The sky is like the face of a husband who discovered that his wife was cheating on someone else. It is green and black, and contains a hint of anger.
The black Audi S8 turned into an old and dirty street. The tires drove on the bumpy cement ground for about ten minutes. After crushing the bulging belly of a dead cat, it slowly stopped at the entrance of a four-story nightclub.
On both sides of the road, more than a dozen cars of various types were parked, and exciting music penetrated through the windows and wooden doors and broke into the ears of pedestrians on the street.
“Is it here?” From the driver's seat, Harley tilted her head and asked.
Her dress today is similar to that when she accompanied Lao Kamai to meet Fish.
Hip-hop style loose T-shirt made of bulletproof fabric, jeans changed into hot pants, and a pair of fashionable zebra striped sneakers.
Don't blame her for sparing her life, she really has too many enemies, and like a second shoe that has not yet landed, she always knew that the Crusaders hired assassins to kill her, but the assassins never showed up.
So, whenever she leaves the fighting arena protected by dozens of younger brothers, she will wear clothing made of bulletproof fabrics.
“Casanova nightclub shit, it smells so bad, what did it hit?”
Constantine, who was in the back seat, opened the door and stuck his head out, holding his nose and cursing.
"This neighborhood." Harry turned around and looked around. This neighborhood was as barren and dirty as Bali Street.
“That’s it.” Constantine said after double checking the signboard above the nightclub.
After Harley got out of the car, she lowered her head to check the wheels. Suddenly she looked at the right rear wheel and said, "Constantine, come here and take a look."
“Is this the body of a cat or a dog? The stench comes from here. Jersey City is also a big city. Why is the body smelling so bad and no one cleans it up?” Constantine frowned.
"You didn't feel it? There was a faint smell of hell." Harley glanced at him, "This cat may have died in the hands of the devil, and its soul and life force were sucked away, so it rotted quickly."
Constantine's expression became concentrated. He stretched out his right hand and dipped his index finger into the green-brown meat paste. Then he put it in his mouth and made a "squeaking" sound.
“Ouch” Harry took a few steps back and looked at him with a somewhat frightened look.
"Zed, do you still dare to kiss him?" she said to the gentle woman who came over.
Zed looked normal. He only glanced at the tires curiously, then turned to stare at the nightclub with roaring music.
“There was a case of black magic being performed in a nightclub and it lasted for a very long time,” she said.
Constantine had enough instigation, and spat a stinking, gray spit on the ground, nodded and said: "Cats are the most common sacrifices.
This cat was unlucky and happened to run into a certain ghost."
Then, he smiled again, “I’m sure, this is Alex Logue’s new home.”
“What’s new?” Harry raised his eyebrows.
“He originally lived in Newcastle and just moved here a few years ago, so of course it’s a new home.”
Constantine explained as he walked to the nightclub: "Decades ago, didn't you have a giant alien octopus from the Watcher Pharaoh?
Telepathy killed millions of people, leaving most of the city's buildings vacant.
Even the prosperous Manhattan has been desolate for several years. No one dared to move here, but city residents continued to move out. They were all afraid of the second wave of attacks.
The American government needed a large number of immigrants to fill the city, so it went to old Europe to find poor people who were not afraid of death.
In order to get a free house and a huge living allowance, Alex's father responded to the call and moved his family to Jersey City.
However, Old Logue was also afraid that the alien octopus would destroy his family, so he left his son Alex in his hometown of Newcastle under the care of his father.
Alex is ten years older than me. He is very talented and has made a name for himself in the British wizarding community early on.
When Chas and I were fifteen, we apprenticed with him for a summer.
Besides being a womanizer and a drinker, he is almost a perfect friend.
Four years ago, old Locke died of illness, and Alex moved here to inherit the family property.”
A few people were talking and had already entered the nightclub.
Stepping through the gate, it was like entering another world. The noise and brilliance were like a tsunami, full of pressing pressure, covering the three of them.
The DJ with colorful long hair on the stage, swinging wildly.
Music seems to be bombarding your ears.
Men and women, dressed in cool clothes, single or double, enter a state of selflessness, leaving behind the worries and constraints of the world.
At least for this moment, they are completely free.
Hallie and the other three did not go to the dance floor, but passed several wine tables and went straight to the bar.
There were several strong men in studded leather vests chatting and drinking, and a green man was lying on the table sucking a "white line".
“Wow, a pretty boy and two beauties, where did you come from?” Seeing the three of them, two “red necks” immediately whistled and stood up, eager to try.
Others also followed suit, their eyes full of banter and lewdness.
Constantine took a step forward and protected the two girls behind him. Just when he was about to call out the name of his old friend, the green-haired black man who sucked the white line raised his head and glanced at Harley with only one eye hazy, then his expression changed drastically and he screamed.
Say out loud: "Shit, Witch Harley! It's Sister Harley, Doug, Dick, don't be stupid."
"Witch Harley?" The expressions of several gangsters immediately changed, and the "red necks" also turned pale.
“Sister Harley, I’m sorry, I drank too much and didn’t recognize you.” Their voices were trembling.
Constantine, who was preparing to defend his beauty heroically, stayed where he was, confused by the strong contrast in attitude.
Harry looked past Constantine, glanced around the bar, and said calmly: "Is the boss Alex Logue here?"
The bartender behind the bar stammered: "Sister Harley, hello, Boss Alex is holding a silver party in the underground dance hall."
The green-haired man jumped up to Harley, nodded and said: "I am Robin, Iron-Headed Robin. My blasting skills are not inferior to those of the Bomber who bombed the munitions factory earlier and bombed Old Kamai with 120 million.
I went to the fighting arena to participate in boxer selection a few months ago, does Sister Hallie still remember?"
“Forgot.” Harley said simply, directly and nonchalantly.
Lv Mao's face stiffened for a moment, then he smiled and said: "No wonder, there were 20 friends who went there with me that day, Sister Harley."
“Get out of the way.” Harley waved her hand impatiently.
The green-haired Robin stepped back a few steps, moved out of the way, and said flatteringly: "How about I help the elder sister call Old Loge over?"
“Don’t call me eldest sister, you don’t deserve it.”
At this moment, Harley is not alone. Brother Joy and Brother Pain are with her.
Green-haired Robin's face trembled, and he wanted to show a resentful expression in his heart, but the remaining consciousness after flying high forced a humble smile on his face.
The whole black face is distorted and weird.
“Sorry to bother you, Sister Hallie.”
He bowed and returned to the bar.
The other people around him all had cautious expressions and their eyes flickered from side to side.
No one spoke, the dance hall was noisy, but they felt it was very quiet here for some reason.
Constantine felt that Harley was going too far and made the atmosphere so stiff and awkward.
“You, come here and lead the way.”
Harry took the initiative at this time, raised his finger at the bartender, and gave an order casually.
"Okay, Sister Harley." The bartender put down the cup and towel, hurriedly opened the small door and ran out.
“I’m afraid those guys will shoot us half-way.”
Walking on the stairs to the first floor, Constantine complained.
“They don’t dare.” Harry said calmly.
“He is as respectful as a pug in front of you, why do you have to be so mean.” He wondered.
“If I put a mask on my face when facing that kind of pleasure and pretend to face it against my will, who am I to be a big boss?” Harley said disapprovingly.
Constantine was speechless.
The bartender tried his best to pretend that he was deaf, walked to the basement door in silence, and then said softly: "Sister Harley, I probably can only bring you here.
boss Locke once sternly warned us not to come to the first floor, let alone touch the door without being summoned."
He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said: "It seems to be related to black magic."
Harry took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket, stuffed it into his shirt pocket, waved his hand and said, "You go ahead, we'll call the door ourselves."
“Thank you, Sister Harley!” The bartender looked grateful and bowed several times before turning and leaving.
Constantine subconsciously touched his shriveled trouser pocket and said with envy: "You are so generous. I have never seen anyone tip with a hundred dollar bill."
“You saw it today!”
Harry took a step forward and was about to knock on the door, but Constantine immediately stopped him: "Don't touch the door, there is a little trap."
He took a step forward, put his index and middle fingers together to form sword fingers, pressed them between his eyebrows, and recited a few ancient Celtic phrases.
Then Harley saw a white light the size of a firefly emerge from his finger.
“You really have magic power!” She asked curiously: “At what age did you awaken your magic power?”
“15 years old? I’m not sure because my talent is not very good and my magic power is very thin.”
Constantine said as he tapped the door with his fluorescent sword.
Faint red, magic runes flashed, and the two iron-wrapped doors opened automatically.
The next moment, Harley's expression changed drastically. In addition to the noise of heavy metal music, there was also the smell of blood hitting her face.
It was pungent and fishy, and the smell almost solidified into a substance that could be chewed with teeth, almost overwhelming her consciousness.
When Harley was a street child, she often walked in the dark and remote alleys of Gotham. One time she passed a slaughterhouse. Americans don't eat offal parts, nor do they nibble off the edges like heads. It's very wasteful.
More than a dozen butchers in that slaughterhouse were busy dismantling the bones, throwing the cow's head with pale eyes, organs, big bones, fascia, and scraps of meat into the corner, and piled them together, oozing black and red
The blood flowed into a stream, and a cloud of flies fell down.
Now, she saw a similar scene again.
But this time it was not cattle or sheep that were cut into pieces, but people!
The "parts" of dozens of people piled up into a small wet lake in the center of the hall with flickering ambiguous lights.
“Ugh!” British girl Zed vomited.
“Puke!” Constantine’s legs were so weak that they turned into noodles. He walked crookedly for a few steps and fell to the ground, vomiting.
“No, please, open it, God!”
The little girl's pleading sound came from deep in the hall.
The voice is weak and pitiful.
ifies
The girl was panting rapidly, and the delicate female voice became high-pitched, rough, and harsh, "Hahahahaha, ahhahahaha, that's it, get happy and dance."
Harry's pretty face turned pale, but her eyes were particularly sharp. She stepped forward and looked at the place where the sound came from.
In front of the body parts and rotten flesh is a small stage, similar in layout to the ballroom on the first floor.
It can be guessed that this place was originally an extremely private small nightclub.
An eleven or twelve-year-old girl, with messy blond hair and a naked body, danced ballet on the stage.
Her movements were extremely graceful, with a kind of "art that was almost Taoist" rhythm, and Harry was stunned.
Suddenly, the Level 2 Will Defense Specialty was activated, and Harry felt a stream of cold water pouring down on his head, and he suddenly woke up.
Then, she was shocked to find that she was also in a ballet posture.