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"What do you want to say?" Second Sister Death really stayed.

Harley thought for a while, but still didn't ask for the "benefits" immediately, "Sister, how do you usually deal with the souls of the dead?"

The Goth girl said: "When they were about to die, I appeared. I appeared, and they died.

Death does not mean the end, but the beginning of a new journey.

My appearance is to welcome them into the new world. "

"I have a good friend, Adrian Veidt, the Pharaoh in Watchmen. Where is he?" Harley asked.

"The Buddha's hell in the underworld." The Goth girl said immediately without thinking.

"But he is not in the Buddhist country. I checked it myself." Harley said seriously.

The Goth girl smiled, "I said he went to the underworld, but I didn't say he must be in the Buddhist hell now.

If the boundary between life and death is a door, my responsibility is to lead the living into the door of death.

All matters inside and outside the door have nothing to do with me.

The God of Death manages the world of death behind the door, but I am Death, not the God of Death.

When Pharaoh was about to die, I took him on the road through the underworld, and he walked the rest of the way by himself.

Alternatively, some gods of death send messengers to greet the dead. "

Harley thought thoughtfully, "Sister, do you know where he is now?"

"I don't know, and I don't care. Your questions are so boring, I'm leaving." Death yawned and said sadly.

"Pharaoh is related to the security of the multiverse." Harley said seriously.

"So? What does it have to do with me?" After a pause, Death asked curiously: "I am more interested in the way you killed Xanadu."

"There is a force field attack."

The Gothic girl shook her head, "It's not a simple existence field attack, it seems to have the flavor of a supreme rule, but it's not the rule of this universe.

Also because it involves supreme rules, I mistakenly thought that a supreme being with new power had taken action. "

Harry gave her a strange look. If you hadn't frightened me by saying something about the supreme being, I wouldn't have messed around with Midnight. After tossing and tossing, I was still tossing myself, causing a group of hell fortune tellers to predict myself.

However, the supreme rule.

Not to mention the supreme rules, with her level of magic, she didn't even grasp the most common rules of the universe.

Can defensive expertise be considered a special rule?

If expertise is a new rule, then the level 10 defense expertise has broken through the multiverse and must be the highest.

"Although I have absorbed the power of Manhattan, I know nothing about my abilities." Harley's expression was sincere and confused.

"Hehehe" the Goth girl looked at her face and smiled meaningfully.

Harley's expression remained unchanged and she also laughed, "Sister, you seem to be protected by the prophecy, but apart from eternal life, I seem to have no other benefits?"

"What benefit do you want?"

"In addition to the worry-free years, can I also be prevented from being killed by others?" Harley showed a distressed look, "There are many villains who hate me now, and I need immortality to save my life."

The Gothic girl said: "I really gave you immortality, and the universe will add many more people who died in vain."

"I'm honest and simple, and I never take the initiative to provoke others." Harley said aggrievedly.

Seeing "my sister"'s cold expression, she immediately observed her words and acted according to the situation. "Of course, immortality is just my dream. It's up to you, sister, what blessings you will give me. No matter what, I'm happy."

"In this case, I will grant you immortality."

In Harley's unbelievable ecstasy, the second sister raised the corners of her mouth, paused for a moment, and then continued: "Your dog."

"What?" Harley was stunned.

"Well, you seem to like dogs very much. When the old dog died, you even gave away the card to go straight to heaven, which shocked all the angels in heaven and most of the supernatural world.

Countless mages wailed, and people lived worse than a dog.

Since you love dogs so much, I will give your black-skinned dog 'Loach' immortality, so that you can avoid the pain of losing a dog. "The second sister said with a smile.

Harley's expression was distorted.

The Ascension to Heaven Card allows the mage to avoid the crisis of creditors and is the top treasure in the supernatural world.

Countless magic masters and even gods longed for it, but she hung it around the neck of her pet dog.

The mages howled, a man is worse than a dog.

Immortality prevents people from the crisis of death. It is the top ability in the multiverse. Everyone, including Harley herself, desires it infinitely, but the second sister Death throws it to the loach.

Then should she also lament that a human is worse than a dog?

Harley finally realized what those mages felt.

She was wailing in her heart, and a look of joy and gratitude appeared on her face, "Sister, you are really so considerate, thank you!"

The second sister smiled, very happily, "As long as you like it, goodbye."

After returning home, Harley looked around for her dog, but found nothing for a long time.

"Where did the loach go?" She found Ivy who was tossing in the flower garden.

"If there's none nearby, it's probably in Wayne Manor."

"Selena took it to Bruce's?"

"Selena didn't take it there, the loach can run there on its own."

"What?" Harley stared, "How can it run for dozens of kilometers?"

"It runs very fast and can fly short distances. You may not be able to catch it."

"It's not a question of whether it's fast or not. Why did Loach come to Bruce's house when he had nothing to do? Does he have a female dog at home? That's not right, Loach is less than one year old." Harley asked doubtfully.

“During the days when you hung the Origin Wall, I lived at the Quinn Hotel in Greenwich Village for two months and Selena moved to Wayne Manor with Loach.

It seemed to have become familiar with the people in the manor. Later, after our family was rebuilt, it would go there by itself every now and then. "Ivy said.

The Quinn Hotel was the number one fighting venue in the world back then.

The old warehouse was demolished and replaced by a luxury hotel facing the river.

"What's it about Wayne Manor that attracts it?" Harley asked.

Ivy said: "Since you came back, haven't you logged into the Bateman section of Puppy Video?"

"I'm busy receiving guests every day." Harley quickly took out her cell phone.

As soon as I entered the Bateman area, I saw a large and conspicuous photo in the background of the home page - the Bateman family portrait.

In addition to Bateman and Robin Cat, there is another dog, a bat dog wearing a bat hood and a bulletproof vest!

Bat-dogs have appeared in recent Bateman videos.

Bat dogs have a keen sense of smell and can find Du Ping hidden in tires.

The Bat Dog is so fast that it can follow Bateman's Bat Motorcycle for hundreds of miles, and it can bite off the wrists of two armed robbers in one second.

Bat dogs are small but powerful. They bit the trousers of a 200-pound criminal and dragged him across two streets to the gate of GCPD.

Bat Dog is smart and intelligent, and works well with Batman.

The bat dog is so popular that many up owners even make videos specifically for it.

Harley looked ugly, "I mean, I've been back for more than a week, why is Nili still not close to me? It turns out someone is a mistress."

"Hey, Loach is a dog with ideals. Don't force the dog to do anything difficult. Anyway, it's not running away from home. Just think of it as Selena." Ivy advised.

"What ideal does it have? Does it want to be a superhero dog?"

"It wants to be a wise detective like Bobo. Of course, it doesn't exclude being a hero who serves the people." Ivy said.

The corners of Harley's mouth twitched, "What did it tell you?"

"It can't speak yet, but it has thoughts and wisdom, and can use its claws to dig out words. Bruce is probably training it again at the moment."

"Okay, finally he knows how to go home."

Harley sighed and sat on a chair by the garden to watch videos. "It's been a few months. Why hasn't Duoduo called me? Doesn't she know I'm back?"

Loach fell in love with someone else, and she began to miss her old dog again.

“Well, recently there’s been a new addition to the superhero family, The Flash.

Hey guys, Central City's particle accelerator exploded, and millions of people in the city became potential superpowers.

Now Gotham can finally get rid of the most dangerous and bad city, right? "Harry saw a new video and said with a cheerful smile.

Fake mastermind Richie analyzed: "No, the Flash is very efficient and very deterrent to ordinary criminals.

The level of urban security is mainly determined by ordinary crime incidents.

For example, 70% of Gotham's crimes come from ordinary people, gang members, corrupt officials, and Gotham citizens who are easily 'impulsive'.

Central City is a livable city with a comfortable life. The crime rate of citizens is low and the criminal methods are relatively simple. "

Harley asked with a smile: "How many super criminals are imprisoned in Central City's prison now?"

"About six or seven. They can't be locked up in ordinary prisons, so they are all locked in the Star Laboratory." Rich said.

"Well, it's a bit small, and it hasn't grown up yet. It needs to be raised a little bit more." Harley commented.

"What to raise?" Richie asked curiously.

——Nurture reputation, strength, and quantity.

The greater the reputation and strength, the total amount of experience of an individual criminal will increase accordingly.

The total number of criminals determines the total profit she can get from a trip to Central City.

Harley thought about her current situation, level 68. If she did a nationwide patrol and visited every city where superheroes are active, would she be able to upgrade to level 70?

At level 70, Man of Steel is a small success, at least in terms of defense, it has reached the entry threshold of Zhenglian giants. Well, Bateman has to be ignored.

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but feel hot.

But then, she was troubled by another question: What to choose for the seventh defense specialty?

The sixth green light defense specialty was chosen very hastily. I was almost forced to make a temporary decision and chose that one.

Harley wanted to scold Green Lantern's defense skills for not being useful, so she was split into two pieces by the little blue man's sword.

But rationally, she understood that the green light defense was barely level 3, which was too low.

The seventh defense specialty is best to be upgraded quickly and has full potential.

"Richie, where did The Flash get his powers?"

"Like those super criminals in Central City, because a few months ago, the particle accelerator in Star Laboratory exploded, and the energy swept through the city.

The only difference between him and ordinary people was that he seemed to be struck by lightning. "Rich said.

"No, the big explosion is just the trigger," Harley pointed to the video. "Look at the way the Flash is running, there is obviously a red energy surrounding his body. That energy is the fundamental reason why he is as fast as lightning."

"Oh, you want to ask about the source of lightning energy?" Richie thought for a moment and said, "I looked through all the posts in the comment area analyzing the Flash's abilities.

Netizens believe that he has awakened some special gene, just like Tearman and Aquaman. "

Harley said with a dull face: "You use netizens' posts as reference?"

"Harley, don't underestimate the netizens. They have conducted a detailed analysis of each hero's abilities, with an accuracy rate of up to 60%.

And don’t forget your roots.

Didn’t we meet through technical posts discussing magic back then?

We have also been netizens. "Rich said.

"Okay, netizens are awesome. You can secretly use a trumpet to create a wave without leaving any trace - how to steal the red 'flash power' from The Flash - and see if any master takes over.

Also, you've been paying more attention to Central City lately.

First find out the identity of The Flash, and then record the details of his life, work, and heroism. " Harley said.

"You want to steal the Flash's power? He seems to be a good guy." Richie hesitated.

"Superheroes are generally good people, but the problem is, I'm not a good person!" Harley said calmly.

Richie was speechless.

Then she added: "I'm not trying to kill him. You see, every time he runs, he drags a long trail of energy behind him. What a waste. I'm just kind-hearted and want to share some 'pressure' with him."

"Ding, ring, ring," the cell phone suddenly displayed an incoming call, the prosecutor of Oklahoma.

"Miss Quinn, your grandfather is about to be executed by intravenous injection. There will be no pain, but he still wants to have a word with you."