"The captain of the guard, Hercules Doug, is going to strengthen me tonight, did you know?"
Ten minutes had passed from the time he kicked open the door to the dean's office to the completion of the layout. At this time, Harry endured nausea and slipped the old woman Theresa into the living room.
In addition to the desk phone with the hangup button stuck, she also quietly opened the cordless phone in the bedroom and placed it on the coffee table next to the sofa.
Maybe he is used to being arrogant and domineering.
Maybe she, who has always been strong, finds it difficult to accept the fact that Chi Guoguo is kneeling in front of an orphan.
Perhaps she was confident because the guard would arrive quickly after receiving the notice.
Maybe she is too old and has a rigid brain, and has no idea that Harley can pull off such a "modern" cleverness.
Maybe, there are all the above reasons.
In short, when faced with Hallie’s inquiry, Dean Teresa did not make any excuses. Instead, she sneered sarcastically: “This is my territory, what is there that I don’t know?
Originally I was opposed to taking action against you, but now...
Humph, I swear, by tomorrow, you will even regret not taking good care of him.
It's better to be fucked by him than to be used as a urinal."
"Yes, I will make you a urinal!" she threatened through gritted teeth.
Harley's expression was dull, "Hercules has been beaten to the ground by me with a baseball bat, now I have the final say here!"
"You lie!" the old woman screamed like a rooster being pinched by the neck, "You can't defeat Hercules, no mortal can be his opponent."
"How can I sit here safely if I don't kill him?" Harley said calmly.
As she spoke, she took out the big cross from her pocket and shook it.
"Key to Heaven?! Impossible, this is impossible, no one can defeat the Holy Warriors..." The old woman shook her head repeatedly, looking horrified and confused.
Harley quickly asked: "What is the Key of Heaven and how to activate it? What about the Paladins, the Crusaders and the Tongues of Fire?"
The old woman kept silent.
"Are you sacrificing to Satan? The Flame Tongue is a demon, and the Holy Advent Crusade is a cult organization?" Harley deliberately provoked her.
"Blasphemy! Blasphemy!" The old woman jumped up like a furry cat, bared her teeth and claws and rushed towards Harry.
Harley looked calm, picked up the baseball bat, and handed it forward.
"Boom!" The old woman stepped back with the tip of the stick on her belly that looked like a dry hot water bottle.
"Blasphemy? You are the ones who are blaspheming. This is a monastery, a place where God is worshiped, but you call God with your mouth and worship the devil secretly." Harley scolded.
"You little bastard, dare to blaspheme God's right hand, the Tongue of Fire?" The old woman raised her hands high, looked up at the sky, and shouted excitedly: "Send divine punishment, the great Tongue of Fire, burn this blasphemy to death.
The sinner of speech!"
At this moment, the light of a flashlight suddenly flashed through the window.
"Mother Teresa, what happened to you here?" A man shouted from below.
It was a bit far away, so the sound wasn't too loud, and the old woman was having a seizure, so she didn't hear it.
Harley quickly picked up a pair of underwear from a pile of clothes on the floor, stepped forward, stuffed it into the old woman's mouth, then hid sideways behind the window, and opened a gap in the curtain...
There is a night guard, but only one!
She breathed a sigh of relief.
It is no wonder that the monastery has been peaceful for too long, and the "orphan" raiding the abbot's bedroom had never happened before today.
"Let him leave. If you dare to play tricks, I will destroy you." Harley put the pencil sharpener against the old woman's neck, and a trace of blood was already seeping out.
The old woman looked frightened and nodded slightly.
She yelled at the top of her lungs: "Robert, help - woo -"
"Fuck, are you really desperate?" Harley was furious and wanted to stab her to death.
But she can't, because the "live broadcast" is on right now!
"Hey, Robert, something happened here, Hercules is dead!" Another incident occurred on the first floor, and a teacher "betrayed" Harley.
Harley took a deep breath, and there was only one option left: take the old woman as a hostage.
She is the biological sister of Archbishop Marvin!
Looking around the hall, Harry closed the door first, then dragged the two-meter-high bookshelf over and put it on top.
Then, the long row of sofas was pushed behind the bookshelf.
"Hey, Benson, wake up!" Harley brought a glass of water and poured it on the "farmer's son" face.
Two naked boys, Jack, the yard boy, had his arm broken and fainted; Benson, who wanted to be the son of a farmer, was better, but Hallie hit his dick with a baseball bat, but his balls didn't explode and he fainted.
.
"I..." Benson woke up in a daze, and the previous memory came back to his mind. He covered his dick and begged in horror: "Harry, don't hurt me, I never wanted to hurt you."
"Move Jack to the sofa." Harley raised her chin.
Benson crossed his legs and completed the task awkwardly.
"You also sit up and hold the door firmly." Harley said.
"Can you put some clothes on?" Benson asked, covering his penis.
"No, you are also part of the crime scene and must be inspected by the police in an 'original' posture."
"What do you want to do, call the police? That's crazy." Benson shouted with eyes wide open.
"I want revolution!" Harley said sternly: "Does it taste good to lick the old woman's butthole, and you did it voluntarily?"
"I..." He wanted to deny it, but the ferocious-looking Mother Teresa was right next to him.
"Benson, you and I are natural allies. Only by overthrowing the corrupt and decadent rule of the monastery can we regain our freedom, for freedom!" Harley said with awe-inspiring righteousness.
"But..." Benson hesitated.
Harley yelled angrily: "No but. Are you still not an American? Don't you even love freedom?"
"Harry, believe me, resisting grandma will not end well." Benson said dejectedly.
Harry's heart moved and he said: "This monastery has dealt with people like me? How?"
Benson glanced at the old nanny and remained silent.
But the old woman sneered again and again, "Tell her, Benson, tell her everything you know and let her understand her destiny."
"I remember that in the first two months after I came here, there was a boy named Dot. He..."
Benson's voice was low and dead, and he rambled on without the same tone. After talking for a full ten minutes, the sound of heavy footsteps came from the walkway outside.
He stopped talking.
"Hahahaha..." the old woman laughed heartily.
"Is everything he said true?" Harley asked.
"Really? Yes, every word he said is true, but all the words added up are only a small part of the truth. You will experience the more terrifying truth yourself." Teresa said proudly.
"Bang bang bang—" The guards outside began to knock on the door.
"Open the door quickly, Harley Quinn, come out and surrender, you have no other choice!"
"No, I do! Dean Teresa is in my hands. If you dare to break the door, I will kill her," Harry said.
The banging on the door stopped, and it became much quieter outside. They could vaguely hear them discussing in low voices.
"Harry, my child, you don't dare to kill anyone. Good boy, open the door and let Mother Teresa go. Everything tonight is just a misunderstanding.
Go back and get some sleep, and we will arrange a good home for you tomorrow.
You go to Gotham and continue to be a smile queen, play tennis, attend parties, and attract everyone's attention." A man said softly.
Harry recognized it and it was Bishop Peter who presided over the Eucharist.
Every church has a priest who presides over liturgy, similar to the abbot of a temple. If he also directs the religious affairs of a certain parish - even just a street, this priest can also be called a bishop.
St. John's Monastery has a church and naturally a bishop.
The bishop manages the monks and presides over various ceremonies. The dean is mainly responsible for educating orphans and training young nuns.
Both men perform their own duties and have almost the same status in the church.
"Ouch~~~~" Bishop Peter responded with a shrill wail, coming from Teresa.
"Oh no!" Benson was also shouting, horrified.
"What have you done?" Bishop Peter was shocked and angry.
"Nothing, I just cut her wrist." Harley said with a smile.
"You are a devil!" Bishop Peter shouted.
"No, I am an angel, the vengeful spirit of God, and I want to clean up the Satanists in priest robes.
Peter, kneel down and confess to me!" Harley shouted.
"Bold and blasphemous!" Bishop Peter was furious.
"Don't deny it. Mother Teresa has confessed to me that you and the one-eyed dragon Hercules are the same gang. You have done everything he has done." Harry said nonsense.
"Nonsense, I don't like women at all—damn it, open the door for me!" The bishop was a little angry.
"It turns out to be an old fart, eye!" Harley slashed Teresa's arm again.
"Oh no!!!" Teresa was really frightened now, "Stop, Peter, she is a madman, a devil, she will really kill me."
She held her wrist tightly with her woolen sweater and shouted hysterically: "Robert, Kemp, you are not allowed to knock on the door anymore."
After a period of low cursing outside, it stopped again.
Harley also remained silent, quietly listening to the sounds coming from outside the door.
"What did the police say?" Bishop Peter asked.
"Chief Dick told me that 911 received more than 20 calls tonight, but none of them came from the monastery," a man replied.
Fake, are you so dark that even the police chief can be bribed?!
Harry cursed inwardly.
Uncle Sam's police officers are not the same profession as the police officers of Great China.
"Is she lying to us?" Bishop Peter asked doubtfully.
"No, that's not right. You go ask Director Luo again. She is from Gotham, and she probably contacted the Gotham police." Bishop Peter responded very quickly.
"But, our 911 calls can only go to Jersey City." The man said confused.
"Idiot, you must call 911 to find the police? She may remember the phone number of the Gotham Police Department, or she may know a certain police officer." Bishop Peter scolded.
"Master Bishop, don't worry, Chief Luo will help us take care of everything." Someone comforted in a relaxed tone.
Harry covered his little head, unable to curse anymore.
Loeb is the police chief of Gotham and the boss of all police officers!!