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"Um." Admiral Mark opened his eyes with a dazed expression, "Where am I? I feel so much pain."

"Mark, look at me." Harley's voice was filled with mental shock.

Mark was stunned for a long time, and finally came to his senses, "Oh, No——"

He saw that he was lying in a pool of mucus. There was no torso under his neck, but instead several vine "conduits" connected to him.

"Devil, you are the devil!" He twisted his face and cursed weakly.

"How about I use mental spores to control him." Ivy frowned.

"I'm afraid it won't have any effect." Harley nodded hesitantly.

Ivy blew a puff of pink mist into Mark's black head.

His eyes quickly blurred into holes.

"Tell me, Dr. Manhattan's secret."

"Dr. Manhattan is a scam. He has long abandoned his lover, former teammates, and the US government. We are just using his reputation to scare other countries." Mark murmured.

"Fake." Harley sighed.

"Tell the truth." Ivy increased her mental power output.

"Dr. Manhattan is a scam, he was..." he repeated mechanically.

Ivy glanced at Harley awkwardly and suggested: "It's better to kill him and torture his soul."

Harley shook her head and said: "Those monsters from the Shadow Bureau are really not simple, I'm afraid their souls are also restricted by the 'memory surgery'.

After all, they were originally an agent organization on the magic side.

Wake him up, bring him to his senses. "

"He's just afraid that he hates us so much that he won't tell secrets easily." Ivy said.

"Um." Mark woke up again and said, "Harley Quinn——"

"Calm down and listen to me!" Harley shouted.

Mark stared at her to see how she would explain.

"Have you forgotten your previous experience?" Harley asked.

Mark was stunned, and memories came flooding back, along with endless regret: "You are right, there are no good aliens! The Kryptonians are treacherous and have no integrity. I regret it!"

He is a black man, and even though he has a good family background and was able to attend West Point Military Academy, he must have experienced numerous intrigues and intrigues to become the number one person in the U.S. military.

Why did you get so excited at that time that you personally went to negotiate with evil aliens for the sake of the false reputation of "the first person to come into contact with the third kind"?

"What happened next? Do you remember that you were taken to the laboratory by Kryptonian scientists?" Harley asked again.

Mark murmured: "Yes, I seemed to be taken to a place that looked like a laboratory, and they tied my limbs, and then"

"Then brutally dismember you." Harley sighed.

Ivy's face tightened, trying not to laugh out loud.

"Why?" Mark said blankly.

"You should ask why the Kryptonians captured you." Harley said.

Marx asked: "In order to torture the secrets of the earth from my mouth.

The Kryptonian scientist forced me to reveal Dr. Manhattan's information, but I refused and then passed out."

"That's it, the Kryptonians planned to search for confidential information from your brain, but all they found were false content, so they dismembered you to find out the reason," Harley said.

"Information blocking surgery!" Mark blurted out.

Then he believed the lie that he had been dissected by aliens.

If it were him, he would also order scientists to conduct anatomy and research.

"How do they know it's fake news?" he asked.

"Earth's electronic signals are all controlled by the Kryptonians, so naturally a lot of important military secret information was found.

I asked you to verify it once, but it didn’t match up twice. What do you think they would think? "Harry said matter-of-factly.

"Now you bring me here." Mark couldn't turn his head, but he could clearly see most of the interior decorations. "This is not any laboratory in the Pentagon."

"Mark, let's not talk secretly. I'm not a good person, and you don't have good intentions towards me either.

Originally, I should have let you die in the spaceship.

But now that I have fished you out, it must not be to be a good person. Can you understand? " Harley laughed.

"What time is it now? Looking at your relaxed and proud look, could it be that the crisis on Krypton has been resolved?" Mark asked in surprise.

Harley picked up the remote control and opened a news channel at random.

". South Korean President XXX also announced his recognition of Commander-in-Chief Quinn's honorary status as 'Admiral of Five Rings' because South Korea is also a member of the earth's civilization.

Commander-in-Chief Quinn saved the Earth and the Republic of Korea.

Moreover, judging from Commander-in-Chief Quinn’s exquisite appearance, which is full of Korean national characteristics, her ancestors should have Korean ancestry.”

Ivy stared at Harley's face again and again, wondering: "Do you look like a Korean?"

"In the eyes of Koreans, even the universe looks like a Korean map." Harley said.

"What do you want?" Mark looked at Harley with extremely complicated eyes, filled with envy, jealousy, regret, and hatred. They were all negative emotions, without any admiration or appreciation.

"I want to know Dr. Manhattan's secret." Harley said with a smile.

Mark's pupils shrank, "Do you think he has any other secrets?"

"I'm asking you."

"Why should I answer your question? Anyway, I'm already like this." Mark said with a dark expression.

"How about you reveal some information first to prove that the secrets of Manhattan are useful to me, and then we can bargain?" Harley suggested.

"That's reasonable, but I also want to know what you can do for me." Mark said.

"I can send you to heaven."

Mark looked hesitant when he heard this, "I'm not dead yet."

Harry said speechlessly: "You only have one head and neck left, and you rely entirely on the life support system built by magic vines. What else do you want?"

Mark's eyes widened, "I'm not willing to give in. I've been waiting for more than ten years, and finally..."

At this point, he suddenly stopped.

Harry was curious, but didn't want to follow his words and ask further questions.

"How can I trust you to fulfill your promise?" Mark said solemnly.

Harley smiled and said: "I have already taken out my chips, can you at least put them out first?

If the value is too low, I will look down upon it at all and there will be no need to talk about fulfilling the promise.

I will immediately stuff you into the magic circle and sacrifice you to a cruel hell demon. "

"Harry, do you have any misunderstanding? There is not such a big hatred between us, right?" Mark's dark face turned pale and he forced a smile.

Harley said impatiently: "I have to participate in the victory parade tomorrow morning, so hurry up and place your chips.

To be honest, asking you about Manhattan's secrets was purely Sister Laurie's whim, coupled with a series of coincidences.

Intellectually, I really don't believe you have any big secrets.

Even if there are secrets, they are of no value to me. "

"Haha." Mark grinned, showing a miserable and extremely jealous smile, "Harry, I'm so jealous of you, you are a lucky bastard!"

"You are looking for death -" Ivy was angry and was about to beat him with a vine.

Harry's heart moved, and he quickly raised his hand to stop it, "Is there really any great benefit?"

"Dr. Manhattan is still alive, in a certain city on Earth." Mark's sharp old eyes became trance-like, "Dr. Manhattan was most active in the 1970s and 1980s, when I was young.

At that time, every boy wanted to be Dr. Manhattan and dreamed of possessing his great power to change the world.

I've had dreams too.

Other boys’ dreams are just dreams after all, but mine can become a reality through hard work and planning.

If you had given me the paradise card two years ago, maybe I would have become the 'Manhattan II' and the 'Black Manhattan' now. "

Ivy wrinkled her nose and said: "Harry, this guy is crazy, he's full of mustache -"

Catching a glimpse of Harley's expression, she couldn't speak anymore and her expression became confused.

At this time, Harley was more serious than ever.

"What's wrong?" Ivy asked softly.

Harley waved her hand and stared at Mark, "Not only do you know the location of Dr. Manhattan, but you also plan to steal his power?"

“Hehehe, that’s why I said you are a lucky guy.

Chance struck me, and I found such a once-in-a-lifetime bargain. "Mark said with a strange smile.

Harry frowned and said, "I am also a well-known 'original thief' in the magic world, but I still can't imagine who can steal his power."

"I've laid out my chips." Mark looked at her hopefully, "Since you can send me to heaven, why don't you ask God or someone else—even Satan—to restore my body?"

Harley put her hand into the pocket of her three-quarter-sleeve woolen jacket and touched the door card. Her thoughts passed through the big cross and communicated with the voice of heaven, "Great voice of heaven, do you have a Limbo direct card?"

"Send the soul to Limbo?" Tianzhi asked indifferently.

"I don't want any gods or demons to get his soul." Harley said.

If the secret that robbed Dr. Manhattan of his power was true, it would be very important.

She would rather waste a heaven card than let the hell demon get any information from Mark's undead mouth.

But she also couldn't trust Silver City.

God’s little black hand is enough to make people wary.

None of the archangels in Silver City are fuel-efficient lamps.

It would be better to send him to Limbo and really kill people and silence them.

Well, there is no point in throwing people directly into Limbo. The soul will automatically go to where it should go, and there is no way to stop it.

"Who are you going to redeem the Limbo Direct Upgrade Card for?" Tian Zhisheng asked.

"Admiral Mark."

The voice of heaven immediately said: "He should have returned to Limbo Prison."

"Uh, are you sure? He is an American general. American military and political leaders are doing evil all over the world, don't they all deserve to go to hell?" Harley was stunned.

"Any killing by a soldier that is not motivated by selfish desires, animality, or sex will be borne by the state.

If a soldier is brave, patriotic and protective of his country, it will be a bonus for going to heaven.

General Mark is not a good man, but he is a good soldier.

Even if you can't go to heaven, you don't have to go to hell. "The voice of heaven said.

Harry's heart moved and asked: "A Kryptonian female general died during the day yesterday. Her name was Fiora. Where is her soul?"

"In Limbo Prison." Tianzhi said.

"The voice of heaven, use a hundred meritorious deeds to transform it into holy light, integrate it into the room card, and then change the room card style into the appearance of the heaven card."

It took a total of five hundred meritorious deeds.

In the living room of the apartment, Harley took out the 'new room card' with a face full of reluctance.

"This is..." Mark's eyes popped out as he stared at the gold card with a black background, "Heaven Card?!"

He felt its sacred aura, and it was exactly the same as the heaven card picture he had seen.

"I'll help you recover. I can't prove it, but the Heaven Card is real.

Now, it's your turn to come up with stronger evidence that your plan to steal Dr. Manhattan's power is not a lie. " Harley said.

Mark's expression changed continuously.

He wanted to repair his body and continue to plan the great cause of the Power of Manhattan, but he also understood that even if he was successfully 'resurrected', the Witch Harley would not let him leave the door of this house alive.

"Give me the paradise card and I will tell you a name."