I want to have a date with Superman

The appearance of Frankenstein is a plot agreed between Harley and the Bureau of Shadows.

Just waiting to find the baby's location, Frankenstein jumped out to attract attention, and the agent hidden among the apprentices stabbed the two "witch masters" in the back.

Simple, efficient and direct.

As for whether the agents could backstab the Witch Lord as planned, Harley was not sure. Anyway, the Shadow Bureau had sworn that no accident would happen.

Then something unexpected happened.

However, it has nothing to do with the ability of the agents, but the "Righteous Knights" of the magic world who are also eyeing the wizard group, which has been making frequent moves recently.

Harley ran out of the cathedral and got on her Yamaha motorcycle, looking a little hesitant.

According to her agreement with Father Time, the agents of the Bureau of Shadows will perform a scene with her.

Just like the plot that often appears in movies: an undercover agent rescues Brother Hedao in trouble, gains the other party's trust, and thus reaches a higher position in the society.

"boom!"

The church door exploded, with pieces of wood flying everywhere, and a black shadow, like a cannonball, jumped directly over the steps in front of the door, making a muffled sound in the yard.

"Daughter of Zatara, restrain your magic power. You have accidentally killed too many apprentices! They are guilty, but they are not worthy of death." Frankenstein shouted.

Then, he loudly shouted towards the gate: "You stay here to save people. Didier has been disabled by me, I will go and deal with him."

Harley's Spirit: The green-skinned Stitch appears to be talking to Zatanna, but it's actually giving her hints.

"Buzz buzz!" The locomotive started and quickly came to the center of the yard - where the "corpse" fell.

"Ah, Master Didier, are you still alive?"

Harley wanted to ask him if he was okay, but he was falling apart.

The neck was broken at a 90-degree angle to the back, and the right arm was torn off from the elbow, leaving only the white fascia connecting it. The two legs were neatly cut in two by a big sword.

Strangely, there was no blood spraying out from the severed limb like a fountain. Instead, the wound was covered with a layer of asphalt-like dark red goo.

"Quickly, take me away~~" he said in a weak voice.

Since the person was not dead, Harley no longer hesitated and picked up the intact right arm of the hunchbacked old man. With her strong waist and arm strength that surpassed ordinary people, she carried the person with one hand and rode the motorcycle with one hand.

"Don't run!" Frankenstein is like a human tank, running as fast as an electric motorcycle.

Although his speed was not as fast as Yamaha, the large iron door of the church was locked and she had no time to open it.

"Squeak--" Yamaha stopped five meters in front of the gate. Harley threw the hunchbacked old man to the ground and began to unpack his backpack.

"What are you doing, why don't you run away?" the old man shouted in panic.

"The door is locked, and the monster is coming."

In two words, Harley had already tore off the backpack.

Well, instead of taking off the shoulder strap, you pull the chest cord like you would a parachute backpack, and the canvas bag on the outer layer of the backpack automatically falls off, revealing a metallic six-tube launcher.

Then he pulled the shoulder strap of his backpack again, and the transmitter suddenly came from behind to his shoulders.

The whole process sounds slow, but it is actually just two movements of pulling the rope.

The launcher popped up the laser sight, and Harley put her eyes over it and gently pressed the switch.

"fire in the hole!"

The carrot-thick miniature missile shot out with a small tail flame.

"Whoosh-boom!"

The tall suture monster, which had entered the ten-meter range, had no time to dodge, and seemed to be hit head-on by a locomotive.

There were fires and shrapnel flying, and it was obvious that Frankenstein had a bowl-shaped hole in his chest.

"Whoosh - boom!" Harley turned around and blew up the big iron door with another shot, then leisurely pulled the backpack shoulder strap on the other side, changing the shoulder resistance style to the backpack style again.

Picking up the hunchback wizard, Yamaha walked away.

When the sound of the locomotive faded away, Frankenstein stood up unsteadily and continued running, shouting, even faster than before, but he couldn't catch up anyway.

After leaving the cathedral, Harry slowed down the car and said loudly: "Master Didier, there is no way to keep carrying you like this. If you encounter a patrol, there is no way to explain it.

Moreover, I am a celebrity, and now that my identity is exposed, I cannot take you to my place.

Do you have space teleportation skills, or do the wizards have other strongholds in Jersey City? "

"We usually operate in big cities, but we set up our base in small towns with smaller populations. Have you been to the nearest Cape May?"

"Got it." Harley chose another direction and started to accelerate.

"Oh, can you change a car? This makes me very uncomfortable." Didier groaned.

"I feel very uncomfortable too."

After stopping the motorcycle outside the highway gas station and leaving the old man outside in the darkness, Harley went to a small store alone and bought a large luggage bag.

She stuffed the old man into her bag and hung the luggage bag on the side of the motorcycle.

It's a bit crowded, but given the conditions, we can only make do with it.

After more than ten kilometers, everything was fine.

But as he left the interstate and approached the town of Cape May, a scream suddenly came from the backpack behind him, followed by the sound of chewing food.

Harley was horrified.

The luggage bag was hung on the side of the motorcycle, slightly pressed against the crook of her legs. Just now, the backpack suddenly expanded, and there seemed to be other things inside.

"What happened?" She glanced back, and it was indeed not an illusion. There was something extra in the luggage bag, like two fresh black fish struggling in the snakeskin bag.

Hearing her voice, the chewing slowed down a bit, and the howling turned into gasping for breath.

The hunchbacked old man gasped and groaned: "It's okay, just keep driving."

fine? You seem fine?

Harley looked alert and asked, "What's in the bag?"

"My Avanti is back. Normal magic backlash, it's a trivial matter." The chewing speeded up, and the old man's wail became even shriller.

"Shit!" Harley hurriedly parked the car on the side of the road, took a few steps back, and said cautiously: "Are you chewing it, or is it chewing you?"

This was supposed to be nonsense, but the old man didn't stop chewing when he spoke.

But the old man just said it was okay.

Harry took a closer look and saw that the bottom of the bag was wet and bleeding.

Listening to the chewing sound again, she felt her scalp numb and goosebumps on her body.

"Master Didier, are you still okay? How about you force it to stay in the material world and let me beat it to death?"

Avanti is not unkillable, but its technique of transforming reality into reality is too buggy, think of Uchiha Obito.

But the old wizard is Avanti's master after all. As long as he is willing to cooperate, Harley is confident that she can punch Avanti's little head in with three punches.

The old man wailed for a while, then gasped and said: "You are also a black mage, haven't you gotten used to the frequent magic backlash?"

Harley was speechless.

Black magic is quick to learn and powerful. It doesn’t even require magic power, but it has side effects.

As expected, what you get is what you have to pay.

This old guy is actually used to being chewed.

"You were seriously injured and lost control of Avanti. Now you are more injured. Is it really okay?"

While howling miserably, the old man comforted her eloquently: "Don't worry, Avanti is very smart and knows that after I die, it will never come to the world again.

Avanti, who lost her master, was just the most common demon in hell.

It didn't avoid Zatanna's little bitch and human thunder sea before, and it suffered a minor injury. Once it absorbs my essence, flesh and blood and regains its strength, it will naturally turn back into a good, obedient and sensible child. "

"It only eats your flesh? Will it hurt me if it's so hungry?" Harley asked worriedly.

"You are really a layman. You are suffering from the backlash of black magic and can hurt others.

With a disgusted and frightened expression on her face, Harley took a few steps back.

"Drive quickly. Send me to Cape May as soon as possible. I can also use the blood pool to repair my body sooner." The old man wailed.

"Blood pool? Is it the devil's favorite flesh and blood pool?"

Harry's expression changed, and there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

She began to hesitate, should she inform the Shadow Bureau now?

"It's that kind of blood pool, but it's not in Cape May. I have to go back to Morocco."

Then she got on the Yamaha and drove to Cape May in a hurry.

When she arrived at her destination, Harley was really surprised because it was the mayor's home!

However, the contact person is not the mayor, but the mayor's gardener.

They met at the back door. The simple gardener, who was in his sixties, listened intently to his duffel bag for a moment, then went back to get a large basket with a thick layer of small ice cubes at the bottom.

When the hunchbacked old wizard was carried out, Harry almost vomited.

It's too awful.

"You won't die even if you do this?" Harley was also shocked by the old man's vitality.

The black gardener glanced at her and said calmly: "A long time ago, Master Didier sacrificed his body to a great being in hell.

Now this body is not much different from the armor.

To put it more clearly, he has become a lich.

Without a physical body, there is naturally no physical fatal injury.

You have done a great job in saving the witch master this time. You may be given the true name of that great being and the witchcraft to transform the lich.

In this way, you can also have such an immortal body. "

——My body was sacrificed to the devil, and I still have an immortal body? !

Harley said a few polite words and left on her Yamaha.

Before leaving, she said sincerely: "You'd better take the old wizard to move immediately, my house must be blocked by the Shadow Bureau.

In fact, agents can easily search here through my image and motorcycle license plate.

Perhaps, I have to make concessions to them, or even pretend to surrender.

I am just an apprentice who has not officially joined the wizarding group. If I beg for mercy loudly, they should be able to forgive me.

But please tell the Lord Witch that I understand the truth of the world and have made up my mind to serve the darkness. Even in heaven, my heart is still dark. "

The gardener said casually: "I had no intention of staying here. As a celebrity whose identity is exposed, even if you survive this time, you will always be watched by the agents, so you won't be of much use."

Harley said with a dull face: "You mean, the great cause of summoning giant ferocious beasts has nothing to do with me?"

"That's not true. The Witch Master will probably arrange other jobs for you. It's just that the task of creating dark chaos everywhere is no longer suitable for you." The gardener said.