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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0347_part_02
Chapter 831
chapter 0347 part 2
"Doug, what happened on your end?"
"Are you looking for this bald strong man gentleman? He can't talk anymore, you know!"
Listening to the crazy woman's voice on the phone, Penguin's voice instantly turned cold: "Harley Quinn, it's you!"
"That's right," a burst of applause came from the phone: "I'll send the prize over to you, fat Penguin, just wait for me obediently!"
Along with the sound of the mobile phone being thrown to the ground, a dial tone came from the mobile phone. Crash, bang! Penguin stood up and directly flipped over the table in front of him, along with the steak on it.
"Leader!" Several Bodyguards quickly approached Penguin, bowing and carefully looking up at their Leader.
"Gather Subordinates, tell them to bring guns to the Manor. Tell all the Gangs, big and small, in Gotham City to send all their people onto the streets. I'm offering a two million US Dollars bounty for Harley Quinn! Dead or alive!"
After venting his rage, Penguin picked up the umbrella beside him, put on his hat, and pursed his lips as he instructed his Subordinates. The chill in his words was almost palpable.
"Leader, won't this enrage the Joker!?" A black bodyguard carefully said to Penguin.
"Hmm? You're afraid of the Joker!" Penguin raised his umbrella and pointed the tip at his chest. The black bodyguard's body instantly trembled. Just as he opened his mouth to defend himself, the next moment, black smoke from being burned by high-pressure electric current rose from his body.
"Isn't it funny? As my Bodyguard, he's afraid of the Joker, but not of me!"
Penguin didn't even look at the Bodyguards whose heads were almost in their pockets. His gaze turned to the trembling waiters and Diners in the Restaurant. He took off his black top hat, bowed slightly to the crowd in apology, and walked out of the Restaurant without looking back, leaning on his umbrella.
Several Bodyguards quickly followed. One Bodyguard remained in place, skillfully lifted the Corpse on the ground, and also followed them out.
The Police Officers who were securing the scene at Rose Apartment heard the gunfire from across the street. They all became alert and ran behind cover, pulling out their handguns.
"What's going on? Where is that gunfire coming from!?"
In the high-rise apartment building where Harley Quinn lived, Director Gordon was having a headache looking at the large quantity of weapons the Police Officers had searched out from the crazy woman's home. This included two rifles, six handguns of various models, a full cardboard box of magazines, thirty military-issue hand grenades, and they even found a modified Barrett heavy sniper rifle in a hidden compartment in the wardrobe.
"Fuck, did she modify this to fight tanks?"
Gordon couldn't help but complain as he looked at the Barrett's gun barrel, which was thicker than his fist.
It wasn't until a subordinate detective found several thick alloy bullets in a metal can, looking at the Chibi Batman engraved on the long and narrow sniper rifle warhead,
That he understood who this sniper rifle was prepared for by the crazy woman.
Director Gordon waved his hand, signaling his subordinate detectives to carry away the modified Barrett and send it to the Police Station's evidence room.
Just as the two detectives were lifting the Barrett, several scattered gunshots suddenly rang out downstairs.
Compared to the other Police Officers who were frantically seeking cover, Gordon sharply heard that the gunfire was coming from across Rose Apartment. He drew the service weapon from his waist and rushed directly to the apartment balcony, raising his gun and aiming downstairs.
Downstairs, the detectives securing the scene were hiding behind police car cover, not daring to move. Not one dared to step forward and investigate the situation.
"Jim, take your men and follow me! Sarah, protect the scene!"
After issuing his order, Gordon, along with several fully armed detectives, left the room and hurried downstairs by elevator.
In another downward elevator, two detectives transporting evidence were holding the Barrett heavy sniper rifle, which was taller than a person.
"Do you think this kind of modified Barrett is something a normal person can use? I think its recoil could probably break the User's arm!"
The strong and sturdy black police officer tried holding the Barrett sniper rifle with both hands and estimated its weight. The heavy feeling made him grimace and sigh.
"We can't use it, but that doesn't mean those perverts can't!" The white detective wearing a police cap muttered indifferently with his hands in his pockets: "Gotham City might lack other things, but it certainly doesn't lack perverts!"
Thump! Before the white detective finished speaking, a sound of a heavy object falling suddenly came from the top of the elevator.
What is that? The two subconsciously looked up, only to see a large hole had appeared on the top of the elevator car at some point. Near the entrance of the hole, they could faintly see two round things gnawing on the metal car wall like they were eating cereal.
"What?"
The two detectives looked at each other in disbelief and both reached for the handguns on their waists.
"Hello!"
At this moment, a head peered out from the large hole on top of the car. In their surprised and panicked gaze, Harley Quinn leapt down.
Bang bang!
Harley Quinn clapped her hands, not even looking at the two detectives who had collapsed inside the car. She first bent down and found several rounds of specialized bullets for the modified Barrett from the boxes in the elevator.
When the elevator stopped on the first floor, she casually shouldered the Barrett heavy sniper rifle leaning against a corner of the elevator, stepped on the hand of the detective wearing the police cap, and walked out of the elevator.
"Hiss!"
It wasn't until Harley Quinn's figure disappeared that the white detective wearing the police cap dared to grimace and suck in cold air.
"Doug, what happened on your end?"
"Are you looking for this bald strong man gentleman? He can't talk anymore, you know!"
Listening to the crazy woman's voice on the phone, Penguin's voice instantly turned cold: "Harley Quinn, it's you!"
"That's right," a burst of applause came from the phone: "I'll send the prize over to you, fat Penguin, just wait for me obediently!"
Along with the sound of the mobile phone being thrown to the ground, a dial tone came from the mobile phone. Crash, bang! Penguin stood up and directly flipped over the table in front of him, along with the steak on it.
"Leader!" Several Bodyguards quickly approached Penguin, bowing and carefully looking up at their Leader.
"Gather Subordinates, tell them to bring guns to the Manor. Tell all the Gangs, big and small, in Gotham City to send all their people onto the streets. I'm offering a two million US Dollars bounty for Harley Quinn! Dead or alive!"
After venting his rage, Penguin picked up the umbrella beside him, put on his hat, and pursed his lips as he instructed his Subordinates. The chill in his words was almost palpable.
"Leader, won't this enrage the Joker!?" A black bodyguard carefully said to Penguin.
"Hmm? You're afraid of the Joker!" Penguin raised his umbrella and pointed the tip at his chest. The black bodyguard's body instantly trembled. Just as he opened his mouth to defend himself, the next moment, black smoke from being burned by high-pressure electric current rose from his body.
"Isn't it funny? As my Bodyguard, he's afraid of the Joker, but not of me!"
Penguin didn't even look at the Bodyguards whose heads were almost in their pockets. His gaze turned to the trembling waiters and Diners in the Restaurant. He took off his black top hat, bowed slightly to the crowd in apology, and walked out of the Restaurant without looking back, leaning on his umbrella.
Several Bodyguards quickly followed. One Bodyguard remained in place, skillfully lifted the Corpse on the ground, and also followed them out.
The Police Officers who were securing the scene at Rose Apartment heard the gunfire from across the street. They all became alert and ran behind cover, pulling out their handguns.
"What's going on? Where is that gunfire coming from!?"
In the high-rise apartment building where Harley Quinn lived, Director Gordon was having a headache looking at the large quantity of weapons the Police Officers had searched out from the crazy woman's home. This included two rifles, six handguns of various models, a full cardboard box of magazines, thirty military-issue hand grenades, and they even found a modified Barrett heavy sniper rifle in a hidden compartment in the wardrobe.
"Fuck, did she modify this to fight tanks?"
Gordon couldn't help but complain as he looked at the Barrett's gun barrel, which was thicker than his fist.
It wasn't until a subordinate detective found several thick alloy bullets in a metal can, looking at the Chibi Batman engraved on the long and narrow sniper rifle warhead,
That he understood who this sniper rifle was prepared for by the crazy woman.
Director Gordon waved his hand, signaling his subordinate detectives to carry away the modified Barrett and send it to the Police Station's evidence room.
Just as the two detectives were lifting the Barrett, several scattered gunshots suddenly rang out downstairs.
Compared to the other Police Officers who were frantically seeking cover, Gordon sharply heard that the gunfire was coming from across Rose Apartment. He drew the service weapon from his waist and rushed directly to the apartment balcony, raising his gun and aiming downstairs.
Downstairs, the detectives securing the scene were hiding behind police car cover, not daring to move. Not one dared to step forward and investigate the situation.
"Jim, take your men and follow me! Sarah, protect the scene!"
After issuing his order, Gordon, along with several fully armed detectives, left the room and hurried downstairs by elevator.
In another downward elevator, two detectives transporting evidence were holding the Barrett heavy sniper rifle, which was taller than a person.
"Do you think this kind of modified Barrett is something a normal person can use? I think its recoil could probably break the User's arm!"
The strong and sturdy black police officer tried holding the Barrett sniper rifle with both hands and estimated its weight. The heavy feeling made him grimace and sigh.
"We can't use it, but that doesn't mean those perverts can't!" The white detective wearing a police cap muttered indifferently with his hands in his pockets: "Gotham City might lack other things, but it certainly doesn't lack perverts!"
Thump! Before the white detective finished speaking, a sound of a heavy object falling suddenly came from the top of the elevator.
What is that? The two subconsciously looked up, only to see a large hole had appeared on the top of the elevator car at some point. Near the entrance of the hole, they could faintly see two round things gnawing on the metal car wall like they were eating cereal.
"What?"
The two detectives looked at each other in disbelief and both reached for the handguns on their waists.
"Hello!"
At this moment, a head peered out from the large hole on top of the car. In their surprised and panicked gaze, Harley Quinn leapt down.
Bang bang!
Harley Quinn clapped her hands, not even looking at the two detectives who had collapsed inside the car. She first bent down and found several rounds of specialized bullets for the modified Barrett from the boxes in the elevator.
When the elevator stopped on the first floor, she casually shouldered the Barrett heavy sniper rifle leaning against a corner of the elevator, stepped on the hand of the detective wearing the police cap, and walked out of the elevator.
"Hiss!"
It wasn't until Harley Quinn's figure disappeared that the white detective wearing the police cap dared to grimace and suck in cold air.
