Chapter 807 There was Uncle Sam before, and we met the Statue of Liberty again
"Hey, John, it's Harley who's looking for you. She's on the second floor, did you hear me?" the caravan leader said with a dark face and a forced smile.
"She is too fierce, I don't dare to see her." It looked up in fear, and its body began to fade away.
Damn it, even evil spirits bully the weak and fear the strong?
The horse gang leader endured the discomfort and quickly comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, Senator Quinn is very kind and won't hurt you."
"She is a congressman?" Kennedy's body became solid, and most of the fear disappeared from his face.
"Congressman?" it asked.
"I should be able to be elected in the next term. Right now I'm just a New York State congressman."
The fear on its face completely disappeared, and it stood there without moving away. A smile appeared on its pale face, "It turns out it's just a state legislator. I'm the president of the United States. She should be afraid of me..."
There's something wrong with this Kennedy's brain!
The caravan advocated opening their mouths, but held back what they wanted to say.
"My dear, you go back to your room first."
He turned his head and said to his trembling wife who was holding his arms.
"Kennedy?"
At this moment, Harley, who received the notice from the agents, also walked down from the second floor.
"President Kennedy." it said seriously.
"Hello, President Kennedy."
Harley's eyes were strange, and this Kennedy seemed to be lacking in brains.
"I want to visit your country, the United States. Can you lead the way?" she asked directly.
Kennedy looked at her, the dog Shengzi beside her, then looked back at the caravan leader and the agents who were surrounded by enemies, and said: "I only invite the president, and only the president can go to the United States and my White House."
"If I participate in the presidential election in the future, I will probably be elected," Harley said with a smile.
"Why?" it asked.
"I am a decathlete and have outstanding business abilities." Harley said confidently.
It shook its head and said: "You may not be able to become president if you are capable. In fact, many presidents are a bit stupid."
This seems to be a true statement?
"I have high moral character and am respected by others." Harry said.
"Haha, if you're not a villain, you still want to be the president of the United States? Just dream." It sneered again and again.
The caravan leader blushed.
Harry was startled, it seemed like he was telling the truth again?
"I have made great contributions to the American people, and they will choose me," she said.
It continued to shake its head, "If you think this way, you probably won't be elected president."
Harley frowned and said: "Several generals with outstanding merits have become presidents in history."
There was a hint of impatience on its face, "You haven't understood the secret of campaigning at all."
The horse gang leader immediately said: "Harley is rich, with a net worth of tens of billions, and it is no problem to invest one billion in campaign funds."
It looked hesitant.
The horse gang leader added: "She has a wide network and has many friends in the political and business circles. She joined the Democratic Party ten years ago and has very strong political capital."
"Then you come too, together." It invited Harley.
Harley was stunned.
"I'm not going, only Harry is going alone." The leader of the caravan waved his hands repeatedly.
"We are going to the White House of the United States, and the president is the key. I can come to see you, and you can also visit me," it said.
Jabi thoughtfully said: "That 'hell kingdom' is probably related to the United States itself."
Harley said to the caravan leader: "With me and Yebi, you will not be in danger."
"Okay." The horse gang leader agreed reluctantly.
But when two people and a dog were about to follow the dead ghost to another White House, he stopped the dog and said, "Only the president and the reserve president can go, not the dog."
Harry rolled his eyes and said, "My dog can speak human language, so it may not be unable to participate in the election."
"Whether it can speak human language has never been the point. Is it rich?" it asked.
"My money is its money."
"Does it have connections in the political arena, and can it impress voters with simple, clear, and alluring political slogans?" it asked again.
"Definitely, it's more popular than me in theory, and the promises it makes are absolutely attractive, especially to the rich and powerful." Harley said affirmatively.
"Is it a pure American, or a generation of immigrants?" it finally asked.
"His father is not American, but he is well-known and very popular in the United States, and his mother is an absolutely pure American bully dog."
The caravan leader's father is not American, but his mother is, so she is somewhat similar to Yebby.
"Okay, let's come together."
It turned and walked toward the darkness.
When it turned around, they found that it was indeed brainless, with a hole as big as an orange on the back of its head. Even though it had been covering it with its hands, its white brain was almost drained.
"At the end of the road, there is a wall in front of you." the horse gang leader reminded.
Harley's eyes flashed and she said through the voice: "It doesn't matter, we just need it to provide coordinates."
When he was about to hit the wall, the horse gang leader couldn't help but close his eyes, take one step, two steps, three steps
Didn't hit anything.
He opened his eyes curiously and saw that he had arrived on a car highway. The sky was as dark as blood, surrounded by a desolate Gobi desert, and in front of him was a huge city shrouded in shadow.
"That's Gotham?"
Harley looked around and saw that Kennedy was walking forward alone, holding the hole in the back of his head.
"You know, I'm patrolling the United States," it said.
I know, yes, when this guy died, he was indeed on a speaking tour in the United States, seeking re-election.
"This is indeed the United States, and it is also hell." Harley turned to ask Yebby, "Can you sense its specific conditions?"
Yebi shook his head, "Let's go into the city and have a look."
"Hey, Harley, it's so cold. Why is it so cold here?" the horse gang leader said, trembling with his arms crossed.
"Hell, of course the climate is harsh. Look at the sky, it is almost exactly the same as hell, like a piece of dark red, dirty blood. Hell is either hot and unbearable, or freezing cold. Yebi, please help Mr. President."
Jebi put a layer of clothing of holy light on the caravan leader.
"Huh." The caravan leader let out a long sigh of relief, finally thinking about other issues, "Why did hell become the United States?"
"Well, it's not that hell has turned into the United States, but" Harley frowned and felt for a moment, then said strangely: "This is the United States, a kingdom of God composed of the 'collection of beliefs of the United States' in the real world?"
"What do you mean?" The caravan leader was confused.
While following Kennedy towards Gotham City, Harley looked around with a complicated expression and said, "You have seen Uncle Sam many times, don't you understand his state of existence?
Since there is a "heart of love for the United States" that embodies the "patriotic God's Kingdom", Uncle Sam who represents the United States is born.
So in addition to patriotism, there are many dark emotions and cognitions, which are shallow beliefs and also have power.
In the fifth dimension of thinking, even subconscious ‘knowing’ has real power.”
"Is this the Kingdom of Faith that embodies the 'Hate of the United States'?" The horse gang leader's expression changed slightly and he asked nervously: "Will we encounter Silly Damu and Stupid Ladan?"
"No, there are no enemies of the United States here. There are only," Harley said uncertainly, "I guess there is only the 'U.S.' itself. It has entered the 'Kingdom of Hell'. There is no need to follow Kennedy. Let's speed up."
She started running, and Yebi followed her, carrying the leader of the horse with the Holy Light.
In just a few breaths, Kennedy passed by. He stretched out his hand and shouted something. They didn't listen, and they didn't stop. It wasn't until they reached the entrance of the city that Hallie slowed down.
A fat middle-aged white man hung with a rope around his neck under a streetlight. His upper body clothes were torn, exposing his bare chest, with the bloody words "Welcome to Gotham" carved on it with a knife.
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After entering the city, the places where the street signs used to be were replaced by Hanged Ghosts, and words were carved on the chest and back.
The huge city is almost exactly the same as the real world, but it is empty, there are no people in sight, and the streets are deserted, dirty, empty, and monotonous.
It is also filled with an inexplicable sense of dryness that makes people unable to calm down.
"Ah, it's snowing." The leader of the horse gang stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils, "shit, this is not ice and snow, but a fan!"
Hallie stood on the street for a moment, and a layer of white powdery Du Ping quickly fell on her body.
"This city is like the thoughts of a degenerate drug addict. The boring and empty streets are his thoughts. The dilapidated and old buildings are the dim colors and unbearable memories. Du Ping is his desire. I will probably see it later.
To something even worse." She said in a complicated tone.
Before the sigh of "ta da da da" could be heard, fierce and dense gunshots were heard in the distance.
After several people walked over, they saw a bleeding building.
In the twenty-four-story building, blood is flowing out of every window and door, just like the bullet holes in the body of the fat American man in reality.
There was still a gunfight inside, and screams and curses could be heard.
Harry was curious and put her head in the door to take a look. She was hit by a hail of bullets, which dazzled her.
She already had a rough guess about this place: this is the United States, the United States itself, and the characteristics of the United States are the appearance and characteristics of this place.
She had expected to see a group of gang members, this was Gotham after all.
But she was wrong. The people fighting inside had all identities: firefighters, GCPD, students, children, nurses, doctors, elites in suits, and pot-bellied tycoons.
They all have red eyes, and their faces are full of viciousness and evil smiles, venting ammunition and cruelty wantonly.
"Well, my layout is still a bit small. Yes, this is the United States." Harley quickly calmed down.
She calmly grabbed a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and asked, "What's going on here?"
"What do you mean?" it asked blankly.
"Why are you fighting? What are you fighting for?" the caravan leader asked.
“Isn’t the reason why stores sell guns so that we can pull the trigger on each other?”
"There has to be a specific purpose, right?" the horse gang leader said displeased.
"In the United States, shooting is just like eating. There is no special purpose."
Harley threw it there and continued walking forward. It turned back and continued to join the eternal gunfire.
Along the way they encountered several bloody buildings or streets.
Gradually, they got used to it, turned a blind eye and moved on.
It wasn't until outside Central Park that Harley felt the breath of the gods.
"Yebi, the God of Faith appears nearby, have you noticed it?"
Yebi stared at the dense woods in Central Park and said, "Yes, there are weak fluctuations in the divine power of faith."
"God? He is the master of this place? Maybe he can tell us the truth about this weird and unreal country of America." The leader of the caravan was a little excited. Everything he had seen before made him feel extremely depressed.
Central Park in Manhattan, New York, has a huge lawn at the southwest end, covering an area of 60,000 square meters.
It is often used as a gathering place for large demonstrations or political movements.
Americans call it "Sheep's Green." It has a beautiful name and beautiful scenery. It is one of the most legendary and iconic locations in Manhattan.
In countless Hollywood movies and American TV series, as long as Central Park is involved, the director will not hesitate to give it a long shot.
When Harley, two people and one dog arrived, they saw a carnival party there.
Hundreds of men surrounded and annihilated a goddess naked!
The goddess held a big torch and wore a pointed crown.