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Chapter 116: The World's No. 1 Fighting Arena

  One month later.

 Greenwich Village, the pier off Twelve Avenue.

It’s hot in July, and the night wind brings a little bit of coolness from the river.

  Under the yellow streetlight, Harley, wearing a cool suspender skirt, was saying goodbye to a tall and strong black girl with short hair.

“Amanda, you are really capable, stay and help me, we can work together to build a kingdom in Gotham.” Harley said sincerely.

Amanda Waller shook her head, her expression was indifferent, and she was not touched by Sister Harley's "deep affection".

“If it weren’t for Laurie’s order, I wouldn’t have come to Gotham at all, let alone waste my precious time and energy on dealing with Black Country affairs.”

 Well, a month ago, after taking over Nicola's territory, Hallie was like Sister Laurie asking for help.

In fact, she has no shortage of people around her. The old godfather borrowed 10 gunmen to help her suppress dissent. The Falcone family has specialized lawyers and accounting firms. She can choose several "strategists" who specialize in handling trivial matters.

After the news of Sister Hallie’s “opening in the hall” spread, countless “reckless heroes” came to visit.

 This also includes old Gibbs, the "waiter" of the mercenary supermarket.

 Well, something happened to him. He was fired from Mercenary Supermarket and became unemployed at home.

With these people, Harry can easily suppress the territory and little brother left by Nicola.

 But among so many subordinates, none of them are truly trustworthy.

The big black girl Pulika is capable and familiar with her, so she is a good choice for the second boss, but Harley is too embarrassed to try to take advantage of Boss Sass.

 So, Harley asked Laurie for help, hoping to send a trustworthy and powerful agent to help her at least complete the initial team formation.

In addition to the lack of trustworthy talents, Harley is also expressing her attitude to Laurie: Although I accidentally became a black boss, I have not forgotten my identity.

 A few months ago, her thoughts would have been relatively simple, but after being taught by the old godfather for two months, Harley's mentality and outlook have really become much more "mature".

 She became ambitious.

If while controlling the power of Taoism, she can also borrow the resources of the US government to take advantage of both black and white, can she take off?

Not only is the rise in wealth and power, what Harley still values ​​​​more is personal strength.

 For example, now, just half a month after the opening of the boxing ring, she has reached level 25 and has been promoted four levels.

 The boxing ring is the safest, most reliable, stable and efficient source of experience points.

The soaring wealth also allowed her to use unlimited mountains and sea flavors to raise the expertise of food defense to level 4 to digest high -level toxins.

 Proteins, heavy metals, and chemical toxins can hardly harm her.

If there are no supernatural objects, she can digest most of the poisons in the world as food.

 In addition to the digestion of toxins, the physical strength and recovery speed brought by swallowing food are also greatly improved.

 Harley has been tested in her own exclusive exercise room. As long as sports drinks are provided uninterrupted, she can run on the treadmill at a speed of 10 meters per second for two days and two nights, or even longer.

 She stopped only because she was mentally exhausted.

Then, the trouble comes, ordinary food can no longer improve the food defense feat.

She must eat "strange objects" to level up

 Recovering from the memories, Harley continued to persuade: "You also know that my 'Super Fighting Competition' plan will definitely attract a large number of super humans in the future.

In this way, can’t we just sit at home and have all kinds of information about extraordinary people on the table?”

Amanda shook her head: "It is precisely because Director Lowry and I agree with your plan that I will come to help you for a month.

 But that’s all.

 Almost all the members of the "Quinn Family" today were selected by me through the government database.

 Not to mention that everyone is "clean", at least your younger brother is cleaner than other black families in Gotham.

The people are in order, the general framework of the gang has been established, and the rest is just slowly accumulating.

Even if I stay, I will still play the role of a housekeeper. You can choose anyone with experience to do the job."

“Okay, let’s work together again if we have a chance.” Harley sighed.

 Watching Waller get into the taxi, she slowly walked back.

There is a rectangular warehouse on the edge of the Hudson River, four stories high and 30 meters by 50 meters in size. In front of the door is a dock where ships dock, and behind the door is a parking lot on a cement floor.

 A month ago, cargo ships from all over the world approached the dock, unloaded their goods, and stored them in the nearby warehouse. Then freight vehicles from Gotham City entered through the back door, loaded the goods and sent them to various parts of New York State.

A month later, the back door of the warehouse facing 14th Avenue was hung with a neon sign saying "The World's No. 1 Fighting Arena", and the front and back doors were filled with luxury cars of various styles.

Across the street, you can hear the roar of people in the warehouse, shouts, cheers, and the DJ's announcement.

 “Sister Harley!”

Before Harley even got close to the back door, a capable black girl gunman with a huge "H" printed on the chest of her T-shirt greeted her respectfully.

 “Stay vigilant and ensure the safety of every guest.” Harley nodded and continued walking forward.

On the streets and parking lots within a hundred meters of the warehouse, there are 20 "guards" arranged by her. They are all gunmen with live ammunition. There are men and women, mostly young people under the age of 25. They all worship "Harry"

sister".

 Crime Alley was not originally called Crime Alley, but "Park Street".

After the death of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, that relatively prosperous and peaceful neighborhood became the notorious "Crime Alley."

Within half a year, it became the most desolate and poor neighborhood in Gotham. The cabaret theater near the point of death of the Waynes and his wife was closed down.

Why?

People die every day in Gotham. Deaths are not unusual. However, the death of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne was a major event that shook Gotham.

Even Mr. and Mrs. Wayne are dead, why are other wealthy people still willing to go near that neighborhood?

 Without the wealthy people from the Upper East Side, who will spend money?

 Hence, protecting wealthy customers is the first rule observed by both black and white businesses in Gotham.

 “Sister Hallie!” As soon as they arrived at the back door, two sunny and handsome young men in neat suits bent down and bowed, and helped Hallie open the glass door.

 They also wore a golden brooch with the letter "H" on their chests.

Harry didn't even look at these two people.

The gunman is still her little brother, but these waiters come from major colleges and universities in Gotham. They are educated, polite, and good-looking. They work part-time here to earn living expenses.

 If a rich woman or rich man likes them, they can leave at any time as long as they say hello to the manager.

 When you enter the gate, the noise and neon lights rush towards you, eager to fill your eyes and ears.

 The hall converted from a warehouse is more than 1,000 square meters, and the upper and lower stands are packed with people.

 The fighting arena is on the pool in the center of the hall.

 Warehouses and pools are not contradictory.

 Because the warehouse is by the river, a waterway is opened to the Hudson River, and small cargo ships can directly enter the warehouse.

 Just like the Sihang Warehouse in the movie "Eight Hundred".

 Harley covered the waterway with steel plates and carpets, and erected a ring half a meter above the ground in the large pool at the end of the waterway.

 The spectators were blocked by fences and watched the competition through a two-meter-wide canal. The boxers had no fences and were often knocked away, hitting the railing in front of the spectators and falling into the pool awkwardly.

 Very exciting.

“Sister Harley, Ophina is gone?” As soon as he returned to the exclusive private room on the second floor, old Gibbs, wearing a red bow tie and a black tuxedo, came over with a smile on his face.

“Alas, she is a talent, but she just wants to make a quick buck and refuses my offer to stay.” Harley lay on the soft boss chair, and a bikini waitress immediately brought her a cup of iced macchiato coffee.

Looking down at the noisy boxing ring below, blowing the air conditioner, and taking a sip of iced coffee, Harley felt as if she had become a king.

“Ophina doesn’t look like an ordinary person, so it’s good to leave.” Old Gibbs breathed a sigh of relief.

 He has always regarded Amanda as the biggest competitor for "Sister Harley's number one confidant".

“What’s going on these days?” Harley asked casually while enjoying the boxing match.

The governance structure of Hong Kong associations is generally: Zuiguan (boss), red stick (gunner), white paper fan (lawyer, military adviser, accountant), straw sandals (foreign affairs officer), and forty-nine (ordinary younger brothers).

 Old Gibbs had a wide network of contacts, was well-informed, and was responsible for contacting internal and external affairs. He was equivalent to a "straw shoe".

However, his "straw sandals" are closer to the Bolsheviks, and his status is higher.

 But he does not have any personnel or financial power.

 Old Gibbs stood on the edge with his hands hanging down, thinking: "Our other 12 boxing gyms in Gotham are all running well, and there are no big troubles. As for Gotham..."

“The case of the missing street children was finally investigated by the GCPD, um, Detective Jim Gordon. A man and a woman, in the name of a charity, trapped young men and women in large numbers.”

 “For human organs, or for sex karma?” Harley asked with a frown.

 “I don’t know.” Old Gibbs handed a newspaper to Harley.

“The GCPD didn’t investigate clearly, but I can guess that there was a big force behind the man and woman. Then, with the intervention of the big shots in the police department, the criminal was regarded as mentally ill and sent to Arkham Asylum, and the case was hastily closed.”

Harry's movement of flipping through the newspaper froze. She saw a black and white photo, a group photo of a group of rescued orphans. One of them had a round face, which seemed to be Selena.

 Old Gibbs continued, “A few days ago another cross-dressing hero appeared, and everyone called him ‘Balloon Man’.

 Balloon Man is different from previous cross-dressing heroes.

He is not interested in bank robbers, but is specifically targeting the notorious rich and powerful in Gotham who have escaped legal sanctions.

There have been three victims so far, including a wealthy businessman from the Upper East Side, a police sergeant who collected protection fees from street shops, and a parish priest who sexually assaulted boys.

 They were hung by balloonists on weather balloons and died without a burial place.

 Bo SS, I think you should be more careful recently and don’t go out alone.

 The balloon man came and went without a trace, and the victims were hung on the balloon without noticing."

"What do you mean? I am a serious businessman, why should I be careful about cross-dressing heroes?" Harley threw away the newspaper and said with a dull face.

“Well, Sister Harley, I’m not targeting you. In fact, based on my experience of living for decades, cross-dressing heroes always like to take action on the popular hey road bosses.” The old man said sarcastically.

 “Stop talking nonsense, go find Selina Kyle for me.” Harley shouted.

"No need to look for it, I'm here." The waitress outside opened the door, and Selena, wearing a gorgeous blue dress with rhinestones, walked in.

  Harley saw that her hair had been specially styled, and she looked like a green tea bitch from the Upper East Side. She couldn't help but asked curiously: "Are you married to a rich man, or are you planning to become a sugar daddy?"

Selena unexpectedly fell silent, with a gloomy look on her face, "The second generation of rich people failed."

Harry glanced at Old Gibbs and did not delve into the topic for the time being. Instead, she asked: "What's going on with the kidnapping case of the waif? Why don't you come to me?"

“When I need you, it’s too late to look for you; when I don’t need help, there’s no need to look for you.

I don’t know whether the other party is a cult or a human trafficking organization. They have been abducting homeless children on the streets for the past six months.

 I'm not that stupid to let those guys succeed.

 It's just that people make mistakes. I happened to be caught by the GCPD when I was stealing something, and it was that Jim Gordon.

 He took me to the police station and then arranged for me to go to the North State Orphanage with other street children.

 guess what the result was?"

Selena said in disbelief: "GCPD has simply set a new lower limit of incompetence!

 Human traffickers drove a yellow school bus to the police station. They thought we were visitors from the orphanage and packed us inside, just like throwing garbage into a garbage truck. They did it perfunctorily.

 I have suffered a terrible disaster.

 Thanks to my quickness and cleverness, I not only escaped by myself, but also exposed the traffickers' lair to the GCPD.

 It’s a pity that even if ‘Heroic Detective’ Jim Gordon personally leads the team, the GCPD will always be the GCPD.

 It was clear that a well-organized criminal gang even controlled an independent dock, but the police detectives only arrested the female trafficker who went to the streets to defraud homeless children, and had no idea of ​​​​following the clues.

The procuratorate went even further. They thought the woman was mentally ill and simply sent her to Arkham and closed the case.

They don’t care at all about where the homeless children who disappeared in the past six months have gone or how to rescue them.”


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