I want to have a date with Superman

"Hey, old Tess, don't you watch the news?"

Curry impatiently took out his mobile phone and played Louise's special series again, "Lois Lane, the famous star of the universe, do you still doubt her words?"

"I don't doubt it, but I'm not afraid of people under the sea. Even if they come ashore and rush into my bar, I won't leave."

"Old cousin, are you serious?"

Curry's eyes flashed fiercely.

Old Tess felt the aura of danger on his body and gritted her teeth: "I believe in Admiral Galaxy. She can turn dirty, poor, and dangerous Staten Island into a safe and prosperous metropolis, and can protect my brother countless times." Tan, protect the people of the earth, you can still protect me this time."

"Hey, Admiral Galaxy may be able to calm the people under the sea, but if you want to scare me with her, it's just a dream!"

Curry saw the old woman's little trick, stepped forward and knocked her down with a slap, proving that he was not intimidated.

"Will you sign or not?"

"No, can't sell"

Old Tess was a little confused after being beaten, but when she saw her husband anxiously trying to help her, but his efforts were in vain, her tone was as firm as iron again.

"Bang bang bang!" Curry kicked her again and again, causing the old woman to vomit blood.

The undead bartender next to him screamed and bit at him, but it was like a breeze blowing on his face, to no avail.

It's not an evil spirit. At least not yet.

Only evil spirits can harm living people.

"Boss, everyone saw us coming in." Little Black Ron stepped forward to grab him and persuaded: "BOSS's 'Seaside Home' project is very eye-catching. If there is a life-threatening lawsuit, it will easily attract the attention of the media. .

This is not more than ten years ago.

When Admiral Galaxy was the mayor, he cleansed the GCPD four times and conducted a campaign to improve discipline and discipline once a year. Even if discipline enforcement has become formalistic again, the GCPD will at least keep an eye on murder cases.

Especially Jim Gordon, known as the "Hell Detective".

It is said that he can communicate with the dead, is ruthless, and has repeatedly solved strange cases. "

"My dad has inherited the legacy of the McGee family. How can Sturgeon McGee be afraid of a mere police inspector?"

Curry shouted while tugging at the sturgeon embroidery on the chest of his suit.

"Alas, Jim Gordon is difficult to deal with. He can summon Batman." Huang Mao said.

"That's right, Gordon controls the Bat-Light, and everyone in Gotham knows it." Another big black man nodded.

"Are you afraid of Batman? He is just an ordinary person. He may not be able to beat my father." Curry said disdainfully.

The younger brothers disagreed in their hearts, but nodded repeatedly on their faces.

"Jim Gordon also knows Admiral Galaxy. The two have known each other for more than ten years." Little Black Ron said.

"We have known each other for more than ten years, not for more than ten years. I know the list of visitors to Quinn Manor very well. Jim Gordon is not among the regulars."

Curry knelt down and said with a ferocious smile to the old woman who was howling in pain on the ground: "Besides, the Hell Detective is not always successful. The upper levels of Gotham have no secrets. We know his secret - communication between the dead requires a relatively complete corpse.

Old Tess, I have a thousand ways to make your death incomplete. If you don’t want to try it yourself, sell the bar immediately. "

"Can't be sold." Old Tess's voice was weak, but her tone was as firm as before.

Curry sullenly whispered a few instructions to the younger brother next to him. Xiaohei and Jinmao ran out quickly, brought in two barrels of gasoline, and started pouring it on the counter and dining table.

Old Tess smelled the smell of gasoline, shuddered, woke up, and screamed: "You will be punished, this is Medal Street, everyone saw you entering my bar."

"You are right, so I am leaving now, and we will all leave. The fire will ignite in ten minutes because you are in a bad mood, old and frail, and made a mistake in operating the gas." Curry laughed.

"Devil, devil, you are a devil. Mayor Quinn will not let you go. Your father tells everyone that he has served the Emperor of Gotham, but I know that she ordered you not to allow misbehavior in her territory, cough cough."

Old Tess is not a 'social person', but she runs a small bar and is destined to interact with many social people. Naturally, she knows about Harley's rectification of the "Quinn family".

However, O'Neill McGee was only the younger brother of a member of the Quinn family back then, and now he has long since separated and worked alone.

"Hahaha, Mayor Quinn? It's all from hundreds of years ago. You should beg Batman." Curry laughed.

Old Tess immediately said: "Yes, there is also Batman. Bat monitors the entire Gotham. You and your father will be sent to Blackgate Prison by him."

"Batman knows the law and does things according to the law. I didn't pour the gasoline and I didn't light the fire. How could he send me to Blackgate Prison?" Curry patted Old Tess's old face and said coldly: "Finally, Let me ask you once, do you want to sell it?"

"No."

Curry is gone.

She left Medal Street with her eight younger brothers and went to a nightclub on the next street to have a happy night. In the middle of the night, a fire broke out at Old Tess's house. The fire was so intense that it burned a small red brick building into ruins.

Jim Gordon, the hell detective, did arrive immediately.

It's a pity that old Tess only has a few pieces left and can't insert the devil's horn into her mouth.

He also investigated Curry, but the other party had too much alibi.

"Hey, Superintendent Gordon, why are you free today and why are you here with me?"

O'Neill threw a cigar in front of the visiting 'Hell Detective'.

Gordon raised his right hand and caught the cigar flying in the air between his index and middle fingers. Then he flicked his wrist and the Cuban handmade cigar flew back to the spacious boss's desk again.

Scroll gently on the desktop.

"O'Neal, I know exactly what you did."

Gordon put his hands on the table and leaned forward. His sharp eyes, which were obscured by shadows under his wide-brimmed hat, seemed to have an ominous scarlet flash.

"I'm very confused, what do you want to do now? You can't let me take the initiative to plead guilty, right? Hahaha" O'Neal smiled relaxedly, with a bit of pride.

It is very easy to deal with these people who insist on law and justice, whether they are police or vigilantes - just stand on the shore and don't end up personally. No matter how big the problem is, you will not be affected.

"I have been to Medal Street. Although Old Tess's bar burned down, it was filled with a terrifying resentment that I have never seen before. If I were you, I would choose to surrender." Gordon said in a cold voice.

O'Neill stopped smoking his cigar, exhaled half a puff of smoke, narrowed his eyes and said, "What do you mean?"

Gordon hesitated instead.

"Gordon, even when facing a criminal suspect, the police should try their best to protect his safety, right?" O'Neill smiled.

Gordon said coldly: "The police can only protect living people from being harmed by living people. That's it, you can take care of yourself."

That night, while Fitch was urinating in the toilet, he was shot from behind with a powerful revolver through his buttocks. A bullet as thick as his finger passed through his body and knocked off his dick in front.

Then, Weili smiled strangely at Kemp beside him, pointed the gun at his chin, "Bang!"

The next morning, the big man Adams, nicknamed "Giant", was found dead in his bed, and in his open chest lay the little Sandy.

Sandy suffocated and died.

"Damn it, you're probably caught in something dirty."

O'Neal responded promptly and called his son and the remaining brothers who participated in the "Medal Street Arson Incident" to him that morning, and tied their hands and feet to prevent them from harming themselves or others.

"Father, what are you doing?" Curry said blankly.

"Fitch, Willie, Adams, and Sandy all went with you to acquire the 'Star Bar'." O'Neill said with a gloomy expression.

"So?" Curry still didn't understand.

O'Neill looked around. This was in a spacious conference room. His son and his four younger brothers were handcuffed to chairs. There were two burly men behind each chair to prevent them from struggling.

The curtains were opened, and sunlight filled the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There was no gloom in the room at this time.

O'Neill's voice was gloomy and low, "You are probably being targeted by the ghost of old Tess."

Curry's face twitched a few times, and he forced a smile and said: "Father, are you kidding me? Maybe they went too far."

"What the hell, the police did an autopsy on them. Jim Gordon, the hell detective, reminded me."

O'Neill told him what happened when Gordon met him and warned him.

Curry looked around with a white face, "Jim Gordon is bluffing you. He is a policeman, not an exorcist."

"You just stay here for the next few days, and I'll find an exorcist to try." O'Neill didn't allow them to refute.

Returning to the office, he irritably called "strategist" Tom, a top law student with gold-rimmed glasses and a famous lawyer in Gotham.

"Help me find out who is the best at exorcism in Gotham."

"Of course Admiral Galaxy." Tom blurted out without thinking.

"She" O'Neill hesitated.

Tom thought he didn't understand, so he explained: "The Galaxy Admiral is not short of money, and exorcism is probably her hobby. Common people, rich politicians, as long as they come to her, they will usually agree.

If she were an ordinary person, not only would she not take any money, but she would also give the victim money to buy medicine to replenish her health. "

"But her success rate is not high." O'Neill sighed.

He hesitated not because he didn't understand Sister Harry, but because people from the upper class knew more inside information than ordinary people.

"What did you say?" Tom asked in surprise.

"Exorcism also has categories, demonic possession and evil spirit possession. Harley Quinn is good at exorcising demons, but not good at dealing with evil spirits." O'Neill took a puff of his cigar and asked: "Who else is there besides her?"

Tom was originally not very clear about the market situation in the exorcism world, but he had already been notified by BOSS and had done his homework in advance.

"Mrs. Xanadu's reputation is second only to that of Admiral of the Galaxy. After that, there are also the 'Golden Right Foot' Christine, Magician Nick, and by the way, in recent months, a man named 'John Constantine' has come to Gotham. The British guy is very active and goes around grabbing the business of 'Gotham Cathedral' with a 100% success rate."

"Ahh-bang bang-"

Suddenly, several screams were faintly heard from next door, followed by fierce gunshots.

O'Neill's expression changed slightly, he suddenly stood up and hung in the air for a moment, then slowly sat down, "Tom, go see what's going on."

Tom immediately trotted out the door and called a boy, "Go and see what's going on."

"Tommen suddenly drew his gun and shot Robert and Gipps dead."

Robert and Gipps were participants in the "Old Tess Incident", and their hands and feet were shackled to prevent them from harming themselves or others.

Tommen was one of the bodyguards guarding them.

"It seems that evil spirits can harm more than just the people who went to the bar that night." O'Neill's eyes flashed with fear and he said in a deep voice: "Find John Constantine immediately."

"He's a foreigner after all, an Englishman," reminded Tom.

"A British guy who can make a name for himself in Gotham must be very capable."

Before lunch, Constantine, wearing a brown Burberry windbreaker, strolled into Medal Street with his hands in his pockets.

After strolling around for a while, he made a call.

"Old Tess has degenerated into an evil spirit and is looking for a murderer to take her life. It's easy to save her life. Rebuild the Star Pattern Bar exactly as it was. Then give me $660,000 and I'll persuade old Tess to calm down."

"The bar can't be built. I'll give you one million to kill the evil spirit." O'Neill said coldly.

"On your first day, are you looking for someone to exorcise demons? The souls that go to hell or go to heaven belong to the old God. Those who cannot be killed can only be appeased." Constantine shouted.

"It doesn't matter if it can't be eliminated. Let that ghost go back to God's hell and stop disturbing my son."

"The resentment in its heart has not gone away. If it drives away today, it will come back tomorrow."

"In other words, you can't handle it?" O'Neill asked.

"Haha, no one else in the world can find a better way for what old Constantine can't do." Constantine lit a Kas and said confidently.

O'Neill was silent for a moment and said, "Where is the Holy Sister of Gotham Cathedral?"

"She? Hahaha"