Chapter 41: The limit of the experience pack, thank you)
It’s almost Christmas, and there’s been a light snowfall in Gotham from time to time these days.
The cold weather only speeded up the pace of pedestrians on the street and did not affect the excitement and prosperity of the city at all.
In fact, this snow has become the Christmas decoration in the dreams of countless boys and girls sitting by the warm fireplace.
And those homeless children hated the cold wind, the ice and snow.
While cursing God and everyone who could stay in a warm room, they tried their best to gain a moment of comfort.
10:30, Greenwich Village, Bunota second-hand store.
"Ahem..." The bearded white boss coughed a few times, "Little girl, the time has come, I have to close the business."
Harley looked up at the clock hanging on the wall and frowned: "In an international metropolis like Gotham, shopkeepers who close at half past ten are too lazy, right?"
The unconventional colorful ponytail and Gothic makeup were indeed effective. She walked around the street, being careful and vigilant, but no one called the police to arrest her.
She doesn't even seem that out of the ordinary, because in Gotham, the alternative is the mainstream.
Then she ran to this second-hand store to use the heater.
The boss' fat face was slightly dark, "Let me tell you clearly, since you came in at two o'clock in the afternoon, you have been sitting by the bookshelf reading, without even ordering a cup of coffee.
It was okay before, I couldn't do your business, there were other people, but now it's snowing outside and no customers have come in for nearly an hour, so of course I have to close the door early.
At least I can save some electricity bills, and at least I can go home early to spend time with my wife.”
"Who said I won't buy anything?" Hallie pointed to the shelf with musical instruments opposite and said, "I've been struggling with which guitar to choose."
"Are you still confused now?" the boss asked with a dull face.
Harley nodded, "I was confused about which one to choose before, but now I'm confused about whether to buy it or not. After all, the customer experience is really bad."
The boss stared at her, his face changed several times, and he walked away without saying a word, and never mentioned the matter of driving people away to close the store.
It took another half an hour before he shouted again: "I have to close at eleven o'clock every day!"
Harley sighed and went to the instrument rack to choose the cheapest guitar.
"Did you really buy it?" When checking out, the boss was very surprised.
"Well, I am a singer. Do you know Avril Lavigne who sings?"
The boss nodded, "Canada's little queen, right?"
"She is my idol, and one day, I will become the next queen." Harley held the old yellow guitar and said with longing.
With a new look, she also gave herself a new name.
In order to have a fuller character image, a new career and life goals must be found.
She will not really pursue any music dream - that is courting death, and Jacky Cheung's concert is a bloody lesson.
Just if you carry a guitar on your left shoulder and a luggage bag on your right shoulder, others will subconsciously label you as a wandering singer.
The street singer is naturally distinguished from the Witch Harley.
This is her main purpose.
"You and her are really similar," the fat boss said.
They are all non-mainstream.
"Where's your original guitar?" he asked.
"Sell it. Part of the money from the sale will be used to eat, and part of it will be used to buy your broken guitar." Harry said.
She was a little happy that her new identity had successfully deceived old Gotham people.
"Wait a minute!" The bearded boss stopped Harry, who was leaving after paying the bill, with a struggling look on his face, "You can continue to stay here."
"Huh?" Harley was surprised, "You won't go home to be with your wife?"
A lewd smile appeared on the boss's face, "I can stay here with you."
Harley was dumbfounded, this is a Gothamite, a very typical Gothamite.
She raised her middle finger high and left without looking back.
"Hey, little sister, please think about it again, free hot water and heating, and I will give you another 20 US dollars tomorrow morning... Fifty US dollars is okay?
Come back and I’ll give you a Martin OM guitar.”
When he said the last sentence, the boss was gritting his teeth.
Harry had the urge to stay, but resisted.
Well, stay and put the Colt on the boss's head and ask him to hand over the collector's edition Martin guitar.
...
This city is like a wild beast spouting rage and fanaticism.
Full of dizzying heat.
When the snowflakes fall and fail to form snow, they melt into filthy muddy water. Neon lights flash like madmen, casting mottled colorful shadows on the water.
"Plop..." The long leather boots fell, water splashed, and the broken colorful shadow suddenly exploded into pieces.
Gradually, the wind roared more and more, and the snowflakes almost flew sideways. There were a few cars speeding past on the street, but there were fewer and fewer pedestrians. Even the neon lights seemed to be frozen in the light tubes.
At this moment, the city seemed to have become a desolate and towering mound in the north, lonely and desolate, cold and hopeless...
"I can't, I want to sleep..." After wandering around the street for a while, Harley couldn't help but return to her cardboard hut again.
The carton was still there, but it was no longer flattened and folded aside as when she left.
Someone came here, reopened the cardboard boxes, and assembled a simple hut on the spot.
She stood three steps in front of the carton for two minutes, and still shouted: "Hey, are you new here? Do you know this is my place--Gah!"
The black barrel of the gun was particularly conspicuous in the thin white snow, and Harry stopped suddenly.
"OK, it's yours, I'll leave now." Harley stared at the barrel of the gun and backed away step by step.
Even though her body deviated from the current shooting line in the first step, she did not turn around - the old man Kasapa taught her to never point her back towards the muzzle of someone else's gun unless absolutely necessary.
It wasn't until she completely avoided the shooting angle that she turned around and left quickly.
"Wait a minute -" The people in the carton hut seemed to be crawling out, and there was a sound of the carton shaking.
"Are you a girl, a young girl?" He is a man, middle-aged.
"Do you want to be a gentleman and give me the carton?" Harley stopped, leaning against the wall, and already holding Colt in her right hand.
She suddenly had an illusion that she had returned to her childhood. Under the leadership of Kasapa, in the wild mountains and forests, she held a shotgun and held her breath. The prey was also cautious, baring its teeth and stretching out its claws...
"Hi, girl, I don't mean any harm." The man couldn't even see her figure, so of course he knew that she was guarding against his pistol.
So, he raised his hands and walked openly to the center of the alley, letting her see clearly.
Harry did see clearly. He was a tall, strong man, wearing a brown woolen sweater and black leather pants.
He had no coat, no gun in his hand or on his waist.
"What do you want to do?" Harley asked.
"Jesus' butt, eyes, and the bottom of the carton were all wet. I had to put a fur coat under it, but it was still cold. You were cold too, right? You had nowhere to go, right? Look at me, I
He is very strong and his arms are warm. It will be very comfortable for us to sleep together."
The man is generous and generous, as if he is saying - I happen to be going to XX community, madam, let's carpool!
"Dick! Go masturbate yourself!" Harley turned around and left.
"Hey, I have a big eagle!" When the man saw a slim figure, he became more and more unwilling to give up and chased after him.
Seeing that Harry was too lazy to pay attention to him, the man struggled with a look of regret on his face.
"I still have fans, let me give you half!!"
He tried his best to look heroic and generous, just like Mr. Zhao who wanted to pay for the whole audience.
But the slightly trembling voice showed his inner unrest.
But he consciously paid so much, and the little splasher in front still didn't look back.
The man felt that he had been humiliated, and his nameless anger and obscene desires mixed into a strong driving force, rushing from the anus to the throat - "Ouch!"
He howled and rushed towards Harley.
"Xiao Bichi, do you think you can escape?!"
Harley didn't have to look back, she could easily dodge just by listening to the sound, and then took advantage of the situation and took off with a flying kick.
But at the moment of action, she suddenly remembered that she had given up her life goal of becoming a top athlete and instead worked hard to improve her personal strength.
That is, upgrade as soon as possible and add defense to Man of Steel.
She turned around, raised her arms, and blocked the man's flying kick with a "bang" sound.
"Chi chi chi -" The force was so strong that she took three steps back on the slippery snow.
"Gudong, Gudong..." Red bubbles popped out of the blue turtle experience tank.
Harry frowned, he has little experience!
Maybe it's not that I have less experience, but that it's level 12. The size of the experience tank seems to have remained the same, but in fact the capacity has increased more than ten times.
The higher the level, the harder it is to upgrade.
"You useless good-for-nothing, you only have this little power? No wonder no woman wants you, you useless piece of shit, you're a weakling who can't even fuck yourself!" Harley yelled, no matter how ugly it sounded.
"Bichi, you've made me angry!" The middle-aged man's lust receded slightly, and his anger increased greatly.
"Bang bang!" Left hook and right hook, the fight was quite methodical.
"Gudong, Gudong..." Harley blocked from left to right, only defending but not attacking.
Her body was swaying from side to side as she was being beaten, but a smile appeared on her lips.
The experience value has tripled compared to before!
In addition to the attack power, the man's malice has also been greatly improved.
Before, he was "caring for the beauty", but now, he doesn't mind killing him while he's still hot.
Two minutes later.
"You are such a useless piece of trash!" Harley raised her legs on the spot, raising her boots higher than her own head, which was suffocating the big man's Adam's apple.
"Crack-" there was a crisp sound in the throat.
"Bang——" The big man flew backwards and hit the ground like rotten meat.
"Ho ho ho..." The big man covered his throat with one hand and waved the other hand wildly. His eyes popped out and he twitched like a fish that landed on the shore.
If you look closely, his head is steaming, and his hair is even wet with sweat.
You can see obvious white water vapor coming out of the top of the head.
Obviously, he worked harder and harder than the cows plowing the fields before, but it's a pity...
"You've been fighting for so long and you don't even have half a level of experience, you're a loser!" Harley didn't look very good. She cursed and turned and left without even looking.
She's not happy because she couldn't upgrade.
If the experience value keeps rising, she will give him a chance to play for ten more minutes.
But the fact is that after only a dozen punches, the experience value of a single attack starts to drop.
Obviously the intensity has not dropped much, but the level of malice continues to soar. Why has the experience package devalued?
After a while, the experience tank stopped even bubbling, but he was still fighting.
Harley knows that this is not a system, and there is no system to fix bugs.
If possible, Evolved Treasure will always allow her to gain experience.
If you can't do it now, it just means you really can't do it.
"Perhaps, the evolutionary treasure extracted some special energy from the enemy when I was attacked, and that energy allowed me to evolve, and this street gangster has already been bald by me?"