I want to have a date with Superman

At midnight, Gotham Cathedral, a three-story classical building in the backyard specially designed to entertain distinguished guests.

There are two side halls on the left and right sides of the main hall on the first floor. At this time, only the office area on the left is lit.

The fireplace is burning brightly, dispelling the coldness of the winter night.

GCPD almost searched the dock and caught a group of stowaways and wanted criminals who were about to run away, but there was no trace of the witch. Brother Robbie put down the phone and said helplessly.

They withdrew? Fernando frowned.

Well, he was let out.

After Dachao stopped killing people, crushed four holy relics, and tore off the archangel's wings, he was almost done with it, and left all the finishing work to the previous generation of Watcher, Laurie.

Laurie also lived up to Dachao's trust. First, she blocked the news and continued to keep Clark's identity secret. Secondly, she persuaded the Pentagon to put pressure on the Holy Advent Crusaders, forcing them to swear in the name of God that they would not allow it. She revealed the news about Clark and was not allowed to interfere with his and his mother's lives. Finally, she sent Fernando and other monks who were arrested on the spot to the FBI black room and tortured them in various ways for more than a month.

During this period, Laurie also returned to Gotham to investigate why the monk came to Smallwell.

It was confirmed that everything stemmed from a misunderstanding.

Clark accepted this explanation because he himself was floating outside the house when Laurie found Hallie on Christmas Eve.

He heard the conversations of several people. The girl named Selena had a steady heartbeat and normal breathing. She was not lying at all.

Well, Chao actually already knows Harley, but Harley doesn't know it.

The GCPD hasn't withdrawn yet, but such a big movement without arresting anyone will definitely make the witch alert, and I'm afraid she won't be able to count on them. Brother Robbie sighed.

What did the headquarters say? Fernando looked uncertain.

The failure of the task resulted in the great Tongue of Fire being pinned to the ground and rubbed by a mortal, and his status within the Crusaders was greatly reduced.

Not only did he lose his position as field director-general, but the headquarters seemed to be consciously ignoring him.

It had been two days since he was released by the FBI, but the British side had never contacted him.

The key was that with the loss of the ancestral relics in Smallwell, his family had almost no future in the church.

His heart was bleeding.

He hates, but he doesn't know who to hate.

Witch?

Although the witch is hateful, she has nothing to do with what he is experiencing now. It is all because of a misunderstanding.

Clark Kent?

The heretic who stole the power of God indeed deserves to die, but in this matter, he is also a victim, and he beat his mother like that

So, hate the Crusader Headquarters for being ruthless?

He didn't dare, they represented the Tongues of Fire.

And the Tongue of Fire was his lifelong belief.

There was nowhere to hate, and he resented it even more.

Brother Robbie said: Headquarters asked us to evacuate Gotham. The White House and the Pentagon are very afraid of the Crusaders' influence in the United States.

In fact, after the Smallwell incident, some officials suggested that we leave the United States.

The siege of witches in Bali Street a few days ago was considered a last ditch effort.

Even if you succeed, there will be sequelae. If you don't succeed, you should leave immediately.

We had no choice but to leave. We took control of the GCPD, the city prosecutor's office, the city council, some members of Congress, and even reached out to the state guard. Looking back now, it feels crazy.

During this period, the church seems to have become the emperor of Gotham. Even in the UK, we have never been so public. He shook his head with a wry smile.

The Holy Advent Crusaders represent the will of heaven, and now even the Tongue of Fire is showing miracles. Fernando's expression was a little unnatural.

Even if we do something outrageous, it's nothing, right?

Without Clark Kent, the birth of Tongue of Fire would have been a miracle. Now, it seems that the farmer's son has become a God on earth?

Of course it's okay to do one or two outrageous things, but we're already in Gotham - be careful! Robbie exclaimed in horror.

Bang——

The window glass shattered, and a black grenade whizzed in and exploded while it was still in the air, BOOM——

It's tear gas, the sound is low and the smoke is everywhere

Crash! What followed was a fiercer collision at the mosaic stained glass window. The glass wall exploded, and a black shadow fell from the sky with a rope hanging on it.

Chichichi! The person was still in the air, and the muffled sound of the silenced pistol sounded one after another.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of bullets hitting flesh, tabletops and floor tiles.

Bang! Someone came from the window and finally landed on the ground.

The tendon-soled leather boots crushed the broken glass on the ground.

Uh! Fernando lay on the ground, moaning in pain.

Robbie was in a better position, facing the window, watching the grenade smash through the glass window, and immediately hid under the table. Not only was he not hit by the bullet, but he also took the opportunity to take out his holy relic-a small Crusader buckler from the cabinet.

Long live the Tongue of Fire, Shield of Glory! He hung the small buckler on his left arm, held the pistol in his right hand, and shot wildly at the black shadow in the smoke.

“Crack, snap, snap – snap!”

When the magazine is empty, there are always a few bullets hitting the black shadow, but they bounce away silently, fall to the ground, or fly to other places, making a crisp clanging sound.

Hahaha, this armor is so awesome! The black shadow also raised his right arm holding the gun.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Ding ding ding! The small buckler, which was ordinary before, was now covered with a layer of red light as light as a cloud of smoke.

At this moment, Robbie transformed into the savior of the Matrix, with a round shield on his arm to block and catch.

All the bullets that should have landed on him bounced away, while the missed bullets continued to fly away according to the original rules.

What kind of power is this? Harley's somewhat distorted voice came from under the mask.

Robbie held his head high, his figure seemed to be a bit taller, and he announced in a thunderous voice: No arrow can hit the holy warrior holding the Shield of Glory!

Bang! Harley didn't believe it and tried the shotgun again.

Bullets splashed like water, forming a terrifying barrage.

Robbie's arms were shaking like an epilepsy, shaking like crazy, shaking out a red light curtain in front of him, and then there was the tinkling sound of rain hitting banana trees.

He actually caught all the bullets.

Are your arms sore? Harley asked curiously.

Ah! She was responded to by Brother Robbie's sudden dash, holding his shield in front of him and roaring loudly.

Enemy attack, enemy attack! At the same time, the priests shouted in panic from outside the house.

With a solemn look on her face, Harley bent down and kicked her legs, charging forward fiercely. Still halfway, she flew up, her right knee forward, and her whole body was like a cone hitting a city.

Boom! The knee was indeed held up by the round shield, and the carbon nanofiber knee pads collided with the iron shield, making a dull roar.

Harley turned over in mid-air and jumped back, taking off the impact and landing lightly.

Brother Robbie seemed to have been hit head-on by a truck. He kicked his hind legs five or six steps, causing the desk behind him to rumble.

He is still a mortal force.

Harley sneered and charged again, kicking the dazed Robbie to the ground with a sweep.

Kneeling on his back, he took out a grenade and stuffed it into the elbow socket of the buckler, while Harley held the shield firmly with both hands.

No! Robbie looked horrified.

BOOOM! The huge impact of the explosion lifted Harry three to four meters away.

The black armor was sprayed with blood, but she was unscathed.

Well, she blew herself up, and the experience jar didn't increase her experience.

Ouch—— Half of Brother Robbie's body was burnt, but he was not dead. He only wailed while covering his broken arm.

The arm felt like it had been torn off by a giant. The fracture was uneven, with red muscles, blue and black meridians, and broken bone stubbles.

Harley walked over and kicked him towards Fernando.

Bandage him.

Fernando was shot once in each leg and had been lying on the ground howling.

Bang bang bang bang! Several shots blasted the monk's head as he rushed into the room. Harley came directly to the door with an automatic rifle.

After taking more than a dozen rounds of bullets, she had the opportunity to shout to the monks who were reloading in the courtyard and the corridors on both sides: I have hostages. If you dare to rush in again, I will kill your boss.

After saying that, she closed the two thick carved oak doors and locked them.

Returning to the office area by the window on the left side of the hall, Fernando took off his suit and was wrapping it around Robbie's broken arm.

Robbie was like a pig being slaughtered, with a high-pitched howl that reached into the sky.

Harley looked around and found the severed hand in the corner of the messy room.

He took off the small buckler, wiped it with the goose down curtains, sat on Robbie's office chair, put the shield on the table, and opened the Fire Cross emblem's laptop.

Give me that recording, which is the content of the call between me and Harvey Dent and Jim Gordon on the evening of December 3rd. It records everything that happened in the office of the old woman Theresa.

Give it to me, and the monastery incident will come to an end, and I will leave immediately.

While talking, Harley also quietly turned on the camera and recording functions of the owl glasses.

The Crusader had something wrong with his mind, so he kept that recording.

Harley was mostly coaxing them into talking.

High-definition camera, while shooting, the data is uploaded to Archimedes' host computer.

Witch, witch, we won't give you anything. Robbie lay in Fernando's arms, his eyes full of hatred and determination.

Do you really keep it? Harley asked in surprise.

No more, it was deleted long ago. Fernando shouted.

Tell me clearly, how did you delete it? Did you destroy Harvey Dent's tape, or did you format the memory?

Format it first and then physically destroy it. It's completely irrecoverable. Fernando said.

I don't believe it! Harley already believed it in her heart. She pointed the gun at his head and said in disbelief, Just now your companion said he wouldn't give it to me.

It's really gone. That kind of thing is harmful to us. What should we keep it for? Fernando said loudly.

Fernando, don't talk to the witch. It's just a matter of death. If you go to heaven, you can still serve the great tongue of fire. Robbie had blood in his mouth, and his face was full of fearlessness and determination.

Hahaha, do you really think you can go to heaven? Just because of the things you did, you molested children in the monastery, let the beautiful children participate in the promiscuous and incest parties of decent people in Gotham, and you also took away healthy children from time to time. Use your organs to treat diseases of rich people

You have all taken turns to do the evil deeds in hell, and you still want to go to heaven?

Do you think the Almighty God is blind and deaf?

Or are you blaspheming Christ and thinking your actions are in line with the Lord’s teachings?

While Harley was fighting the enemy, she was also recording evidence.

Even if she runs away, she must run cleanly and innocently.

The matter in the monastery has nothing to do with us! Robbie straightened his upper body and looked excitedly at the sky, as if he was looking up at the light of heaven.

I have abided by the canon all my life and have never spoken or acted contrary to the teachings of Christ. The monastery is a monastery for fallen Americans. What they do has nothing to do with us. Lord, do you hear me?

This guy lost a lot of blood and was a little confused.

Of course, it is also possible to be in a dying state and see people or things that Harley cannot see.

It has nothing to do with you. Harry sneered again and again, Isn't St. John's Monastery wearing the sign of the Holy Advent Crusade?

Isn’t the slut and demon Hercules Doug, who treats the girls’ dormitory as his harem, not a Crusader officer?

Isn’t the very old Dean Teresa a peripheral member of yours?

Haven’t you used the money and connections gained from the monastery?

Witch Harry, you are surrounded by us. Let the two monks go, otherwise you will die today! Archbishop Marvin shouted in the yard outside the house.