Rewind the time a few hours, after the press conference at the city hall.
Harley once again returned to Gotham City, Brooklyn, and the Mercenary Supermarket on "Peace Street".
The inner part is a carbon nanomodule battle suit, and the outer part is a hooded down jacket. From the outside, Harley looks like a little fat guy.
Pushing the shopping cart, she first selected 20 C4 time bombs in a five-kilogram bundle, and then hesitantly came to the bullet area.
The Archimedes airship is not big to begin with. Including the front and passenger seats, the interior is only about ten square meters (1.8 meters wide, 6.5 meters long, and 2.2 meters high). It cannot hold too much ammunition and cannot carry out high-intensity operations for a long time.
After the battle in the cathedral last night, Harley needed to replenish a few boxes of Vulcan cannon bullets.
She thought that there was no one near the large bullet shelves. After all, few people in Gotham used Vulcan cannons.
In addition to being very bulky, it is also extremely expensive.
For example, the M61 Vulcan cannon can fire 6,000+ bullets in one minute, and each bullet costs US$180,000. One minute later, the US$180,000 is gone.
This does not include barrel wear.
Most people simply cannot afford to play with that kind of gold-eating beast.
If she were the only one who walked over to buy bullets, the waiter and nearby mercenaries would definitely become suspicious.
Therefore, she seemed a little hesitant.
As a result, before we even got close, the roar of people there could be heard.
There were more than ten people, and more than half were wearing the same hooded bulletproof windbreaker as Harley.
Well, the old version 1.0.
Next to the bullet rack, there are several machine guns placed just like the "Today's Special Vegetables".
They discussed loudly around the machine gun.
"Old Gibbs, are you kidding? Sister Ha's bullets are obviously 20mm copper-nickel alloy, and you're fooling me with a 15mm three-barreled machine gun?" shouted a strong black man with a sinewy face.
"Sister Ha?" Harley was confused, was she talking about me?
"Yes, Boss Harley uses an M61, but you only have a budget of five thousand dollars, which is not even enough for a real M61 barrel.
Since I don’t have any money, I’ll just use this H96 from Wayne Military Industry to deal with it.” The old man who once introduced the armor to Harley said helplessly.
"Boss Harley?" Harley's expression became more and more strange. She couldn't really be talking about me, could she?
"Is there any second-hand goods retired from the military? If I don't use the same M61 as Sister Ha, I always feel uncomfortable!" said a white young man with a green mohawk.
"Yes, we are used to using pistols on weekdays. Now we switch to Vulcan cannons, isn't it because we want to pay tribute to Sister Ha?" Immediately, several people responded in succession.
Sister Ha... her expression is a little distorted.
"I'm sure I can get it second-hand, but I haven't had time to get it yet. If you want it, just wait a few more days." Old Gibbs promised.
"How much does a second-hand one cost? Is five thousand dollars enough?" the black man from before asked quickly.
The old man's face was full of contempt: "It's not even a small change, even if it's a second-hand product, at least it has to be replaced with a new barrel, otherwise what will happen if the barrel explodes?
Moreover, a Vulcan cannon needs at least 3,000 bullets, so the bullets alone cost US$90,000."
The big black man turned pale and murmured: "I am already the best saver in our family. I heard that I have five thousand dollars, and the neighbors almost treat me as a freak.
But even so, can’t you touch Sister Ha’s soles?”
"Alas, Sister Ha is becoming more and more high-end and classy. First, she has a million-dollar body armor, and then a hundreds of thousands of dollars of Vulcan cannon. Where does she get the money?" A female mercenary said with emotion.
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"Don't you know yet? She robbed the gcpd's treasury." said a middle-aged man with a gold nose ring.
"GCPD has a treasury?" the female mercenary asked doubtfully.
"The GCPD Narcotics Division is the second largest drug den in Gotham, don't you know?" Jin Nose Ring said in surprise.
"Oh, it turned out to be the anti-narcotics police. I thought the GCPD General Administration had established a new unified financial accounting office."
"It is said in the public that Sister Ha can do magic, summon evil spirits from hell, massacre cathedrals, and even stand in front of the statue of Christ and drink the blood of the archbishop. Is it true?" someone asked.
"No, I heard that Sister Ha peed on the cross."
"You are stupid. Sister Ha, a woman, how can you pee on the cross of the church?" said the female mercenary.
"Just because you can't do it, doesn't mean Sister Ha can't do it either." The man vowed.
Harley almost saw faith in his face.
Her face behind the mask became more and more distorted.
"Old Gibbs, right? I know you." At this time, a man wearing a mask came over and said directly to the old man: "I want a set of carbon nano armor, two M61s, and 100,000 rounds of ammunition."
"Ouch!" The audience gasped in amazement.
Everyone looked at the person with their eyes, with suspicion and deep malice in their eyes.
Old Gibbs only glanced at the high-end handmade suit on the young man's body, and smiled like a chrysanthemum on his face, "Sir, have you measured your body? We have a VIP suite here."
As he spoke, he bent down and stretched out his hands, making a "please" gesture.
"Hey, there must be someone who comes first, first served. I'm talking about business with you!" The black man with a deposit of $5,000 shouted dissatisfied.
"You haven't bought it after talking for a long time. If you want to chat, go to old John... John, come and entertain them." The old man called to the old man who was sitting on a stool at the end of the shelf and taking a nap.
After a while, Old John wandered over. Half of the customers chatting around the machine gun dispersed, and more people quickly gathered.
"Do you think Sister Ha has left? If there is another big move, will she go to the mercenary bar to recruit partners?" The black man with a deposit of 5,000 asked expectantly.
"If Sister Ha recruits people, I am willing to bring my own weapons." The female mercenary said immediately.
"Yes, it doesn't matter if you can become famous with Sister Ha, even if you don't make money." Cockscomb Head said with yearning on his face.
"It would be best if she could teach me some dark magic."
...
Harley finally couldn't help it anymore and asked, "Why do you worship the witch Harley so much?"
As soon as she said this, she immediately became the biggest anomaly on the scene.
They all looked at her with strange looks that were a mixture of contempt, malice and full of superiority.
"Are you new?" the female mercenary asked.
"More or less, I think there's no need to take a murderer too seriously," Harley said.
"But, she is very cool! Unruly, ruthless, crazy and unpredictable, extremely capable, retributive, arrogant and unruly..." Two blushes appeared on the face of the dreadlocked female mercenary.
Cockscomb Head agreed: "She has all the advantages of a super criminal, or in other words, her appearance created a new concept of 'super criminal'.
Before her, the top criminals could reach were Falcone and Maroni.
But they are more like businessmen, seeking profits through criminal activities, and forming families based on profits. Their own strength is also built on the family organization.
Many people would think that if they put themselves in Maroney's position, they would not necessarily do worse than him.
Sister Harley is different from them. She broke the old pattern and created a new criminal concept. She is a legendary criminal that cannot be copied in a hundred years."
At the end of the sentence, Cockscomb Head's face was full of enthusiasm, saliva flew everywhere, and his eyes were red.
Harley was stunned.
Seeing her silence, the black man with a deposit of 5,000 sighed and put it another way: "Of course, people who live on the road must rely on their reputation and achievements on the road, right?"
Harley nodded.
"Let's talk about fame first. Recently, news about her has been broadcast almost all over the world. Even Africans know that there is a famous female criminal in Gotham who dares to challenge Jesus' crusade.
Once Falcone leaves Gotham, his reputation will be hard to use, let alone outside the United States.
Looking at her record, have there been similar records in history?
The details of the cathedral are still unclear, but everyone saw her on Bali Street that day. She, alone, with a body armor and two guns, chased down hundreds of GCPD, blew up three helicopters, and seven or eight police cars.
Hollywood's "Mission: Impossible" and "First Blood" would not dare to shoot like this."
Finally, the deposit man concluded: "Harley Quinn is Gotham's greatest criminal in the past thirty years. Calling her 'Sister Harley' is not an exaggeration at all."
Harry couldn't resist.
"Why thirty years? I don't think there has ever been such an awesome person in Gotham." Cockscomb Head asked doubtfully.
"Because I only lived thirty years." The depositor man sighed.
...
Five p.m.
Old Gibbs hummed a little tune and walked leisurely to the underground car garage. As soon as he opened the car door and got into the driver's seat, his expression changed drastically and he wanted to get out and leave quickly.
But halfway through the action, he smiled bitterly and sat back slumped.
"Boss Harley, do you want a ride?" he said dryly.
Harry, who was lying in the back seat of the car, slowly sat up straight and sneered: "I'll drop by your house on the way, okay?"
"Sister Harley, I'm just an ordinary waiter in the supermarket and don't have much savings." The old man said with a bitter smile.
"It seems that you have really saved a lot of pension money." Harley said thoughtfully.
The old man's expression froze and he said calmly: "No money, really no money."
Suddenly, Harley turned her head and looked at his right hand hidden under the driver's seat, and said sarcastically: "Press it, press it hard, and see if the supermarket security team can receive the alarm."
The old man's face changed drastically, "How do you know?"
Harry only sneered, "If I'm free enough, I'm actually looking forward to the supermarket supervisor coming over. The first rule of the mercenary supermarket - never sell customer information. I want to see if they will enforce family law against you, or take me
Kill and silence."
The old man forced a smile and said: "Sister Harley, do you have any misunderstanding? I -"
Seeing Harley's sarcastic look, the old man stopped and asked, "What do you want? Actually, I like gambling and I really don't have much savings."
"Leave here first." Harry said.
When passing by the gate checkpoint, the old man almost couldn't hold back and shouted "Help" to the guard.
But Witch Harley is wearing a carbon nano body armor!
After leaving Heping Street safely, Harry smiled and said: "Very good, you have won my initial trust. Next, use your connections and in your name to help me recruit a group of lunatics who are not afraid of death."
"What are you going to do?" Gibbs asked fearfully.
She massacred the cathedral by herself before, but now she's recruiting troops, is she going to attack the city hall?
Two hours later, on Seventh Avenue in Manhattan, the BBC headquarters in Gotham.
On the 18th floor, there is the evening news broadcast room.
The daily "News Express" at seven o'clock is ongoing.
"After Mayor James's 'cathedral case briefing' ended this afternoon, Justice Payton issued the most wanted order, and the presidential envoy who participated in the trial of the monastery case also issued a statement——"
"Bang!" The door to the recording studio was kicked open, followed by the "click, click, click" of a machine gun pointing at the ceiling!
Harley, who was wearing black armor and a black cape, took the lead. With a wave of his hand, four machine gun boys rushed out from behind and quickly brought the scene under control.
"Hi, fellow viewers of Gotham, everyone must be fed up with the BBC that even the weather forecast may be a lie. Now let 'Quinn Broadcast' take you into a real adult world!"