I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman

I Am Going To Have A Fight With Superman Chapter 834

2022-02-16

Chapter 834 Exorcism Daily

"Hey, old Tess, don't you watch the news?"

Curry impatiently took out his phone and played Louise's special series, "Louis Lane, the cosmic legend, do you still doubt her words?"

"I don't doubt it, but I I'm not afraid of seabed people, even if they go ashore and rush into my bar, I won't leave."

"Old Cousin, are you serious?"

Curry's eyes flickered fiercely. rays of light.

Old Tess felt a dangerous aura in him, and gritted her teeth: "I believe in Admiral Galaxy, she can turn the dirty, poor, and dangerous Staten Island into a safe and prosperous island. The city can protect Gotham and the people of Earth countless times, and this time it can still protect me."

"Hey, the galaxy admiral may be able to calm the seabed people, but you want to use her to scare me, but It's a dream!"

Curry, seeing Old Lady's trick, stepped forward and slapped her over, proving that he wasn't intimidated.

"Do you sign it?"

"No, it can't be sold"

Old Tess was a little confused by the beating, but she came over anxiously and wanted to help herself , but can only be a useless husband, her tone is firm as iron again.

“bang bang bang!” Curry kicked and kicked the Old Lady and vomited blood.

The bartender undead beside him roared and bit at him, but it was useless like a breeze.

It's not Evil Spirit. At least not yet.

Only Evil Spirit can harm the living.

"Boss, everyone saw us coming in." Little Black Ron stepped forward to grab him and persuaded: "BOSS's 'Seaside Homes' project is very eye-catching, and if someone were to die It is easy to attract the attention of the media.

It is not more than ten years ago.

When Admiral Galaxy was the mayor, he washed the GCPD four times, and once a year he was disciplined Movement, even now that discipline has become formalism, GCPD will at least keep an eye on murders.

Especially that Jim Gordon, known as the 'Hell Detective'.

It is said that he can Communicates with dead people, is ruthless, and solves strange cases repeatedly."

"My dad inherited the McKee family's legacy, Sturgeon McKee, and is still afraid of a trifling superintendent?"

Curry shouted while pulling the sturgeon embroidery on the chest of his suit.

"Ai, Jim Gordon is not easy to deal with, he can summon Batman." Huang Mao said.

"That's right, Gordon controls the bat lights, everyone in Gotham knows it." Another black big man nodded and said.

"Are you afraid of Batman? He is an ordinary person and may not be able to beat my father." Curry said disdainfully.

The younger brothers disagreed in their hearts, but their faces were nodded.

"Jim Gordon also knows Admiral Galaxy, and the two have known each other for more than ten years." Little Black Ron said.

"I met more than ten years ago, not after meeting for more than ten years. I know the list of visitors to Quinn Manor very well. Jim Gordon is not among the regulars."

Curry squatted down, grinned and said to the Old Lady who was howling on the ground: "Also, the Detective of Hell is not a hundred spirits. There are no secrets in Gotham's upper classes. We know his secrets - communication between the dead requires relatively complete corpses."

I have a thousand ways, old Tess, to make you die incomplete. If you don't want to try it yourself, sell the bar immediately."

"Not for sale." Old Tess's voice was weak, but her tone was as firm as ever.

Curry's gloomy face whispered a few words to the younger brother beside him, Xiao Hei and Golden Retriever ran out quickly, brought in two barrels of gasoline, and started pouring them on the counter and the dining table.

Old Tess smelled gasoline, shivered shivered, woke up, and screamed, "You will be punished, this is Medallion Street, and everyone saw you entering mine. The bar."

"You're right, so I'm leaving now, and we're all leaving. The fire will be lit in ten minutes because you're in a bad mood, you're old, you're wrong, you set off the gas ." Curry chuckled.

"Devil, devil, you're a devil, Mayor Quinn won't let you go, your father tells everyone that you've served the Emperor Gotham, but I know she ordered you not to let her The site is messing around, cough cough."

Old Tess is not a 'social person', but she runs a small bar and is destined to deal with many social people, so she naturally knows Harley's rectification of the "Quinn family" .

However, O'Neal McKee was only the younger brother of a member of the Quinn family at the time, and now he has long since split up to go it alone.

"Hahaha, Mayor Quinn? It's all from Old Huang hundreds of years ago, you should beg Batman." Curry said with a laugh.

Old Tess immediately said: "Yes, there is also Batman, the bat monitors the whole Gotham, you and your father will be sent to the Black Gate Prison by him."

"The bat A chivalrous man knows the law and works according to the law, I didn't pour the gasoline, I didn't light the fire, how could he send me to the Black Gate Prison?" Curry patted old Tess's old face, coldly said: "I'll ask you one last time. , sell or not?"

"No."

Curry is gone.

He left Medal Street with his eight younger brothers and went to the nightclub next door to have a good night. In the middle of the night, the old Tess's house caught fire. The fire was so intense that a small red brick building was burnt to ruins.

Infernal detective Jim Gordon did arrive immediately.

It's a pity that old Tess has only a few pieces left to insert the devil's horn into her mouth.

He also investigated Curry, but he had too much alibi.

"Yo, Superintendent Gordon, why are you free today, come to my place?"

O'Neal threw a cigar in front of the visiting 'Hell Detective' .

Gordon raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers were just right to clamp the cigar that was flying in the air, and then lightly shook his wrist, the Cuban handmade cigar flew back to the spacious Boss table again.

Scroll gently on the desktop.

"O'Neal, I know exactly what you did."

Gordon leaned forward with his hands on the table, his sharp eyes obscured by shadows under his wide-brimmed hat, There seemed to be an ominous flash of scarlet.

"I'm very confused, what are you trying to do now? You can't make me plead guilty, right? Hahaha" O'Neal smiled relaxedly, with some pride.

It is very easy to deal with these people who uphold the law and justice, whether the police or the vigilantes - stand on the shore, don't end the scene in person, no matter how big the matter will not touch you.

"I've been to Medal Street. Old Tess's bar burned down, but it was filled with a horrible resentment I've never seen. O'Neal. If I were you, I'd choose to surrender." Gordon The voice is gloomy and coldly said.

O'Neal stopped smoking a cigar, exhaled half a breath of smoke, and squinted, "What do you mean?"

Gordon hesitated instead.

"Gordon, even in the face of criminal suspects, the police should try their best to keep him safe, right?" O'Neal said with a smile.

Gordon coldly said: "The police can only protect the living from the living. With that said, do what you want."

Fitch was urinating in the toilet that night , by the formidable power from the rear, with a huge might revolver to pierce the ass drum, the bullet with the thickness of the finger passes through the body, and the front dick is thrown away.

Then, formidable power smiled weirdly at Camp on the side, pointed the gun at his chin, "bang!" Adams, was found tragically dead in his bed, with the little Sandy lying in his open chest.

Sandy suffocated.

"Damn, you are 80% entangled in dirty things."

O'Neal responded promptly and took his son and the rest of the group involved in the 'Medal Street Arson Incident' that morning. The younger brother called to him and bound his hands and feet to prevent them from self-mutilating or killing others.

"Father, what are you doing?" Curry asked blankly.

"Fitch, formidable power, Adams, Sandy, all of you have bought the 'Star Bar' with you." O'Neal said with a gloomy expression.

"So what?" Curry still didn't understand.

O'Neill looked around. This was in a spacious Conference Hall. The son and his four younger brothers were handcuffed to the chairs. There were two burly men behind the chairs to prevent them from struggling.

The curtains are drawn, and sunlight fills the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

At this time, there was no gloom in the room.

O'Neal's voice was gloomy and low, "You are probably being watched by the ghost of old Tess."

Curry's cheeks twitched a few times, and he said with a smile: " Father, are you kidding me? Maybe they're over the top."

"Fuck, the cops did an autopsy on them. Jim Gordon, Detective Hell, reminded me"

O'Neal told Gordon to meet him and warn him.

Curry looked from side to side with a white face, "Jim Gordon is bluffing you, he's a cop, not an Exorcist."

"The past few days you're staying here. , I'll try an Exorcist." O'Neal couldn't let them refute.

Back to the office, he called "military advisor" Tom in a irritable mood, a top student of the French Academy with golden glasses and a famous lawyer in Gotham.

"Help me find out who in Gotham is best at exorcism."

"Of course it's the Galaxy Admiral." Tom blurted out without thinking.

"She" O'Neal hesitated.

Tom thought he didn't understand, so he explained: "Admiral Galaxy has no shortage of money, exorcism is probably her hobby, ordinary people, rich politicians, as long as they look for her, they will generally agree.

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If the ordinary person is home, she not only doesn't charge money, but also pays the victim to buy medicine to replenish her body."

"But her success rate is not high." O'Neill sighed then said.

He hesitated, not because he didn't know about 'Sister and Sister Hallie', but the upper class, who knew more about the inside story than the ordinary person.

"How do you say that?" Tom asked in surprise.

"There are also categories of exorcism, demon possession and Evil Spirit possession. Harley Quinn is good at expelling demons, but not good at dealing with Evil Spirit." O'Neill took a cigar and asked, "Except her Besides, who else?"

Tom wasn't quite clear about the Demon Realm market at first, but he had been informed by the BOSS long ago, and he had done his homework in advance.

"The reputation of Mrs. Shangdu, second only to Admiral Galaxy. Then there is 'Golden Right Foot' Christine, magician Nick, right, in recent months, Gotham has come to call '' John Constantine's brit, he's active, robbing 'gotham cathedral' of business, 100 percent success rate."

"ahhhh —bang bang —"

Suddenly, a few screams were vaguely heard next door, followed by fierce gunshots.

O'Neal's complexion changed slightly, suddenly stood up and hung in the air for a moment, but then slowly sat down, "Tom, go and see what's going on."

Tom immediately trotted to the door Outside, he called out a little brother, "Go and see what's going on."

"Tomman suddenly drew a gun and shot Robert and Gipps."

Robert and Gipps Participant in the 'Old Tess Incident', handcuffed in shackles to prevent them from harming themselves or others.

Tomman is one of their bodyguards.

"It seems that Evil Spirit can not only hurt the people who went to the bar that night." O'Neal's eyes flashed with horror, said solemnly: "Get John Constantine immediately."

"He's an out-of-towner after all, Englishman," Tom reminded.

"A British guy who can make a piece of Heaven and Earth in Gotham must be very capable."

Before lunch, Constantine in a brown Burberry trench coat put his hands in his pockets , stroll into Medallion Street.

After a casual stroll, he dialed the phone.

"Old Tess has fallen into Evil Spirit, and wants to find the murderer. It's easy to save her life, rebuild the Star Bar as it is, and give me $660,000, and I will persuade old Tess to calm down.

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"The bar can't be built, I'll give you a million to kill that Evil Spirit." O'Neal said indifferently.

"You asked someone to exorcise the demon on your first day? The souls that go to hell or go to heaven belong to the old god. What can't be killed can only be appeased." Constantine exclaimed.

"It doesn't matter if it can't be eliminated, let that ghost go back to God's hell, don't bother my son again."

"It's resentment has not disappeared, it will be driven away today, and it will return tomorrow. Will be back."

"So you can't figure it out?" O'Neal asked.

"Hehe, old Constantine can't figure things out, no one else in the world can find a better way." Constantine lit a Cass and said confidently.

O'Neill was silent for a moment, then said, "Where's the holy nun in Gotham Cathedral?"

"She? hahaha"

(End of this chapter)