I want to have a date with Superman

The second day of the banquet was the third day of Harley's taking office.

Municipal Building, Mayor's Office.

"How efficient is this?"

Harley was lying on the boss's chair, overlooking the bustling streets outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and said proudly.

"Turn your hand to make clouds, turn your hand to make rain. Harley, you are not simple!" Laurie said in a complicated tone.

"Hehe, don't worry!" Harley heard the worry in her tone and said with a smile: "I will not turn Gotham into a black city.

On the contrary, in the next few years, I will make the legal system deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, increase the employment rate, change the urban industrial structure, and launch a number of large-scale infrastructure projects

In short, Gotham will definitely be in my hands and become a happy metropolis with the lowest crime rate and the highest employment rate in the United States. "

"Are you serious?" Laurie asked doubtfully.

Harley sighed: “It takes a fool to be a chaebol, but a fool to be a black nation.

I'm not afraid to tell you that while adjusting Gotham's industrial structure, most of the gray industries in my hands will be turned into the highest quality real estate and original shares of high-tech companies.

I have a small goal. In four years, there will be no Quinn family in Gotham, and they will be replaced by the "Quinn Consortium on the East Coast of North America."

I also have a big goal. Ten years from now, Bruce Wayne will ask me to borrow money. "

A charcoal grilled whole lamb, the ribs are the best, the thigh meat is second, and the lamb back is third.

All his life, old Carmel had dreamed of a leg of lamb.

Now Harley has the chance to eat lamb ribs in one sitting.

Unless her brain suddenly got wet, she would continue to hold on to the mutton's back.

"Hearing what you say, I'm even more worried. You want to grab the fat in the big shot's bowl, can the big shot agree? The real turmoil in Gotham will only start from now." Laurie said with a bitter smile.

Harley smiled strangely, "Sister Laurie, there are no big shots in Gotham now, they were all killed by Galavan.

Galvan's Hanhai Building is a top quality asset.

I could make it a foreclosure and have it easy... you know.

But I didn’t do that because there were better assets waiting for me to acquire.

Several wealthy families were wiped out, miserable.

My think tank selected too many high-quality assets, and I didn’t even have enough funds.

Therefore, my main task next is to use government finance as a guarantee to have various banks in Gotham temporarily form a 'Gotham Economic Revitalization Alliance'.

There will be at least $200 billion in cash deposited into the league's reserve account.

Then, my agent can apply for 20 to 30 billion, government subsidies, and low-interest loans.

There is nothing illegal in the entire process.

Because, although I do not represent the law, I am making the rules.

Alas, the rules set by the Black Country Godfather can only be passed down by word of mouth.

The ruler's laws are clearly written, and anyone who dares to violate them is a bad guy.

The difference is huge. "

"Gallavan is really not yours?" Laurie said dryly.

"I think not counting overseas assets, Gotham, Galavan and the Order of St. Dumas alone have frozen at least US$7 billion in cash and real estate." Harley said angrily.

When the call ended, Harley felt that Laurie on the opposite side was a little lost.

Shaking her head, she pressed the phone and asked the front desk to let the visitor in.

Well, as mayor, she has a lot on her plate and a long list on her schedule.

In came Jim Gordon and Judge Thorston.

"Your Excellency, Mayor, this is not the first time Jerome has been tried. The last time he killed his mother, he was identified as mentally ill, so he was sent to Arkham Asylum for treatment.

According to common sense, in this trial, I should not overturn the last sentence. He still has to go to Arkham, but "

The judge looked embarrassed and secretly glanced at Gordon from the corner of his eye.

Harley said directly: “I asked Gordon to come in because he and you are both responsible for Jerome’s case.

If you have anything to say, just say it directly, there is no need to avoid him. "

Judge Thorston touched his nose and said awkwardly: "In the Central Park Hotel bombing, too many powerful people died. Their relatives put pressure on me, hoping that if Jerome is unlucky, he will not be able to receive treatment happily in Arkham."

Harley pondered: "In Gotham, is there a law that allows mentally ill criminals to be released on bail once they are confirmed to have recovered?"

"Well, those powerful people are worried about this." The judge nodded.

"Actually, the environment in Blackgate Prison is not necessarily worse than Arkham." Gordon frowned.

Harley said: "I also think this law is unreasonable, but if I repeal it, human rights agencies will immediately find me, and then my public support will plummet."

The corners of Gordon's mouth twitched. This was not unreasonable, but it was strange to hear it from her mouth.

"What do you mean?" the judge asked.

Harley thought deeply and said: "If you can't revoke the law, then add more laws.

I can think of only two right now.

First, criminal hierarchies are implemented for Arkham's mental patients.

In other words, ordinary criminals and dangerous felons are treated differently.

I would convince Wayne to modernize Arkham Asylum and, if necessary, demolish the old building and build a new, reinforced concrete prison with multi-level basements in its place.

Second, any mentally ill prisoner leaving Arkham must obtain three signatures.

Arkham Dean's signature confirming his recovery.

Tested and certified by a third-party psychiatric research institution.

A get-out-of-jail warrant from the mayor himself. "

The judge immediately said: "I will help you write a detailed proposal and submit it to the city council and the Supreme Court."

Harley nodded, "If nothing happens, just leave first."

After Judge Southton left, Gordon said: "Jerome is very unconvinced and wants to see you."

"He lost clearly. I didn't cheat." Harley smiled.

"It's not because he's unconvinced about winning or losing, but because of what you asked me to convey, he thinks you're bragging. It's impossible for all his followers to betray him," Gordon said.

Harley sneered, "Why does he think so?

With their crazy admiration for his brilliant ideas and charming personality?

Give me a break.

The people of Gotham have no faith at all, they are more realistic than anyone else.

When Lao Kamai was at his peak, there were still cronies who betrayed him for profit.

The first lesson he taught me was not to put all your trust in one person.

Even as powerful as I am, I will not completely trust my subordinates who treat me with respect.

This has nothing to do with charisma, it's purely human nature.

What Gotham gangsters admire is not even the strong one, but the victor at the time.

Once you show signs of failure, it's easier to betray than to go back to work.

If you don't have this kind of consciousness, you still want to be a gangster in Gotham? "

Today's clowns are really young and naive,

"I will convey your words to him." Gordon said.

"Ignore him, let him scream, let him feel aggrieved. With Jerome's kind of mental illness, the more you ignore him, the more he will treat you like a dish." Harley said lightly.

"Okay, let's not mention Jerome," Gordon's expression became serious, "The court came to see me, and they wanted to recruit me as a peripheral member."

Harley already knew this information during several of the conversations "The Rose Lady" had with Truman.

"Who found you?" Harley asked curiously.

Gordon looked embarrassed and said in a low voice: "My uncle."

"You still have an uncle? Oh, I mean, your uncle can join the court and his status must be extraordinary. Why are you still in such misery?"

"I haven't seen him in more than ten years." Gordon said dullly.

"Now, what are your plans?" Harley asked.

"Join them, find out their details and criminal evidence, and arrest everyone." Gordon said firmly.

Harley looked hesitant. She knew there would be a big gathering in court two days later.

If Gordon was there, would it affect her plans?

Hey, that’s not right!

Gordon is only a preliminary member, so I'm afraid he won't be eligible.

"Did your uncle tell you what the court will do next?" Harley asked.

"He said he would come back to me in a week and I hope to give him a satisfactory answer by then."

Harry's heart moved and asked: "What is your uncle's name and where does he live now?"

At midnight that day, Harley summoned Swamp Monster again and left a seed in Old Gordon's intestines.

"Ivy, from now on, give up on little Parker and just focus on old Gordon and Truman.

If the two of them appear in the same place tomorrow night, it means that both senior members and ordinary members of the Owl are here. "Harry warned.

"If they don't arrive at the same time, do we still need to take action?" Ivy asked.

"Of course, the plan cannot be changed!"

The main target is Truman, who is a believer in the owl god and sacrifices his soul to Lucifer.

Harley quickly put her thoughts to rest.

After hesitating for a moment, she entered the meditation room alone and spent two hours to "quiet her mind" completely. After that, she began to communicate with the voice of heaven.

"Great Voice of Heaven, are there any loopholes in these two summoning formations?"

Harley revealed all the joy and Lucifer's exclusive sacrificial ritual in front of the voice of heaven.

"You want to sacrifice to Satan?" The voice of heaven did not answer her question directly.

"I plan to use the magic of Satan to complete the last step of my deathbed transformation.

However, even if I am immersed in its magic, I still believe in the light and you. "Harry said shamelessly.

At this moment, all her thoughts were really like this. But she was still lying.

"His magic power will slowly affect you." Tianzhi said.

"My Lord, can the undead in hell be finally saved?" Harley said loudly.

In the world view of heaven and hell in the DC universe, hell is a place of punishment, but not a place of eternal exile.

God makes the undead suffer in hell in the hope that through pain, they will repent of their sins during their lifetime - the torture in hell corresponds to the sins the undead committed during their lifetime.

Therefore, according to the setting of "God is omniscient and omnipotent, and will not do useless work or make mistakes", the undead in hell will one day be redeemed and eventually ascend to heaven.

Since the undead from hell can enter heaven, why does Sky Voice think that Harley must have been corrupted by Satan's magic?

She hasn't gone to hell yet!

"Since you have made up your mind, go ahead and do it." As soon as Tian Zhi's voice finished speaking, more than twenty changes appeared in the two sacrificial rituals floating in the light of heaven.

At the same time, Harley lost more than 5,000 meritorious deeds.

"Fake, even if the devil's nature is to deceive, this is too much!" Harley was angry and happy at the same time.

If Tian Zhi Sheng didn't correct the bug, I'm afraid her grand plan would be abandoned halfway.

After gathering his emotions, Harley finally asked: "Voice of Heaven, no matter how I kill the demon, it will be considered a meritorious service to Heaven and I will receive merit from Heaven, right?"

She had unintentionally gained some merit by beating the horned dog demon summoned by Richie to death earlier.

"No, not in any way. According to the 'Heaven Warrior Contract', you have to take action yourself, borrowing help does not count, such as Nergal last time."

"What about severely injuring the devil with your own hands?" Harley asked.

"Injury without killing, merit is low."