I want to have a date with Superman

Sister, I have a sharp weapon and a murderous intention. With Aki by my side, I can't use it to deal with dangers that I can't deal with personally. Harley said pointedly.

Laurie understood her hint and asked with a smile, Would you use it to rob a bank?

Robbing a bank is too low. I wouldn't do it with or without Archimedes.

Isn't this enough?

Are your demands too low? You said you wanted to save the world before. Harley's mouth twitched.

Saving the world is the upper limit. I don't expect you to be able to do it. As long as you don't become a criminal with no moral bottom line, I'm basically satisfied. Laurie sighed.

Harley thought of the Comedian, who even killed pregnant women who were pregnant with his children, and it seemed that his bottom line was not very high.

Maybe she can do better than the comedian?

Well, Harley is overthinking it. The comedian is a true patriot. Even if he sees through the hypocrisy and darkness of the American dream, he is still willing to go to hell for the United States.

She will never have this kind of spirit.

Crown Point Street, a high-end apartment called Red Jade.

Mondy, how much did they spend together? Hallie asked the black girl at the front desk.

Du Ping costs 80 US dollars, drinks are 40 US dollars, a girl is 800 US dollars, and a hotel room is 300 US dollars.

Harley's expression was a little strange, and she asked again: I remember that the drinks in the nightclub are not cheap, right?

Your two friends just ordered regular local bulk wine.

Harley nodded slightly, feeling quite satisfied with Gary and Richie.

When looking for a girl, there is no way to choose a cheap one. After all, a good match is more important.

In Red Jade, a room that costs 150 US dollars a night is really the most ordinary single room.

It's really good that the two of them could be so restrained even though they knew she was treating them.

Did I hear you correctly? You asked me to steal Nite Owl's Archimedes?

In the afternoon, the two of them woke up and became energetic again. Richie immediately said goodbye to Hallie and thanked her for her warm hospitality.

Musician Gary is still not satisfied with his taste. He has plans to stay in Gotham and make a living. Now he runs out to find his friends in the music industry.

You didn't steal it, you stole it for me. Archimedes is mine. Harley emphasized.

Richie rubbed his long black curly hair that reached his neck and asked doubtfully: What made you change your mind?

We are friends, and I won't hide some things from you. Night Owl gave Archimedes to me.

What? Why? Richie shouted again.

Harley looked deeply and said quietly: Actually, I am also a watcher.

Richie looked at her without speaking, with an expression that clearly read Don't fool me on her face.

Really, I am a second-generation comedian. Harley hooked the corners of her mouth with her little fingers and gently pulled them toward the base of her ears. Look, how crazy is my smile?

I don't believe it! Richie shook his head with a dull face, If you don't tell the truth, I will never help you.

If my guess is correct, letting me steal Archimedes is just the first step. Later, you will also ask me to re-edit the spacecraft firewall system.

Harley hesitated for a moment and said, Richie, you are proficient in quantum magic and can kill people from a distance. It shouldn't be difficult to steal bank deposits.

But you didn't do that, but went to work and made money honestly, which shows that you are a principled person.

Thank you. Richie still had a dull face.

I believe you, but my truth is too big. If you are willing to swear to hell with your soul not to reveal my secret to anyone, I will tell you the whole truth.

Harley stared into his eyes, letting him see her determination.

Such an exaggeration. Rich hesitated.

The mage swears an oath with his soul, which is a summoning ritual in the Book of Truth: let hell listen to the oath.

Well, Harley and Richie are actually not sure whether it has any effect or how it works, but many spells in the Book of Truth have been verified.

For example, last time Richie sacrificed a cat and summoned the devil to Harley's house, the ritual used came from the Book of Truth.

Let's do this. I'll set a deadline and won't reveal my secret within a year. Harley said.

It was impossible for her to hide her identity for the rest of her life, and most likely the case in the convent would not be postponed for more than a year.

Even if the Crusader is willing to delay, she is not willing to do so.

Richie looked better.

I really don't want to swear this, but I'm just too curious.

Most of the demon-evoking rituals in the Grimoire of Truth are very simple, with pentagrams, candles, sacrifices, and spells.

The cat was not killed this time, because Richie himself was the sacrifice - if he broke his oath, he would face the fate of sinking into hell.

He used chalk to draw a five-pointed star on the floor of the living room of Harley's apartment, and filled in some runes in the middle. Richie stood in the center, cut his palm and let the blood drip.

King of Hell, Master of Destiny, please listen to my voice. I will not disclose the conversation that happens here next to anyone for one year!

Richie looks serious, shouts loudly, is a bit middle-aged, and a bit silly.

The vague conversations of passers-by and the honking of car horns in the distance could be heard outside the window, but nothing was out of the ordinary inside.

Harley frowned and asked, Is it done?

Richie nodded and said uncertainly: Probably.

How do you feel? Do you feel cold all over, as if you are being targeted by an unknown and terrifying entity? Harley asked.

Richie shook his head, Maybe you turned on the heating a little too high and you just feel a little hot.

Harley was dumbfounded.

Forget it, a lot of people know my identity now.

Even Gordon's teammate Harvey Bullock knew her identity, and Richie was more reliable than Harvey no matter what.

What's the biggest thing happening in Gotham recently? Harley said solemnly.

The death of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne?

Harry shook his head, That's the old almanac.

City members have been killed one after another, and even the mayor has received death threats? Rich asked again.

This is just a trivial matter in Gotham. Harley frowned.

Richie's cheek muscles twitched, Sorry, I'm not from Gotham. To me, this is a shocking case.

The Crusaders and Witch Harley have dominated the front pages of major media outlets around the world for many days. Haven't you heard of them? Harley said.

Uh, is it necessary to pay attention to such a trivial matter? Richie clasped his head, then widened his eyes and said suddenly: You are Harley, Harley Quinn, I have seen your picture on TV, it's really It’s a bit like that.”

Harley took off her black-rimmed glasses and tucked the black hair that covered most of her face behind her ears, Isn't it more like that?

Richie looked at it for a moment and said, You also had your eyebrows trimmed. The key is that your temperament has changed too much.

Indeed, I lived in the sun when I was in middle school, and now I kill people like crazy. Harley made a vicious expression.

Then she told the story of her friendship with Laurie.

Wow, the last watchman, so cool! Richie exclaimed, and then asked doubtfully: What did you do to make the Crusaders hate you so much?

Do you believe Bruce Wayne's defense of me? Harley asked.

Of course, when I didn't know your true identity, I took Wayne at his word.

Why? Has Wayne's influence spread to the West Coast?

I work at Weetabix Industrial Park (a British food factory) and have nothing to do with Wayne. Rich shook his head and said: I believe in Wayne just because I don't believe in the church.

Too many news about churches harboring filth and evil have surfaced and then been quickly suppressed, but there has never been an incident in which a church was wrongly accused by a public figure.

Just like in school, only the big guys who can fight bully the smaller guys. I have never seen weak chickens take the initiative to challenge the mighty big guys.

Alas, ordinary people don't think so. Harley sighed.

After the Holy Crusaders performed a set of punches, people even began to question the credibility of Wayne Group.

Like a remote drone, the Owl spacecraft launches from an underground warehouse and follows a tunnel into a lake.

Like a submarine, it swam from the lake to the Potomac River (a large river that runs through Washington and connects to the Atlantic Ocean). After leaving Washington City, it rose into the sky and flew roaring to Gotham, 400 kilometers away.

At high altitude, there is a shell of invisible material to avoid radar scanning.

Fires smoke grenades close to the ground, making them almost physically invisible at night - wrapped in a cloud of fog, they are of little use during the day.

Daniel Dreiberg's hometown is in Manhattan. He is a rich second generation, otherwise he would not have the money to build an airship. The place where he hid the airship was a subway tunnel that had been abandoned for many years.

Well, he bought the building above the tunnel and lived in it himself.

Pass through the Hudson River that surrounds Manhattan, enter the city sewers, then go around and around to find an iron gate built by Night Owl in the early years, and finally fly into the subway tunnel that has been forgotten for many years.

The spacecraft is also very simple to operate, or Daniel deliberately made it stupid.

Back then, there were no artificial intelligence-assisted operations. Rorschach, a semi-literate boy from an orphanage, was already familiar with airships.

Now that there is an autonomous driving system, it is really not much different from the Internet celebrity drones ten years later.

Of course, relying on the autopilot system, Harley can only make the spacecraft do the most basic flying movements. To play Fast and Furious, you have to operate it manually. Without the skills of a regular fighter pilot, you will definitely not be able to do it.

Harley and Richie can also drive a car, and they don't dare to cancel the intelligent assistance.

They drove the spacecraft in a circle around the Atlantic Ocean in the middle of the night. They were very excited at first, touching here and looking there.

But it didn't take long for them to feel bored by the dark sky, the monotonous operation of the machinery, and the narrow cabin.

Richie left the next day.

He did not have enough expertise in aerospace and mechanics to make even the slightest modification to the spacecraft's operating system. He only reconstructed the firewall.

This is equivalent to Harley getting a laptop from Daniel. Richie has not changed the Win10 operating system and Word, QQ and other applications inside, but only reinstalled Richie Security Guard for the computer.

Before leaving, he also cleaned up all traces of Diana Da Vinci on the Internet.

I'm worried that if you are exposed, you will implicate us. I am not afraid to tell you the truth. I am very afraid of pain. If the Holy Advent Crusaders really catch me, threaten me, induce me, and torture me, I will definitely not be able to bear it. Don't reveal your secrets, he said.

This afternoon, Aunt Tata’s house.

Plica was getting ready to go to work at the Scarlet Paradise Nightclub and was putting on an armed belt full of weapons. Harley was waiting beside him with a beaming look.

Your two friends are gone? the big black girl asked casually.

Rich has been away for several days. Gary had no fixed place to live, but now he plans to stay in Gotham and develop.

Do you have a good relationship? I see that you are in a very good mood these days. Diana, don't blame me for talking too much. They are not the same people as you. Pulika frowned.

Well, since getting the owl spacecraft, Harley seems to be walking with difficulty.

Not to mention the delicate black girl, even the truck driver who delivers relief meals every morning thinks she is full of joy.

Don't think Richie and Gary are just fooling around, having fun and messing around like losers. In fact, they are exorcists like me. We often exchange exorcism experiences together. Harley couldn't help but feel sorry for her friends. Two fair words.

Exorcism? Pulika looked strange.

Diana, don't be deceived by those messy people. With your talent, you really have a bright future as a female gunner. She said earnestly.

“Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.” Suddenly, the cell phone inserted in the back pocket of the big black girl’s leather pants rang.

Hey, I'm Pulika, you - what? I'm the target of the gcpd raid? Falk, you're a police sergeant, and you don't even know the mission target, Falk!

Harley's originally leisurely and contented expression suddenly turned serious.

GCPD raid, target near Pulika's home