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chapter 0348 part 1
# Chapter 346: Harley Quinn VS Penguin
"Damn it! Gotham City isn't that big, how can finding one person be so hard?!" In the Manor's master bedroom, watching the sky outside gradually darken without any news of Harley Quinn's whereabouts, Penguin was practically fuming. He shoved away his mistress, who was wearing lingerie, grabbed the phone by the bed, and roared into it, "A bunch of useless idiots! Has the Gotham Underworld fallen so low that you can't even find one person!?" The Subordinate on the other end of the phone silently endured his Leader's rage, not daring to say a word. Although he knew very well that while the Gangs had sent people out, they weren't trying their best because they feared that man; they were just going through the motions.
After thoroughly chewing out his Subordinate, Penguin hung up the phone. He half-lay by the bed, leaning against the headboard, and wearily rubbed his Between the Eyebrows. He wasn't afraid of rivals facing him head-on, but the surveillance footage from the scene, which he'd obtained from inside the Police Station, clearly showed some change in Harley Quinn that he didn't understand. Harley Quinn's killing methods made him feel a faint unease. For Penguin, who was used to controlling everything, the unknown was the most terrifying thing, despite having arranged over a hundred armed Gunmen in this Manor. But thinking of that crazy woman Harley Quinn's phone call, Penguin felt exceptionally irritable. He grabbed the long hair of the blonde, blue-eyed mistress beside him and dragged her down.
"Hmph!" Penguin, his eyes slightly narrowed, somewhat relieved his inner irritation. He then picked up the Manor's internal phone. "How's the Manor's Security setup?" "Leader, we've set up over thirty overt and Hidden Sentries, and the outside of the Manor is full of our people. Don't worry, even if Harley Quinn grew wings, she couldn't fly in!" The Subordinate's confident assurance didn't bring Penguin much comfort. For him, with his extremely strong sense of danger, only seeing Harley Quinn's corpse with his own eyes would put him at ease. But that bunch of Gangs in Gotham City were clearly useless. After all this time, they hadn't even found a single hair of Harley Quinn.
"Hiss! Get those four big guys out of the Warehouse, pick good positions, and set them up!" Penguin's breathing suddenly became a little ragged as he ordered his Subordinate. "Leader, isn't it overkill to use those four big guys just to deal with Harley Quinn alone?" "Just do it. Also, get all the heavy weapons out of the Warehouse and distribute them. If anything goes wrong, I'll cut off your head and throw it into the Iceberg Lounge to feed Charli! Hiss!"
Charli was a great white shark Penguin kept in the Aquarium at the Iceberg Lounge! Everyone who followed him knew that Penguin's greatest hobby was bleeding his enemies and throwing them into the Aquarium to watch them be bitten and devoured by the shark! "Leader, I'll go arrange it right away!" The Subordinate on the other end of the phone shivered involuntarily at the thought of that bloodthirsty great white shark, no longer daring to speak further.
Three kilometers away from Penguin, the Gotham Underworld Mob Boss's Manor, in a patch of woods, Harley Quinn, chewing gum, parked an old pickup truck. She then lifted a black plastic suitcase from the truck bed. Judging by Harley Quinn's strenuous movements, the suitcase was quite heavy.
Dragging the suitcase to a Slope, Harley Quinn crouched down and opened the case. Inside, neatly arranged, were firearm accessories, along with two Tactical Glock 19 9mm pistols with attached silencers and ten fully loaded magazines. There were also four military green hand grenades and a multi-tool tactical dagger.
Harley Quinn hummed a tune as she happily assembled the firearm accessories in her hands. Click, click. Soon, a Barrett Heavy Sniper Rifle was fully assembled under her smooth, flowing movements. Harley Quinn lifted the modified Anti-materiel Sniper Rifle with both hands, placed it on the ground, extended the bipod, and aimed the muzzle towards the location of Penguin's Manor in the distance.
"Looks like the fat Penguin left quite a few penguin eggs at home!" Lying on the grass, Harley Quinn looked towards the Manor through the Barrett's thermal scope. "Come on, let big sis see where you are?!"
At this moment in the Manor, the dense red figures on patrol appeared in the thermal imaging scope, causing Harley Quinn's adrenaline to surge. A wave of thrill washed over her, and she even trembled all over. For the crazy Harley Quinn, this was naturally not fear, but the trembling enjoyment of excitement.
After being dumped, ordinary women might choose to cry or drink heavily to vent their inner frustration. But Harley Quinn, after being dumped by the Joker, desperately needed a place to vent her rage. Unfortunately, Penguin walked right into her crosshairs.
Harley Quinn didn't care how many Gunmen Penguin had arranged; all she needed was a good release. Moreover, she urgently needed souls to repay the debt she owed. "Fat Penguin! Are you ready to receive your gift?"
As the sky gradually darkened, Harley Quinn lay in the woods, bathed in the cold moonlight. She first placed a fist-sized crystal ball beside her. Her index finger rested on the trigger of the Barrett Heavy Sniper Rifle, accompanied by a slightly crazy, mocking laugh.
Harley Quinn's finger pulled the trigger. A .50 tungsten core bullet streaked through the extended Barrett's rifling and burst out of the barrel, which had no silencing equipment attached. A standard Barrett Sniper Rifle has an effective range of up to 1600 meters and can penetrate most light armored vehicles in the world when using high-strength armor-piercing rounds. The Barrett Anti-materiel Sniper Rifle in Harley Quinn's hands, however, was custom-made for her to help her boyfriend deal with Batman's battle vehicle. Its range was even greater, and its force was even more astonishing.
The bullet exited the barrel. From a distance of over 3000 meters, Harley Quinn could see through the sniper rifle's scope that with a single bullet, the figure under thermal imaging she was aiming at, the one walking a dog, was instantly torn in half. Harley Quinn could even imagine the scene of blood splatter.
Harley Quinn's face in the moonlight flashed with a blush. She aimed at the next target and pulled the trigger again.
Unlike what ordinary persons might think from shooting games, the Barrett Sniper Rifle isn't a single-shot sniper rifle that requires cycling the slide after each shot; it's a heavy sniper rifle capable of continuous fire.
The Gunmen patrolling the Manor in pairs hadn't even reacted to the situation when their companion's upper body exploded into a mass of blood mist. Sticky, foul-smelling liquid, intestines, and internal organs splattered all over him.
"Ugh!" He pulled a piece of intestines off his shoulder and examined it closely under the Manor's lights. When he realized what it was, he instantly started dry heaving. The next moment, accompanied by a burst of gunfire like muffled thunder, his head exploded, and his hundred-pound sturdy body swayed before crashing to the ground.
"Enemy attack!" accompanied by the noisy warning sound. The Gunmen patrolling the Manor began scrambling for cover.
A professional bodyguard wearing a bulletproof vest, who had previously worked for Blackwater Security Company, quickly rolled into a Reverse Slope. Having received professional training, he quickly identified the gunfire direction and distance: "Barrett, southeast direction, three thousand meters. Be careful, this gun is modified; ordinary barrier thickness can't stop these bullets!"
Before the bodyguard finished speaking, a Gunman hiding behind the Manor's barrier had his head explode. "Shit, her gun has infrared equipment installed!"
"Bang!" "Three!" "Bang!" "Four!" Harley Quinn happily counted as she pulled the trigger.
Through the infrared thermal imaging device, she could clearly see the gunmen who thought they were well hidden. These gunmen, huddled behind walls and cars, were completely unaware that the barrier providing them with a sense of security was useless against the bullets from her Barrett Heavy Sniper Rifle, like paper.
A light poke, and it would go right through! As Harley Quinn was enjoying the pleasure of killing, several wisps of gray mist appeared within the crystal ball placed beside her.
This was a crystal ball that could collect souls. The souls of anyone who died by Harley Quinn's hand would be collected by this magic crystal ball. Harley Quinn had obtained this magic crystal ball from that Mysterious Existence.
After leaving the Rose Apartment, out of curiosity about the small sword in that bitch Catwoman's hand, she tried to analyze the white jade bone beads she had. Following the subtle hints from the bone beads, she used her own blood to draw a magic array. Then, using a few bone beads as beacons, her consciousness left her husk and traveled to a Mysterious Place.
That was a world impossible to describe with words. Thirty-six cloud masses, tens of thousands of kilometers wide, rose layer upon layer like stairs. On each layer of cloud mass, countless Palaces and Pavilions stood. Inside the Palaces, there were existences with powerful auras everywhere. Her consciousness floated upwards along the Cloud Top, all the way to the Palace at the Highest Point.
In that magnificent Palace, hundreds of miles wide and dozens of miles high, supported by countless white jade pillars carved with eastern divine dragons, she saw an Existence seated high on a throne.
That Existence's aura was so powerful that just standing before It, Harley Quinn felt her body turn ice-cold, and even her consciousness froze. Harley Quinn thought she was going to die, but she eventually escaped that Mysterious Place and returned to reality alive.
"Nine!" As Harley Quinn pulled the trigger, she spared a glance at the crystal ball beside her. The mist rising within the crystal ball made her beam with joy.
According to the Red-clothed Woman who explained things to her, one crystal ball could hold a maximum of ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine souls of intelligent life. Some high-quality souls could even count as a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand. And in that Mysterious Space, a crystal ball filled with souls could be exchanged for ten years of lifespan, plus two injections of the Venus Potion for eternal youth.
# Chapter 346: Harley Quinn VS Penguin
"Damn it! Gotham City isn't that big, how can finding one person be so hard?!" In the Manor's master bedroom, watching the sky outside gradually darken without any news of Harley Quinn's whereabouts, Penguin was practically fuming. He shoved away his mistress, who was wearing lingerie, grabbed the phone by the bed, and roared into it, "A bunch of useless idiots! Has the Gotham Underworld fallen so low that you can't even find one person!?" The Subordinate on the other end of the phone silently endured his Leader's rage, not daring to say a word. Although he knew very well that while the Gangs had sent people out, they weren't trying their best because they feared that man; they were just going through the motions.
After thoroughly chewing out his Subordinate, Penguin hung up the phone. He half-lay by the bed, leaning against the headboard, and wearily rubbed his Between the Eyebrows. He wasn't afraid of rivals facing him head-on, but the surveillance footage from the scene, which he'd obtained from inside the Police Station, clearly showed some change in Harley Quinn that he didn't understand. Harley Quinn's killing methods made him feel a faint unease. For Penguin, who was used to controlling everything, the unknown was the most terrifying thing, despite having arranged over a hundred armed Gunmen in this Manor. But thinking of that crazy woman Harley Quinn's phone call, Penguin felt exceptionally irritable. He grabbed the long hair of the blonde, blue-eyed mistress beside him and dragged her down.
"Hmph!" Penguin, his eyes slightly narrowed, somewhat relieved his inner irritation. He then picked up the Manor's internal phone. "How's the Manor's Security setup?" "Leader, we've set up over thirty overt and Hidden Sentries, and the outside of the Manor is full of our people. Don't worry, even if Harley Quinn grew wings, she couldn't fly in!" The Subordinate's confident assurance didn't bring Penguin much comfort. For him, with his extremely strong sense of danger, only seeing Harley Quinn's corpse with his own eyes would put him at ease. But that bunch of Gangs in Gotham City were clearly useless. After all this time, they hadn't even found a single hair of Harley Quinn.
"Hiss! Get those four big guys out of the Warehouse, pick good positions, and set them up!" Penguin's breathing suddenly became a little ragged as he ordered his Subordinate. "Leader, isn't it overkill to use those four big guys just to deal with Harley Quinn alone?" "Just do it. Also, get all the heavy weapons out of the Warehouse and distribute them. If anything goes wrong, I'll cut off your head and throw it into the Iceberg Lounge to feed Charli! Hiss!"
Charli was a great white shark Penguin kept in the Aquarium at the Iceberg Lounge! Everyone who followed him knew that Penguin's greatest hobby was bleeding his enemies and throwing them into the Aquarium to watch them be bitten and devoured by the shark! "Leader, I'll go arrange it right away!" The Subordinate on the other end of the phone shivered involuntarily at the thought of that bloodthirsty great white shark, no longer daring to speak further.
Three kilometers away from Penguin, the Gotham Underworld Mob Boss's Manor, in a patch of woods, Harley Quinn, chewing gum, parked an old pickup truck. She then lifted a black plastic suitcase from the truck bed. Judging by Harley Quinn's strenuous movements, the suitcase was quite heavy.
Dragging the suitcase to a Slope, Harley Quinn crouched down and opened the case. Inside, neatly arranged, were firearm accessories, along with two Tactical Glock 19 9mm pistols with attached silencers and ten fully loaded magazines. There were also four military green hand grenades and a multi-tool tactical dagger.
Harley Quinn hummed a tune as she happily assembled the firearm accessories in her hands. Click, click. Soon, a Barrett Heavy Sniper Rifle was fully assembled under her smooth, flowing movements. Harley Quinn lifted the modified Anti-materiel Sniper Rifle with both hands, placed it on the ground, extended the bipod, and aimed the muzzle towards the location of Penguin's Manor in the distance.
"Looks like the fat Penguin left quite a few penguin eggs at home!" Lying on the grass, Harley Quinn looked towards the Manor through the Barrett's thermal scope. "Come on, let big sis see where you are?!"
At this moment in the Manor, the dense red figures on patrol appeared in the thermal imaging scope, causing Harley Quinn's adrenaline to surge. A wave of thrill washed over her, and she even trembled all over. For the crazy Harley Quinn, this was naturally not fear, but the trembling enjoyment of excitement.
After being dumped, ordinary women might choose to cry or drink heavily to vent their inner frustration. But Harley Quinn, after being dumped by the Joker, desperately needed a place to vent her rage. Unfortunately, Penguin walked right into her crosshairs.
Harley Quinn didn't care how many Gunmen Penguin had arranged; all she needed was a good release. Moreover, she urgently needed souls to repay the debt she owed. "Fat Penguin! Are you ready to receive your gift?"
As the sky gradually darkened, Harley Quinn lay in the woods, bathed in the cold moonlight. She first placed a fist-sized crystal ball beside her. Her index finger rested on the trigger of the Barrett Heavy Sniper Rifle, accompanied by a slightly crazy, mocking laugh.
Harley Quinn's finger pulled the trigger. A .50 tungsten core bullet streaked through the extended Barrett's rifling and burst out of the barrel, which had no silencing equipment attached. A standard Barrett Sniper Rifle has an effective range of up to 1600 meters and can penetrate most light armored vehicles in the world when using high-strength armor-piercing rounds. The Barrett Anti-materiel Sniper Rifle in Harley Quinn's hands, however, was custom-made for her to help her boyfriend deal with Batman's battle vehicle. Its range was even greater, and its force was even more astonishing.
The bullet exited the barrel. From a distance of over 3000 meters, Harley Quinn could see through the sniper rifle's scope that with a single bullet, the figure under thermal imaging she was aiming at, the one walking a dog, was instantly torn in half. Harley Quinn could even imagine the scene of blood splatter.
Harley Quinn's face in the moonlight flashed with a blush. She aimed at the next target and pulled the trigger again.
Unlike what ordinary persons might think from shooting games, the Barrett Sniper Rifle isn't a single-shot sniper rifle that requires cycling the slide after each shot; it's a heavy sniper rifle capable of continuous fire.
The Gunmen patrolling the Manor in pairs hadn't even reacted to the situation when their companion's upper body exploded into a mass of blood mist. Sticky, foul-smelling liquid, intestines, and internal organs splattered all over him.
"Ugh!" He pulled a piece of intestines off his shoulder and examined it closely under the Manor's lights. When he realized what it was, he instantly started dry heaving. The next moment, accompanied by a burst of gunfire like muffled thunder, his head exploded, and his hundred-pound sturdy body swayed before crashing to the ground.
"Enemy attack!" accompanied by the noisy warning sound. The Gunmen patrolling the Manor began scrambling for cover.
A professional bodyguard wearing a bulletproof vest, who had previously worked for Blackwater Security Company, quickly rolled into a Reverse Slope. Having received professional training, he quickly identified the gunfire direction and distance: "Barrett, southeast direction, three thousand meters. Be careful, this gun is modified; ordinary barrier thickness can't stop these bullets!"
Before the bodyguard finished speaking, a Gunman hiding behind the Manor's barrier had his head explode. "Shit, her gun has infrared equipment installed!"
"Bang!" "Three!" "Bang!" "Four!" Harley Quinn happily counted as she pulled the trigger.
Through the infrared thermal imaging device, she could clearly see the gunmen who thought they were well hidden. These gunmen, huddled behind walls and cars, were completely unaware that the barrier providing them with a sense of security was useless against the bullets from her Barrett Heavy Sniper Rifle, like paper.
A light poke, and it would go right through! As Harley Quinn was enjoying the pleasure of killing, several wisps of gray mist appeared within the crystal ball placed beside her.
This was a crystal ball that could collect souls. The souls of anyone who died by Harley Quinn's hand would be collected by this magic crystal ball. Harley Quinn had obtained this magic crystal ball from that Mysterious Existence.
After leaving the Rose Apartment, out of curiosity about the small sword in that bitch Catwoman's hand, she tried to analyze the white jade bone beads she had. Following the subtle hints from the bone beads, she used her own blood to draw a magic array. Then, using a few bone beads as beacons, her consciousness left her husk and traveled to a Mysterious Place.
That was a world impossible to describe with words. Thirty-six cloud masses, tens of thousands of kilometers wide, rose layer upon layer like stairs. On each layer of cloud mass, countless Palaces and Pavilions stood. Inside the Palaces, there were existences with powerful auras everywhere. Her consciousness floated upwards along the Cloud Top, all the way to the Palace at the Highest Point.
In that magnificent Palace, hundreds of miles wide and dozens of miles high, supported by countless white jade pillars carved with eastern divine dragons, she saw an Existence seated high on a throne.
That Existence's aura was so powerful that just standing before It, Harley Quinn felt her body turn ice-cold, and even her consciousness froze. Harley Quinn thought she was going to die, but she eventually escaped that Mysterious Place and returned to reality alive.
"Nine!" As Harley Quinn pulled the trigger, she spared a glance at the crystal ball beside her. The mist rising within the crystal ball made her beam with joy.
According to the Red-clothed Woman who explained things to her, one crystal ball could hold a maximum of ninety-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine souls of intelligent life. Some high-quality souls could even count as a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand. And in that Mysterious Space, a crystal ball filled with souls could be exchanged for ten years of lifespan, plus two injections of the Venus Potion for eternal youth.
