Coming out of the meditation room, Harley saw Ivy in the yard. She rolled up her long skirt and tied it around her waist, revealing her straight white thighs. She was holding a water gun in her hand, watering the plants in the garden.
Selena was squatting beside her, peeling pomegranates and eating them. She was wearing blue hot pants and a bright yellow vest, showing off her sexy and beautiful figure.
"Selena, there seems to be no news about you recently. Have you formed a team with Bateman? Do you want to form the 'Three Women of Gotham' with us and serve the country together?" Harley said with a smile.
"As a female snitch, if I see the news every day, it would be called a failure!"
Selena spat out a bunch of pomegranate seeds, made a vague comment, and said: "What does it mean to serve the country? I don't think this word fits you at all."
Ivy wiped the sweat from her forehead and said: "After completing the negotiations with Superman, Harley took the position of 'Chief Advisor of the Sky Eye Society'.
The Sky Eye Society is similar to the FBI and CIA. They are both special agent organizations, but they only deal with extraordinary matters.
Not only in the United States, but also in extraordinary events around the world, the Sky Eye Society is interested in getting involved.
Consultant...
When agents encounter big problems, they may ask us to help.
Well, I also have a consultant title. If you join me, the three of us can really make a debut as a group."
"Isn't this consultant just a thug? He just got the title of 'number one thug' after all his hard work some time ago?" Selina said in disgust.
Ivy glanced at Harley and agreed: "I don't think it's worth it either."
"If you knew what was in the Tianyan Society's treasure house, you wouldn't think so.
I am currently only a congressman from New York State. If I want to control the entire state department, my status is indeed inferior.
A consultant is not a thug, he is just a temporary stepping stone for me." Harley said calmly.
Selena's heart moved, remembering Harley's coveting of the 'Merlin suit' earlier, and asked in surprise: "Is it true that all the magic items and unknown strange objects collected by American agents will be handed over to the Sky Eye for safekeeping?"
"Yes, although the Sky Eye Society has not yet been formally established, the US government has set the tone for its functions.
Basically, alien technology items are delivered to the Red Room Laboratory.
The treasures on the magic side are handed over to the Sky Eye Society.
Think about it, all the treasures collected by the United States over the past century are completely open to us, what a spectacular sight it is?" Harley chuckled.
Selena rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "If you want the treasure in the treasure house, why not just empty your hands?"
Harry sneered, "The news that the US government has a treasure is not a secret in the wizarding world at all. Why don't they steal it?"
Ivy sighed: "Actually, everything we have now is enough.
It is far more comfortable to stay at ease in Gotham than to go to Washington and go to the murky waters of the government."
Harley said seriously: "It is precisely in order to protect everything we have now that we cannot stop fighting.
You should all have noticed that there have been more and more news about extraordinary beings in the past two years.
Whether they are superheroes or super criminals, they all have one thing in common: they are powerful and weird.
For example, Superman.
Just an ordinary person, he can push the descendant of the Three Palace Demon to the ground and beat him.
If there were dozens or hundreds more people like him, we would immediately transform from a high-ranking big shot into a small role again.
Having grown up as little people, don’t we understand the sadness and helplessness of little people better than anyone else?”
Selina looked suspicious, "You are too alarmist, there are hundreds of supermen... If the super heroes are really rolled up like that, how can Bateman survive?"
"You don't have to worry about him, his money making ability has been steadily improving." Harley said.
"What's the use of money power? Superman can kill him with just one finger." Ivy dismissed it, "Let me tell you, it would be better for him to retire as soon as possible.
There have been several ruthless characters popping up in Gotham recently, such as Clayface, Mad Hatter, Killer Croc... all with super powers.
Strangely enough, before Bruce came back, Harley dug deep and couldn't find a super criminal in Gotham.
As soon as Batman jumped out, in just two or three months, Gotham was transformed into a city... Hey, someone is coming."
"Who?" Harley was stunned.
"Jim Gordon and a desperate black-haired young man." Ivy said, turning off the faucet, drying the water on her legs with a towel, and putting her skirt down again.
Not long after, Gordon, who was slightly fatter, actually led a young man over.
"Hi, Harley, Ivy, Selena, you are all here."
He smiled and greeted them.
Compared with six years ago, except for his thicker body and the addition of a beard on his face, he has not changed much.
The young man originally looked ashen and lost his mind, like a zombie. When he looked up and saw three young women with different beauties in the garden, he couldn't help but startled and looked a little embarrassed.
"Ms. Quinn, and two other ladies, hello..." He seemed to have something to say, and said hello dryly, then looked at Gordon blankly.
Gordon didn't beat around the bush and said directly: "Harley, this is Clay Dalton, a professor of physics at Gotham University.
This morning he and his fiancée Christine encountered a supernatural incident while waiting for the train at the No. 3 subway station.
In full view of everyone, Christine fell from the platform and disappeared on the tracks.
Many people at the scene can testify that it is 100% certain that it is a supernatural phenomenon, so I came to you."
"How did it disappear?" Harley asked.
In the past few years, she and Gordon have often cooperated. When encountering cases of suspected supernatural murderers and the GCPD was helpless, he would come to seek help.
Harley needs merit and a devil's heart, and is willing to contract the Gotham Police Department's exorcism business.
"The ground cracked, hellfire spewed out, and countless arms like dry branches pulled people down.
When the people disappear, the surface returns to its original state, as if everything before was an illusion.
It's like the black magic of falling into hell." Gordon said seriously.
"Have you checked at Kristen's house?" Hallie asked.
In the past few years, Gordon has been using devil horns to solve crimes, and he has also used some black magic every now and then. He can almost be regarded as a "Hell Detective".
At this point, I immediately understood Harley’s subtext.
He said: "I checked and found no black magic books or traces of practicing black magic."
As he spoke, he took out the Tianshan mobile phone in a plastic bag from his trousers pocket.
"Take a look at her personal belongings to see if there is any black magic -"
Before he could finish speaking, Harley's pupils shrank and said, "The stench of hell demons can be 'smelled' from a few meters away. I thought it was coming from you before."
Gordon said awkwardly: "I am very measured and never take the initiative to deal with devils."
Dalton was confused when he heard this, and said anxiously: "Miss Quinn, Chief Gordon, what happened to Christine?"
"To put it simply, your fiancée is either a ghost herself or a ghost." Ivy said.
"I don't understand, I just want her back," Dalton said.
"Go to the subway station where she fell into hell." Harley said.
...
With the huge flow of people in the Manhattan subway station, even if someone died in the morning, the train would not be delayed for half a minute, let alone completely sealing off the scene.
When Harley's 'Exorcism Team' arrived at the station, they were accompanied by four or five GCPD officers and formed a blockade near the platform where the woman fell.
"Hey, isn't the one in the white nun's robe the mayor?"
"Did you just travel to 13 years? She stopped being the mayor's hero for many years.
In the past two years, I have often seen her wearing a nun's uniform to exorcise demons, or preaching to believers in a cathedral."
"Oh, I'm a tourist from Europe. The 'Mayor' has now become a nun?"
As soon as she walked out of the stairs, the people waiting for the bus on the platform recognized Harry and involuntarily approached her.
"Hey, Mayor, are you here to exorcise demons?"
"Miss Quinn, you are surrounded by several GCPD officers. Are you going to hunt down a super criminal?"
"Mayor, we miss you, please continue to be our mayor!
In recent months, Gotham seems to be shrouded in darkness again, and even the Bat Demon appears in the middle of the night to scare people."
"Shit, I have no objection to letting the Mayor return. But Bateman is obviously a cross-dressing hero, why did he become the Batman?"
"Baitman is useless. Last time he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood by a group of bank robbers, and he escaped with four or five thugs. I saw it with my own eyes."
"Oh, Bateman reminds me of the Black Knight, Batman, and Mr. Shadow's gang back in the day. I'm afraid it won't be popular for more than half a year!"
...
Harley could only smile slightly in response to the love she showed to the folks in Gotham.
She has already successfully started her own business, cleared her name and will never go back to being a "low-level" mayor.
After the GCPD separated the people, they took advantage of a few minutes before the train arrived to jump off the platform and came to the place where Christine disappeared.
"Hey, Harry, do you feel it? Here is..." Father Carlisle shrugged his nose, bent down and looked around, and finally picked up a coin-sized button from a crack in the stone.
"A dark magician has placed a curse on it."
"Ah, these are the buttons on Christine's coat."
Dalton murmured: "I remember, when I took out the button from the envelope, she seemed to be greatly frightened, her feet stumbled, and she fell off the platform. I rushed over to catch her...
.It was probably at that time that the button fell off.”
"If you hadn't thrown away the button, you would have been the one who fell into hell." Carlisle said.
Harley took the button, felt it carefully for a moment, and frowned: "The button is indeed the source of the curse, but there seems to be a little trap inside.
Even if she gives the button to someone else, she will not end well.
In other words, this situation is the best outcome."
"Is there a trap?" Carlisle's expression changed, "I didn't sense it."
"There is a faint aura of law, at least a duke-level demon..."
Harley turned to Dalton, who looked confused, "Do you know what Kristen has been through these past few days?"
"It's just like any other day, nothing special," he said.
"She offended an old gypsy woman who was proficient in black magic." A low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the side.
"Shit!" Ivy, who was doing nothing and looking around randomly, was startled and shouted: "Baitman? When did you come here?"
"Ah, look, Bateman is here too!"
Not to mention Ivy, even the passengers watching from a distance on the platform had just noticed the dark shadow squatting at the entrance and exit of the tunnel.
"Baitman doesn't come out for activities only at night? It's only the afternoon."
"Have you ever felt that Bateman gives people an eerie feeling?"
"Not to mention, when I first saw him, I thought he was a ghost from hell."
...
"Your stealth ability is almost as good as Taoism. It's amazing!" Harley said in surprise.
Even she didn't notice his arrival.
"I know about Christine's situation and have been investigating her case. Miss Quinn, let's cooperate."
His voice was still calm and indifferent, as if he didn't take the 'nun's' praise to heart at all.
But even though he was more than ten meters away, and even though most of his body was hidden in the shadows, Harry could still see joy and pride flashing through his blue eyes under the mask.