I want to have a date with Superman

Ivy opened the iron box in the corner and found a bright silver baseball bat among several Kryptonian phase guns.

"Harley, you are hiding Kryptonian weapons." Clark shouted.

"It's just a few small guns. Recently, even fashionable Gotham criminals are using Kryptonian weapons.

I am a mighty five-ring general and ball-protecting hero, but I can’t collect a few trophies? "

This is the truth.

Recently, a large number of alien weapons have escaped from Metropolis.

During the Kryptonian invasion, the mothership was blown up, and the Kryptonian equipment that was not destroyed in the arsenal fell like raindrops over a radius of several hundred kilometers, falling on citizens' backyards, rooftops, and roads.

As long as it is not discovered by the police, citizens will definitely not be willing to hand it over after picking it up.

"Hallelujah!"

Harley took off the chain from her hand, wrapped it around the rod, and shouted, filling the cabin with holy light.

Clark, who originally looked disapproving, could not help but change his expression slightly after being exposed to the light of confession.

However, the light of repentance instantly converged, and the stick became the same as before, ordinary and without any magic.

Armed with a penitent stick, Harley no longer has to hold back.

"Haha!" He shouted softly, and the stick hit the Pharaoh on the head as fast as lightning.

"Boom--" The deck of the spacecraft shook slightly.

"Shit, you hit his head like a walnut!" Laurie said in horror.

"Look-" Harley turned sideways, letting her look at the Pharaoh on the ground.

There was a bruise and stick mark on his head, but it was not broken.

The man was not dead, he just clenched his teeth and twitched all over.

"Boom -" Harley stepped on the Pharaoh's chest again and hit him on the top of his head.

The air flow caused by the rapid swing of the stick even made Laurie's hair fly.

But the Pharaoh only lamented and howled, "Repent, regret, regret~~~"

"This is unscientific!" Laurie and Clark both shouted, "This force is enough to break his head."

Harry raised an ordinary stick that didn't even emit holy light, and sighed: "This is God's big stick that can't kill anyone no matter how hard it is hit."

"Magic weapons can't kill anyone at all?" Clark's eyes lit up and he asked, "Can I use it?"

He is often troubled by the fact that he can kill people with just a little force, and he has never had a good fight in his entire life.

If there is a weapon that cannot kill anyone, he can completely let go.

"Didn't you use it last time? This is my holy relic. Anyone can use it as long as they get my permission. However, it can only be used in front of me." Harley handed him the stick, "You try Try it, try it with confidence and boldness.”

Clark took the stick and tapped the old man's arm 'gently', "Click!"

The arm is broken into an "L" shape.

"Ouch~~~" Pharaoh screamed miserably, "I am a sinner - no, I am not wrong, what I do is without selfish motives!"

"What's going on? I broke his hand." Clark was shocked.

"You can't kill him, but you can hurt him. If you hit his head, it won't break." Harley said.

Clark was doubtful and touched his head lightly again.

Not broken like an eggshell.

Clark gradually increased his force.

Then, the entire small airship began to shake violently, as if there were two giants "sleeping" inside.

The ship shook.

The Pharaoh twisted his face and confessed loudly: "I deserve death! I pride myself on being a god and save the world just to achieve my own unparalleled achievements.

Saving the world is not because I love the world, but because I love myself.

I want to transcend the ordinary, transcend the gods, and become a god above gods. "

Laurie wondered: "This is not what Werther would say.

Others may think that he is vain, but he never doubts his actions and truly believes that he is saving the world. Otherwise, his thoughts would not be hidden from Joan. "

Harry said: "God's teachings are standardizing his thinking."

"Norms. Distort human nature?" Laurie was horrified.

Clark immediately stopped hitting, "God's stick is too evil."

Harley said disapprovingly: “If God’s stick does not have a fixed set of moral norms, how can it conflict with the thoughts and actions of ‘sinners’ and teach people to repent?

Such as Pharaoh.

Based on his own values, he always felt that he was right and never regretted it.

If God's stick is based on personal values, it will be completely ineffective when it hits the Pharaoh. "

The penitential efficacy of the rod of God comes primarily from the tears of the Holy Spirit.

Therefore, the moral standards of the stick come from the Holy Spirit.

And the Holy Spirit’s three views are completely consistent with God’s teachings.

"I still think it's a bit evil," Clark said.

Harley said: "Just like when your child makes a mistake, you will pull him to a corner and teach him what he should and shouldn't do.

If a child is disobedient and acts out, the parent will whip him as many times as he wants.

Parents regulate their children's three views with their parents' ideas.

God's Big Stick probably has a similar effect.

If you believe in God, God’s rod is a peerless holy weapon.

It is a magic weapon if you do not obey His teachings.

I use it in Gotham Cathedral, it is a true sacred vessel, why come to the church to confess if you don’t believe in God? "

"Are the effects permanent?" Laurie asked.

"It depends on the person. An ordinary person can be a good person for two years after being beaten, but some weirdos must be beaten hard and often, such as some poor people in Arkham."

Clark continues to hammer Pharaoh.

He is not devout to God, but he agrees with most of God’s values

It only beat the Pharaoh until he burst into tears and became mentally weak, and Ivy used mental spores to control him.

"Let him write down the 'peerless magical power' silently." Harry said.

After Ivy gave an order, the Pharaoh stood up shakily, sat in front of the passenger seat, and used a touch screen pen to write and draw on the operating screen.

"Buddha's Mother's Purpose Sutra" Harry leaned over to look at it, and smiled happily after a moment, "The name is a bit strange, but it is indeed an authentic Zen sect, and it still uses ancient Chinese characters.

The cultivation of mental power and soul is more advanced than any of my martial arts, ten times better.

It is definitely the suppressing technique of a large Zen Tao sect. "

The pen in the Pharaoh's hand paused slightly, a light flashed through his lowered eyes, then quickly returned to turbidity, and he continued to write mechanically like a puppet.

Even Ivy, who 'controlled' him, didn't notice anything strange about him.

"That's a bit too much." Laurie frowned.

Clark also had a bad expression, "We beat him to make him repent and stop harming others, not to take away his knowledge and martial arts skills."

"You've seen it!" Harley said with a smile: "Laurie, you can extend your life by practicing. Look at Pharaoh, he is a round older than you, but his mental and physical condition are far better than yours.

Your daughter, granddaughter, and grandson can also practice.

Think of Pharaoh, face to face, within ten meters, catching bullets with your hands.

When your granddaughter practices gymnastics from now on, she doesn’t have to imitate her mother and win prizes by reporting first! "

Laurie glared at her, but a look of excitement flashed on his face. He had to think about it not only for himself, but also for the juniors!

"Clark, you can also practice. This book is very suitable for you. Isn't your mental strength your shortcoming?

Even the Kryptonian commander Fiora had trouble breaking free from Ivy's mental spores, but the Pharaoh was almost immune to it——"

At this point, Harley turned back suddenly and stared at the back of the Pharaoh's head, who was immersed in writing.

"Werther, say you are a dog," she said abruptly.

"I am a dog." Pharaoh said calmly without any hesitation.

While speaking, the writing action did not stop.

"Are you worried that he is pretending?" Ivy quickly sensed her spores, which were still active in the brain's nerve center. "I didn't notice any problems here."

"With Werther's pride, he would never say he was a dog." Laurie affirmed.

"You can't be too cautious when writing secrets from memory."

Harley thought for a while, waited for the Pharaoh to finish dictating the secret book, and then turned over a Colt pistol in the box and handed it to him, "Shoot me."

"Bang, bang, bang!" Pharaoh said with a sullen face as he repeatedly pulled the trigger in front of her face.

Harley waved her hands in front of her face.

"Chichi!" Three of the five bullets were caught at random, and the other two left two red marks on her cheeks and fell to the ground.

"Man of Steel?!" Laurie exclaimed.

"Hehehe" Harley looked at the Pharaoh, smiled meaningfully, and handed over five magazines, "Pull out all the bullets."

The corner of Pharaoh's eye twitched slightly.

"Bang bang bang"

Harley continued to practice catching bullets.

After a while, her face was covered with red spots.

It looked a little ridiculous, and Laurie couldn't help laughing.

"Shit!" Harley spit out a bullet that jumped into her mouth, shouted "Ada", jumped up and punched and kicked the Pharaoh.

"What an old Yinbi, how dare you trick me."

If an ordinary person shoots her with a machine gun, it can only make the experience jar bubble one or two times, and there is almost no progress in gaining experience.

The Pharaoh shot down, and the experience jar bubbled.

After emptying four magazines and all the experience, Harley was promoted from level 56 to level 57.

This is a level of 50+, and the experience required for level one is equivalent to the previous ten levels.

Such rich experience is worthy of the Pharaoh's status as the 'peerless great devil'.

But he is now controlled by Ivy. The experience he generates every time he attacks her depends on the strength of his attack and Ivy's malice towards her.

Ivy's ill will towards her is almost zero.

This shows what?

Malice comes from the Pharaoh.

The Pharaoh is pretending to be dead!

"Don't beat him to death." Clark stopped her, "Why are you so crazy? One moment you let him shoot you with a gun, and the next moment you get angry again."

"He is not under control at all, Pharaoh, get up and speak!" Harley said angrily.

"Um." The Pharaoh was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he could hardly open his eyes. "How did you find out?"

"How did you do it?" Harley asked.

"Haha." Pharaoh wiped away the blood from his mouth and sneered: "After more than half a century of practice, kung fu has become a part of my body.

You asked me to write the Zen Heart Sutra, and my mind naturally began to fall into trance, running the meditation method, and my mind immediately returned to myself and woke up.

So give up, even if you kill me, you won't get my secret method. "

"Old man, you are amazing! Your willpower and scheming are worthy of being the one who defeated Dr. Manhattan." Harley praised him.

There was an uncontrollable murderous intention in her heart.

"You are also very good. You are sinister, vicious, and ruthless. You are worthy of being the one to put an end to Joan." Pharaoh said coldly.

"Hey, how do you think we got to this point? We obviously had a lot of fun talking before and we got along pretty well." Harley sighed.

"You are too greedy. You want to grab something you like when you see it." Pharaoh said angrily.

"No, it's because you are so inhumane," Harley pointed to the corpse banner outside the window, "I was irritated by it. No matter how many stories I have heard about you, it is not as impactful as seeing it with my own eyes."

"Why, you changed your mind and didn't send me to the Garden of Eden?" Pharaoh sneered.

(PS: Whether Pharaoh is the number one kung fu master in the DC universe, I haven’t fought, so I can’t tell. Moreover, the number one martial artist in DC is set to be Ms. Siwa.

However, it is also true that the Pharaoh received bullets with his bare hands.

His speed and reaction were so fast that Rorschach, Laurie, and Daniel couldn't reach him even if they joined forces.

In addition, the scene where the Pharaoh catches bullets with his bare hands is not copied from Fire Cloud Evil God. It existed in the "Watchmen" comics in the 1980s. )