"Diana, I have to go see Boss Sasse right away, do you want to come with me?" Turning off the phone, the big black girl said seriously.
Harley was very calm and asked softly: "What happened?"
"GCPD has a big operation. Chief Luo suddenly descended on the old city police station in the afternoon, closed the door, took away all police officers' mobile phones, and only asked them to bring weapons and police communicators. Almost all officers were dispatched, but even the specific targets were kept secret.
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Harley sighed secretly, knowing that there was something wrong with Gordon and Harvey, and her position was exposed.
However, she had already prepared for this - weapons and equipment, the most detailed terrain map around Bali Street, and even several sets of combat plans.
To be honest, she is still a little eager to give it a try.
"The target range is our apartment building?" she asked, licking her lips.
"It's not that precise. Each team is assigned a task, and Sheriff Tony happens to be in charge of our building. So, he called me from the store to remind me." The big black girl said as she walked out quickly.
"They are already here?" Harley asked again.
"Well, we have entered Bali Street, and interception points are being set up at the entrances of various alleys and streets. Could it be that Maroni bribed Lobu and asked him to attack us?
Or, too many congressmen were killed some time ago, and Washington issued a special order?"
The big black girl's mind was racing, and all kinds of thoughts popped up one after another, but she didn't suspect Harley.
"Wait a moment, I'll go back and take a look." Harley said.
Pulika waited at the door for two minutes, but no one came. She ran to shout impatiently, but as soon as she opened the door, she opened her mouth wide and froze there.
Harley took off her coat and sweater, wearing a small bulletproof vest inside and a long cape made of dark purple kelaf fiber material. At this moment, she was lifting up her trouser legs and tying a flexible bulletproof plate to her calf.
That's not all. On the counter, there are lady hats with thin steel helmets embedded in them, masks, strange goggles, two Colt pistols, a rifle, a G36C short rifle, and four sets of two melon grenades.
Ten pieces, several pistol magazines, a rifle belt, three rifle magazines, energy bars for athletes to replenish their physical strength, sports drinks...
"You, what are you doing?" the big black girl said blankly.
Harley turned to her and smiled brightly, "Sorry, Pulika, I lied to you. I am Harley Quinn, and the police are here for me this time."
"Are you Witch Harley?!" Pulika subconsciously grabbed the gun, but the next moment she saw Harley holding it up again with a smile, and the gun was pointed at her intentionally or unintentionally.
The big black girl smiled bitterly, removed her hand from the holster, shook her head and said: "Subconscious action, you...you are so talented, and now you are a top shooter."
"Thanks to you and Boss Sasse for your help."
Harley kept moving her hands, putting on goggles, Kairav, and an alloy steel double-layered lady's hat. She also took off her black short boots and took out a pair of soft leather armed boots from the cabinet.
"You can stay home and close the door. The fight won't end anytime soon," she suggested.
"Perhaps, we can ask Boss Sasse to call Lobu." The big black girl said hesitantly.
"It's useless, Chief Luo didn't even say hello, and he led his people to raid Boss Sasse's territory.
Obviously, the pressure from the church is enough to break the tacit understanding between the police department and the black state.
Moreover, Falcone is a businessman and knows how to weigh the pros and cons and will never offend the church for me."
After changing her boots, Harley pulled out a shoulder bag and put the rifle, bullets and other items in it. She only had two pistols on her waist, and the rifle was hung on the other shoulder.
After doing all this, Harley seemed a lot shorter.
Of course, the height has not changed. The main reason is that the width and thickness of the body have increased, making the height appear a bit shorter.
The corners of Pulika's mouth twitched a few times and she said, "Maybe you guessed wrong, they are not here for you."
"It's confirmed, just to arrest me."
The owl glasses come with a small box of miniature reconnaissance aircraft, which is about the size of the belly of your thumb. It is very hidden at night, but it is somewhat eye-catching during the day.
Therefore, Harley simply used several drones as simple cameras to fix the surroundings of several alleys outside the building to ensure that her apartment would not be suddenly surrounded by enemies.
At this moment, a large number of GCPDs were surrounding the place from all directions, and they no longer even tried to hide their purpose.
"The GCPD still has snipers. I have to change positions before they set up their sniper rifles. Well, let's engage in mobile warfare. Pulika, be careful. I placed a booby trap behind the door and turned on the gas."
After closing the door, Harley hung up her backpack and trotted deeper into the corridor.
"Help me say sorry to Boss Sasse. I don't want to lie to anyone, but--bang!"
Harley had already run to the end of the corridor, kicked open the door of the house, and disappeared from the sight of the big black girl.
"Ah, Sister Diana, what are you doing? My family has no money, and I go to you to get food every day. Don't you remember?"
Vaguely, a woman with a Mexican accent was screaming.
"Bang bang bang bang..." The big black girl was still looking around, and the sound of dense footsteps came from the door steps.
GCPD armed with various types of firearms, a ten-man team.
"Pulika, this matter today has nothing to do with you, so please stay out of the way." The leading police sergeant lowered his gun barrel and looked at the big black girl warily.
"OK, it has nothing to do with me." Pulika nodded, returned to her room, and locked the anti-theft iron door.
"Harley Quinn, you have been surrounded. Open the door obediently and come out to surrender. You are not a wanted criminal today, you are just a suspect and will come with us back to the police station for interrogation."
The sergeant's voice was loud and clear and could be heard far down the corridor, but no one opened the door and came out to look.
It's as if this is an empty building with no one living in it.
The sergeant shouted a few more times, but still received no response. He immediately took a few steps back and waved: "The explosion prevention team is ready!"
"BOOOM!" The door was kicked open, and fire and shrapnel instantly filled their field of vision.
"Ah, my legs!"
"Ah ah ah, my eyes, I can't see."
"Save me, save me..."
The whole building shook slightly, and most of the ten-person team immediately lay down, while the remaining people were also shocked and at a loss.
"Damn it, such a strict action plan was exposed in advance." The police sergeant cursed as he crouched on guard.
...
Two hours ago, in the suburbs of Gotham, Falcone Manor.
"This is Archbishop Marvin's first time coming to my home, right?"
The old man threw the corn kernels into the chicken coop and watched the newly purchased golden pheasant peck vigorously, with a satisfied smile on his face.
He is the Godfather of Gotham. He has ruled the underground world for decades and is already covered with gray hair.
However, his figure is still so tall, he is not hunched over, not fat or weak, and he is still meticulously combed with his hair in a slicked back that has been combed for decades.
Everyone has their own hobbies. Hedao Emperor Kamai's hobby is not to kill people, nor is it to hold a lighter and a stereo and lead a group of boys to bomb the streets.
He likes to raise chickens.
Not only for cockfighting, the chicken coop covers an area of tens of square meters and raises all kinds of chickens, even the three-yellow chickens of the Great China.
"If there's a first time, there's a second time."
Archbishop Marvin held his hands in front of him and watched Falcone raising chickens with a leisurely expression.
"Hahaha, we are old friends. Thirty-four years ago, I first sent you an invitation, hoping that you could preside over my son's baptism, but you refused.
Twenty-eight years ago, when my daughter was born, I personally dialed your number...
I don't need to show my kindness to you, or want to have anything to do with the church. As a father, I simply hope that my children can receive the best blessings.
You have rejected my kindness so many times before, why are you here now?"
Marvin's old face twitched a few times, and the disdain and disgust in his eyes flashed away.
"I have often heard it said that the Romans never refuse friendship, no matter when it comes," he said gently.
"Roman" was Falcone's nickname for the bandits on the road.
Falcone finally put down the chicken food, clapped his hands, and said in surprise: "What happened? Is one of my subordinates involved in the witch case?"
The surprise on the archbishop's face could not be concealed, "Your Excellency, you are so wise! She was hidden by Bruce Wayne in an apartment on Bali Street and became Plica's friend as Sister Diana Leonardo.
During this period, she got closer to your subordinate Victor Sass. Out of respect for you, I came here to personally explain before taking action."
"I see."
Falcone waved to the black suit standing at the edge, whispered a few rich words, and asked curiously: "How did you find her? Did one of my men betray her, was it an accident, or...
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"Sass didn't know her identity, and the person who revealed her information was a police detective. His partner was too stubborn and too ungrateful.
In the past few days, they have seized on our vital points and pursued and beat us fiercely.
We had to take action.
Just when the church soldiers were about to put an end to this little trouble, one of the police detectives spoke. He didn't want to die, nor did he want his companions to die, so he exchanged a very valuable piece of information for their lives.
It takes no effort to get there even if you wear iron shoes.
During a mission, they unexpectedly encountered a witch who was disguising her identity.
So, I let the detective go for the second time." Archbishop Marvin said slowly.
Falcone frowned and said hesitantly: "Is it Jim Gordon and his partner Harvey Bullock?"
The archbishop's pupils shrank, "You really surprise me. Could it be that not a single plant or tree in Gotham escapes your notice?"
Falcone narrowed his eyes and said softly: "It's not hard to guess. Gordon is the only hot-blooded policeman left in the Gotham Police Department, and I also read the news and know that he is investigating your case.
Can I ask, can you harm his life?"
"He also has a relationship with you?"
"Haha, the archbishop is so forgetful. Prosecutor Gordon twenty years ago was friends with you, right? At least, you presided over his funeral!" Falcone sarcastically said.
"Well, it turns out he's his son." Archbishop Marvin was a little embarrassed.
He looked down on people who were gangsters. Even though he was the emperor of Hedao, he really liked to make friends with powerful people.
The Gotham District Attorney is considered a very powerful person.
"I originally planned to kill him because he was too stubborn and too smart.
Can you imagine that in less than half a month, he found fifteen women who had been assaulted by Hercules Dauger and successfully persuaded them to testify in court."
"I'm sorry!" The Archbishop slapped his forehead, groaned and shouted: "Some of them even have children who are almost 10 years old, have families, and have a new life... This kind of people should be the hardest to convince.