"Holy shit!" Robert held the bullet with tweezers and shouted in disbelief: "This bullet is at least 9 mm in diameter and very big. It can blow the bull's head off with one shot. But why didn't you die?"
There wasn’t even a large-scale tear in the muscles, and it seemed that the bones weren’t cracked either, but the bullets were all deflated…”
He pointed the flashlight at the wound and examined it carefully, "There are really no cracks in the bones, that's strange!"
"The distance is far and exceeds the effective killing range." Harley prevaricated.
Robert shook his head repeatedly and muttered: "Impossible, the warheads are all flat..."
"Stop talking nonsense and help me stop the bleeding immediately!" Harley scolded.
Robert immediately shut up, dropped the bullet in the empty candy box, and began to clean her wound.
After working for another quarter of an hour, Harry got up and started to get dressed.
Robert glanced at her secretly, as if she seemed familiar...
As soon as this idea came to his mind, he lowered his head like a frightened rabbit.
——The more familiar it feels, the less able it is to see or think about it.
"My mother, Mary, is 67 years old and lives alone in a small town in Kentucky. I have to send her living expenses every month.
If I die, she will be living on the streets immediately.
In fact, I am very honest. I have never had a fight in my life, and I have never been drunk and bullied my girlfriend... I have a master's degree in surgery. If you encounter any trouble in the future, I am willing to do my best."
He talked nonchalantly, talking about whatever came to his mind.
Without saying a word, Harley zipped up her down jacket, put the hood on the back of her head, slowly picked up the syringe, and inhaled a full tube of anesthetic.
"Come here." She waved to him.
Robert's mouth was bitter, "There's no need for this..."
"Come here!" Harley's voice turned cold.
"Let me do it by myself, can you? With such a large dose, someone could die if it's inserted in the wrong place." Robert begged.
Harley thought for a moment and handed him the syringe.
Robert got the syringe and hesitated again, "You have used this one before."
"Motherfuck!"
How dare you accuse me of being sick?!
Harley pulled out her Colt.
"OK, OK, I understand." Robert hurriedly injected an injection into his wrist, only slowly pushing in two-thirds of the liquid, and a huge black screen covered him.
In the darkness, Robert's consciousness was intermittent, like a radio with poor signal. He vaguely heard the blond girl smiling and saying - "This guy has a really strong desire to live, but I didn't think about killing anyone and silencing him..."
.”
Then there was the sound of eating, drinking, and the clinking of cups and plates.
...
Well, after taking out the bullet, Harley didn't leave immediately.
She ate and drank in Robert's living room, quickly repairing the wounds on her back with the nutrients she absorbed from the food.
Of course, besides replenishing energy, she has other purposes.
"...Karak, you know, went to St. John's Abbey and they immediately sent me a cross." Harley's voice was loud, especially the emphasis on "cross".
"Oh, it's a church orphanage after all." Selina said without interest.
"I'm going to check to see if he's awake." Harley put down her chopsticks and walked to Robert's body lying in the corner for the nth time. She rolled his eyelids and deliberately aimed her mouth at his ear.
"That cross..." The voice was so loud that he almost shouted into his ears.
"I threw it away later." She turned to Selena and said in a normal voice, "It was thrown on the street. A homeless man named Kent saw it and picked it up and gave it back to me. He also told me to fear God."
"Kent" was emphasized again.
Harry turned to Robert on the ground again, flipped him back and forth, and suddenly shouted into his ears: "Karak, Kent..."
"...Do you know her?" He turned to Selena and asked softly.
Clark, do you know Kent...
"There are so many homeless people, and I don't know them all."
"What about...Kennedy on Hank Street? Old JFK." The first half was directed towards Selina, and the second half was shouted into Robert's ear.
"That's a bastard, you'd better stay away from him." Selina said sternly.
"Hey, there is danger everywhere in Gotham. Karak, do you think I should... go to a small town to hide for a while?" The second half was shouted into Robert's ear again.
Batman's hometown is Gotham, and Diana's hometown is a paradise island in the Mediterranean.
So, where is Superman’s home planet, Earth?
Kansas, a small town called Smallville, the Smallville, and smallville means "small town".
It can be said that Superman's hometown is the "small town" and Smallwell is just a transliteration.
A small town called a small town.
Harley knows this thanks to watching an American TV series called "Smallville" in 2010.
I have almost forgotten the plot, but Smallville appears too frequently.
Even though it is a "small town", in addition to Superman, it is also Luthor's hometown, and Lois also lived there for a while.
"Gotham has a large and mixed population, which makes it easy to hide. The town has a simple population. It's impossible to say that all the residents in the town know each other. The sudden appearance of a stranger is too conspicuous." Selina whispered.
"Let's just say... going to a small town..." Harley shouted to Robert again, "it's really not a good idea. Well, speaking of it, the current predicament is the same as last time...Washington State...that
Something happened."
"Washington State" was also forced into Robert's ears.
"Oh, no, the one in Washington was just one of Andy's countless mistakes. The first time I participated in a national competition was in...Kansas...then Andy asked me to fake the match."
Kansas, shouted into Robert's ear again.
Smallville is in Kansas!
Harley actually didn't care much about whether he could drag Da Chao into chaos. After all, it was just a few words and the cost was too low.
At least it can confuse things now.
...
The blonde girl and the big man Clark are having dinner...
He didn't know how long they had been eating, but Robert felt that a long time had passed since he was in a daze.
They were chatting, and he was exhausted and empty-handed, so he couldn't hear what they were saying clearly.
I don't know how much time passed, but Robert found that the darkness in front of him gradually became thinner, and the light filled the world again.
"Uh..." With a groan, he struggled to sit up. There was nothing on the table, not even the blood-stained gauze and other sundries in the wastebasket.
Although the food was all eaten, the living room was also cleaned, which was pretty good.
Suddenly he felt something in his hand. He picked it up and looked at it. It turned out to be a wad of crumpled green banknotes, including ten yuan, twenty yuan, five yuan and one yuan.
He counted, one hundred and three dollars.
"She is a good person, maybe this is all she has." Robert raised the corners of his mouth and felt a little warm in his heart.
He looked at the clock and saw that it was not too late. It was a quarter past two in the morning and he had only been confused for less than three hours.
"Who is that girl?" Robert couldn't help but think about this question while sitting at the table, waiting for the cereal to be soaked in milk.
In fact, there is no need to think too much. When performing scapula surgery on her, he will inevitably see her face.
The former smile queen, now the witch Harley, whose father killed Mr. and Mrs. Wayne.
Even if he didn't know her originally, after the bombardment of various media in Gotham these days, he knew her "well".
"It seems that she is not a demon..." Robert took a mouthful of the paste, and the cold snot in his nose made him frown.
He was so hungry that he swallowed it.
His brows became tighter and tighter, and his thin face began to distort... Christ Jesus, she is worth 200,000 US dollars!
"Bang!" Robert's gray eyes were bloodshot. He pushed away the porcelain bowl and ran into the bedroom like the wind.
Turn on the computer, enter the official website of Gotham Birmingham Hospital, click on the email link, and reopen an email received three days ago...
The page has a cross watermark.
To the doctors at Birmingham Hospital: Witch Harley was shot in the back. She may seek help at Gotham Hospital or community clinic. If she encounters it, please be sure to notify the Gotham Cathedral. May God bless you!
Signed: Archbishop Marvin
The content of the letter is very simple, the key lies in the appendix file of the email.
A PDF document containing several photos of "Witch Harley", including photos of students, and photos of herself in gymnastics uniform holding a trophy high...
In addition to Harley's photos and detailed information, there is also a list of reward lists: Gotham Police Department, $5,000, Gotham Love Jesus Congregation, $5000, Sisters of the Holy Light, $5,000, St. John's Monastery, $10,000, Archbishop Marvin
Twenty thousand, Holy Advent Crusade 100,000...
There are all kinds of things, adding up to more than 200,000.
"Gudong..." Robert swallowed, his eyes were bloodshot and his thin face turned red.
In addition to getting money, I can also make friends with so many church organizations.
Don't say anything else, if Archbishop Marvin could praise him in public...
Maybe, he can become the personal doctor for the wealthy old people on the Upper East Side of Manhattan!
"But, I promised not to tell anyone the news about her..." Robert put his right hand into his pants pocket and held the stack of banknotes tightly, the expression on his face was twisted and ferocious.
"Hey hey hey, I'm so stupid, what does she have to do with me..." Only three seconds passed before he made his decision.
"That Splatterer ate a big meal by herself, but didn't leave even a piece of steak for me. Witch, she is a greedy witch. I'm going to Gotham Cathedral. I'm going to report her to God!"
The louder he spoke, the more determined the expression on his face became.
He successfully convinced himself.
Putting on his woolen coat, Robert ran downstairs.
He had to meet Archbishop Marvin in person, because he actually didn't know much information about the witch.
When you meet people, even if you don't get much reward in the end, you can still become familiar with them and build relationships with them.
He must go now, because only in this way can he show his sincerity to the Archbishop.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Uncle Robert..." He was thinking about something in his mind, and Robert didn't pay attention to his surroundings. Inadvertently, his left leg was hugged by someone.
Lowering his head, he saw little Tommy's tear-filled face.
It's so late, why hasn't he gone to bed yet?
Oops, it's so late, Archbishop Marvin must be asleep. Will I disturb him if I rush over like this?
wrong!
Archbishop Marvin must have subordinates, and it is up to them to decide whether to wake the archbishop.
And I hurried over in the middle of the night, and they must have been very moved when they saw it.
Then, Archbishop Marvin would ask me with concern: Will delaying so much time tonight affect my work tomorrow?
Christ Jesus, what a great opportunity!
How can I humbly and accurately express my difficulties at work——
"Uncle, my mother is lying on the ground, bleeding a lot, oooooooo..." The child cried helplessly.
"Go away, I'm busy!" Robert swung his legs irritably and pushed little Tommy's buttocks to the ground.
The child seemed to be greatly frightened. He sat there blankly with his eyes wide open, like a toy doll. He just stared at him blankly and stopped crying.
Robert was stunned for a moment, then walked downstairs, shouting as he walked: "Go find your dad, I'm not your dad. You little bastard, you're so annoying!"
When he gets the bounty, when he becomes the personal doctor of the Upper East Side boss, he will definitely move out of this garbage dump immediately.
A pile of garbage in the garbage dump, big garbage, small garbage...