When she returned to her apartment in Queens, as soon as the door opened, Harley found that she had no place to stand. The TV fell to the ground, splinters were scattered everywhere, the tempered glass coffee table was torn apart, the second-hand leather sofa was scratched, and the tables, chairs, fish tank, and vases were broken.
Wait, it's all messy and broken in the small living room.
Right in her parents' bedroom, Hallie could still hear her mother sobbing.
Her expression condensed, and she vaguely understood something.
"Woooooooo..." A fat bully dog came out of nowhere, ran to Harley, and rubbed her calf with its big meaty head.
"Duoduo, let's go play for now." After driving away the dog, Harley walked to the bedroom.
"Crack, click, click..." Walking through the living room, it was like lying on a mountain of garbage.
They saw Andy lying on the bed with a bruised nose and swollen face, covered in blood, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Mother Tracey wiped away her husband's tears while helping him wipe it.
Seeing that her lady's suit was neat and clean, and there were no scars on her body or face, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
When I heard my mother cry before, I was worried that she would be fucked by Heibang.
"I was at work before, and I rushed back after receiving a call from Andy. When I opened the door, I saw him lying limply in the living room." Tracey said blankly.
"Is he from Nicola?" Harley asked.
Andy only suffered flesh injuries and was not even unconscious. When he saw his daughter coming back, he opened his eyes.
His eyes were full of pain and despair.
"He asked me to pay off the debt of 300,000 US dollars before next Monday. He said that next time they will come with guns, and if they can't pay back the money, the whole family will-" Andy closed his eyes again.
"Isn't it 200,000? And the deadline is half a month." Harley said with a gloomy expression.
"Nicholas knows about me, knows that I will buy you to lose, knows that I will find a way to make you lose..." Andy smiled bitterly, "He was even worse than me, losing more than five million in interest.
Including compensation, one hundred thousand."
The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, "I'm willing to admit defeat, why should I take it out on you, and why should I talk about martial ethics?"
"They are a black nation, this is Gotham!" Tracey's face was ashen, as if she had lost her soul.
After a moment of silence, Harry asked in a low voice: "You have been to Wayne Manor. What did you gain?"
Except for meeting Bruce at school, it is very difficult to meet any Wayne at other times.
Andy is an unemployed gambler with no identity or status, so naturally he cannot see the other person whenever he wants.
He first found the butler Ah Fu, left his name and purpose with him, and then waited for Ah Fu's phone call to tell him that he was on the appointment list, and at what time and where he should wait for the summons, or to refuse.
Hallie only remembered Alfred calling their house, and Wayne didn't refuse Andy's request for a meeting. Maybe a large part of the reason was Bruce's relationship?
"I didn't go to Wayne Manor. Thomas Wayne made an appointment with me in the president's office of Wayne Group. He told me that as long as you can ensure your competitiveness in other sports, scholarships are not a problem..." An
Di's expression changed back and forth, ranging from shame and anger to frustration, and most of all, despair.
Harry frowned and said, "He refused to give us a loan?"
Andy's eyes drooped and he gritted his teeth and said: "He is not the only one in the office, maybe he is an employee of Wayne Group, maybe he is a guest of Thomas Wayne.
Wayne said that this was the first time he saw me, and he had never known me before. If he wanted him to help me, he had to at least give me a reason, his reason for helping me.
Then those two people were laughing lowly and looking at me with mocking eyes, so I left without looking back."
"Uh..." Harley didn't know what to say.
As if to prove his backbone to his daughter, Andy quickly added: "When I left, Thomas Wayne reached out and called me, he called 'Mr. Quinn,' but I didn't look back."
Harley's face changed several times and she wanted to laugh, but she couldn't laugh at this time.
After a long time, she sighed: "Wayne really has no reason to help us."
There are so many bankrupt families in Gotham. Even if Wayne is reincarnated, he cannot save everyone.
What's more, Wayne is not a Bodhisattva, but one of the largest capitalists in the United States.
Of course, from Andy's words, Harley had a vague feeling that Thomas Wayne might be willing to help his son's classmates... This willingness may be reluctant, but it does exist.
"You don't have to worry about loan sharking, I'll take care of it."
After Harley finished speaking, she turned around and walked to the living room.
After briefly tidying up the living room, it was getting dark, so Hallie went to the kitchen to make shredded beef and egg noodles for dinner.
After all this work, she felt sleepy and exhausted, so she took a shower and got into bed.
I don't know when it was, but Harley felt someone touching her face.
In an instant, her hair stood on end, and she was about to struggle to get up and punch the Black Bandit who was trying to invade her.
——She learned karate, and when she was ten years old, Andy couldn't beat her.
Who would have thought that with just one struggle, she would knock the person on her to the ground.
"Hey, why are you so strong?"
It's Tracy.
"Mom, why did you attack me at night?" Harley breathed a sigh of relief.
"Shh, don't be loud!" Tracey said in a low voice.
Harry glanced at the bedside table and saw that the fluorescent hands on the alarm clock stopped at about half past two.
"What happened again?" Harley asked angrily.
"Hurry up and put on your clothes. Let's leave Gotham overnight." Tracey urged in a low voice.
"What? Are you sleepwalking and talking in your sleep?" Harley said.
"Hey, let's run away! Andy's bad debt can't be paid back. We must run away and leave Gotham. Nicola won't be able to find us." Tracy said eagerly.
"Don't care about Andy?" Harry said blankly.
"I want to take care of it, but do I have the ability? He must be being watched by Nikola's people right now, and he won't be able to escape. Those gangsters are used to doing this and are very experienced.
Even the two of us might not be able to escape. We still have to disguise ourselves and leave from the roof.
Frank, I am a top student at the University of Michigan School of Management, why should I suffer this kind of crime?"
Seemingly realizing that she should not lose her temper with her daughter, she softened her tone and explained: "Nicola will not lose money. By next Monday, he will definitely kill Andy to warn those who owe him money, and then bring us two
Catch him, catch him... Believe me, being able to die happily at that time is also a kind of happiness."
There was deep fear in Tracy's words.
Harley was also infected by her fear, and her voice trembled unconsciously, "I have a way to pay back the money. Tomorrow I will go to the Rockefeller Building to apply for the 'Hundred Dollar Bill' job. If I succeed, I can get a lot of signing fees."
"Big money?" Tracy was a little confused.
"The superhero in Watchmen." Harley prompted.
"Oh, a cross-dressing gay guy wearing tight leather pants! But I remember the last generation of big money was men." Tracey looked disgusted.
"Perhaps, the National Bank wants to change its taste?" Harley asked uncertainly.
"You must be able to choose?" Tracy asked.
Harley shook her head.
"But if you stay here, you will definitely...be worse than dead." Tracy tried to pull her back again, "Hurry up and get dressed and follow me. I have packed my clothes and cash."
Harley held still, and Tracy couldn't pull her at all.
"If I can't choose big money, I'll ask my classmates to borrow it," she said.
"Harry, people's hearts are unpredictable. 300,000 is not a small amount. Your classmates..."
Tracy sighed and said sincerely: "Think about Andy's experience with Thomas Wayne. Those who can lend you three hundred thousand are powerful and wealthy people, and they are all shrewd and cold-blooded people. Your classmates may be willing to help you.
, but their parents have no reason to help you.
You go away with high hopes, and all you get is disappointment and humiliation."
Under normal circumstances, what Tracy said makes sense, but her situation is different, and if she gives up, Andy will die.
After thinking for a moment, Harley said in a deep voice: "Tracy, you can go alone, I want to give it a try. This time the disaster is difficult, if you come back, if you can't survive, at least you can escape."
"Why?" Tracy asked blankly.
"If I leave with you, Andy will definitely die miserably. If I stay, we will most likely be safe." Harley said with a faint smile.
"It's very likely that you will die." Tracy said excitedly.
Harley raised her eyebrows and said, "I'm really not afraid of death."
In the darkness, Tracy stared at her daughter for a long time, "I thought you didn't have deep feelings for Andy."
Harley stretched out her hand, patted her arm, and said with a smile: "If it were you, I would work hard to the end."
In any case, her life in this life comes from them.
Of course she still remembers her parents in her previous life, but that doesn't mean she has no obligations and responsibilities to her parents in this life.
Tracy shed tears silently for a while, then hesitated and said: "How about I stay too..."
"No, you leave!" Harley said firmly: "It's too dangerous for you and me to stay in this apartment. From tomorrow on, until the problem is solved, I will live in my classmate's house on the Upper East Side. It is absolutely safe."
Tracey was visibly relieved.
In fact, she regretted it as soon as she said "stay".
Now that her daughter insists on letting her go, she seems to feel less guilty?
Tracy lowered her head, opened the suitcase beside the bed, took out something and stuffed it into Harley's hand.
"Take this, I hope you don't need it."
Cold, heavy...it's a pistol!
Harley swallowed, "Where did you get it?"
"This is Gotham, it's everywhere." Tracy said casually.
"I remember in Tulsa, there was a time when you often went to Casapana to play with a gun. You should be able to use this Beretta, right?"
Kasapa is Harley's grandfather and taught Harley many skills, hunting is just one of them.
Hearing Grandpa's name again, a haze flashed in Harry's eyes.
"Beretta is an old friend." There was more indifference in her voice.
Tracy didn't hear the change in her tone, she just breathed a sigh of relief and warned again and again: "Remember, hit on the head and chest, don't hold back once you fire, don't be afraid of killing people, just treat it like beating pork. I'd rather you
If you become a murderer, don't let others steal your soul!"
Harley's mouth twitched a few times and asked: "You gave me the gun, what about you?"
"Don't worry, I still have a big guy." Tracy took out a big black thing and waved it in front of her daughter.
"Shit, submachine gun!" Harley was stunned.
The most commonly used one-handed submachine gun by Heibang in the movie.
"Having been in Gotham for more than a year, have you really worked at the Wayne Hotel? Or is it that the Wayne Hotel is a hotel in name but actually a killer organization?"
"I knew how to play with these things before I met your father. Don't forget, we are Americans! In the United States, how can we protect our family without guns?" Tracy said casually.
Harley also gave her mother a lift, climbed to the top floor with her, then accelerated her sprint, jumped to the top of another apartment building three meters away.
Well, the two buildings are close to each other, with only a narrow alley between them.
Harley was also worried that Tracy would fall, and it turned out that the "Harley Quinn" gene was indeed inherited from this woman.