Harley didn't do anything. She didn't point a gun at them. She didn't deliberately use the melon grenade as a health ball.
But the two murderous drug dealers just sat there shivering, as if shrouded in a halo of fear, forgetting that they had pistols on their waists.
"Boss Harley, although we work for the GCPD, we have never offended you." Ivan forced a dry smile.
Harry was also a little surprised by the two dealers' reactions.
This is too exaggerated, she is ready to be shot twice more!
Although the defense expertise at level 20 has not yet been selected and cannot be upgraded to level 21 for the time being, the experience tank at level 20 is still mostly empty.
"Don't get excited, I'm not a bad person, it's just that I can't stay in Gotham anymore. I'm planning to run away because I need travel expenses." She smiled.
The two of them felt a thump in their hearts, and their eyes unconsciously moved to the backpack next to Alvin.
All the money collected from the dealership today is here.
"Since Sister Hallie has opened her mouth, we brothers should also do our best to help."
Moses quickly took out the money from his pocket, and when he touched the pistol in his waist, he struggled internally.
In the end, the numerous corpses of the GCPD shattered all his impulse and courage.
They also watched the live broadcast that day and saw with their own eyes how freely she came and went amidst the hail of bullets from the GCPD. Her crazy fighting style was completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Like the GCPD, they were frightened.
"You are sending beggars away. Is this money enough for a ferry ticket to Europe?" Looking at the piles of green bills in the hands of the two gangsters, Harley simply pulled out her pistol.
"Oh, no, this is really all the cash we have. Otherwise, I'll give you the gold chain too." Seeing the barrel of the gun, Moses and the two became even more frightened.
"Bang!" Harley blasted Moses' head, and the red and white stuff spread all over the car.
"Fake, you don't have to think about why I'm targeting you two 'neighbors'!"
"Ahhh!" Alvin was just like Hans's daughter at noon today, almost losing his mind in fear.
"Scream again and I'll kill you." Harley took two steps back, and the smell of urine and feces filled the air from under Alvin.
Ai Wen stopped shouting and quickly threw the money bag beside him out of the window.
"That's all the money."
"About how much?" Harley kicked the backpack, making it not too heavy.
"More than 24,000 knives." Ai Wen's face was filled with snot and tears.
"I heard from the boss of Sasse that the 'GCPD Trafficking Organization' has strict rules and regulations, with unified delivery, unified collection of money, and unified distribution of dividends.
As a secondary dealer, who would you give this money to?" Harley asked.
"I, I can't say it, I will die if I say it-"
"Bang!" Harley shot him in the head.
"Ahhh!" A pig-like howl sounded from the underground parking lot.
The dead cannot scream, and the scream came from an old Volvo that had just entered not far away.
"Bang bang!" Two shots accurately blew out the car lights, and Harley cursed: "Are you from Gotham, you still make a fuss when you see a dead man? Howl again, and I will send you to keep him company!"
They stopped shouting and stopped, opened the car door, bent over and ran back with their heads in their hands.
Harley opened the door of the Ford Mustang and dragged the white man Alvin out of the car.
He took out the devil's horn from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Ghostsummon! Use the devil's horn as a bridge. If this person's soul does not ascend to heaven, please let him answer my call!"
This was a spell that Constantine taught her and she used it for the first time.
"Uh-huh!" She covered her forehead and groaned. For a short moment, it seemed that she had stayed up all night, and she suddenly became very tired.
"Hoo ho ho—" A cold and strong wind suddenly blew in the almost closed underground car and warehouse, and it was centered on the bodies of Harley and Alvin.
The wind seems to have a shadow, bringing shadows to this space that even light cannot penetrate.
"**, Constantine didn't lie to me, it really worked."
Harley took a few steps back in fear.
At this time, Ivan's body also changed.
His muscles became shriveled, his skin took on a plastic-like gray sheen, and his hair crawled out of his head like nematodes, flying in the air like a ball of seaweed.
Both hands are also deformed, like devil's hands, with sharp and long nails, and fins between the fingers to hold mucous membranes.
But the most exaggerated thing is the mouth with the devil's horns inserted into it, and the lips protrude upward, resembling a funnel.
"I, where am I? I'm so cold. Mom, ah, I can't find my way home. Ah, I'm burning in the flames. It's so painful. Where am I -"
The dead are talking, just like an old stereo playing old videos, with some salsa noises in the distortion.
Harley swallowed and asked, "Tell me, who will you give the money to?"
"Money, ah, I remembered, it's you, wuwuwu——" it howled miserably, and the wind became stronger.
"I order you to tell me the answer." Harley said.
"No, I will only say one thing - it was Witch Halle who killed me, it was Witch Halle who killed me, it was Witch Halle -"
"Bang!" Harley stepped forward with a dull face and kicked his neck into a "7" shape.
"It was Witch Halle who killed me, it was Witch Halle who killed me!"
It was still shouting, the sound getting louder and shriller, the lights turned pale, and black spots climbed up the corners of the wall and the concrete floor.
Black rust flew off the car's exterior, surrounding Harry like dust.
Harry's expression condensed, knowing that this area was being pulled into the Shadow Realm again - the intersection of Limbo and Hell.
She quickly bent down and prepared to pull out the devil's horn.
"You bastard, don't scream!" Suddenly, another person's voice came from the horn-shaped mouth of the corpse.
Then Alvin really stopped barking.
"Hi, Witch Harley?"
Harley was really shocked, "Who are you? How do you know me?"
"Hey hey hey, you asked me who I am, hey hey hey..." The man laughed lowly.
"The devil's horns are connected to hell, are you a devil from hell?" Harley realized something.
It was strange that she was not so scared, but rather a little excited.
"In the name of Satan, the Legion of Eternal Punishment greets you!"
"Are you kidding me? Would a big man like Satan notice me?" Harley asked doubtfully.
"Of course, His Majesty Satan will pay attention to all the enemies of the Holy Crusade." said the devil on the opposite side.
"Hell pays so much attention to the return of the Son of God that even Satan is always watching?" Harley asked in surprise.
"You know so much, but not enough." The devil said.
Harley's eyes flashed and she asked, "What's your name?"
"Hehehe, you are really a qualified black magician. I am the judge of hell and am happy."
"Uh..." In such a serious and cunning environment, this silly name suddenly popped up, making Harry want to laugh.
"Brother Huanxi, what is the deep meaning behind the coming of the Holy Son?"
"Don't call me brother, you don't deserve it!" Huan Xi said unhappy.
"Okay, happy judge."
A sneer appeared at the corner of Harley's lips, sooner or later you will know how powerful Sister Harley is.
"Join the Legion of Eternal Punishment, and I will tell you the secret of the coming of the Holy Son." He said joyfully.
"Are you here to get me to join the gang?" Harley asked strangely.
"You're still of some use." Huanxi said lightly.
"First tell me what Hell wants me to do." Harley said.
"Sacrifice the holy relic to His Majesty Satan, you won't need it anyway, and then kill a few more crusaders, that's all your value." Huanxi said lazily.
There was a hint of ridicule in Harry's eyes, Satan was nothing more than that, he didn't even know that the cross had a new owner.
She really got distracted.
As long as the participants themselves don’t talk about things related to God, no one can get a glimpse of them through the power of “omniscience.”
"What if I don't agree?" Harley asked.
"What do you disagree with? Are you still planning to reconcile with the Crusaders? It's either this or that, the parties are the same as those who are different, and there is no neutrality. You have thought clearly." Huanxi sneered.
"Is it possible that I don't even have the value of being lured, so I just start threatening you?" Harley said with a dull face.
"Crash!" Dead ghost Ivan's eyes suddenly opened like his mouth, and a silver fountain emerged from the eye hole, which was a shining silver coin.
"This is your reward for the significant blow to the Holy Advent Crusade's reputation in the material world in recent months.
Don't think that the money is of no use to you. To any black magician, Charon's silver coins are treasures.
For example, in my name, you can buy any demon with silver coins, as long as the price is enough."
"Uh, thank you." Harley looked at the pile of silver coins and felt that the world had become so magical!
However, she seems to remember that there is a very difficult and useful black magic in the "Magic Book of Truth" - summoning the hell carriage, which requires the use of hell coins.
"By serving the Legion of Eternal Punishment, you can obtain incredible wealth, huge magic power, endless lifespan, and even all kinds of rare treasures that you can't even imagine.
The more you do, the more you get, the more you get... Hehehe, I look forward to the day when you truly become a member of Eternal Punishment!"
The gloomy and proud laughter, with some arrogance and sarcasm, gradually disappeared.
The eye holes were closed again, and Alvin continued to howl miserably: "It was Witch Harley who killed me, it was Witch Harley who killed me, it was -"
"Bo!" Harley's voice stopped abruptly as she pulled out the devil's horn that was covered in fishy saliva from its mouth.
The trumpet mouth disappeared, and Alvin's demonized corpse was no different from before.
The howling wind dissipated, the decayed black spots on the floor and walls disappeared, and the lights became warm and colorful again.
Cars that were almost weathered into skeletons were restored to their original appearance.
Nothing has changed.
Hearing the whistle again from the parking garage gate, Harry felt as if he was dreaming.
But she knew she was not dreaming, because there was a small pile of silver coins around Alvin's head.
He leaned over and picked one up.
An ancient coin that is cool and has a high quality.
"The Eternal Punishment Army is so confident, aren't you afraid that I will take the money and run away?" Harley asked doubtfully.
Her expression became solemn.
The Judge of Hell is definitely not stupid.
Just like Falcone isn't afraid of some Gotham gangster taking his money and doing nothing, the Legion of Punishment is confident of corrupting her?
"Sigh, compared to the troubles of the Legion of Everlasting Punishment, the GCPD and the church suddenly became so dull."
Harley didn't care much about running away anymore.
Running to Mexico, running to Morocco, running to China and Hong Kong...what difference does it make to the Legion of Eternal Punishment?
Shaking her head, she regained her energy and said, "It turns out that the Devil's Horn can only ask the murderer. I will kill one and keep the other later."
Let him listen to his brother's howl in hell, and he should become docile and obedient, and then send him to be reunited with his brother!"
Harley put the silver coins into her purse, left the garage calmly, and headed to the next drug dealer's home.