I want to have a date with Superman

The captain of the guard, Heracles Doug, is going to strengthen me tonight, did you know?

Ten minutes had passed from the time he kicked open the door to the dean's office to the completion of the layout. At this time, Harry endured nausea and slipped the old woman Theresa into the living room.

In addition to the desk phone with the hangup button stuck, she also quietly opened the cordless phone in the bedroom and placed it on the coffee table next to the sofa.

Maybe he is used to being arrogant and domineering.

Maybe she, who had always been strong, could not accept the fact that Chi Guoguo was kneeling in front of an orphan.

Perhaps she was confident because the guard would arrive quickly after receiving the notice.

Maybe she is too old and has a rigid brain, and she has no idea that Harley can pull off such a modern cleverness.

Maybe, there are all the above reasons.

In short, when faced with Harley’s inquiry, Dean Theresa did not make any excuses. Instead, she sneered sarcastically: “This is my territory, what is there that I don’t know?

Originally I was opposed to taking action against you, but now.

Hum, I swear, by tomorrow, you will even regret not taking good care of him.

It's better to be fucked by him than to become a urinal.

Yes, I'm going to make you a urinal! she threatened through gritted teeth.

Harley's expression was dull, Hercules has been beaten to the ground by me with a baseball bat, now I have the final say here!

You lie! the old woman screamed like a rooster being pinched by the neck, You can't defeat Hercules, no mortal can be his opponent.

If I don't kill him, how can I sit here peacefully? Harley said lightly.

As she spoke, she took out the big cross from her pocket and shook it.

Key to Heaven?! Impossible, this is impossible, no one can defeat the Holy Warriors. The old woman shook her head repeatedly, looking horrified and confused.

Harley quickly asked: What is the Key of the Sky and how to activate it? What about the Paladins, the Holy Crusaders and the Tongues of Fire?

The old woman remained silent.

Are you sacrificing to Satan? The Flame Tongue is a demon, and the Holy Advent Crusade is a cult organization? Harley deliberately provoked her.

Blasphemy! Blasphemy! The old woman jumped up like a furry cat, bared her teeth and claws and rushed towards Harry.

Harley looked calm, picked up the baseball bat, and handed it forward.

Boom! The old woman stepped back with the tip of the stick pressed against her withered hot water bottle-like belly.

Blasphemy? You are the ones who are blaspheming. This is a monastery, a place where God is worshiped, but you call God with your mouth and worship the devil secretly. Harley scolded.

You little bastard, dare to blaspheme God's right hand, the Tongue of Fire? The old woman raised her hands high, looked up at the sky, and shouted excitedly: Send divine punishment, the great Tongue of Fire, burn this blasphemy to death. The sinner of language!

At this time, the light of a flashlight suddenly flashed through the window.

Mother Teresa, what happened to you here? A man shouted from below.

It was a bit far away, so the sound wasn't too loud, and the old woman was having a fit and didn't hear her.

Harley quickly picked up a pair of underwear from a pile of clothes on the floor, stepped forward, stuffed it into the old woman's mouth, then hid sideways behind the window and opened a gap in the curtains.

There is a night guard, but only one!

She breathed a sigh of relief.

It's no wonder that the monastery has been peaceful for too long, and the orphan raiding the abbot's bedroom had never happened before today.

Let him leave. If you dare to play tricks, I will destroy you. Harley put the pencil sharpener against the old woman's neck, and a trace of blood was already seeping out.

The old woman looked frightened and nodded slightly.

She yelled at the top of her lungs: Robert, help—oooo—

Fuck, are you really desperate for your life? Harley was furious and wanted to stab her to death.

But she can't, because the live broadcast is on right now!

Hey, Robert, something happened here, Hercules is dead! Another incident occurred on the first floor, and a teacher betrayed Harley.

Harley took a deep breath, and there was only one option left: take the old woman as a hostage.

She is the biological sister of Archbishop Marvin!

Looking around the hall, Harry closed the door first, then dragged the two-meter-high bookshelf over and put it on top.

Then, the long row of sofas was pushed behind the bookshelf.

Hey, Benson, wake up! Harley brought a glass of water and poured it on the farmer's son face.

Two naked boys, Jack, the yard boy, had his arm broken and fainted; Benson, who wanted to be the son of a farmer, was better, but Hallie hit his dick with a baseball bat, but his balls didn't explode and he fainted. .

I Benson woke up in a daze, and the previous memories came back to his mind. He covered his dick and begged in horror: Harry, don't hurt me, I never wanted to hurt you.

Move Jack to the sofa. Harley raised her chin.

Benson crossed his legs and completed the task awkwardly.

You also sit up and hold the door tightly. Harley said.

Can you put some clothes on? Benson asked, covering his dick.

No, you are also part of the crime scene and must be inspected by the police in an 'original' posture.

What do you want to do, call the police? That's crazy. Benson yelled, glaring.

I want revolution! Harley said sternly: Does it taste good to lick the old woman's butthole, and you did it voluntarily?

I he wanted to deny, but the ferocious-looking Mother Teresa was right next to him.

Benson, you and I are natural allies. Only by overthrowing the corrupt and degenerate rule of the monastery can we regain our freedom, for freedom! Harley said righteously.

But. Benson hesitated.

Harley yelled angrily: There is no but. Are you still not an American? Don't you even love freedom?

Harry, believe me, resisting Grandma will not end well. Benson said dejectedly.

Harry's heart moved and he asked, Has this monastery ever dealt with people like me? How?

Benson glanced at the old nanny and remained silent.

But the old woman sneered again and again, Tell her, Benson, tell her everything you know and let her understand her fate.

I remember there was a boy named Dot within the first two months of my arrival. He...

Benson's voice was low and dead, and he rambled on without the same tone. After talking for a full ten minutes, the sound of heavy footsteps came from the walkway outside.

He stopped talking.

Hahahaha. The old woman laughed heartily.

Harry also smiled inwardly. These words were transmitted word for word through the two telephone microphones to the ears of Jim Gordon and Harvey Dent.

Harvey is still recording, and it will one day be replayed in court or even on television.

Is everything he said true? She said in a trembling voice with a deliberately frightened expression.

Really? Yes, every word he said is true, but all the words added up are only a small part of the truth. You will experience the more terrifying reality yourself. Teresa said proudly.

Bang bang bang— The guards outside began to knock on the door.

Open the door quickly, Harley Quinn, come out and surrender, you have no other choice!

No, I do! Dean Teresa is in my hands. If you dare to break the door, I will kill her, Harley said.

The banging on the door stopped, and it became much quieter outside. They could vaguely hear them discussing in low voices.

Harry, my child, you don't dare to kill anyone. Good boy, open the door and let Mother Teresa go. Everything tonight is just a misunderstanding.

Go back and get some sleep. We will arrange a good home for you tomorrow.

You go to Gotham to continue being a smile queen, playing tennis, attending parties, and attracting everyone's attention. A man said softly.

Harry recognized it. It was Bishop Peter who presided over the Eucharistic worship.

Every church has a priest who presides over the liturgy, similar to the officiant in a temple. If he also presides over the religious affairs of a certain parish - even just a street - the priest can also be called a bishop.

St. John's Monastery has a church and naturally a bishop.

The bishop manages the monks and presides over various ceremonies. The dean is mainly responsible for educating orphans and training young nuns.

Both men perform their own duties and have similar status in the church.

Ouch~~~~ Bishop Peter responded with a shrill wail, coming from Teresa.

Oh no! Benson was shouting too, horrified.

What have you done? Bishop Peter was shocked and angry.

Nothing, I just cut her wrist. Harley said with a smile.

You are a devil! Bishop Peter shouted.

“No, I am an angel, the vengeful spirit of God, and I want to cleanse the followers of Satan who are wearing priestly robes.

Peter, kneel down and confess to me! Harley snapped.

Bold and blasphemous! Bishop Peter was furious.

Don't deny it. Mother Teresa has already confessed to me that you and the one-eyed dragon Hercules are of the same species. You have done everything he has done. Harry said nonsense.

Nonsense, I don't like women at all—damn it, open the door for me! The bishop was a little angry.

It turned out to be an old fart! Hallie slashed Teresa's arm again.

Oh no!!! Teresa was really frightened now, Stop, Peter, she is a madman, a devil, she will really kill me.

She held her wrists tightly with her woolen sweater and shouted hysterically: Robert, Kemp, you are not allowed to knock on the door anymore.

After a period of low cursing outside, it stopped again.

Harley also remained silent, quietly listening to the sounds coming from outside the door.

What did the police say? Bishop Peter asked.

Chief Dicko told me that 911 received more than 20 calls tonight, but none of them came from the monastery. A man replied.

Fake, do you want to be so dark that even the police chief can be bribed? !

Harley cursed inwardly.

Uncle Sam's police officers are not the same profession as the police officers of Great China.

Is she lying to us? Bishop Peter asked doubtfully.

No, that's not right. Ask Director Luo again. She is from Gotham, and she probably contacted the Gotham police. Bishop Peter responded very quickly.

But, our 911 calls can only go to Jersey City. The man said confused.

Idiot, you must call 911 to find the police? She may remember the phone number of the Gotham Police Department, or she may know a certain police officer. Bishop Peter scolded.

Master Bishop, don't worry, Chief Luo will help us take care of everything. Someone comforted in a relaxed tone.

Harry covered his little head, unable to curse anymore.

Loeb is the police chief of Gotham, the boss of all police officers! !

Can Gordon withstand it?

She began to have doubts.