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Chapter 823
chapter 0344 part 2
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)
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)
