Chapter 220 The grand plan of deceiving God and tricking Satan
The second day of the banquet and the third day of Harry's taking office.
Municipal Building, Mayor’s Office.
“How efficient is this?”
Harry was lying on the boss's chair, overlooking the bustling streets outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and said proudly.
“You can turn your hands into clouds, and turn your hands into rain. Harley, you are not simple!” Laurie said in a complicated tone.
“Hehe, don’t worry!” Harley heard the worry in her tone and laughed: “I will not turn Gotham into a black city.
On the contrary, in the next few years, I will make the legal system deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, increase the employment rate, change the urban industrial structure, and carry out a number of large-scale infrastructure projects...
In short, Gotham will definitely be in my hands and become a happy metropolis with the lowest crime rate and the highest employment rate in the United States.”
“Are you serious?” Laurie asked doubtfully.
Harley sighed: “To be a chaebol, only a fool can be a black nation.
I am not afraid to tell you that while adjusting Gotham's industrial structure, most of the gray industries in my hands will be turned into the highest quality real estate and original shares of high-tech companies.
I have a small goal. In four years, there will be no Quinn family in Gotham, and they will be replaced by the "North American East Coast Quinn Consortium".
I have a big goal. Ten years later, Bruce Wayne will ask me to borrow money."
A charcoal-roasted whole lamb, the ribs are the best, the thigh meat is second, and the lamb back is third.
Old Carmel had been dreaming of a leg of mutton all his life.
Now Harley has the chance to eat lamb ribs in one sitting.
Unless her brain suddenly gets wet, she will continue to hold on to the mutton's back.
"Hearing what you say, I'm even more worried. You want to grab the fat in the big shot's bowl, can the big shot agree? The real turmoil in Gotham will only start from now." Laurie said with a wry smile.
Harley smiled strangely, "Sister Laurie, there are no big shots in Gotham now, they were all killed by Galavan.
Galleven’s Hanhai Building is a top-notch high-quality asset.
I could turn it into a foreclosure and easily... you know.
But I didn’t do that because there were better assets waiting for me to acquire.
Several wealthy families were wiped out, miserably...
My think tank has selected too many high-quality assets, and I don’t even have enough funds.
So, my main task next is to use government finance as a guarantee to have various banks in Gotham temporarily form a "Gotham Economic Revitalization Alliance".
There will be at least US$200 billion in cash deposited into the alliance reserve account.
Then, my agent can apply for a government subsidy and low-interest loan worth 20 to 30 billion.
There is nothing illegal in the entire process.
Because, although I do not represent the law, I am making the rules.
Alas, the rules set by the Black Godfather can only be passed down by word of mouth.
The ruler's laws are clearly written, and anyone who dares to violate them is a bad guy.
The difference is huge.”
“Galvin is really not yours?” Laurie said dryly.
“I think, not counting overseas assets, at least US$7 billion in cash and real estate has been frozen in the names of Gotham, Galavan and the Order of Saint Dumas alone.” Harley said angrily.
When the call ended, Hallie felt that Laurie on the opposite side was a little lost.
Shaking her head, she pressed the phone and asked the front desk to let the visitor in.
Well, as mayor, she has a lot to do and has a long list on her schedule.
Incoming were Jim Gordon and Judge Southton.
“Your Excellency, Mayor, this is not the first time that Jerome has been tried. The last time he killed his mother, he was identified as mentally ill, so he was sent to Arkham Asylum for treatment.
According to common sense, in this trial, I should not overturn the previous sentence. He still has to go to Arkham, but..."
The judge looked embarrassed and secretly glanced at Gordon from the corner of his eye.
Harley said directly: "I asked Gordon to come in because he and you are both responsible for Jerome's case.
If you have anything to say, just say it directly, there is no need to avoid him."
Judge Southton rubbed his nose and said awkwardly: "In the bombing of the Central Park Hotel, too many powerful people died. Their relatives put pressure on me, hoping that Jerome would be unlucky...at least not happy.
Cam gets treatment."
Harley pondered: "In Gotham, is there a law that allows mentally ill criminals to be released on bail once they are confirmed to have recovered?"
“Well, those powerful people are worried about this.” The judge nodded.
“Actually, the environment in Blackgate Prison is not necessarily worse than Arkham.” Gordon frowned.
Harley said: "I also think this law is unreasonable, but if I repeal it, human rights agencies will immediately find me, and then my public support will plummet."
The corners of Gordon's mouth twitched. This was not unreasonable, but it was really strange to hear it from her mouth.
“What do you mean?” the judge asked.
Harry thought deeply and said: "If you can't repeal the law, then add more laws.
There are only two things I can think of right now.
First of all, implement graded crime management for mental patients in Arkham.
That is to say, ordinary criminals and dangerous serious criminals are treated differently.
I will convince Wayne to modernize Arkham Asylum. If necessary, demolish the old building and build a new reinforced concrete prison with a multi-level basement on the original site.
Secondly, any mentally ill prisoner leaving Arkham must obtain three signatures.
Signature of Dean of Arkham confirming his recovery.
Certificate of testing by a third-party psychiatric research institution.
The mayor’s personal release from prison.”
The judge immediately said: "I will help you write a detailed proposal and submit it to the City Council and the Supreme Court."
Harley nodded, "If nothing happens, you can leave first."
After Judge Southton left, Gordon said: "Jerome is very unconvinced and wants to see you."
“He lost clearly, I didn’t cheat.” Harley said with a smile.
"It's not because he's not convinced about winning or losing, but because of what you asked me to convey, he thinks you're bragging and it's impossible for all his followers to betray him," Gordon said.
Harry sneered, "Why does he think so?
With their crazy admiration for his brilliant ideas and charming personality?
Give me a break.
Gotham people have no faith at all, they are more realistic than anyone else.
At the peak of Old Camai's life, there were still cronies who betrayed him for their own benefit.
The first lesson he taught me was not to put all your trust in one person.
Even if you are as powerful as me, you will not completely trust your subordinates who treat me with respect.
This has nothing to do with charisma, it is purely human nature.
What Gotham gangsters admire is not even the strong one, but the victor at the time.
Once you show signs of failure, it is easier to betray than to reenter the sea.
If you don’t have this awareness, you still want to be a gangster in Gotham?”
Today’s clowns are really young and childish,
“I will convey your words to him.” Gordon said.
"Ignore him, let him scream, let him feel aggrieved. With Jerome's kind of mental illness, the more you ignore him, the more he will treat himself as a dish." Harley said lightly.
“Okay, let’s not mention Jerome,” Gordon’s expression became serious, “The court came to see me, and they wanted to recruit me as a peripheral member.”
Harry had already known this information during several conversations between the "Rose Lady" and Truman.
“Who found you?” Harley asked curiously.
Gordon looked embarrassed and said in a low voice: "My uncle."
“You still have an uncle? Oh, I mean, your uncle can join the court, his status must be extraordinary, how come you are still in such misery?”
“I haven’t seen him in more than ten years.” Gordon said dullly.
“Now, what are your plans?” Harley asked.
“Join them, find out their details and criminal evidence, and arrest everyone.” Gordon said firmly.
Harry looked hesitant. She knew there would be a big court meeting in two days.
If Gordon was present, would it affect her plan?
Eh, that’s not right!
Gordon is only a preliminary member, I'm afraid he is not qualified...
"Has your uncle said what's going on at the court next?" Harry asked.
“He said he would come back to me in a week and I hope to give him a satisfactory answer by then.”
Harry was moved in her heart and asked: "What is your uncle's name and where does he live now?"
…
At midnight that day, Harley summoned Swamp Monster again and left a seed in Old Gordon's intestines.
“Ivy, from now on, give up on little Parker and only focus on old Gordon and Truman.
If the two of them appear in the same place tomorrow night, it means that both high-level members and ordinary members of the Owl are here." Harley warned.
“If they don’t arrive at the same time, do we still need to take action?” Ivy asked.
“Of course, the plan cannot be changed!”
The main target is Truman, who is a believer in the owl god and sacrifices his soul to Lucifer...
Harry quickly stopped her thoughts.
After hesitating for a moment, she entered the meditation room alone and spent two hours to "quiet her mind" completely. After that, she began to communicate with the voice of heaven.
“Great Voice of Heaven, are there any loopholes in these two summoning arrays?”
Hallie showed all her joy and Lucifer's exclusive sacrificial ceremony in front of the voice of heaven.
“You want to sacrifice to Satan?” The voice of heaven did not directly answer her question.
“I plan to use the magic of Satan to complete the last step of my deathbed transformation.
However, even if I am infiltrated by its magic, I still believe in the light and you." Harley said shamelessly.
At this moment, all her thoughts were really like this...but she was still lying.
“His magic power will slowly affect you.” The voice of heaven said.
“My lord, can the undead in hell obtain final salvation?” Harley said loudly.
In the world view of heaven and hell in the DC universe, hell is a place of punishment, but not a place of eternal exile.
God makes the dead souls suffer in hell in the hope that through pain, they will repent of their sins during their lifetime - the torture in hell corresponds to the sins the souls have committed during their lifetime.
Therefore, according to the setting of "God is omniscient and omnipotent, will not do useless work, and will not make mistakes", the undead in hell will one day be redeemed and eventually ascend to heaven.
Since the souls of the dead from hell can enter heaven, why does Heavenly Voice think that Harley must have been corrupted by Satan's magic?
She hasn’t gone to hell yet!
“Since you have made up your mind, just do it.” As soon as Tian Zhi’s voice finished speaking, more than twenty changes appeared in the two sacrificial rituals floating in the light of heaven.
At the same time, Harley lost more than 5,000 meritorious deeds.
“Fake, even if the devil’s nature is to deceive, it’s too deceptive to be happy!” Harley was angry and happy at the same time.
If Tianzhisheng doesn't correct the bug, I'm afraid her grand plan will be abandoned halfway.
Saying his emotions back, Harley finally asked: "Voice of Heaven, no matter how I kill the demon, it will be considered as a meritorious service to Heaven and I will receive merit from Heaven, right?"
She had unintentionally gained some merit by beating the horned dog demon summoned by Richie to death earlier.
"No, not in any way. According to the 'Heaven Warrior Contract', you have to take action yourself, borrowing help does not count, such as Nergal last time."
“How about severely injuring the devil with your own hands?” Harley asked.