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Chapter 822
chapter 0344 part 1
**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.
**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.
