I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 56 The Unlucky Day

Even if he became a warrior of heaven, the grudges of the Crusaders of the Holy Land could not be resolved.

The Stranger knew who the archangel represented by "Tongue of Fire" was, but the two had little to do with each other.

The two are the heads of two different departments of a company.

Moreover, the project of "The Second Coming of the Son" that Tongue of Fire is currently promoting has been personally reviewed and approved by the big boss, and it is impossible to end it because of Harley.

Although he couldn't help Harley with the Tongue of Fire, the Stranger also sincerely planned her career: "If you want to believe me, never touch magic.

The so-called practice of magicians today is all about borrowing power, borrowing the power of the mighty ones at the beginning of the creation of the world or even before the creation of the world, but they often do not know it.

You want supernatural power to devote all your energy to the covenant of God.

To become a holy warrior is to borrow the power of God, but God has a contract with you, which basically guarantees the stability and security of the power. "

Harry frowned and said, "Who are those powerful ones?"

"Invisible, inaudible, and intelligible, Halle, you must understand that not every Highest is like God - at least has mercy and mercy on the lowly mortals.

By chanting the name of Jehovah, you can be noticed by the Lord.Likewise, when you hear the secrets of the Almighty, you will be known by them. "The Stranger said solemnly.

Hallie frowned even more, evolved the treasure to increase defense, and increased output through magic. This was her previous "perfect plan".

Now listening to the stranger say this, it seems that the road of magic will not work?

She didn't want to be a punching bag with no output. It would be better to be a rich and famous athlete.

"Holy warriors need merits in exchange for the power of God, how do I earn merits?" she asked.

Stranger said: "Everything that is beneficial to the City of Silver has merit.

For example, you are religious enough to be a Holy Spirit yourself.

Or, change careers to become a nun, lead a diocese, preach for God, and make more people believers. "

"Is there any more." Harry's face was tangled, "I'm more suitable for combat missions, does Heaven need a killer?
For example, if someone is not religious enough, for example, a pagan criminal, I will kill the people. "

"The City of Silver is not a cult. Killing people will never please God." The Stranger said with a sullen face.

"Let's not talk about my original values, if I believe in God with the purpose of earning merit, how can I be devout?" Harry said helplessly.

When the stranger heard this, his expression was shocked, and he said in surprise, "I didn't expect you to be so wise. Harry, you can really try to be the Holy Spirit who practices the Word of God."

After a pause, he added: "Get some power from heaven through faith, and with power, you can do some simple tasks of exorcism and ghost hunting.

Keep your feet on the ground, grow slowly, and one day, you can become a powerful warrior of heaven. "

"Exorcism." Harry's eyes lit up, which seemed to be a shortcut.

"Even for exorcism, I have to understand the common sense and secrets of the magic world. Please introduce me to a great magician," she said.

The Stranger thought for a while and said, "I will give you three years. If you still can't gain the power of God through faith after three years, I will help you introduce a magic master.

If you become a devout follower of God, even if it has not been three years, I will show up immediately and introduce you to the wizarding world in person. "

"Three years is too long, three months?" Harry asked.

"You're less than 14 this year, and your thoughts will be finalized three years later. You're not stupid, you should be able to see that I personally want you to believe in God and become a warrior of the Holy Spirit." Stranger said.

Harry was silent.

At noon the next day, on the lawn of Battery Park in Manhattan.

The sun hung warmly overhead, the cart was parked aside, the Stars and Stripes blanket was spread on the grass, and Harry was lying comfortably on the blanket with Erlang's legs crossed, flipping through a book of "The Exorcism Ritual" in her hand.

Bought from a street bookstore, 30 cents, a thin booklet.

There are also "Bible" and several "Exorcist" novels on the side.

"Exorcism seems to be very safe. I'm better than the 60-year-old priest in the book."

After reading the introduction of the famous exorcist priest of the church in the past [-] years, Harley gained a lot of confidence out of thin air.

Well, she knows her own family affairs, not to mention three years, even 30 years, it is impossible to get the power of God through piety.So, after leaving the Stranger, she began preparing for her job as an exorcist.

"Gudong." Her stomach growled.

Hallie rolled over and sat up, ready to settle for lunch at the hot dog stand nearby.

When she touched the wallet, she was stunned.

A thick stack of banknotes.

Quietly counted, more than 400 dollars.

"Perhaps, the 'Food Defense Specialty' can be upgraded."

Every 10 levels of defense points, there will be a feat. At level 10, she chooses the food defense feat.

Unexpectedly useful.

Eating is no longer fattening, but transforms all nutrients into resilience and stamina.

This is just "level 0".

That is, the newly awakened Specialty.

If you go to level one, what about level two higher?
She didn't upgrade immediately before because she needed to absorb a lot of food and nutrients during the upgrade process.

She is afraid of not having enough money.

When she started the Food Defense Specialty, she only had a few pieces of bread on her body, and the nutrition was completely insufficient, so she could only use her body fat and muscle to offset the cost.

The feeling that the whole person is going to be swallowed up by oneself is terrible.

"That should be enough for 100 Big Macs."

With a decision in mind, Harry immediately packed up and pushed the cart to the hot dog stand.

"Boss, twenty hot dogs, the most sauce and cheese."

"You eat alone?" the boss wearing a white chef hat asked curiously.

"Pack it up and take it away, I have a companion on the other side of the park." Harry said.

"Everyone tastes the same? More sauce and more cheese?" the boss asked suspiciously.

Harry glared at him and said, "You talk too much, we are all homeless, what else do we care about?
Eating enough is the key.

If possible, I'd love to put ten sausages on a loaf of bread, and then you'll empty the ketchup and cheese jars. "

The corner of the boss's mouth twitched, no more nonsense.

Twenty dollars, for a big bag of hot dogs, Harry pushed the car, chewing and eating, thinking: Eating hot dogs doesn't seem like a good deal, let's go to KFC, it's more greasy and heavier.

Leaving the park and came to a KFC on the street, Harry ordered ten large burgers in one go.

While the cook was busy frying beef patties, she went to the toilet.

Pulled out more than a dozen hot dogs that I had eaten before, and a few were digested in my stomach.
"shit, this food defense specialty is so overbearing!"

Belly emptied, Harley refreshed and carried the burger to the next street
She is not an idiot, and it is impossible for her to stay in a store and perform "Real Super Eater" in front of a large audience.

A black classic Bentley slows down the streets of Manhattan.

The young master leaned on the leather sofa, his eyes fell on the pedestrians on the street through the pull-down window, and his expression was a little dazed.

"Master Xiaobu, it's almost two o'clock in the afternoon, you haven't had lunch yet, how about we go home?" Ah Fu looked up at the rearview mirror and reminded softly.

"I'm not too hungry, Ah Fu, let's go to a slightly remote old street." Bruce said.

A'Fu glanced at the newspaper next to the young master, and half of the page was filled with bold characters "The gunman in Crime Lane is someone else, who arranged the scapegoat for Andy Quinn".

"You're looking for someone, Miss Halle?" he asked.

"I don't know, maybe I just wanted to see Gotham City. Now I realize it's very different from what I thought.

Ah Fu, have you noticed that there are a lot of homeless people on the street, including eight or nine-year-old children, they."

"Gotham isn't supposed to be like this," Bruce muttered.

"Every city has homeless people, just like everyone has cockroaches in the kitchen." Ah Fu sighed.

Bruce was provoked, provoked, and yelled at the driver's seat: "They are not cockroaches, they are people, living people!"

"I'm just a metaphor," the butler explained feebly.

——In the eyes of the powerful and famous who rule the United States, these homeless people are really no different from cockroaches.

"I'm sorry Harry." Bruce said suddenly frustrated.

"She should have a dazzling life, her family is happy, she" he hugged his head and said dullly, "she called me that night, I should believe her, and issued a warrant in the police station and church I should stand up and testify for her."

"It's not your fault, the people in the church are too deceptive." Ah Fu sighed.

On the night of the monastery incident, Harry had contacted three people.

Harvey Dante has the most critical and deadly recording ever, and he disappears without a trace.

Jim Gordon only listened to but did not record (his mobile phone had no recording function), was oppressed by the sheriff, threatened by the church with his girlfriend, and he had no direct evidence, so he had no choice but to compromise.

The young master only listened to Harry's brief explanation of the situation, unlike Harvey and Gordon, who listened to the live broadcast.

So when the well-respected and kind-faced Archbishop Marvin came to his house the next day, he was even a little flattered.

When Marvin said sadly that his sister was brutally murdered by a witch, the young master fell silent - he didn't believe that Archbishop Marvin killed his own sister, just to frame Harry.

Therefore, when Harley was wanted, the young master also kept silent.

Until Gordon came to his house yesterday and told the truth, although it was incredible, he believed in Gordon.

After believing in Gordon, he began to doubt the Gotham he knew, and at the same time felt a little sorry for Harry.

At least not as a friend.

"Hey, Ah Fu stop!" While thinking about it, Bruce suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

"I seem to have seen Harry when I passed the alley just now," he said uncertainly.

A Fu immediately shifted gears and slowly reversed back.

"A'Fu, look, is it her?" Bruce pointed out the window excitedly.

The alley is next to a KFC, and several homeless people are arguing and fighting in front of the green trash can.

Well, it's not a fight, it's a one-sided beating.

A non-mainstream girl with colorful hair crawled half-length on the mouth of the trash can, and four homeless people with ferocious faces hit her in the back with sticks.

Ah Fu watched for a while, not sure which one was Miss Halle.

There were only five people at the scene, four men and one woman, but the girl
"Little Splasher, you are new here, don't you understand the rules? Baker Street is my site, and this KFC is my cafeteria."

The dirty bearded homeless man cursed loudly and slammed his baseball bat hard.

"Bang bang bang" made a muffled sound in the back of the head and back of the non-mainstream girl.

"I'll kill you, woohoo." He began to gasp.

"Dare to rob us of our lunch and kill this Bichi!" The two old men, a green-haired cockscomb head, also scolded and beat him.

"噼噼~~ bang bang!" The tragic blows were heard incessantly.

"Stop!" Bruce couldn't take it anymore.

Whether the girl is Harley or not, he cannot allow a girl to be beaten to death by four men.

He jumped out of the car, and despite Ah Fu's dissuasion, he trotted and shouted, "I called the police, but you still can't stop."

"Young Master, it's none of your business, go back to your Upper East Side!" The four homeless people shouted, but their hands stopped moving.

"Bu~lu~si~" The girl lying on the trash can turned her head, her mouth full of food, her words were slurred.

"Ah, Harry, it's really you!" Bruce's eyes widened, receiving an unprecedented shock.

Once the flower of Gotham High School, the dazzling, arrogant and stubborn smile queen, now her face is oily, her hair is messy, her clothes are dirty and tattered (smashed), her mouth is full of expired chicken thighs, dirty Xi's little chin is still leaking oil.

God, what has she been through these days!
Bruce's eyes were wet, and he stood there blankly, staring at her blankly.

"Ahhh!" Harry blinked a few times, then came back to his senses, her face flushed red, she screamed exaggeratedly, and ran away.

Run into the alley, shouting randomly as you run: "I'm not Harley, you've got the wrong person."

"Harry!" Bruce stretched out his hand and was about to step forward, but was suddenly pulled by the housekeeper.

"Master, in this case, we should avoid it and leave some dignity to Miss Halle." Ah Fu said with a complicated expression.

"." Bruce opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

"Pfft!" The two masters and servants were silent, and when they slowly walked back, there was a faint sound of falling to the ground from the depths of the alley.

Harry was too shy and ran too fast, and accidentally tripped over the debris in the alley.

"Harry." Bruce turned his head and wanted to step forward again, but after only taking two steps, he stopped stunned.

　Uh, I don't think this is abusive. Who hasn't encountered a few embarrassing things in their life, such as entering the wrong toilet, what do you think? (dog head saves life)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)