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"Even if Miss Gaines refuses to save her, she will not die." Bruce sighed.

Harley said: "From a legal perspective, you are right.

But the problem is, you can barely morally accuse Kristen of not sacrificing herself, not using her career prospects, and caring for her granddaughter even if she doesn't care for her.

From a legal perspective, Christine is even more innocent.

Moreover, who breaks the mundane laws and introduces new rules of the game?

She is Gainous's grandmother.

Ganos also knew about this.

Obviously, in the new rules of the game, the laws of the mortal world are no longer valid.

Talking about the laws of the world to the devil of hell is like aliens coming to the earth, but asking earthlings who are stronger than themselves to abide by alien rules.

Stupid and arrogant. "

"You deceived Lucifer and used the Court of Owls to provoke Lucifer into a fight with the evil god. You talked so much with Neilong before, but in the end I thought you could deceive him." Bruce said with some disappointment.

——The reason why I talked to Him so much is to build a relationship and establish a connection first, so that I can deceive His origin in the future, or to find an opportunity to stab Him in the back, kill Him and directly take out the heart. What does this have to do with Christine?

Oh, it has a bit to do with it, but it’s really just a small clause of tens of thousands of dollars in a trillion-dollar project.

"I got the half-finished soul of the Holy Spirit from the Demon King without paying almost any price."

Not pretending to be cool, and being looked down upon by Bruce, Harley waved her hands in frustration.

"Forget it, you're a Muggle, you haven't experienced it yourself, you just take it for granted.

You feel that you are no worse than me, and since I have deceived Satan, Satan is no better than you.

Since Satan is nothing more than this, the other demons in hell are even more like chickens and dogs. "

"I don't think so, and I'm not that arrogant." Bruce's cheeks were slightly red, and he said awkwardly: "It's just that your previous record was too impressive, and I thought you were just a dragon."

Harry said strangely: "You are so loud, the inner dragon, the king of hatred, has become a 'mere'.

By the way, do you understand the meaning of the title 'King of Hatred'?

Not all demons have titles.

The inner dragon is the first fallen and the demon king of hell.

His status was once second only to Lucifer.

Now, Beelzebub and Belial are riding on their heads again. "

Bruce thought for a while and asked, "Are the words you said to Him before useful in instigating Him to rebel against Beelzebub and Belial?

Later, you seemed to be threatening Him. Will He in turn join Satan's side? "

Harley said disapprovingly: "There is no credibility or friendship between demons.

Even if I really have a fight with Him, he will still seek cooperation from me when it becomes profitable.

Even though I flatter Him like God, He is still ruthless to me when there is a conflict of interest.

Of course, so do I. "

Bruce's expression was slightly distorted. You are the same, are you also a demon?

"Um." The square-faced girl on the floor woke up slowly, "Where am I? Ah, I remembered, I was cursed and dragged into hell - Hey, Bateman, you saved me?

Damn you, are you really a bat demon from hell? Can you defeat even demons? ! "

"Miss Christine, she saved you." Bateman pointed to Harley beside him.

"Ah, Mayor Quinn!" Christine was startled and wanted to stand up to express her gratitude.

"Plop -" She fell to the ground as expected.

"Ah, my foot, where did my foot go? Oh my God, what are the teeth marks on my leg?" She hugged her right leg and howled in fear.

"Explain to her, I'll wait for you outside."

Harley left a word and returned to the living room.

She also ignored Gordon and the others who were asking for details, and sent them to the 'Hell Meditation Room' together.

Half an hour later, the manor living room.

Christine whimpered and cried, "If I had known this, I would have gone directly to Gotham Cathedral."

"It's okay, I can still walk like flying with prosthetic limbs installed." Her fiancé Dalton comforted her.

"But every day when I see this broken leg and these tooth marks, I think of - wu wu wu"

Father Carlisle squatted beside her and inspected her for a long time, then turned to Harley and said, "I didn't see any hidden dangers, but I don't believe that the devil didn't leave any backup plans."

Seeing Harley's hesitation, he approached her and whispered: "Kristen may become the Holy Spirit."

"It was still possible before, but now that I have visited hell, my outlook has changed drastically, and my hope is slim." Harley said.

"It is possible to become more pious, as long as she sees the power of God and teaches her that God has not abandoned her," the priest said.

Harley thought about it and realized what he said made sense.

Then he took Christine to the "Heaven Meditation Room", and his consciousness approached the Silver City through the big cross.

"Boss Zaulie——"

Before she could say anything, the black angel flew over and complained: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, let's go."

"Where to go?" Harley was confused.

"Go and save Christine."

Harry was dumbfounded, "Have you been staring at her?"

"There are so many believers in the world, who can keep an eye on them except the omniscient and almighty Lord? I only noticed the female soul who should not have fallen into hell when she fell into hell."

Zauliel did not appear in the world.

Only an illusory light and shadow of an angelic image is projected. In the worship and awe of Dalton and others, the holy light is used to wash away the filth of hell in Christine's soul and body.

Finally, he gave her a "holy bare foot".

Well, the pure power of holy light materialized into a foot.

It looks like the feet of ordinary people, but it is indestructible. It can run like the wind, and with one kick, it can defeat demons.

"What's the use of this thing?" Harley's mouth twitched.

"Look, Christine's spirit is completely different. In the future, she can still infect more people with her right foot of holy light." Zawlie said.

Christine has indeed changed, her eyes are full of determination and piety, and she seems to have found the goal of life and spiritual support again, and is no longer the gloomy, depressed and panicked person she was when she just crawled out of hell.

After seeing off Gordon and Christine, who were thanking each other profusely, Bruce stood in the shadows, his voice still hoarse and low: "I want the Wayne Children's Fund to sponsor that child, but Bruce Wayne shouldn't notice that kind of unreported little things.

You are the person involved, why not let the Quinn Fund provide him with a bailout? "

"You're overthinking it. He has a father and a pretty good family background. Didn't you notice that they live in a small single-family house!"

Then, Harley looked at him again and asked curiously: "How are you going to get home in this outfit?"

"I'll wait until dark," he said.

"Run back with your feet?" Harley asked strangely.

"Afu will drive to pick me up. I want to have a fight with you before leaving."

Bruce's eyes were shining and his face was full of fighting spirit.

"I don't mind fighting with you." Harley's eyes scanned his body carefully. There were darts, electric batons, and the omnipotent belt around his waist. He didn't know what kind of weapons it contained.

Bateman's total experience may not be less than Superman's, but his normal attacks are almost unable to break through her defenses, and he doesn't have much malice. The attack is low, the malice is minimal, and the experience points can't be gained!

"You throw me darts." She took a stance and hooked Bruce.

Bruce had seen her "magic skill" of flying batarangs with bare hands, so he didn't worry about hurting her.

He took a deep breath, used his hands to search the bag with lightning, and retrieved the dart. At the same time, he ran quickly with his feet, circling her, and throwing out the dart with maximum strength from all tricky angles.

Harry suddenly put away his hands and put them behind his back. His feet were like nails nailed in place, but his body was like a roly-poly, swaying back and forth.

"Chi chi chi chi -"

None of the batarangs that tore through the air missed, and they all hit Harley between the eyebrows.

In other words, she caught it all between her eyebrows.

"Ding ding ding" the dart left a red mark on her forehead and landed on the ground with a tinkling sound.

"Shit!" Bruce was stunned. In just about ten seconds, he fired more than a hundred darts, but did not cause any damage to her.

"Shit!" Harley looked ugly. She had received more than a hundred darts, but she barely gained any experience.

Same as then.

When Bruce stayed at the Fighting Building, she asked him to learn from the Gotham gang and helped her practice the 'Iron Shirt' with a stick.

The result left her both moved and embarrassed.

I was touched that he had no ill intentions towards me, and I felt lonely for a long time in embarrassment.

There is no ripple in the jar of experience.

"How did you do it?" they both asked at the same time.

"How do you do it without any hostility in your heart when attacking?" Harley repeated.

"How do you know I'm not hostile?" Bruce asked strangely.

"I have a skill that can accurately determine the murderous intention from the enemy's attack." Harley said.

"I can also feel the enemy's killing intent from the attack."

Bruce nodded and believed it immediately.

"We are friends. Now we are just competing in martial arts. Is it abnormal to have murderous intentions?" He added.

——It's over. Even Bateman can perfectly control his murderous intention, and the idea of ​​tearing apart the Manyo frame to extract experience points is probably impossible to realize.

Harley wailed inwardly.

"Killing intent does not mean killing people, just be careful."

She took a deep breath, and her sky-blue eyes, like the clear sky on a summer afternoon, were suddenly filled with violence and hatred. Her body shape did not change, but a frightening aura of terror emanated from her body.

The murderous aura developed through all the battles and killings he had experienced over the years was unreservedly displayed before Bruce's eyes.

"I am going to kill you!"

Her voice was cold and her expression was cold.

Bruce felt a chill running down his spine and subconsciously put on a defensive posture.

The next moment, his vision blurred. Harley seemed to have crossed a distance of more than ten meters and arrived in front of him in just one step. The suffocating murderous intent made his hair stand on end.

——She really wants to kill me!

As soon as this thought came to his mind, a sharp pain came from his lower abdomen. The scene in front of him changed rapidly. With a "bang", he was like a big cake, clinging to the wall.

"How do you feel?"

Harley's voice returned to normal, and Bruce just patted his head and woke up.

Apart from the stomach cramps, I'm fine.

"Why are you so physically fit?" he asked in shock.

"Alas" Harley sighed, regained her previous murderous look, took one step forward, came to his side again, and punched him, "Boom!"

Bruce felt as if a grenade had exploded in his ears.

Broken bricks flew everywhere, dust filled the air, and a hole as big as a washbasin was exposed in the thick garden wall.

"How do you feel now?" she asked again.

"You saved your energy before."

Bruce looked dazed. He had been training hard every day in the past six years.

But the gap is getting bigger and bigger

"Killing intent does not mean attacking with all your strength. It is a technique that can cause psychological oppression to the enemy." Harley said.

"I have learned this technique, but I cannot have the intention to kill you.

In fact, I have been controlling myself and not having murderous intentions for anyone. "Bruce sighed.

Like an expert, Harry clasped his hands behind his back and walked away with his back to him. His voice slowly came:

"It's better to block things than to loosen them. As long as you control them, there will always be times when you lose control. Go back and practice hard. When you can be full of malice, but your heart is as clear as ice and your strength is as good as you want, come back to me."

After returning home, Bruce pulled Alfred into the Batcave.

“I have determined that it is impossible to defeat Harley with just the strength of a martial artist.

Her skills are not inferior to mine, but she has the physical ability to crush me.

You have to find another way.

Well, if the skill is not enough, technology can make up for it.

Technologies that enhance strength include genetic potions, human mutation, and weapons and equipment.

I decided to build a set of mechanically powered super armor.

Ah Fu, help me prepare a complete set of books on mechanical and electronic engineering.

If Hallie can get a PhD, I will surpass her!

In addition, discuss with Lucius to acquire a group of technology companies with corresponding technologies. "

"Miss Quinn is not an enemy, so why spend so much energy dealing with her?" Ah Fu asked in confusion.

"Harley is just a trigger. For powerful superhuman beings like Superman and Wonder Woman, I have to prepare a response plan.

Oh, by the way, there are demons.

Alas, I have to go to Harley to find some information on what metals can fight against the devil. "

Ah Fu twisted his face and said: "Master, you can't even carry Gotham on your back, so you want to carry the fate of the United States and even the universe on your shoulders?"

"I don't want to bear any fate. I just do what I think is right."

"But I don't think you can do it!" Ah Fu sighed.

"If you don't try, how will you know I can't do it?"