Chapter 342: You Want It? I'll Give It To You!
Bang! The apartment door was violently kicked open from the outside. A Big Beard holding a Handgun in both hands had just poked his head in.
Harley Quinn, standing nearby, picked up a Baseball Bat painted with Joker's colors from beside the door and swung it upwards.
Crack! The Big Beard's jaw made intimate contact with the Metal Baseball Bat. Under the impact of immense force, his jawbone instantly suffered a shattered fracture.
Splattering blood mixed with a few flying teeth. Accompanied by bursts of tragic wailing, the Big Beard plopped onto the Ground.
"Looks like you don't really like this surprise!"
Harley Quinn looked at the Big Beard wailing on the Ground, her Gaze falling upon the carpet stained red by the Big Beard's blood. She complained with some dissatisfaction:
"You messed up my floor!"
Saying this, she picked up the Baseball Bat and delivered a fierce follow-up strike to the Big Beard's Back of the Head. Red and white liquid splattered onto Harley Quinn's face, accompanied by the sound of the skull cracking.
At this moment, a Gunman at the Entrance was also poking his head in. Hearing footsteps, Harley Quinn turned her Head.
"Fuck!"
Startled by Harley Quinn's Ghost-like appearance, the Gunman let out a startled scream and fired his Silenced Pistol.
"Bang bang bang bang—"
Harley Quinn dodged the Gunman's shots with a roll and a leap. Several Bullets hit the bottles and jars in the Apartment Room, causing them to shatter with a series of pops and cracks.
"My Cosmetics!..."
Harley Quinn turned her Head to look at her shattered cosmetics, instantly becoming furious.
"You bastards!"
Harley Quinn grabbed the Baseball Bat and charged towards the Gunman. The Gunman, in his immense terror, had just emptied the Handgun's Magazine in one go.
He was currently fumbling to change the Magazine. Facing Harley Quinn charging at him with a Baseball Bat and a face covered in blood like a Ghost, he certainly didn't want his Head to explode. He rapidly retreated while shouting to the side:
"She's coming, shoot, kill her!"
The moment the Gunman retreated out of the Door, two Black Persons holding Uzi Submachine Guns suddenly darted out from the open doorway. They immediately Focused Fire on Harley Quinn.
"Tat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat—"
The Uzi Submachine Gun, due to its Rate of Fire of 1700 rounds per minute and its portability, has even better short-range firing capability than a Normal Assault Rifle.
After all, compared to a bulky and conspicuous Rifle, an Uzi Submachine Gun can be perfectly concealed just by wrapping it in a Trench Coat.
Moreover, the Firepower of an Uzi Submachine Gun is much fiercer than a Normal Handgun. If a Gang wants to assassinate someone, they just need a Motorcycle and two Gunmen wearing Helmets to easily get the job done.
Therefore, the Uzi Submachine Gun has always been quite favored by Gangs in various countries.
The Firepower from two Uzi Submachine Guns with extended Magazines instantly covered Harley Quinn.
As the relatively famous Harley Quinn in the DC Universe, Harley Quinn's physical strength, endurance, and skill were greatly enhanced after a certain high-dive incident, catalyzed by some high-concentration chemical reagents.
However, compared to some powerful heroes, her skill isn't considered too good. That shadow looming Above Gotham City, the business representative of Arkham Asylum, the famous Batman, has to rely on his skill and a suit of High-tech Gear to withstand Bullet shots.
Harley Quinn naturally couldn't expect the two thin pieces of fabric on her Body to withstand Submachine Gun Bullets.
However, due to the erosion by chemical reagents, her nerve reaction speed also far exceeded that of others. The moment the two Black Person Big men rushed out, she pushed off with her Foot, stepping on the Big Beard's Corpse, changed her Direction, and lunged towards her bed.
As a seasoned veteran of Gotham City, Harley Quinn always kept some Small Toys by her pillow.
Harley Quinn, wearing slippers, stepped on the Blood-stained floor. Her Foot instantly slipped, combined with her limbs not yet sober from yesterday's hangover.
Splat!
Her entire Body instantly fell flat on the floor, her Forehead immediately turning red.
"Oh, I'm finished!"
Facing the arrival of Death, the crazy Harley Quinn was unusually clear-headed at this moment. A wild smile appeared on her face, her lips pulled back, like a circus Joker.
Swish swish swish—
Harley Quinn, quietly waiting for Death to arrive, only heard a few Sounds of Breaking Air from Above her Head, followed by two screams from Outside the Door.
She raised her Head, shaking her pigtails, and looked towards the Entrance. The two Black Persons holding Uzi Submachine Guns had now fallen Outside the Door.
"Honey, is that you?"
Harley Quinn got up and looked Outside the Door with some expectation, thinking it was her Ex-boyfriend who had just broken up with her who had saved her. She tentatively called out towards Outside the Door.
Several streaks of White Light suddenly shot out from the two Black Person Corpses at the Entrance. After circling around the Entrance, they shot towards her.
Harley Quinn subconsciously wanted to dodge, but the Speed of the White Light gradually slowed down as they approached her.
At this moment, Harley Quinn also clearly saw the True Appearance of those streaks of White Light. They were none other than the several White Beads she had placed on the table, glowing white.
She tried spreading her Hand, and the White Beads slowly landed in her Palm.
Looking at the White Bone Beads in her Palm that resembled shrunken Skulls, Harley Quinn twirled and stroked the White Beads, feeling the raised and indented Skull Patterns on them.
Although she didn't know what these Orbs were, it was obvious that they were treasures. She couldn't help but pick one up and give it a fierce kiss by her mouth.
"No wonder that bitch was fighting me for them last night, my little treasures, I love you to Death!"
Thinking of the hazy Memory from last night and the magic the Orbs had just displayed, the first thing that came to her mind was the eternal youth these Orbs had promised her.
"Superman's Blood?" The conversation with that mysterious Shadow from last night gradually began to appear in her mind. Wanting the Things that Shadow had promised, she imagined her future self, incredibly powerful, stepping on that Bastard, listening to him cry and beg, saying he shouldn't have abandoned her...
A crazy smile appeared on Harley Quinn's face.
"Bastard, I dumped you!"
Clenching these magical Orbs in her Hand, Harley Quinn thought about how she had almost died just now, and she had still hoped that Man would come to save her.
In the end, all she got was disappointment.
Cursing her ex's entire Family under her breath, Harley Quinn carefully put away these magical Orbs close to her Body. She lifted her pillow and took out a pink M416 Rifle. At the same time, she opened her wardrobe, took out a few green Military Grenades from the Corner, and put them in her bag.
Harley Quinn, who had specifically changed her shoes, held the Rifle in one Hand and the Baseball Bat in the other. Tapping the Wall, she walked Outside. Harley Quinn reached the Entrance, kicked away the Corpse blocking the Door with her Foot, and looked at the four Dried Corpses lying haphazardly in the Stairwell, their Blood clearly drained.
She didn't show the slightest fear. Instead, she blew a whistle, tapping the stair railing with her Baseball Bat as she walked downstairs.
The clanging Metal Knocking Sound echoed throughout the entire Apartment Building.
At this moment, several Strong men holding AK Rifles were ascending the stairs. Hearing the Metal Knocking Sound from Above, the leading Strong man abruptly stopped his steps, waving his Palm backward to signal his Subordinates to stop.
He lowered his Muzzle, slowly walked to the Corner of the Stairwell, held his breath and listened intently.
Clang, clang—
The Metal Knocking Sound was mixed with the sound of footsteps, clip-clop, clip-clop.
Listening to the footsteps coming closer and closer, gradually reaching Above his Head.
The Strong man, who had once served in the Navy SEALs, gently exhaled. Slowly, he extended the Muzzle of his AK Rifle, aiming diagonally upwards, waiting for the Prey to take the bait. "Ding!"
"Not good!"
Hearing the sound of the Metal ring being pulled Above his Head, the quick-reacting Strong man dropped his Gun and jumped straight down towards the Stairwell Corner.
"Boom!"
The Strong man stumbled and crashed into the railing below. Before he could grab the railing, the loud boom of a Hand Grenade Explosion came from Above.
"Click click!" Enduring the Severe Pain of his Body hitting the railing, the Strong man Gunman leaned against the Corner, pulled out a Colt Pistol from his waist, quickly chambered a round, and cautiously pointed it at the Stairwell Entrance.
"Scorpion, the Person is on the seventh floor. Send a few People up to reinforce me. You take a team and go up by elevator. We'll attack from both sides!"
The Strong man took out his Mobile Phone and called his Mate waiting Outside.
Just as the Strong man was distracted making the call, a Head with pink pigtails popped out from the Corner. Harley Quinn extended her Hand and playfully greeted the Strong man.
"Hello!"
The Strong man Gunman subconsciously wanted to Pull the trigger. However, Harley Quinn was one step ahead and pulled the Rifle Trigger in her Hand.
"Tat tat tat—"
The Strong man, whose Chest had been riddled like a sieve, slid down the Wall onto the Ground, spitting Blood foam from his mouth.
Harley Quinn, whose legs were hooked onto the upper railing, hanging upside down on the stairs, flipped over and leaped in front of the Strong man. She picked up the Handgun he had dropped and tucked it behind her denim shorts. Then, Harley Quinn continued walking downstairs, blowing a whistle.
Meanwhile, in front of the Rose Apartment Building, the Car Doors of several black Commercial Vehicles were pulled open. A group of Strong men holding Firearms swarmed towards the Apartment Building.
In front of the Apartment Building, several passing pedestrians saw the People with Guns getting out of the Vehicle. They immediately squatted by the street, covering their Heads, with a practiced ease that was heartbreaking. Only after the group rushed into the Apartment Building did they quickly get up and leave.
"Tat tat tat—"
"Bang!"
"Puff puff puff—"
Over a dozen People rushed into the Apartment Building. Soon, a string of Gunfire, like firecrackers, echoed inside the Apartment Building.
A Police car on street Patrol slowly drove towards the area after hearing the Gunfire. The two Police Officers in the Vehicle drove at a Speed of thirty miles per hour while calling for Reinforcements via Walkie-Talkie!
"Diamond District, Gunfire near Rose Apartment, requesting Reinforcements!"
"Received, Rose Apartment. I have notified nearby Police Officers to rush over for Reinforcements!"
Hearing the words from the Walkie-Talkie, the young Police Officer in the Front Passenger Seat glanced at the Police Chief driving the car. The Police Chief, who was over fifty years old, skillfully reduced the Vehicle Speed by half again.
"Want a Hamburger?"
After seeing a black Commercial Vehicle stopped at the intersection and several Big men standing nearby with bulging waistlines, the old Driver immediately drove the Police car into a nearby alley.
He somehow pulled out two oversized Beef burgers.
"Should we do this...?"
The young Police Officer pointed Outside the window, his expression showing doubt.
The old Police Officer took a bite of the Beef Hamburger and mumbled indistinctly as he imparted his experience to the young junior.
"Don't worry, this is Gotham City. I know those People, they are Penguin's Subordinates. They have Rules for doing Things, they will clean up the Scene, and they won't make Things difficult for us, provided we don't disturb them."
"But, we are Police Officers!" The young Police Officer hesitated slightly. The old Police Officer glanced at the young Police Officer, swallowed the beef in his mouth, and said, "The last Person who said that to me was another new detective I was training!"
"Guess where he is now?"
Looking at the young Police Officer's doubtful Gaze, the old Police Officer sighed: "Half a month ago, a group of robbers committed a robbery at a jewelry store. He charged ahead and was shot into a honeycomb!"
"Kid, remember! This is Gotham City. When you encounter some matters, don't rush too far forward. This is the experience I've summarized from working at the Police Station for over twenty years. Whether it's Penguin, Riddler, or Joker, none of them are People that we normal detectives can provoke!"
"But, are we just going to tolerate their Crime like this?"
"What can we do? Even if we catch them, under the Federation's law, how many years can they be sentenced? They can get out on bail by spending some money. Penguin has been sent to that Ghostly Place, Arkham Asylum, three times, and all of them were released. Several Police Officers who participated in his arrest either got into Car accidents or were shot and killed, and even their Family members weren't spared!
Tell me, what can we do?!"
As the old Police Officer said this, his Emotions were a bit agitated, and his eyes were even slightly red.
"Sorry, I got a bit emotional. I have an old mate, a partner for many years. He died in the line of duty not long ago, shot and killed at home by a Gang Boss he had arrested!"
The young detective looked at the old Police Officer, unsure how to comfort this senior who usually seemed to be slacking off.
"Senior, don't be discouraged, we still have Batman!" As he said this, a light seemed to flash in the young detective's eyes.
Just then, a shadow quickly passed Above their Heads. It was Batman's Bat-jet.
The old Police Officer didn't seem enthusiastic about this city vigilante. Hearing the young junior mention Batman, he shook his Head: "Batman! What can he do? Beat up those criminals and throw them into Prison? With their influence in Gotham City, these People can get out of Prison in less than a year—"
"The Cost of Crime is too low, that's why Gotham City has become the City of Sin it is today!"
In front of the Rose Apartment Building, Harley Quinn slowly walked towards the Commercial Vehicle parked nearby, dragging her Baseball Bat. The Metal Baseball Bat scraped sparks across the Ground.
Around her, six fist-sized Skulls circled, emitting rolling Black Smoke. The Skulls' constantly opening and closing jaws spewed out streams of Black Mist and Phosphorescent Fire.
On the Ground, five or six Gunmen lay haphazardly, poisoned to Death by the poison smoke spewed by the Skeleton Demons.
This made Harley Quinn appear like a Demon from Hell.
Just as Harley Quinn walked up to the Commercial Vehicle and was about to pull open the Car Door, the sound of a heavy object landing suddenly came from behind her.
"Harley Quinn, you've killed so many People! You've gone too far!"
Hearing the familiar deep Voice behind her, Harley Quinn lifted the Baseball Bat onto her shoulder and turned to look behind her.
The black Batsuit, the sharp Gaze, that familiar appearance. Harley Quinn raised her Hand and waved towards Batman: "Hey, long time no see, Batty!"
Looking at Harley Quinn winking at him, Batman's Gaze lingered on the several Skulls circling around her: "Harley, you need to come with me!"
"Go where? Your place? Even though I just broke up, I'm a good girl, I can't go home with another Man so quickly. You haven't invited me for Dinner yet, you haven't watched a Film with me yet. Going straight to your place, isn't our progress a bit too fast?"
Harley Quinn lifted one leg back, tapping the Ground with her toe, her face full of shyness. However, combined with the Blood stains on her face and her smeared makeup, it wasn't exactly a pretty sight.
Batman's Gaze under the mask showed no change. He asked in a deep voice: "Harley, where did you get these things from?"
"You mean these little treasures!" Harley Quinn pointed at the Skulls circling around her. "These are mine, of course!"
Batman frowned slightly and asked patiently: "I'm asking about their origin. These are dangerous magic items. It's too dangerous to leave them in your Hands. I need to confiscate them!"
Hearing Batman say he wanted to confiscate her treasures, Harley Quinn's Gaze instantly turned wild. She grinned at Batman: "You want them? Okay, I'll give them to you!"
A race whose destiny was interrupted, a Tribe that regressed to the primitive era, a system that was constantly being deciphered – at the moment Chen transmigrated, their paths intersected. From the primitive era to the industrial era, and then to the space age, one technology card after another, one war after another, pushed the entire civilization to become a complete war civilization. "Human Race Resonance Plan - Revival"
(end of chapter)