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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0350_part_03
Chapter 840
chapter 0350 part 3
What pained Harley Quinn the most was that, besides the Armored Corpse Talisman, the other two magic arts talismans were single-use items. After crushing them, they could only be used once.
As for the Armored Corpse Talisman worth ten contribution points, inside was a magic puppet named Iron Armored Corpse. Theoretically, it could be used continuously, but now that it was damaged like this, she knew it definitely couldn't be used.
Thinking of the scene just now where the Iron Armored Corpse held a Gatling gun and exchanged fire with that helicopter, Harley Quinn felt like she had lost several million.
If one Iron Armored Corpse magic puppet could single-handedly fight an attack helicopter, then what would the Silver Armored Corpse priced at one hundred contribution points and the Gold Armored Corpse priced at one thousand contribution points look like?
At this moment, amidst the sound of the torrential rain, a distant clamor came from afar. Those were the Gunners rushing from Penguin's Manor for reinforcements.
"Quick, quick, quick—just ahead!"
"Don't let her escape!"
Listening to the clamor mixed with the sound of wind and rain, Harley Quinn walked under a nearby tree, picked up two handguns, skillfully chambered a round, and walked towards the car headlights.
On her shoulder, the crystal ball, which had absorbed several more souls, seemed to have activated the flight capability. It floated steadily on her shoulder, gray mist lingering within the translucent crystal ball.
Penguin actually made her lose money, so she would get this debt back from Penguin.
After Harley Quinn's figure disappeared, the rain washed away all traces. Beside the half-broken charred wood, on the carbonized corpses of the Iron Armored Corpse, a wisp of black smoke suddenly rose up.
This wisp of black smoke, under the washing of the rain, twisted and changed shape. Sometimes it outlined the black shadow of an emperor wearing a robe and a crown.
Sometimes it outlined the images of someone wearing a trench coat. After the black smoke changed into over ten different forms, it finally settled into the appearance of someone wearing a suit.
The black shadow crooked its finger. The torrential rain within a hundred li area of the dense forest paused for an instant. Countless water vapor gathered around the black shadow's entire body, turning into wisps of blue-green transparent gas filling his body.
The black smoke gradually changed from ethereal to solid. Soon, a figure wearing a white suit appeared in this dense forest.
The white-clothed figure felt the strength within his body, shook his head, seemingly not satisfied. He lazily clapped his hands. Suddenly, he seemed to hear some movement and walked towards the helicopter wreckage.
At this time, on the crashed helicopter, the Pilot had already turned into charred remains and ash along with the corpses of the two Gunners.
Don't know if it was a coincidence, but among the broken and fractured steel skeleton of the helicopter cockpit, a portable walkie-talkie was still hanging. Unclear voices were sounding inside.
"Mark, what happened? Can you hear me? Mark?"
The white-clothed figure casually pushed aside the Pilot's corpse, sat comfortably in the diagonally placed driver's seat, picked up the walkie-talkie, and said softly, "Sorry, the user you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later."
"Who are you? Where is Mark?" Hearing the movement, the voice on the other end of the phone immediately became agitated.
Crack.
The white-clothed figure, however, had no more interest in replying. With a light grip of his finger, the casing of the reinforced plastic walkie-talkie was directly crushed by his grip, shattered.
Penguin's Manor. In a study located in the core of the Manor, miniature milky white Ionic stone pillars guarded the red brick fireplace. Stacked like a tower, the red pine firewood crackled, sparks splattered and fell into the dust, ultimately unable to escape the fate of being extinguished.
Above the fireplace were some lifelike animal specimens, Kodiak brown bears hunted from Alaska, North American moose hunted from Minnesota, and even jaguars from the Amazon Basin. Penguin, wearing pajamas, sat in front of the fireplace, listening to the voice of that man coming from his Bodyguard's walkie-talkie. Penguin did not get angry. He picked up a piece of firewood and threw it into the fireplace. His pupils reflected the fiercely rising flames.
A twisted, contorted serpentine thunderbolt streaked across the night sky, reflecting the gloomy radiance onto the half-open window. The gale drilled in, and slanting raindrops wet the hand-woven Persian rug on the wooden floor—
Penguin's Personal Bodyguard tuned the walkie-talkie to the communication channel. At this time, within the channel, gunfire and shouting sounded in a chaotic mix.
"BOSS, we now—"
The Bodyguard looked cautiously at Penguin.
"Pack things up, we're leaving here through the secret passage—"
"Yes! BOSS!" After the Bodyguard nodded, he turned to gather manpower.
Penguin came to the bedroom, opened the Safe, took out some folder/file bags, and put them into the briefcase.
His mistress, wearing only a light purple silk robe, saw Penguin's action of opening the Safe. She rubbed her eyes, yawning, and asked, "Darling, what happened?"
"Nothing, go back to sleep!"
Penguin changed clothes, put on his top hat, picked up his personal black umbrella, and walked out of the bedroom holding the briefcase.
In the dense forest in the distance, the white-clothed figure smiled as he looked at Penguin's Manor in the dark night. His gaze seemed to penetrate the dense forest, the dark night, and see inside the Manor, Penguin, hiding in the secret passage under the protection of a group of Bodyguards.
However, it seemed he didn't have much interest in the fleeing Penguin. The wind was strong and rain was heavy. A gust of gale blew, and the figure of the white-clothed person followed this gale, disappearing into the night.
What pained Harley Quinn the most was that, besides the Armored Corpse Talisman, the other two magic arts talismans were single-use items. After crushing them, they could only be used once.
As for the Armored Corpse Talisman worth ten contribution points, inside was a magic puppet named Iron Armored Corpse. Theoretically, it could be used continuously, but now that it was damaged like this, she knew it definitely couldn't be used.
Thinking of the scene just now where the Iron Armored Corpse held a Gatling gun and exchanged fire with that helicopter, Harley Quinn felt like she had lost several million.
If one Iron Armored Corpse magic puppet could single-handedly fight an attack helicopter, then what would the Silver Armored Corpse priced at one hundred contribution points and the Gold Armored Corpse priced at one thousand contribution points look like?
At this moment, amidst the sound of the torrential rain, a distant clamor came from afar. Those were the Gunners rushing from Penguin's Manor for reinforcements.
"Quick, quick, quick—just ahead!"
"Don't let her escape!"
Listening to the clamor mixed with the sound of wind and rain, Harley Quinn walked under a nearby tree, picked up two handguns, skillfully chambered a round, and walked towards the car headlights.
On her shoulder, the crystal ball, which had absorbed several more souls, seemed to have activated the flight capability. It floated steadily on her shoulder, gray mist lingering within the translucent crystal ball.
Penguin actually made her lose money, so she would get this debt back from Penguin.
After Harley Quinn's figure disappeared, the rain washed away all traces. Beside the half-broken charred wood, on the carbonized corpses of the Iron Armored Corpse, a wisp of black smoke suddenly rose up.
This wisp of black smoke, under the washing of the rain, twisted and changed shape. Sometimes it outlined the black shadow of an emperor wearing a robe and a crown.
Sometimes it outlined the images of someone wearing a trench coat. After the black smoke changed into over ten different forms, it finally settled into the appearance of someone wearing a suit.
The black shadow crooked its finger. The torrential rain within a hundred li area of the dense forest paused for an instant. Countless water vapor gathered around the black shadow's entire body, turning into wisps of blue-green transparent gas filling his body.
The black smoke gradually changed from ethereal to solid. Soon, a figure wearing a white suit appeared in this dense forest.
The white-clothed figure felt the strength within his body, shook his head, seemingly not satisfied. He lazily clapped his hands. Suddenly, he seemed to hear some movement and walked towards the helicopter wreckage.
At this time, on the crashed helicopter, the Pilot had already turned into charred remains and ash along with the corpses of the two Gunners.
Don't know if it was a coincidence, but among the broken and fractured steel skeleton of the helicopter cockpit, a portable walkie-talkie was still hanging. Unclear voices were sounding inside.
"Mark, what happened? Can you hear me? Mark?"
The white-clothed figure casually pushed aside the Pilot's corpse, sat comfortably in the diagonally placed driver's seat, picked up the walkie-talkie, and said softly, "Sorry, the user you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later."
"Who are you? Where is Mark?" Hearing the movement, the voice on the other end of the phone immediately became agitated.
Crack.
The white-clothed figure, however, had no more interest in replying. With a light grip of his finger, the casing of the reinforced plastic walkie-talkie was directly crushed by his grip, shattered.
Penguin's Manor. In a study located in the core of the Manor, miniature milky white Ionic stone pillars guarded the red brick fireplace. Stacked like a tower, the red pine firewood crackled, sparks splattered and fell into the dust, ultimately unable to escape the fate of being extinguished.
Above the fireplace were some lifelike animal specimens, Kodiak brown bears hunted from Alaska, North American moose hunted from Minnesota, and even jaguars from the Amazon Basin. Penguin, wearing pajamas, sat in front of the fireplace, listening to the voice of that man coming from his Bodyguard's walkie-talkie. Penguin did not get angry. He picked up a piece of firewood and threw it into the fireplace. His pupils reflected the fiercely rising flames.
A twisted, contorted serpentine thunderbolt streaked across the night sky, reflecting the gloomy radiance onto the half-open window. The gale drilled in, and slanting raindrops wet the hand-woven Persian rug on the wooden floor—
Penguin's Personal Bodyguard tuned the walkie-talkie to the communication channel. At this time, within the channel, gunfire and shouting sounded in a chaotic mix.
"BOSS, we now—"
The Bodyguard looked cautiously at Penguin.
"Pack things up, we're leaving here through the secret passage—"
"Yes! BOSS!" After the Bodyguard nodded, he turned to gather manpower.
Penguin came to the bedroom, opened the Safe, took out some folder/file bags, and put them into the briefcase.
His mistress, wearing only a light purple silk robe, saw Penguin's action of opening the Safe. She rubbed her eyes, yawning, and asked, "Darling, what happened?"
"Nothing, go back to sleep!"
Penguin changed clothes, put on his top hat, picked up his personal black umbrella, and walked out of the bedroom holding the briefcase.
In the dense forest in the distance, the white-clothed figure smiled as he looked at Penguin's Manor in the dark night. His gaze seemed to penetrate the dense forest, the dark night, and see inside the Manor, Penguin, hiding in the secret passage under the protection of a group of Bodyguards.
However, it seemed he didn't have much interest in the fleeing Penguin. The wind was strong and rain was heavy. A gust of gale blew, and the figure of the white-clothed person followed this gale, disappearing into the night.
