I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 37 Angels and Demons

"Holy shit!" Robert exclaimed in disbelief, holding the bullet in his tweezers, "This bullet is at least 9mm in diameter, and it's big enough to blow a bull's head off with a single shot, but why didn't you die?

There wasn't even a massive tear in the muscles, and it didn't seem like the bones were split, but the bullets were deflated."

He put the flashlight on the wound and checked it carefully again, "The bones really have no cracks, it's strange!"

"The distance is far beyond the effective killing range." Harry prevaricates.

Robert shook his head again and again and muttered: "Impossible, the warhead is smashed."

"Don't talk nonsense, help me stop the bleeding now!" Harry yelled.

Robert immediately shut up, dropped the bullet in the empty candy box, and started cleaning her wound.

After about a quarter of an hour, Harry got up and started getting dressed.

Robert squinted at her secretly, it seemed a little familiar
As soon as this idea appeared, he lowered his head like a rabbit in fright.

——The more familiar it is, the less able to see and think.

"My mom, Mary, is 67 years old and lives alone in a small town in Kentucky, and I have to send her living expenses every month.

If I die, she'll be on the street right away.

In fact, I'm very honest. I've never had a fight when I grew up. I've never been drunk and bullied my girlfriend. I have a master's degree in surgery. If you encounter any trouble in the future, I'm willing to do my best. "

He babbled, saying whatever came to his mind.

Without saying a word, Harry zipped up his down jacket, fastened the hood on the back of his head, slowly picked up the syringe, and refilled a tube full of anaesthetic.

"Come here." She waved to him.

Robert's mouth was bitter, "There's no need for this"

"Come here!" Harry's voice turned cold.

"Let me do it myself, okay? With such a large dose, it will kill you if you stick it in the wrong place." Robert pleaded.

Harry thought about it and handed him the syringe.

Robert took the syringe and hesitated again, "You have used this one."

"Motherfuck!"

Dare to despise me being sick? !

Harry pulled out his Colt.

"OK, OK, I understand." Robert hurriedly put a needle on his wrist, only slowly pushing in two-thirds of the liquid, and a huge black screen covered him.

In the darkness, Robert's consciousness was intermittent, like a radio with a poor signal, and he vaguely heard the blond girl smile and say - "This guy really wants to survive, but I didn't think about killing people."

Then there is the sound of eating, drinking, and the collision of cups and plates.

Well, after taking out the bullet, Harley didn't leave immediately.

She ate and drank in Robert's living room, and the nutrients she absorbed from the food quickly repaired the wound on her back.

Of course, in addition to replenishing energy, she has other purposes.

".Kalak, you know what, went to St. John's Abbey and they sent me a cross right away." Harry's voice was loud, especially the emphasis on "the cross."

"Oh, it's a church orphanage after all." Selena lacked interest.

"I'll check to see if he's awake." Harry put down his chopsticks, and for the nth time walked up to Robert, who was lying dead in the corner, and while rolling his eyelids, he deliberately aimed his mouth at his ear.

"That cross" was so loud that it almost shouted into his ears.

"I threw it later." She turned her head to Selena in a normal voice, "It was thrown on the street, and a homeless man named Kent saw it and picked it up and returned it to me, and made me fear God."

"Kent" was raised again.

Harry turned to Robert on the ground again, flipped him back and forth, and suddenly shouted into his ear, "Karrack, Kent."

".Do you know each other?" Turning to Selena again, he asked softly.

Clark, do you know Kent?
"There are so many homeless people, and I don't know all of them."

"What about Kennedy on Hank Street? Old Kennedy." The first half shouted to Selena and the second half to Robert's ear.

"That's a bastard, you'd better stay away from him." Selena said sternly.

"Hey, there are dangers everywhere in Gotham, Karak, do you want me to go to a small ville to hide?" He shouted into Robert's ear again in the second half.

Batman's hometown is Gotham, and Diana's hometown is a paradise island in the Mediterranean.

So, what about Superman's home on Earth?
Kansas, a small town named Smallville, the Smallville, and small ville means "small town".

It can be said that Superman's hometown is the "small town", and Smallwell is just a transliteration.

A small town called a small town.

Harley knows this thanks to watching an American show called "Smallville" in 2010.

The plot is almost forgotten, but the frequency of smallville is too high.

Don't look at it as a "small town", in addition to Superman, it is also the hometown of Luthor, and Louise also lived there for a while.

"Gotham's population is large and complex, but it is easy to hide. The population of the town is simple. It is impossible to say that the residents of the town know each other. Suddenly a stranger appears, which is too conspicuous." Selena whispered.

"Speaking of which. Go to town." Harry called to Robert again. "It's really not a good idea. Well, speaking of it, the current predicament was caused by the incident in Washington State last time."

"Washington State" was also forced into Robert's ears.

"Oh, no, that was just one of many mistakes Andy made in Washington. The first time I played at the national level was in Kansas. Andy made me play fake games."

Kansas, shouted into Robert's ear again.

Smallwell is in Kansas!

Whether it can pull Dachao into chaos, Harry doesn't really care, after all, these are only a few words, and the cost is too low.

At least for now, it can play a confusing role.

Blonde teen and big Clark are having dinner
I don't know how long they ate, Robert, who was in a daze, felt that a long, long time had passed.

They were chatting, and he was exhausted and empty, and he couldn't hear what they were saying.

I don't know how long it took, Robert found that the dark scene in front of him was gradually thinning, and the light filled the world again.

With a moan and moan, he struggled to sit up. There was nothing on the table, not even the blood-stained gauze and other sundries in the wastebasket.

Although the food was eaten up, the living room was also cleaned, which was not bad.

He suddenly felt something in his hand. He picked it up and saw that it was a stack of crumpled green bills, including ten yuan, twenty yuan, five yuan and one yuan.

He counted, one hundred and three dollars.

"She's a good person, maybe this is all her belongings." The corners of Robert's mouth twitched, his heart a little warm.

Looking at the clock, it was not too late. At a quarter past two in the morning, he had only been dazed for less than three hours.

"Who is that girl?" Sitting at the table, while waiting for the cereal to soften with milk, Robert couldn't help thinking about this question.

In fact, don't think much about it, when he performed scapular surgery for her, he would inevitably see her face.

The former smile queen, now the witch Harley, her father killed the Wayne couple.

Even if he didn't know her originally, after the bombardment of all kinds of media in Gotham over the past few days, he "knows her inside out".

"It doesn't seem like she's the devil." Robert took a bite, and the cold snot made him frown.

He was so hungry that he swallowed it anyway.

His brows became tighter and tighter, and even his thin face began to twist. Christ Jesus, she is worth $20!

"Bang!" Robert's gray eyes crawled with bloodshot eyes, he pushed aside the porcelain bowl, and ran into the bedroom like the wind.

Turn on the computer, enter the official website of Gotham Birmingham Hospital, click on the email link, and reopen an email received three days ago
The page has a cross watermark.

To the doctors at Birmingham Hospital: The witch Harley was shot in the back and may seek help at Gotham Hospital or a community clinic. If you encounter it, please be sure to notify Gotham Cathedral. May God bless you!

Signed: Archbishop Marvin
The content of the letter is very simple, the key is the appendix file of the email.

A PDF document containing several pictures of "Harry the Witch", a picture of a student, and a picture of a gym suit holding a trophy.
In addition to Harry's photos and detailed information, there is also a list of rewards: $[-] for the Gotham Police Department, $[-] for Gotham Love Jesus, $[-] for the Sisters of Light, $[-] for St. John's Abbey, and Archbishop Marvin [-], [-] for the Holy Land Crusaders.
There are all kinds of things, adding up to more than 20.

"Gudong." Robert swallowed, his eyes bloodshot and his thin face flushed.

In addition to getting money, you can also pay so many church organizations.

Nothing else to say, if Archbishop Marvin can praise him in public.
Maybe, he can become the personal doctor of the old money on Manhattan's Upper East Side!

"However, I promised not to tell anyone about her." Robert put his right hand into his trousers pocket and clenched the stack of banknotes, his face twisted with a ghastly expression.

"Hey hey, I'm so stupid, what does she have to do with me." After only three seconds, he made a decision.

"That Splasher ate a big meal by himself, but didn't even leave me a steak, witch, she's a greedy witch, I'm going to Gotham Cathedral, I'm going to report her to God!"

The louder he spoke, the more determined the expression on his face.

He succeeded in persuading himself.

Putting on his woolen coat, Robert ran downstairs.

He had to meet Archbishop Marvin in person, because he didn't know much about the witch.

When you meet people, even if you don't get much reward in the end, you can get familiar with them and get involved.

He must go now, because only then can he show his sincerity to the Archbishop.

"Uuuuu, Uncle Robert" was thinking about things in his mind, Robert didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment, and accidentally his left leg was hugged.

Looking down, he saw little Tommy's teary little face.

It's so late, why hasn't he slept yet?

Oops, it's so late, Archbishop Marvin must be asleep. Will I bother him if I go there so rashly?
wrong!

Archbishop Marvin must have subordinates, and it is up to them to decide whether to wake the archbishop.

And I hurried over in the middle of the night, they must have been very moved.

Then, Archbishop Marvin asked me with concern: Will delaying so much time tonight affect my work tomorrow?

Christ Jesus, what a great opportunity!
How can I humbly and accurately state my troubles at work—

"Uncle, my mother was lying on the ground, bleeding a lot, woo woo woo" the child cried helplessly.

"Away, I'm busy!" Robert swayed his legs irritably and threw little Tommy to the ground.

The child seemed to be greatly frightened, and sat there blankly, with wide eyes, like a doll, just staring at him, not crying.

Robert was stunned for a moment, then walked downstairs again, shouting as he walked, "Go find your father, I'm not your father. It's annoying, little bastard!"

When he gets the bounty, when he becomes the personal doctor of the Upper East Side bigwig, he will move out of this garbage heap immediately.

A pile of rubbish in the garbage heap, big rubbish, small rubbish.
(End of this chapter)