"The cross is gone! Bishop Peter and Captain Doug have nothing on them." Suddenly, a panicked shout came from the walkway outside the door.
"What, it's gone? Was it thrown somewhere, or was it taken away by someone?"
Unexpectedly, Bishop Peter seemed even more anxious and did not even bother to negotiate with Harry in the room.
"I'm telling you, I'm not even qualified to touch that thing. If anyone has inappropriate thoughts and dares to covet the holy relics of the Holy Crusade, then..."
The bishop's voice was cold and cold, and the air seemed to have become much colder because of these words.
In the corridor, the uninformed monks and sisters looked at each other in confusion, while the insider tried their best to prove their innocence to the bishop.
"Your Excellency, Captain Hercules is dead..." Father Odom approached Old Peter and whispered, "Holy relics are supposed to protect their owners."
Bishop Peter turned his head suddenly and stared at the tattered wooden door, his eyes sharp as never before: "The holy relic must have shown a miracle, but she not only succeeded in killing Hercules, but also snatched it away."
"That should be it." Father Odom nodded lightly.
"She is just a teenage girl, how did she do it?" Bishop Peter asked doubtfully.
"Sir, the sacred relic cannot be lost. This is the key." Odom reminded.
"Harry, hand over the cross of Heracles, I swear to God, this ends tonight.
Until a kind-hearted person chooses you, no one will bother you again." Bishop Peter said solemnly.
His tone was full of sincerity.
Harry glanced at Aunt Teresa beside her. The old woman could barely hide the hatred and resentment on her face.
Unless one party falls completely, this matter will never be over!
and......
"Do you think God will listen to your vows? I dare to swear that every time you go to pray in front of the icon of Jehovah, it is the most difficult moment for God. He wants to kill you with a thunderbolt. He endures it so hard." She sneered.
road.
"We can't keep delaying it. She must be waiting for someone."
Leaving this sentence behind, Bishop Peter disappeared for a while.
About five minutes later, he returned to the door with a gloomy expression, "Harley Quinn, you stupid girl, you can't even imagine the significance of the Holy Crusade and the Holy Relics.
Not to mention Mother Teresa, even if Archbishop Marvin, or even the entire life of Gotham City, falls into your hands, you cannot stop the will of the Tongue of Fire.
I am not threatening you to hand over the cross immediately and let Mother Teresa go. I promise to give you a good ending. This is your last chance."
"What is the cross?" Harry couldn't help but asked.
"I only count three times, three!"
Harry pulled the old woman back and huddled behind the desk.
"Two!" Bishop Peter's voice was as deep as lead.
"No, Peter, my brother will not let you go." The old woman Theresa panicked and began to threaten loudly.
"one!"
"BOOOM!!!!"
The wooden door burst into pieces, and the old nanmu bookshelf behind the door burst into pieces. The long row of large sofas behind the bookshelf and the two naked men on the sofa were like fallen leaves in a hurricane, flying in the violent air waves.
"Farke, such a big determination?!" Harley was shocked and angry.
Amidst the smoke, five guards armed with automatic rifles came in.
The two naked men were not killed in the bombing. They were lying in the rubble, moaning and groaning, but no one paid any attention to them.
"According to the last voice heard, she should be hiding behind the desk!" A guard guessed after standing at the door and looking around.
"Be careful, she killed Hercules, it's not easy." The guard on the other side made a gesture, and the five people spread out and surrounded him from multiple angles.
Harley knew very well that the opponent's tactical skills far exceeded hers and would never give her a chance to defeat them.
And they don't even care about the old woman's life. If she fights with another person, they are afraid that the others will shoot them with guns without hesitation, so...
"Wow!" Harley made a quick decision and jumped out of the window with the old woman in hand before the guards approached.
The desk is right by the window, which is very convenient.
This is also the "last retreat" that she has long thought about.
The night wind whistled in her ears, and her heart felt still.
As if doing a familiar gymnastics move, the moment the soles of the feet touch the ground, the knees bend and the body rolls forward.
Except for some dust and grass clippings, she was completely unharmed and landed perfectly.
Well, this one isn't something to be proud of, it's just the second floor.
"Crack!" The sound of "dead branches" breaking came from behind her.
"Ouch!" the old woman howled miserably.
"Da da da da..." Upon noticing that she had jumped off the building, the guard who had just entered the living room subconsciously slapped her.
Harry was so excited that he quickly picked up the old woman, carried it behind his back, and ran quickly into the old forest behind the mountain.
"You're from Gotham, so why don't you keep a few submachine guns at home? If I had a gun, I would have killed that bunch of rubbish." While running, Harley complained.
If she had a gun, she would really dare to fight them.
"I would have killed you if I had a gun." Teresa's face was pale and her thin lips were trembling. "You just ran away, why did you take me with you? My left calf bone is broken, just let me go."
"I don't want to face an enemy who knows nothing about it in the future. Tell me about the Tongue of Fire, the Holy Crusade, the Cross, the Holy Son... I want to know all the secrets." Harry said.
"I can't say." The old woman almost collapsed and burst into tears.
"Ah, it hurts so much..." Harry pinched her broken calf suddenly, and the old woman howled like a pig.
"Tell me." Harley said coldly.
Previously, torture could not be used in the office because both Gordon and Harvey's cell phones were connected.
Now, she has nothing to worry about.
"Don't hurt me, I say it, I say it all."
Harry let go of his hand, and the old woman took a few breaths and said weakly: "The Holy Advent Crusade is a fundamentalist missionary institution. Twenty years ago, it was just a traditional church organization that expanded its influence through financing.
But twenty years ago, God sent down a prophecy about the unprecedented drastic changes that would take place in the universe. On the winter solstice, which is the birthday of Christ, December 25, the miracles of the past will be repeated."
"Uh, is there a new 'Jesus' about to be born?" Harley grinned.
She felt like she was listening to a fairy tale.
"Tell me the truth, do you believe in the real God, or are you using the name of God to worship some unknown evil god?" she asked.
"If you don't believe it, why bother asking me?" the old woman said angrily.
"Woof woof woof..." The barking of hounds and the shouts of guards were heard in the distance.
Harry walked quickly across the lawn and entered the forest path. Small branches slapped his face like a whip, causing pain.
"Talk about the holy relics." She began to gasp.
"As the name suggests, holy relics are sacred objects with ancient history, such as the Ark of the Covenant and the Spear of Longinus.
The final ceremony of the ‘Return of the Holy Spirit’ requires opening the door to heaven. At that moment, heaven and earth will be completely connected.”
Harry's heart moved, "You called the cross the key to heaven before. The key... Do you need to gather all the holy relics to open the door to heaven?"
"Roughly the same."
"If God and heaven are real and you can see them with your own eyes, why do you dare to be so depraved? Not to mention that God's teachings do not allow fornication." Harley asked doubtfully.
She had always suspected that the Crusaders were a cult, and this was the reason.
"As long as the Holy Descendant is completed, we will all be redeemed. No matter what we have done before or what sins we have, once we are cleansed, we will ascend to heaven.
This is the promise given to us by the Tongue of Fire, a personal promise from God in Heaven." The old woman said enthusiastically.
Harry was shocked for a moment, then sneered and said: "If God really said this and really let you go to heaven, then he is no longer God."
"Blasphemy!" the old woman grabbed Harley's blond hair and pulled hard.
"You are seeking death!" Harley pinched her broken leg again, squeezing her until she screamed.
"She's there, I saw her." A dozen flashlights were flashing around behind her, and when she heard howling, a beam of light fell on the old woman's back.
Harley knew that she didn't have much time, so she had to leave the old woman behind and go into the woods with more complicated terrain.
"How do you activate the cross? I've seen it work wonders."
"You can dream, it only belongs to the Doug family."
Recognize the owner of the artifact?
"I don't believe it!" Harley squeezed her broken leg again, "Say it quickly, or I'll crush you to death if you don't tell me."
"Ouch, I'm not lying to you...Ouch, it hurts!" The old woman's whole body convulsed with pain and her eyes turned white. "One of Hercules Doug's ancestors was the Holy Spirit, just like St. Peter and St. John."
"You're lying. The twelve disciples Jesus selected were all Jews, and there was no 'Doug' at all. Even in the history of the Holy See, there was no sage named Doug."
"I swear, if you lie, you will die without a burial place——"
"Da da da..." More than twenty meters away, several automatic rifles fired at the blurry figures.
"Chichichi!" Harley heard the sound of bullets entering flesh, but felt no pain.
Then, a sticky warmth flowed into her neck.
"Hello, Aunt Teresa?" Harry didn't actually need to shout, just by the soft feel of her hand, he knew she was weak.