Miss Clown subverts Marvel

It has been a long time since the gang war in the alley, and Harley has returned home at some point.

She squatted on the sofa, resting her chin on her knees, holding her calf with one hand, and drooping the other hand, holding a pistol without a magazine. She looked at the pile of guns on the coffee table in front of her, silent.

The table was full of guns, but there were only a few bullets. Harley looked at the empty magazines, and the anger in her heart grew stronger. Finally, she couldn't bear it and smashed the empty gun on the floor.

"What can I do with these firewood sticks if I pick them up?"

After being beaten twice, Harley finally discovered an important problem. She didn't seem to know how to fight at all.

Although he has powerful abilities, it seems very stupid to just rely on his passion to act recklessly in this era of hot weapons.

The memory before she lost control has not been forgotten. Now that she thinks about it carefully, she realizes how weak she really is.

First of all, she shouldn't have indulged her emotions and let herself go into a state of madness from the very beginning, so that she wouldn't end up in the crossfire zone due to nervous consumption of ammunition.

The second is that she lacks experience in gunfights and hand-to-hand combat. She cannot reasonably avoid the opponent's attacks at all. She only knows how to rush into other people's faces. The final result of such behavior is that she even beats a group of gang members who have not been strictly trained. However, I really deserved to be targeted.

Last but not least, after I woke up, after searching for the loot, I stayed on the battlefield without the slightest sense of caution. I didn't know who had opened fire until I was shot in the head by a sneak attack.

"Boom"

Harley punched the table and gritted her teeth angrily:

"We must find a place to learn fighting skills."

Fighting is an essential skill for every hero or villain. Even Iron Man, who relies on technology, and Doctor Strange, who uses magic, can really raise his fist and pick up an ax. He is also a good hand in melee combat, and he is also talented in melee combat. It's unreasonable that the human shields are only as good as passers-by in a fight at this time.

Those gang members in any work, any hero can take down a large area, but now I can't even defeat such rotten fish and shrimps. If I encounter someone like Black Widow or Hawkeye who is good at fighting, People, can you touch each other's body?

Harley fell into deep thought,

"How is it possible to touch each other?"

Harley gave up thinking.

I don’t even know the most rudimentary fighting skills. I haven’t even gone to college and I don’t even know how to do military boxing. The only Tai Chi I know how to do is I can’t even get the posture right. What should I use to hit someone on the head?

"Ugh"

Harley collapsed on the sofa, thinking about her future.

Speaking of the entire Marvel world, there are many places where you can learn combat skills. Harley knows about more than a dozen. Among them, the ones Harley longs for the most are Kunlun and Kama Taj, located in the depths of the universe. Asgard.

But these three places are not so easy to enter. I am not sure whether a person with a brain problem like myself will be killed. Why should I let the other party teach me?

“Maybe there’s a place that can”

Harley suddenly thought of a certain person. That guy was also a super villain. He was proficient in all fighting skills and could use any weapon skillfully. He also liked to teach others and was even the mentor of many Avengers.

This guy's real name is Anthony Masters. Maybe many people have never heard of this name, but he has a more famous code name, Taskmaster.

Harley remembered that this guy was once a level [-] SHIELD agent. He had a superhuman memory and could remember all the actions of everyone he saw and imitate everyone's fighting skills. Moreover, he was a good teacher and founded If you go to a school and spend money, you can train in combat skills.

Thinking of this, Harley's heart beat, and after half a minute, she collapsed on the sofa again.

Studying costs money, and she, Harley Quinn, has no money.

Maggia Gang, the fat man who participated in the plan to ambush the top leaders of the Devil Gang returned to his home in a daze.

The fat man's name is Gil, a leader of the Maggia Gang. The mission he was responsible for today was a meaningless failure. Important members of the Devil Gang had fled, and he was ready to accept punishment, but what he never expected was Yes, when he returned to the gang, he got news from Mole that the people in the Devil Gang didn't know who was killed by whom.

Because the target was already dead, the Hammerhead boss did nothing to him. In the end, Jill was lucky enough to survive and was not punished.

At this time, he had never felt so tired. From physical to psychological exhaustion, Jill kicked off his leather shoes, threw the coat in his hand to the ground, and fell weakly on the sofa.

The door of the room opened. It turned out that his lover heard the sound of his return. A beautiful woman walked out of the room. She was wearing sexy thin silk pajamas, and her looming figure looked particularly attractive.

If it were normal times, Gil would have been eager to throw himself on his lover, but today he couldn't muster the energy. His groggy head seemed to be as heavy as lead, and the muscles on his face were twitching constantly. He felt as if he was sick.

"Dear, what's wrong with you"

The lover threw himself on Jill enthusiastically, reached out to touch his cheek, and asked curiously:

"Why do you smile and cry every now and then? Are you trying to make me happy?"

Who is in the mood to make you happy? When did I laugh and cry?

Gil only felt that his throat was a little itchy, and he pushed away the beauty next to him with some irritation. Just when he wanted to go to the bathroom to wash his face, he heard a burst of wild laughter that was as rough as wood and leather rubbing against each other.

"Gahahahahahahaha"

This laughter was exactly the same as that of the crazy woman he met at night. It was crazy and disgusting. He looked around in fear, trying to find the guy who made the sound, but he saw nothing. The only living person was He looked at his lover as if he had seen a ghost.

Why is she looking at herself like this

Gil looked at his lover with fear written on his face. He took a step forward with some doubts and wanted to ask the other party why. But what he never expected was that his lover actually screamed when he saw him approaching. With a cry, he rushed out towards the door. Gil stretched out his hand to grab the other person, but he could only reach the corner of the other person's clothes.

"thorn"

The lover's pajamas were completely torn off by Jill, but the woman didn't even want to be ashamed and ran out without wearing anything.

"Wait and come back"

Jill's efforts to stay had no effect at all, and he could only watch tiredly as the woman disappeared into the night.

"Hahahahaha"

The crazy laughter sounded again. Only then did Gil realize that the laughter was so close to him, as if it was on his own body. He reached out and touched the corner of his mouth. The muscles of his cheeks were tense, and he only touched his exposed body. Gums in the air.

Gil ran towards the bathroom in horror. There was a big mirror on the sink. He wanted to see what happened to him, but all he saw was his own fat and somewhat funny face. Nothing strange appears.

"Phew, I was shocked."

Gil breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the sink to catch his breath. Suddenly, the air seemed to be still. Gil raised his head suddenly. His face was cold and he was looking at the mirror. The muscles on his cheeks were pulled to both sides little by little, and the corners of his mouth were pinched. Slowly tearing apart bit by bit, exposing all his gums, his throat bulged, he opened his mouth, his bloated chest vibrated violently, and a sharp and harsh sound like dry wood emerged from the depths of his throat.

"Gahahahahahaha"