"Sister, I'm busy now, what do you want me to do? If there is someone on the video tape label that you want to protect, you can talk about it later."
Harry took the mobile phone, walked to the corner and whispered.
“End the video now!” Sister Laurie shouted almost at the top of her lungs, breaking her voice.
It was the first time he saw her lose her temper. Although she didn't know why, Harry still pressed the pause button, and then asked curiously: "Is it the pressure from the Holy See?"
"It's not convenient to talk on the phone. Just listen to me and accept it as soon as it suits you. I'll fly to Gotham right now and let's talk in person." Laurie said solemnly.
"This..." Harley asked hesitantly: "Can the current evidence prove my innocence?
The video has not yet reached its climax. The scene where Archbishop Marvin pulls the entire church into the shadow realm is exciting, and it makes people believe that he is the real culprit of the murder in the cathedral last night.
Furthermore, I have one more thing to say to the audience before I have time - the masked murderer on Bali Street, she is not me, her face is covered!"
Laurie gritted his teeth and said: "I assure you, your performance tonight is perfect, but what you really said was superfluous!"
“OK, I understand, let’s withdraw now!”
For now, Sister Laurie's credibility is pretty strong with her.
…
Fifteen minutes later, the lobby on the first floor of the TV station building.
“Sister Harley, are you leaving now?”
Including Harley herself, a team of 12 robbers had gathered together and were preparing to run away. However, some robbers got involved and did not want to leave immediately.
“The mission has been completed, you might as well leave early.” Old Gibbs said.
"I said, let's leave after the work is done, who has any objections?" Harry looked around, but no one dared to say "no".
Then, Harley shouted to the big man in the team: "Pickup, bring the things."
“Bang!” The canvas bag can hold 50 kilograms of rice, and it is bulging with more than half of the bag of green banknotes.
Hallie took out a "tablet" and placed it on the ground. It was an electronic scale used by a female employee to control her weight.
“Well, 43 pounds, divided by 11, is four pounds per person, is that okay?”
“Sister Harley, there are 12 of us.” Old Gibbs said.
Harley said: “This money is all my own, so I don’t need to divide it.
I came here not to rob, let alone to create panic.
We are a justice team, here to uphold justice and uphold justice.
Now, my justice has been served.
Well, at least half stretched.
The achievement of my goal is the greatest gain, and money is the reward for you."
The money was easy to come by anyway. It was stolen from the GCPD anti-narcotics police.
“Sister Hallie, I’m not here to rob. I admire you, and committing crimes with you is my greatest reward.” A short female robber said excitedly.
Someone immediately responded with a look of lust on his face: "Yes, yes! Tonight's action is definitely the biggest and most glorious criminal activity in my life."
Hey hey hey, we hijacked the TV station, but we are still on the side of justice.
I believe that a hundred years from now, my grandson will proudly tell his grandsons about the great achievements of their ancestors.
I wonder if I can write an autobiography and make a movie in a while!
Sister Harley, I have to tell you first, if my identity is exposed and a reporter comes to interview me, I won’t refuse, is that okay?”
Hallie was very suspicious that this guy might take the initiative to expose himself.
"Stop talking nonsense, I'm the boss, you just listen to whatever I say, now let's divide the money on a big scale!" she said impatiently.
The robbers fell silent and watched as Old Gibbs grabbed the wads of dollar bills and put them on the scale.
After everything was over, Harley looked out the window at the night and smiled: "Now you leave the communicator behind, get your cell phones back, and then leave in the van we came from."
“Sister Ha, isn’t it? This is the foolproof retreat method you mentioned before?”
Old Gibbs almost lost his grip on his money bag, "Less than two streets away from the building, gcpd will tie us up tightly."
"I'm afraid, there is Sister Harley, she can take down the entire police station alone." One of the robbers said nonchalantly.
Other robbers were even eager to try, their faces full of excitement.
Harley pressed down her right hand to calm them down, and then smiled and said: "You go first, I will stay to take care of the hostages, and I will evacuate after you have completely left."
“Sister Harley, I will stay with you.” The female mercenary said excitedly.
“How can we let Sister Hallie stay? Since ancient times, we have never let the eldest daughter have a chance to marry him!” Old Gibbs also said.
But he did not volunteer to die for his eldest sister.
Harry said calmly: "I know what I know, let's wait and see the news..."
Although they didn’t understand what she was going to do, a group of mercenaries got into the van.
Because Harley, the mastermind, was still in the building, gcpd really didn't dare to stop them from leaving.
About half an hour later, Old Gibbs called to report that he was safe. Harry smiled slightly, entered the underground garage, and took out a silver coin.
After opening her owl glasses and confirming the summoning spell again, she took a deep breath, threw out the silver coin, and said quickly: "Summon Hell [email protected]Answer my call, the three witches in the carriage!"
“Ding ding ding…” There was only the sound of silver coins rolling on the cement floor, and nothing unusual appeared.
“Shit, the magic failed!”
Harry looked a little ugly, and tried again three times according to the records in the "Magic Book of Truth", but still no demon responded to her.
Suddenly, she recalled what the Demon of Joy said when he sent the silver coins - in my name, your silver coins can buy off any demon, as long as the price is enough.
"In the name of the joy of the Judge of Hell, Summon Hell [email protected] responds to my
Summon the three witches on the carriage!"
This time the silver coin she threw never fell. The moment it disappeared into the shadow world, a twisted gray mist appeared above Harry's head.
From the center of the fog came the sound of mechanical roaring, and there were two searchlights that looked like devil's eyes. The lights were shining in all directions in the underground garage.
“Boom!” The thick gray fog circled around Harry twice, fell to the ground, and dispersed, revealing the shabby yellow leather taxi inside.
Other than being shabby, they are almost the same as real American taxis.
Oh, there is still a difference. Ordinary cars only have one driver, but this hell taxi has three female drivers.
“Black Mage, why don’t you get in the car quickly? What are you doing there?” shouted the chicken-skinned old witch in the driver’s seat.
“We don’t want credit cards, we don’t want American knives that are depreciating every day, we want ancient Greek gold coins.” said the witch in the middle.
“You are stupid, she paid with Charon coins, which are much more valuable than ordinary ancient Greek gold coins.” said the witch in the passenger seat.
The voices of the three of them are almost the same, like chicken claws scratching on the glass.
Harry approached the taxi hesitantly and asked, "Are you the Three Carriage Witches?"
“Of course, isn’t it obvious?” the witches said together.
“But the Grimoire of Truth clearly states that a skeleton horse pulls a four-wheeled carriage.” Harry said.
“You stupid wizard with no brains, the Book of Truth was written hundreds of years ago and is long out of date. Look at the street, is there even a carriage?
Come on up, we’re talking hundreds of thousands per second, we don’t have time to quarrel with you.” The big witch in the driver’s seat said impatiently.
At this point, Harley could only hold her nose and open the car door... A strong smell of corpses hit her face.
“Holy shit!” Harley covered her face and backed away, “What did you load in the car?”
The leather car seat had holes everywhere, and there were still lumps of black and yellow slime stuck to it.
“What else can there be besides dead ghosts?” the two witches in the middle laughed.
The three witches in the co-pilot said: "In the past hundred years or so, we have hardly responded to the black magicians in the world because hell has opened a new highway.
Souls who have newly entered hell, in addition to riding on Charon’s broken ship, can also receive VIP service-that is, our special car transfer!"
“Third brother, you talk a lot of nonsense. If you have the time, you might as well clean up the carriage.” The big witch scolded.
So, the third child on the passenger side turned his head 180 degrees, made a "sneak" sound, spit out a gray white tongue three to four meters long, and licked the back seat, carpet, and roof of the car all over.
Her tongue retracted into her mouth, and she smacked it a few times with a look of aftertaste on her face, "I've been saving it for decades, it's really mellow!"
Harry got into the car with a white face, and was surprised to find that the smell was really gone and the air was fresher than ever.
“Hey, stop looking around, Black Mage, where are you going?”
“Gotham Pier 4, do you know the way?”
“Words are power, little girl! As long as you name the place, we will know where it is.” The two witches chuckled and stepped on the accelerator.
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The car pulled out a long colorful neon line at the boundary between the material world and Limbo. The scenery in front of Harry changed rapidly. In an instant, he rushed out of the surrounding GCPD outside the building. In an instant, he left the bustling street with busy traffic. In an instant, he came to
To the deserted wilderness, for a moment——
“Hey, wait, how did you get to this place? Do you really know the way?” Harley slapped the front seat hard.
I don’t know what the big witch muttered, and the next moment, the car returned to the bustling city.
“Creak~~” The car stopped.
“Click!” The car door did not open automatically, but there was a locking sound.
While Harry was puzzled, the great witch said numbly: "Thank you for your patronage, 200 Charon silver coins."
"What?" Harry almost jumped up, "Are you crazy? I can see clearly in the "Magic Book of Truth" that within a hundred kilometers, there are only two or three Greek silver coins, and I am less than ten cents——
--Well!"
Harry's big eyes popped out and she was dumbfounded.
Just on the taxi meter in the front seat, the electronic odometer showed: 4589 kilometers.
“Shit, I know, this is a black taxi!”
Looking back at the wilderness before, she still didn’t understand what was going on.
“I’ve also been in a black taxi, but you guys are too dark, right? You’ve almost circled the United States, why don’t you just circle the earth?” Harley said angrily.
“We had this idea, but you discovered it on the way.” The two witches in the middle muttered.
“Pay the money quickly! Otherwise I will drag you back to hell.” The big witch said viciously.
"We smelled it. You have a lot of Charon silver coins in your pocket." The three witches turned their heads and looked greedily at Harley's backpack.
Harry tried to open the car door, and sure enough it was locked.
"Do you know who I am? If you dare to hack me, are you looking down on Boss Huanxi?" Harley sneered.
"There are many people who know the Hell Judge. If you have the guts, you can summon it." The big witch sneered.
“Don’t pretend to be powerful, you are a novice dark wizard who doesn’t even have magic power, just accept your fate!” the second witch chuckled.
“Just think of black magic as a backlash. You are a black magician, so you should get used to magic failure and magic backlash. After all, this is the price of black magic!” the three witches laughed.
Harley's face was filled with uncertainty, and she already had a baseball bat in her right hand. She could just shout "Hallelujah" and crack three people's heads like watermelons!
Three witches who don’t even have titles in hell, can they withstand the “stick of God”?
But, is it worth exposing your trump card for three low-level demons who don’t even have titles?
While hesitating, Harley suddenly had an idea and tossed out the silver coin again.
"Summon [email protected]In the name of Satan’s judge’s joy, summon the devil to rejoice!