I want to have a date with Superman

The battle that year broke out suddenly and ended anticlimactically.

Harley's basic purpose of provoking the battle - to eliminate the security risks from the Three Palace Demons - was not completely achieved.

Under the terms of the peace agreement presided over by Gabriel, Harley vowed not to enter the area of ​​Las Vegas, and the two princes of the third house vowed not to go near the west coast of the United States.

A fragile peace seems to have been reached, but everyone understands that the oath maintained by Gabriel's power is just a fart. Maybe it is louder than a fart.

If they really find an opportunity, both sides will kill without hesitation.

Gabriel's reputation as the "King of Angels on Earth" is very resounding, but the Demon City of the Three Palaces plans to destroy the human world. Will he give a shit to him?

Once Harley is capable enough, even if she really breaks the promise and goes to the casino to kill the son of the Three Houses, can Gabriel still kill "God King Quinn of Paradise Mountain"?

Killing the son of Sangong not only did not violate any laws of Silver City, but was actually rewarded by the Voice of Heaven.

The only thing is that the battle cannot affect the cities and humans of the earth. This is Gabriel's real responsibility and what he cares about.

After leaving the casino, Harley disbanded the "Paradise Mountain Team" on the spot, bringing only her own personal weapons with her, and then raided the Shadow Warrior Alliance.

Compared to Son of the Three Houses, Kagemusha stretches the crotch too much.

First, dozens of tons of fear gas bombs were used to cover all areas, destroying all checkpoints and ordinary members. Then Harley personally led hundreds of young men who had undergone several years of special training as shadow warriors to break into the interior. Only a few dozen elite martial arts masters were still struggling. persist in.

Arc bombs, fear bombs, and clown viruses were thrown around randomly, and then they were fired with machine guns and rocket launchers.

If they can't be killed in this way, Harley will go up in person and hit the head one after another like a watermelon.

She just extinguished all the living people in sight and in the infrared life detector. She couldn't tell their identities at all, and she didn't know whether the ninja master was dead or not.

Well, the basic skill of Kagemusha is identity disguise.

Ninja masters don't wear bright clothes and stand in the middle of the crowd showing off their awesomeness.

As for Bruce.

When chasing Bronze Tiger in the alley, Harley told Bruce Ming that her grievances with the Shadow Warriors were irreconcilable.

Not only that time, but later when dealing with the Court of Owls, she hinted to him more bluntly that one day she would destroy the Shadow Warrior lair.

Knowing that the Kagemusha was her sworn enemy and still going to learn the art from her, he deserved the disaster he suffered.

There were more than a dozen famous martial artists in the 'XZ Martial Arts Masters List' he took from her.

There's no need to wander aimlessly and happen to be picked up by a master ninja like in the Dark Knight movie.

They removed the ninja master's lair, drained the LS Road Pond, dug out all the mud at the bottom of the pond, and finally buried explosives to blow up the entire cave.

For the next few years, Harley tried her best to stay in Gotham.

She was afraid that the Son of the Third Palace would collude with a group of demons to ambush her.

Gabriel's mediation is not binding.

But he spends most of his time in Manhattan, and the son of the Third House at least doesn't dare to go to Gotham to cause trouble.

And Stranger lives on Long Island.

Now, Quinn Building, open-air seating area.

Harley sighed: "You did help me back then, and I remember this favor, but I have a special status and have sworn not to openly defy heaven."

"Heaven Warrior Contract?" Constantine frowned.

"God's mercenary treaty also has the responsibility of the Duke of Heaven Mountain. Just because you follow the instructions but not the announcement does not mean you can rebel against God." Harry said.

Then, she added: "Actually, I can't do anything to help you. You know, I practice the Escape Pattern and use the Guardian Shield as my natal magic spell. I have enough defense but not enough offense."

"I just like your 'God descends to earth', which is simply a nightmare for all mages." Constantine exclaimed.

"Go to Zatanna, Madam Xanadu, Nick, or the Grand Masters of the Wizarding Council." Harry said.

"The Wizards' Council has long been disbanded. In fact, the Wizards' United Organization formed because of the Little Black Bean incident only borrowed the name of the ancient 'Wizards' Council' and is not a real council.

Little Black Bean returned to the Sunless Sea, Zatara and Sargon died, more than a dozen masters became crazy and useless, and the loose wizard council was completely dissolved. "

After a pause, Constantine continued: "On the contrary, Mr. E, Tanaras, and Witch Sargon led a group of middle and low-level mages to form a new organization, the Cold Flame Holy See, do you know?"

Harley nodded slightly, "I also go to the Forgotten Bar from time to time, so I don't have a lot of information.

The Cold Flame Holy See is not as pure as the Wizards' Council back then. It is a very radical and profit-seeking organization. "

"They." Constantine hesitated for a moment and reminded in a low voice: "They are not only radical, they are also ruthless and have no principles at all."

"The topic is getting further and further." Richie said impatiently: "Have you decided whether you want to form a team to rescue Zed?"

Constantine stared at Harley for a while and sighed: "Find Zed first and see how the defense is over there."

A moment later, on the 24th floor, there was a 100-square-meter cutting-edge electronic instrument laboratory full of futuristic science fiction style.

Stepping on the illuminated floor, Constantine felt like he was in the captain's room in Star Trek.

There is a giant video wall of more than ten square meters in front, a neat all-in-one console, no strange buttons, a smooth glass panel, and full touch screen control.

Behind the half-person high operating table, there is a lounge chair that looks like a barber shop used to perm customers' hair.

At the top of the chair back, there is a semicircular metal pot lid.

"How is it?" Richie pointed to the indoor equipment and said proudly: "The cost alone is more than 500 million US dollars. Apart from the national supercomputing center, it is almost the most powerful."

"It's not as messy as the computer geeks in the movies, and there aren't countless network cables, which makes me a little worried," Constantine said with a smile.

Richie rolled his eyes, "Even if I want to be messy, my secretary will help me tidy up.

Even if there are countless network cables, they are all under the console and have been standardized and standardized. "

"Okay, show me what you have got."

"Duoduo!" Rich shouted, and the console and video wall immediately started up.

"Dodo is Harry's old dog, right? Is he dead?" Constantine asked casually.

"I am 14 years old this year and I have lost all my teeth. It will only happen this year or next year."

Richie said while operating quickly.

"The old dog that has been with her for many years is about to die. Harley must be very sad, so she named this company 'Duoduo'." Constantine said with emotion.

Richie was stunned and said uncertainly: "She didn't seem sad. Last week at Arkham Quinn Manor, she even said happily that when Duoduo died, she would immediately go to the Forgotten Bar to bring back a magical dog. .”

"Well, maybe it's because he died at the end of his life and he was mourning?" Constantine said uncertainly.

He never thought that if Harley wasn't sad, it might be that she and her dog wouldn't be separated at all.

Richie stared at the screen and said in surprise: "The Crusader's technology is very advanced. It seems to use some kind of quantum magic technology similar to mine."

Constantine felt dizzy as he looked at the screen full of codes. He took out a ska cigarette and lit one for himself. His lungs immediately felt warm and full from the smoke.

"It's definitely not a problem for you, right? I have full confidence in you." He encouraged casually.

"certainly."

Rich hesitated for only a moment, then left the console and lay down on the chair, "This terminal allows me to roam freely in the free online world.

If I add the magic paradigm, I can let my consciousness directly enter the virtual network, and use digital mental power to jump directly into the private realm that is strictly guarded by the firewall. "

"You said before that you would never touch magic again." Constantine smiled complicatedly. "People like us, no matter what we have experienced, will never be able to quit magic in our lives."

"I don't touch black magic now. John, I am a quantum magician, and this will never change."

This sentence came from the speaker.

"It's amazing. You can talk even if you close your mouth?" Constantine looked up and down around his fleshy shell.

He also put his ear against his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

"Stab!" The screen flashed, and Richie's figure jumped out on the blue background.

It's not a cartoon image, it's exactly like a real person.

He was still posing and winking at Constantine.

"Are you very shocked?" he said proudly.

"To be honest, I don't quite understand," Constantine said honestly, "I don't understand what's so clever about this."

"I completely control the virtual world in this host, can't you feel it?"

Richie felt a sense of frustration with playing the piano.

When Harley saw this scene for the first time, she was so excited that she shouted "Oh my God!"

"So?" Constantine asked blankly.

"If the special effects team in Hollywood were to make this video, it would have required hundreds of hours of work, but I finished it in a split second. This video is more direct."

In the next moment, the camera continued to zoom up, leaving the room and reaching the top of the building, overlooking the entire Central Park. The camera continued to zoom up, giving Gotham a panoramic view.

Eventually, the picture goes to space beyond the earth.

"John, watch it!" Richie said excitedly.

The camera rotates slightly, from the rotating blue planet to the empty dark space.

Constantine's sharp eyes soon saw a palm-sized transparent film in the void, flickering and flashing with a faint blue light.

"boom!"

The membrane instantly unfolded, encompassing the entire Earth and the entire solar system.

The three-dimensional universe in front of us seems to be divided into three dimensions visible to the naked eye, one of which collapses and disappears, and the other two dimensions.

Constantine looked shocked, "Oh my God, I know this. The world collapsed from three dimensions to two dimensions, a two-dimensional foil, right?"

"That's right, it's the two-dimensional foil in "The Trisolaran Crisis". How do you feel now?" Richie laughed.

"It's like watching a Hollywood blockbuster. Could it be that your 'Puppy Video Company' is making the movie 'The Three-Body Man' and is this the material for the movie?" Constantine asked.

"It's not a movie. Everything you saw just now was me turning my consciousness into an image in a moment." Rich said.

"That is to say, you alone can match the entire special effects team in Hollywood?" Constantine said thoughtfully.

"Although it's true, I don't mean it that way. I want to say that in the digital world of this console, I am equivalent to God and omnipotent." Rich sighed.

"God Rich, please find Zed first." Constantine blew out a smoke ring and said lazily.

"OK, I'll take action now. John, please close the door, I'm going to turn on the air conditioner to cool down."

Constantine closed the door to the laboratory and asked doubtfully: "Cooling who?"

Before he finished speaking, the central air conditioner above his head rumbled to life, and cool air almost thick as mist fell from above. Constantine shivered from the cold.

"I synchronized the alpha brain waves with the computer, projected the pulse of consciousness into waves that crossed the logical breakpoint, and then dived into Limbo with control.

During this process, both the body and the machine need to consume a lot of energy. The human body heats up, and the host also heats up, so it needs to be cooled down. ” Rich explained.