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Harley stood three steps away, pointed at the four corpses slowly falling along the steel cable, and said with a smile: "All your companions are dead, surrender."

Before he finished speaking, it was theoretically time to throw down the paralyzed Bronze Tiger. The tiger roared, kicked the ground with his hands and legs, and pounced towards Harley like a toad.

Harry smiled coldly, stepped forward with his right foot, and whipped his left leg towards Bronze Tiger's chin like a whip.

When there was no time to react, Tonghu retracted his hands and put his elbows in front of him.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and Harley took a step back. The bronze tiger flew two meters upside down, rolled on the ground several times, and jumped up suddenly like a spring that was compressed to the extreme.

"Choke!" In mid-air, he quickly pulled out his katana from his backpack.

The cold, snow-white light shone on Harry's face, causing goosebumps to appear on his skin.

"Bang!" Harley took a step back, drew her gun and fired.

"Tsk!" The copper tiger immediately turned into a paper tiger and fell to the ground.

He killed Harley with decisive force, unable to dodge at all, so he was shot at close range.

"You used a gun?!" He put his knife on the ground, covered his lower abdomen with his left hand, and half-knelt on the ground. His expression and eyes were full of disbelief and silent accusation.

"You practice swordsmanship, and I practice guns. You don't use weapons, and I don't use weapons. If you use weapons, I will use them too. It's fair."

Harry pointed at the dozen gunmen standing side by side behind him, "Look at them, they are all standing aside and not moving."

"Okay, no need for weapons." Bronze Tiger threw the knife on the ground, clenched his fists, and rushed towards Harley again.

Harley sheathed the gun, suppressed the smile and carelessness on her face, looked solemn, and greeted him with a fist.

Bronze Tiger may not be as good as Siwa, but the two are definitely martial artists of the same level.

Siwa is better than skill and speed, and Bronze Tiger is better than physique and strength.

Harley may be restrained by Siwa, but she is not afraid of Bonghu competing with her in terms of physical fitness.

Especially when he got shot.

Even if he really masters any magical skills, Harley can make up for his technical shortcomings with his "rough skin and thick flesh".

The two of them punched and kicked, their movements were as fast as lightning, their moves were powerful and heavy, and their fists collided like thunder.

Stomping on the ground, the floor exploded.

The people around him were trembling with fear and their faces were full of horror.

Judging from the situation, it was much better than the last time against Siwa, and Harley clearly had the upper hand.

"Ah, stop fighting, stop fighting!" At this moment, a tall blond old man ran out from the door of the hotel and started shouting from a distance.

"Miss Harley, shoot him with a gun and end this matter quickly. I still have to do business, and I can't make headlines. Don't do it in front of the hotel-"

"Bang!" Tonghu turned his back and raised his leg to kick, and Harley punched out. He used the force to rush forward, his body like a cannonball, and he came in front of the golden-haired old man like lightning.

"Oh, No—" the old man didn't have time to moan, before he was grabbed by the collar and thrown out as easily as a plastic molded person.

Harley turned sideways to avoid it, and the old man, the airplane man, fell to the ground with a thud.

At this time, Tonghu had infiltrated among the melon-eating waiters and hotel guests, and rushed into the hotel lobby.

There were a lot of idlers, and the gunmen didn't get orders and didn't dare to shoot indiscriminately.

With a sullen expression, Harry led people to conduct a random search, and of course they lost the black martial arts master Tong Hu.

"Go and discuss with him the hotel damage compensation."

Harley pointed to the nose of the plane that was being helped up and groaned, and said to old Gibbs.

Then she waved her hand, and twenty commandos inside and outside the hotel, carrying seven body bags, retreated to the bus quickly and neatly.

The bus started and disappeared from sight.

Then, the GCPD agreed to arrive belatedly.

The entire raid took no more than a quarter of an hour.

Apart from broken glass and pools of blood falling in front of the hotel, little seemed to have changed in Gotham tonight.

Half an hour later, even the GCPD left the hotel.

At about one o'clock in the morning, a well-dressed, gentle-mannered middle-aged gentleman walked to the door of the hotel and looked around with interest.

The lobby manager who supervised the employees cleaning up the broken glass knew that this was an "old money man" just by looking at him.

He immediately greeted me, saluted respectfully, and said with a smile: "Sir, do you need a reservation or other services? It's cold outside, please come inside with me."

The middle-aged gentleman held a civilized stick, stretched out his nose and sniffed around, "This smell"

The manager thought he smelled blood, his face changed slightly, and he said in embarrassment: "There were internationally wanted criminals who disguised their identities and sneaked into our hotel, but don't worry, the police have -"

"No, no, no, it's not bloody, it is."

The gentleman waved his hand, walked to the fountain pool, bent down, and picked up a germinated seed from the gap between the stone slabs.

"That's it, Tianhu Kui." He twirled the "bean sprouts" and sniffed them gently at the end of his nose, "Ah, the pure power of nature, so wonderful, I want to tear her apart right away."

"Sir, what did you say?" The manager twitched his face a few times and said cautiously: "Do you need geranium, or hemp grass, or flour?"

He felt that the gentleman was in high spirits.

Or, you need to fly.

"Get me a room."

The gentleman exerted force on his fingertips, and the juice from the "mung bean sprouts" exploded, leaving two green stains on his white gloves.

"Sir, what's your surname? I'll register it for you." The manager's smile became more sincere.

The gentleman adjusted his small round glasses and said with a smile: "You can call me Dr. A'Kane (ps). I was invited by Gotham University to give an academic lecture on the 'A'Kane's Potion'."

"Oh, he turns out to be a great scholar." The manager first complimented and then asked curiously: "What disease does Arcane's medicine treat?"

"Hehe, it is an exterminating herbicide that can even kill the legendary 'forest spirit'!" Akane said with a strange expression.

Midnight, three o'clock in the morning, Gotham's Midwest City.

Inside an Audi car on the street.

The car didn't turn on the lights, the curtains were closed, and it was completely dark.

Harley leaned on the driver's seat and dozed off. Next to Ivy, she held a chopstick-high green geranium, with leaves the size of wine bottle caps swaying gently.

Ivy listened intently and said, "The little tramp said - Oops, you are injured, do you want to go to the hospital?

Bronze Tiger was moaning and groaning, and he shouted to the tramp - "Go away, even if I am injured, squeezing you to death is no more difficult than squeezing a bedbug to death."

The homeless man seemed to be afraid and left. Oh no, he didn't leave. There was only concern in his voice - my name is Thomas Kane, I mean no harm, you have been shot and you are bleeding. Look at me - the homeless man is flapping his clothes - I don't have any weapons, I just want to use toilet paper to stop your bleeding."

Ivy awakened her magic power that day when she was learning the 'cost magic' - the secret room escape technique.

Half a year has passed, and the magic power has not increased much, but the plant magic has been learned a few times.

She likes the magic of controlling plant growth the most, and almost regards it as her own destiny.

If the seeds of the geranium cultivated by her magic power come from the same plant, it can have the magical effect of "plant telephone".

The seeds that had previously fallen into Okada’s hair and money bag began to sprout unknowingly.

The young leaves are like microphones, collecting nearby sounds and transmitting them to the "ears" of the plant in Ivy's hand within one kilometer.

But only Ivy can hear it.

Harley stood by and listened to her "stand-up comedy."

Madame Xanadu once said that Swamp Monster can peer into and listen to the world through any plant on the earth, and even transmit messages and power.

You can also use plants as "Flying Thunder God Marks" to teleport instantly.

Ivy doesn't have Swamp Thing's divine power or authority over all things green, but she shouldn't be as weak as she is now.

Unfortunately, the previous generation of swamp monsters was killed, and this generation of swamp monsters was not born. The green of all things was "locked" in the core of the Plant Council, and Ivy could not borrow its power.

After all, Ivy is still borrowing the power of the gods.

Harley was even certain that on the day when the magic awakened, Ivy had been branded with the March Seal by Hecate without anyone noticing.

"Harry, Bronze Tiger is asking the homeless man to get the warhead for him. As long as there is a companion in Gotham, he will not trust a homeless man he just met.

Therefore, we no longer need to ‘take a long-term view to catch the big fish’. "Ivy rubbed her dry eyes and yawned.

Harley opened her eyes and frowned: "The mighty Shadow Warriors Alliance doesn't even have a Gotham branch?"

Obviously, she let Tonghu go on purpose.

During the previous fight, she secretly left a seed in his hood, hair, and pocket.

Otherwise, according to her style, there would be no fair duel, and she would have beaten him into "Xu Wenqiang" with random shots.

The reason for this plan was that after hearing the three keywords "Ninja Master, Church of Blood, and Shadow Warriors Alliance", Harley recalled the plot of the "Batman Trilogy" and felt that Shadow Warriors were so famous that they must be installed in Gotham. It has gained quite a lot of power.

Well, last time Siwa only said that he was in the Assassin organization, but did not say that the organization was called "Shadow Warriors League (Assassin League)".

"If Kagemusha had a 'branch' in Gotham, Bronze Tiger and the others wouldn't have to stay in a hotel. They would also personally arrange for Okada to come to our fighting arena to test your foundation." Ivy complained.

Harley said: "The killer organization is not a company after all. If anyone in the organization comes to Gotham to 'go on a mission', they all go to the branch to stay and eat. If someone fails, the branch is at risk of being exposed."

"Now what?"

Sleepiness and exhaustion were clearly written on Ivy's face.

"Forget it, I'll catch Tonghu."

Harry sighed, sent a message on the walkie-talkie, opened the car door himself, walked through the alley, and walked towards the back street.

She was wearing bulletproof armor underneath and a long sky blue trench coat with a high collar turned up, covering half of her face. With her hands in her pockets, she casually walked past a KFC and entered a dark alley next to her.

The Bronze Tiger is deep in the alley.

After walking seven or eight steps, we arrived at the back door of KFC. A thin homeless man wearing a black leather jacket was leaning on the trash can and rummaging through it.

Harley glanced at him. If she guessed correctly, this guy was the kind-hearted homeless man who rescued Bronze Tiger.

Over the trash can, Harley continued forward.

Suddenly, her expression changed and she paused.

Looking back, I saw pink and blue tape wrapped around both ends of the trolley handle next to the homeless man, symbolizing the color of her hair.

At this time, the homeless man also heard the footsteps and looked over alertly.

When their eyes met, Harley was dumbfounded, and the homeless man opposite with half a burger in his mouth was dumbfounded.

"Pah!" The mouth grew. The burger fell on the cement floor and rolled twice.

(ps: The Parliament of Life is mainly composed of three natural elements: the red of all living things (animals), the green of all things (plants), and the black of decay (decay and death) - in fact, there are two more, fungi and bacteria, but they appear Too few, and almost never participate in the first three.

The gods of natural elements will choose humans with special physiques as parasites. For example, Swamp Monster is the god of plants after humans are possessed by the green of all things.

There are many humans who have awakened the power of nature, and Poison Ivy has also awakened the power of nature. Once Swamp Thing is born, she is able to communicate with the Green of all things.

The reason why Swamp Thing needs to be born is because the previous Swamp Thing was killed by Anton Arcane using "herbicide".

That is, in this chapter, Dr. A'Kane's Potion is called 'A'Kane's Potion' - the potion is not called this name. He is deliberately teasing and making a pun, implying that he is a herbicide for those who have awakened to the power of nature.

He is an awakener of the power of death and believes that life is the enemy of death. He not only killed the previous swamp monster, but also hunted and killed those who awakened the power of life - many babies died in infancy.

In the original comics, Ivy was actually lucky. When she awakened, Alec Holland, the swamp monster of this generation, had already "returned."

Well, in one setting of the comics, Poison Ivy and Alec are both students of Jason Woodrue - all three of them are Green Awakeners of all things.

Akane came to Gotham this time, not for Ivy, but to kill the next generation of swamp monster Alec Holland - who is studying in Gotham University.

If you forget the previous plot, please go back to the beginning of "Chapter 144, Drastic Changes".