Harley stood three steps away, pointed at the four corpses slowly falling along the steel cable, and said with a smile: "All your companions are dead, surrender."
Before he finished speaking, it was theoretically time to throw down the paralyzed Bronze Tiger. The tiger roared, kicked off the ground with both hands and legs, and pounced towards Harley like a toad.
Harry smiled coldly, stepped forward with his right foot, and whipped his left leg towards the chin of the copper tiger like a whip.
When there was no time to react, Tonghu retracted his hands and put his elbows in front of him.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and Harley took a step back. The bronze tiger flew two meters upside down, rolled on the ground several times, and jumped up suddenly like a spring that was compressed to the extreme. "Choke!" He was already in mid-air, already quickly.
Pull out the katana from your backpack.
The white and cold cold air shone on Harry's face, causing goosebumps to appear on his skin.
“Bang!” Harley took a step back, drew her gun and fired.
“Chi!” The bronze tiger immediately turned into a paper tiger and fell to the ground.
He killed Harley with decisive force, unable to dodge at all, so he was shot at close range.
“You used a gun?!” He put his knife on the ground, covered his abdomen with his left hand, and half-knelt on the ground. His expression and eyes were full of disbelief and silent accusation.
“You practice swordsmanship, and I practice spearmanship. You don’t use weapons, and I don’t use weapons. If you use weapons, I will use them too. It’s fair.”
Harry pointed at the dozen gunmen standing side by side behind him, "Look at them, they are all standing aside and not moving."
“Okay, no need for weapons.” Tonghu threw the knife on the ground, clenched his fists, and rushed towards Harley again.
Harry sheathed her gun, suppressed the smile and carelessness on her face, looked solemn, and waved her fist in the air.
Bronze Tiger may not be as good as Siwa, but the two are definitely martial artists of the same level.
Siva is better than skill and speed, Bronze Tiger is better than physical strength and strength.
Hallee may be restrained by Siwa, but she is not afraid of Bonghu competing with her in terms of physical fitness.
Especially when he got shot.
Even if he really masters any magical skills, Harley can make up for his technical shortcomings with his "rough skin and thick flesh".
The two of them were punching and kicking back and forth, their movements were as fast as lightning, their moves were powerful and heavy, and their fists collided like thunder.
Stamped on the ground and the floor exploded.
Looking at the people around me, they were trembling with fear and their faces were full of horror.
Looking at the situation, it was much better than the last time we played against Siwa, and Harley clearly had the upper hand.
"Ah, stop fighting, stop fighting!" At this moment, a tall blond old man ran out from the door of the hotel and started shouting from a distance.
“Miss Harley, shoot him with a gun and end this matter quickly. I still have to do business and I can’t make headlines. Don’t do it in front of the hotel.”
“Bang!” Tonghu turned his back and raised his leg to kick, and Harley punched out. He used the force to rush forward, his body was like a cannonball, and he came to the golden-haired old man like lightning.
“Oh, No” the old man didn’t have time to moan, before he was grabbed by the collar and thrown out as easily as a plastic molded person.
Harry sided to avoid it, and the old man on the plane squeaked and fell solidly to the ground.
By this time, Tonghu had already infiltrated into the crowd of waiters and hotel guests, and rushed into the hotel lobby.
There were a lot of idlers, and the gunmen did not get orders and did not dare to shoot indiscriminately.
Halley, with a straight face, led people to search randomly, and of course they lost the black martial arts master Tong Hu.
“Go and discuss with him the compensation for damage to the hotel.”
Harry pointed to the nose of the plane that was being helped up, and said to old Gibbs.
Then she waved her hand, and twenty commandos inside and outside the hotel, carrying seven body bags, retreated to the bus quickly and neatly.
The bus started and disappeared before everyone’s eyes.
Then, the GCPD agreed to arrive belatedly.
The whole raid process took no more than a quarter of an hour.
Other than the broken glass falling in front of the hotel and pools of blood, nothing seems to have changed in Gotham tonight.
Half an hour later, even the GCPD left the hotel.
At about one o'clock in the morning, a well-dressed, gentle-mannered middle-aged gentleman walked to the door of the hotel and looked around with interest.
The lobby manager who supervises employees to clean up broken glass, just by looking at him, you can tell that he is an "old money man".
He immediately went up to us, saluted respectfully, and said with a smile: "Sir, do you need a reservation or other services? It's cold outside, please come inside with me."
The middle-aged gentleman, holding a civilized stick, stretched out his nose and sniffed around, "This smell"
The manager thought he smelled blood, his face changed slightly, and he said awkwardly: "There were internationally wanted criminals who disguised their identities and sneaked into our hotel, but don't worry, the police have already"
“No, no, no, it’s not bloody, it is”
The gentleman waved his hand, walked to the fountain pool, bent down, and picked up a germinated seed from the gap between the stone slabs.
"It's it, Tian Hu Kui." He twirled the "bean sprouts" and sniffed it lightly at the end of his nose, "Ah, the pure power of nature, so wonderful, I want to tear her apart immediately."
"Sir, what did you say?" The manager twitched his face a few times and said cautiously: "Do you need geranium, or hemp grass, or flour?"
He felt that the gentleman was in high spirits.
Or, you need to fly.
“Get me a room.”
The gentleman exerted force on his fingertips, and the juice from the "mung bean sprouts" exploded, leaving two green stains on his white gloves.
“Sir, what’s your surname? I’ll register it for you.” The manager’s smile became more sincere.
The gentleman adjusted his small round glasses and said with a smile: "You can call me Dr. A'Kane (ps). I was invited by Gotham University to give an academic lecture on the 'A'Kane's Potion'."
“Oh, he turns out to be a great scholar.” The manager first complimented and then asked curiously: “What disease does Arcane’s medicine treat?”
“Hehe, it is an exterminating herbicide that can even kill the ‘forest spirits’ in myths and legends!” Akane said with a strange expression.
Midnight, three o'clock in the morning, Gotham West City.
Inside an Audi car on the street.
The car lights were not turned on and the curtains were drawn, making it completely dark.
Harley was leaning on the driver's seat and taking a nap. Beside Ivy, she was holding a chopstick-high green geranium, with leaves the size of wine bottle caps swaying gently.
Ivy listened intently and said: "The little tramp said, oh, you are injured, do you want to go to the hospital?
The Bronze Tiger was groaning, and he shouted to the tramp, "Go away, even if I am injured, it will not be more difficult to crush you to death than to crush a bed bug."
The homeless man seemed to be afraid and left. No, he didn't leave. There was only concern in his voice. My name is Thomas Kane. I mean no harm. You were shot and you are bleeding. Look at me, the homeless man is slapping himself.
I don’t have any weapons on my clothes, I just want to use toilet paper to help you stop the bleeding.”
Ivy awakened her magic power that day when she learned the "cost magic" escape room technique.
Half a year has passed and my magic power has not increased much, but I have learned a few plant magics.
She likes the magic that controls the growth of plants the most, and almost regards it as her own destiny.
The geranium cultivated through her magic power, if the seeds come from the same plant, can have the magical effect of "plant telephone".
The seeds that had fallen into Okada’s hair and money bag had quietly sprouted without even realizing it.
The young leaves are like microphones, collecting nearby sounds and transmitting them to the "ears" of the plant in Ivy's hand within one kilometer.
But only Ivy can hear it.
Harley was listening to her "talking about stand-up comedy".
Madam Xanadu once said that swamp monsters can peer into and listen to the world through any plant on the earth, and even convey messages and power.
You can also use plants as "Flying Thunder God Marks" to teleport instantly.
Ivy doesn’t have Swamp Thing’s divine power or authority over all things green, but she shouldn’t be as weak as she is now.
It is a pity that the previous generation of swamp monsters was killed, and this generation of swamp monsters was not born. The green of all things was "locked" in the core of the Plant Council, and Ivy could not borrow its power.
All said and done, Ivy is still borrowing the power of the gods.
Harley was even certain that on the day when the magic awakened, Ivy had been branded with the mark of March by Hecate without anyone noticing.
“Harley, Bronze Tiger is asking the homeless man to get the warhead for him. As long as there is a companion in Gotham, he will not trust a homeless man he has just met.
So, we don’t need to ‘take a long time to catch the big fish’ anymore.” Ivy rubbed her dry eyes and yawned.
Harley opened her eyes and frowned: "The mighty Shadow Warriors Alliance doesn't even have a Gotham branch?"
Obviously, she let Bonghu go on purpose.
During the previous fight, she secretly left a seed in his hood, hair, and pocket.
Otherwise, according to her style, there would be no fair duel, and she would have beaten him into "Xu Wenqiang" with random shots.
The reason for this plan was that after hearing the three keywords "Ninja Master, Church of Blood, and Shadow Warriors Alliance", Harley recalled the plot of the "Batman Trilogy" and felt that the Shadow Warriors were so famous that they must be installed in Gotham.
It has gained quite a bit of power.
Hmm, last time Siwa only said that he was in the Assassin organization, but did not say that the organization was called the "Shadow Warriors Alliance (Assassin's Alliance)".
“If Kagemusha had a ‘branch’ in Gotham, Bronze Tiger and the others wouldn’t have to stay in a hotel, and they would personally arrange for Okada to come to our fighting arena to test your foundation,” Ivy complained.
Harley said: "The killer organization is not a company after all. If anyone in the organization comes to Gotham to 'go on a mission', they all go to the sub-rudder to stay and eat. If someone fails, the sub-rudder is at risk of being exposed."
"Now what?"
The sleepiness and exhaustion were clearly written on Ivy’s face.
“Forget it, I’ll go catch Bonghu.”
Harry sighed, sent a message on the walkie-talkie, opened the car door himself, walked through the alley, and walked towards the back street.
She was wearing bulletproof armor underneath and a long sky blue trench coat with a high collar turned up, covering half of her face. With her hands in her pockets, she casually walked past a KFC and entered a dark alley next to it.
The Bronze Tiger is deep in the alley.
After walking seven or eight steps, we came to the back door of KFC. A thin homeless man wearing a black leather jacket was leaning on the trash can and rummaging through it.
Harley glanced at him. If she guessed correctly, this guy was the kind-hearted homeless man who rescued Bronze Tiger.
Over the trash can, Harley continued to move forward.
Suddenly, her expression changed and she stopped walking.
Looking back, I saw that the handle of the trolley next to the homeless man was wrapped with pink and blue tape on both ends, symbolizing the color of her hair.
At this time, the homeless man also heard the footsteps and looked over alertly.
Looking at each other, Harley was dumbfounded. The homeless man opposite with half a hamburger in his mouth was dumbfounded.
“Pah!” His mouth grew, and the burger fell to the concrete floor and rolled twice.