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Chapter 203 Penguin Retributed

  Angel feathers ignited by hellfire, scattering disembodied ashes.

 A smoke-like smell of profanity and taboo carried Andy towards the airborne radar

Just like the slow motion playback of the Ancient One mage knocking Banner's soul out of Hulk's body with one palm.

  Andy is obviously a human being, but at this moment, he is pulled back into the radar's "body" as if by nature.

 It’s like the soul has returned to its original place.

After a long time, Harley looked at the radar that showed no change and shouted softly: "Andy?"

 “Didi Didi”

The radar display issued a rapid warning. When Harley looked up, she saw dense red dots forming a row of English letters: Harley, the radar has no sound, I can't speak!

 “Successful!” Harley breathed a sigh of relief, and then said angrily: “Radar is not a TV, so what kind of speakers do you need?”

 “But I want to talk.”

  Andy continued to combine false danger alerts into sentences.

 In wartime, this kind of behavior could kill Harley.

Harley thought about it and felt that "manual broadcasting" could indeed maximize the function of Andy's radar, so she promised: "In two days, I will ask the programmer to embed a voice plug-in into the radar system, which can both speak and

It can also display text.”

 “Hurry up,” Andy said.

 “How do you feel now?” Harley asked curiously.

“It feels like flesh and blood, like being alive again, great!!!”

  Andy used three exclamation points in a row to express his excitement.

 “How far can it detect?” Harley asked.

"ten kilometers."

 Harry frowned, "It was ten kilometers before, but it's still ten kilometers now. You seem to be of no use."

“Can your radar see what’s written on a wall ten kilometers away? Let me tell you, an advertisement for Canadian queen Avril Lavigne is playing in Times Square right now.”

 “Can it go through walls?” Harley asked.

“It doesn’t seem possible, my sight can only follow the radar waves.”

 Harley said disappointedly: "Only equivalent to a high-definition telescope?"

“Maybe there are other abilities, I’m not sure yet. I haven’t tried them, so I can only guess.

 For example, I feel that stealth fighters are ineffective against me.

 For example, I can monitor the nearby Shadow Realm so that mages cannot sneak up on you from Limbo.

 For example, I can lock many targets at the same time. I’m not sure about the specific number, but it’s definitely hundreds of times more than ordinary radar.

 Lock it tightly so that they cannot escape." Andy said.

"Well, if it's hundreds of times more, it would be too strong." Harley was a little satisfied.

"Are you tired? If I asked you to work like 007 twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, would you be able to bear it?" Harley asked.

"I think it can be done. As long as there is no shortage of electricity, I won't be tired." Andy said.

 Harley smiled and said: "Very good, from now on, you will be the '360 Guardian' of the fighting arena.

Always record anyone who dares to stare at the building, not just on the ground, but also from the windows of nearby buildings, rooftops, rivers, and even the shadow realm."

 After that, she taught it several sets of meditation methods, asking it to practice hard every day, become a diligent and good radar, and strive to break the ten-kilometer limit.

Anyway, Harley got rid of the dead man Andy and was able to sleep well.

However, she can sleep peacefully. The upper class in Gotham have been having trouble sleeping and eating well recently.

 After killing 85 dignitaries and injuring and maiming 30 or 40 others at the Central Park Hotel, Jerome has another masterpiece.

 Three days later, on the Upper East Side, the Beasley family was discovered to have been wiped out.

GCPD determined after investigation that after Jerome was injured and escaped that day, he lived in this luxury apartment "openly" to recuperate from his injuries.

Tens of thousands of police officers across the city searched every street, alley, and even the sewers.

But they never expected that Jerome would do the opposite and simply hide in the homes of powerful people.

Now that Jerome is nowhere to be found, who knows if he has moved into another mansion, and then "sighteded long-term" and set his sights on the next house?

 “Harry, I think we should do something.”

  Cobblet came to Harley's house again.

 “What to do?” Harry asked absently.

 A few days passed, and neither Truman nor Parker showed any flaws. They never met other owls, never made mysterious phone calls, and completely lived the lives of ordinary powerful people.

Harry is patient, but Ivy is a little impatient. She hasn't taken care of the flowers and plants in the yard for "a long time".

“I guess our plan was successful. Jerome turned against the person behind the scenes and the two had a falling out. That’s why he had no place to go and could only hide in the Upper East Side.” Cobot said proudly.

 Harry said: “Who do you think is the person behind the scenes?”

Cobot shook his head, "It's not sure yet. We haven't seen who can benefit from these riots yet."

 Harry was observing his micro-expression with her peripheral vision, did he seem to be telling a lie?

Isn't this guy very smart? Why was his reaction two beats too slow this time?

 Actually, Cobot is best at observing people face to face.

 Or, you will be particularly sensitive when you have a personal stake in him.

 This is his strength!

Of course, his reaction was not slow at other times, but it was just not as fast as before.

  Let’s just say that right now, apart from Harley herself, Cobblet is still the person closest to the truth.

He was not sure about Galavan because Galavan had been recuperating in a low-key manner as a victim recently, while getting close to Wayne by the way.

Harley was able to pinpoint Galavan because she had received the "selfless transfer" from Kamai and Laurie, and she was in a higher position. She had a stronger overall view than Penguin, and she labeled Galavan as a suspect early on.

Label.

  Galavan was observed by her with colored glasses, and natural flaws appeared frequently

 “Are you going to find Jerome, or the man behind the scenes?” Harley asked.

“First suppress Jerome, the source of chaos, and then use his mouth to obtain information about the people behind the scenes.”

 Speaking of this, Penguin looked worried, "The low-level gangsters in Gotham, and even some of my younger brothers, admire Jerome very much.

They put on clown makeup, imitated his grotesque laughter, and said his "crazy words".

 I’m very worried that he will become another person who has the influence you had but refuses to take the ‘right path’.”

“I’ve been investigating his whereabouts recently, but couldn’t find him.”

 Harry's eyes flashed and he told a lie.

“The intensity is not enough!” Penguin said solemnly: “We need to cooperate with the GCPD, and the black and white teams will work hard at the same time, making finding Jerome the number one task at the moment.”

 Harley shook her head, "That would be equivalent to elevating Jerome's status in Gotham."

 “Leave it alone, he can still become famous with his own ‘talent’.” Penguin said.

“When he becomes famous, even the stupid GCPD will be able to find traces of him.” Harley said calmly.

Penguin gritted his teeth and whispered: "Katherine called me."

 Harry's eyes turned cold.

Penguin shrank his neck and said humbly: "I'm going to tell you later."

 “When did she call you?” Harley said calmly.

 “Yesterday afternoon.” He said awkwardly.

“I was ready to come to you at that time, but something happened to my mother and she was not feeling well.” He explained quickly.

 Harley was noncommittal, "What promise did she give you?"

“Get rid of Jerome immediately and restore peace to Gotham, then introduce me as a probationary member of the court.” Cobot said honestly.

 “You keep working hard, I won’t be involved in Jerome’s matter.”

Cobot hesitated to speak, finally sighed, stood up and left.

On the way back, he picked up his cell phone and dialed Catherine's number. He first recounted the conversation just now and then wondered: "Why must she die?"

 “This is not something you should be concerned about.” Catherine said calmly.

“Hehehe, do you believe it or not, I will send people to your house tonight, kidnap you and send you to Mexico to be a skilled maid?” Cobot sneered.

 “Oswald, how dare you speak to me like this!”

 Catherine was frightened, angry, and furious.

"Tell me, can Harry or I do it?" Cobbler said coldly.

 Catherine's breathing was rapid and her expression was extremely ugly.

 But she was unable to refute.

"Killing me will prove your strength? You underestimate the court." She said coldly.

“I have never looked down upon the court, but you have always looked down upon me. You drive it at will, abandon it at will, conceal information, and give random orders.

 I have already said that you cannot be tough on Harley.

 You didn’t listen, and you kept asking me to trick her into dealing with Jerome.

 Do you know that just now, when I told her that you had called me, she glanced at me from the corner of her eye that was sharper than a knife, and I felt my bladder loosen on the spot and almost peed?!"

Cobot twisted his face and yelled into the phone receiver.

 Catherine was silent for a long time and sighed: "The reason for dealing with her is not because of personal hatred or because the court is too arrogant."

 “Why is that?” Cobot asked curiously.

"You swear, the next words will rot in your stomach." Catherine said.

 “Swear in the name of my mother.” Cobot said.

 “Because, we want to save Gotham.”

“What???” Cobot’s face was full of questions.

“If I said that there is a powerful and evil organization in the world with the concept of ‘purifying mankind and eradicating the city of sin’, would you believe it?”

"It's ridiculous, but if you say it, I believe it." Cobot said thoughtfully.

"I thought you would suspect me of lying." Catherine was surprised for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "Gotham has been targeted by him for a long time.

Even in his early years, he ‘destroyed’ Gotham once with an economic crisis.”

“How early were the early years? It couldn’t be the Great Depression before World War II, right? Although I didn’t go to school for a few days, it was the only economic crisis that could hit Gotham hard.

 The problem is, the crisis was global in nature," Copot said sceptically.

“I said before that the evil organization aims to ‘purify mankind’.” Catherine said angrily.

"If you are not lying, it is a terrible and ancient organization." Cobot said seriously.

“The court is equally powerful and ancient!” Catherine said proudly: “After that crisis, we discovered him and made an agreement with him.

As long as the court still controls Gotham, he can't take action against Gotham.

 In return, we will help him with some small favors, such as getting Harley Quinn."

 Cobot is almost convinced.

It wasn’t that Catherine’s words were convincing, but that his intuition told him that she wasn’t lying.

“Which ancient organization has Harley ever offended?” he asked curiously.

“There are not many people and forces who want Harley Quinn to die, such as the Holy Advent Crusade.”

"Okay, I understand. Even if Harley quits, I will continue to do my best to help you get Jerome." Cobot said.

"Remember, don't tell anyone else the secret I just told you. You swore on your mother's oath." Catherine warned.

 “Don’t worry, I love my mother more than anything.”

Hang up the phone, Cobot immediately called up Harley's number in the phone's address book. After a moment's hesitation, he turned off the phone again.

 “Go to the flower shop.” He pulled down the sound insulation panel and said to the driver in front of him.

Cobblet chose zinnias, iris, ivy, and forget-me-nots, which represent "lasting friendship."

Hide in the back seat of the car again, write down the previous conversation with Catherine on letter paper, put it in an envelope, and stuff the envelope among the flowers.

"I'll wait for you at the coffee shop and give this bouquet of flowers to Miss Quinn." He told the driver.

 The driver was a confidant, he didn’t ask anything and just obeyed.

“Hey, maybe you can monitor the phone. Can you still predict when I write a letter?” Cobot said proudly.

 Half an hour later, the driver came back holding a bouquet of begonias that also represented friendship.

 “Hahahaha!” Cobot threw his head back and laughed.

 “Ding ding ding” the mobile phone rang.

"Hello?"

 “It’s not good, Boss, your mother has been kidnapped!”

“What?” Cobot jumped, “I have made countless vows in my life, why did it come true so quickly this time?”


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