Bloody Paradise is not bloody at all, but the air is filled with the sweetness of cocktails.
"Ham, Ham, swing it up, swing it up, throw it to my mouth, I want to take your big ****!"
The beautiful woman wearing a luxurious silver suspender dress shouted loudly towards the runway next to her.
Her eyes were blurred and her cheeks were red. She held a bottle of Perion rose gold champagne in both hands and shook it vigorously. The liquid column, which was three meters long, was specially sprayed on the crotch of the male striptease who was showing off on the stage.
The men and women around him were laughing, shouting, and cheering like crazy.
"Do you know her? Mrs. Dondarrion, a socialite from the Upper East Side, a well-known female entrepreneur in the United States, and the United Nations environmental ambassador. She often calls on TV with a meticulous expression to 'reduce carbon emissions and protect every glacier.'"
In the open box in the corner of the hall, the big black girl Pulika took a sip of champagne and said to Harry with a smile.
At this moment, Halle changed into a hip-hop style hooded jacket, a bright silver skull chain, and stylish large light-colored sunglasses on the bridge of her nose. She was completely different from the well-behaved nun, but she still barely fit the atmosphere of a nightclub.
Well, Selena paid for this outfit, but Mao Mao herself didn’t come over, and many people here know her.
"I thought the rich guys from the Upper East Side wouldn't come here to hang out," Harley said with a dry laugh.
The scene on stage was so unsightly that she didn't know where to turn her eyes.
"Why not come here? Chaos, high crime rate? Haha, do you remember where Mr. and Mrs. Wayne died? Crime Alley, just two streets away.
This is right next door to the Upper East Side, and it’s their playground.”
"Aren't the powerful people in the Upper East Side afraid of repeating the same mistakes? There are criminals everywhere here, and it's not unusual for another robbery to happen." Harley asked doubtfully.
"The Waynes are a special case. It was either a complete accident or a planned murder. Under normal circumstances, as long as they don't sneak into remote alleys, no one will attack them on the street."
Plica pointed at the men and women in the dance hall with a cigar, "This neighborhood is the Wall Street of the entire Gotham porn industry. It can satisfy anyone's desires and special needs. It is full of sin, and most of the sin was brought in by them."
"Sister Pulika!" A black girl waved to us from a distance.
Pulika also waved her hand, indicating that she would come immediately.
Then she turned to Harley and said seriously: "What do you think about it? Are you interested in joining us?"
"I'm just an honest nun." Harry said.
The kitten really got it right.
As soon as she entered the nightclub, the big black girl introduced her identity to her with practical actions.
Well, when I walked around the place with Harry, the people I met would either look at her in awe, or simply call out "Sister Pulika!"
Even rich people who dress gorgeously treat her with great respect.
Then the big black girl directly told Harley that if she wanted to do well in Bali Street, she must find the right backer.
"Diana, do you know that during this period, Falco's cabinet and Maroni were fighting fiercely?" Plica asked.
"Don't they always fight?" Harley asked doubtfully.
Plica shook her head, "The Falco cabinet once said that chaos is the biggest enemy of business.
Over the years, the two Hedao emperors have maintained a tacit understanding of Gotham's stability.
The purpose of being a gangster is not to fight bravely, everything is business and it is for money."
"What happened recently?" Harley asked curiously.
"Mr. and Mrs. Wayne are dead."
"Uh, I don't quite understand."
"You should understand that before Martha Wayne was shot, she had been promoting two major projects - the Charity Church on Bali Street and the modern sanatorium on Arkham Island."
Harley remembered what the kitten said to her - Maroni and Falcone both fell in love with Arkham.
Seeing the sudden look on her face, Pulika smiled and said: "It seems you have guessed that Falco's cabinet hopes to obtain the development rights of Arkham and build a number of high-end apartment buildings, while Maroni wants to take the island."
Build a warehouse on top.
This is a large project worth billions or even billions of dollars.
As I said before, Hedao's main business is not to fight bravely, but to work hard to make money."
"I can't affect the construction of the Bali Street Charity Church." Harry said with a wry smile.
Pulica rolled her eyes and said, "If you could decide who would eat the big cake on Bali Street, the person sitting across from you wouldn't be me. Mr. Falco's Cabinet would personally receive you."
This is also true.
"Tell me, what role do I play?" Harley asked.
"The land on Arkham Island belongs to the city council. When bidding for the island's development rights, Martha's sanatorium plan was selected by the city council, but she died early before she could sign the land ownership contract.
Therefore, you don't need to pay too much attention to Wayne's attitude. As long as you convince the city council, Falcone or Maroni can seize the ownership of Arkham.
The apartment we live in now and several nearby buildings were owned by the Wayne Group a long time ago.
Whether or not the cathedral is built or not is decided by Bruce Wayne.
Now that you are here, it seems that you have expressed part of Wayne's wishes.
He wants to build a church.
As the first successful nun, you are likely to occupy a high position in the cathedral in the future, and there is no way you can become the bishop of the Bali Street Diocese."
Harley sighed deeply, the kitten's layout was still small.
She also guessed that Pulika was interested in her personal strength in defeating two strong men, but she didn't expect that others would already focus on her a few years, or even more than ten years later.
At the same time, Harley was also impressed by Pulika. No wonder this black girl became a big sister at a young age. She looks thick and big, like a cannon fodder who can't survive one episode. In fact, she has a delicate mind and is a rare strategist type talent.
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"Is there any precedent for monks and nuns to join the Black Country?" Harley asked.
Pulika smiled, "Have you seen "The Godfather"?"
"Well, I've seen it before. Marlon Brando is so handsome."
"At the beginning of the movie, there is a plot where the embalmer asks the old godfather to avenge his daughter.
The undertaker said he was willing to pay any price, but the old godfather refused without hesitation. He said he would only help his friends," Plica said meaningfully.
Harley recalled that episode and vaguely understood what the big black girl meant.
The undertaker and his godfather were fellow villagers, but he got along relatively well. He disliked the old godfather as a black man, and had always been unwilling to deal with him.
Now that his daughter is being bullied by American gangsters, and the American law cannot help him, he has come to seek help from his godfather.
The godfather finally helped him, not because the embalmer joined the godfather's Heibang family, but because he admitted that he was the godfather's friend.
Since they are friends, the old godfather will also ask him for help next time if he needs help - let the undertaker help his dead son decorate his body.
Pulika meant the same thing, she just wanted to "make friends" with Harley, not to recruit her into the gang.
But Harley understood that if she nodded in agreement at this time, it would be equivalent to giving up her identity as a pure commoner and choosing Falcone.
"I just want to serve Christ." Hallie put on a pious appearance and declined politely.
If the undertaker was not helpless, how could he be friends with the old godfather?
Is she worse than an undertaker?
Pulika was not angry, she just smiled, stood up and said, "It's okay, come here to play more when you have time."
Harley didn't want to watch the stripper swing his stick. As soon as Pulika turned around, she also got up and walked towards the door.
...
After a while, there was a spacious conference room near the back door of the nightclub.
The table was filled with various types of weapons. A bald man in a suit and seven or eight tall and strong black girls in tight leather clothes gathered around the table to select their own equipment.
"She refused?" asked the black girl who called Plica before.
"Diana's life may have been more prosperous before." Plica was also oiling the gun.
"How can a little nun be worth your while?" the black girl next to her said disapprovingly.
"The Bali Street Cathedral is not a trivial matter, and I think she is more pleasing to the eye, so I want to help her. She humiliated Fras's people in public, I'm afraid she will get into some trouble." Plica said calmly.
The bald man raised his head and asked with interest: "Plica, did you read that right? A little nun defeated Davis and James with her bare hands?"
I know those two people. The reason why they were able to manage Du Ping's sales business in this neighborhood for Fras was just because they could fight hard enough.
You can’t do it one on two, right?”
"Boss Sasse, I think you should pay more attention to her identity and background." Plica said seriously.
Falcone's executioner shrugged and said lazily: "I'm only interested in fighting and killing, not to mention the Bali Street Cathedral, which I can't even see. Arkham Island gave it to me for free. I don't think so."
trouble."
Pulika sighed and stopped talking.
It is precisely because of Sass's "loving military commanders" character that she can quickly become famous with her burly figure and precise marksmanship.
"OK, girls, are you all ready? Boss Falcone ordered to clear out Maroni's warehouse at Heron Wharf." Sass stood up and shouted with a sniper rifle.
"Let Maroni know the pain this time." The black girls in tight leather clothes roared.
...
In the dark alley, I couldn't see my fingers, and two scarlet cigarette butts flickered on and off with my breathing.
"Kick, kick, kick!" The sound of running came closer and closer.
"Boss, there is no news from Scarlet Heaven, and the little nun is on her way home." The visitor said breathlessly.
It's the voice of "Iverson B" Davis.
Taking a sharp breath, the cigarette butt suddenly became as bright as burning, and the faint firelight illuminated a majestic and upright face with Chinese characters.
"Does this mean she rejected Pulika?"
"It must be, this is the rule of Gotham's underground world. Once a 'serious person' becomes friends with a certain Hedao family, that Hedao family will immediately hint about this to the outside world.
In this way, there will be no oolong problems in which family friends are troubled by street gangsters. It will also prevent big gangs from accidentally killing them and causing a large-scale fight between the two gangs." Iverson B affirmed.
The Chinese-character face flicked off the cigarette butt and said in deep thought: "She was going to bleed tonight, and now she has to help you establish her authority, so let's just call her unlucky."
"Click!" The short-haired man next to him gently loaded the pistol, "Call Vince now?"
"Yeah." The Chinese-character face nodded lightly.
The short-haired man took out a walkie-talkie from his pocket.
It is a special communicator for gcpd!
"Hello, this is Police Officer 5794, Agent Reeves of the Narcotics Group."
"Stab--Chief Reeves, this is Vince. I'm in the eighth alley of Bali Street. No suspicious person was found. How is the situation there?"
"We have now locked down the drug dealer's den, the staff dormitory of the Motor Oil Factory on Bali Street, Building 221. We will gather at the door of the apartment." Reeves said in a deep voice.
Iverson B made a gesture and asked the short-haired man to block the microphone, and then whispered: "BOSS, there is no need to go to her house, we can rob her halfway. Her house is opposite Pulika's house, just in case...
..”
The Chinese-character face hesitated and said: "The terrain outside is open and she is very capable of fighting. If she escapes..."
"Hey, boss, don't worry, James will take care of her, we just go pick up the body." Iverson said with a smile.