"Do you know all the costumes of Gotham's cross-dressing heroes? For example, Mr. Shadow and Black Man." Harley asked again.
"Mr. Shadow is a top-notch second-generation rich man, and he also bought the armor and carbon nanomodular suit from us, which cost US$1.5 million for the whole set.
It also exceeds level 6 defense and can block sniper rifles, but it only weighs 1.5 kilograms.
And the modular design that fully adapts to joint movement makes it as flexible as if it were naked.”
Touching his chin, the old man hesitated and said: "Mr. Shadow's uniform is still not as good as Black Man's.
Black Man's suit has the style of Wayne's Laboratory, but we don't have any data about it here.
Sometimes I have doubts that Black Man is a high-tech weapons researcher of the Wayne Group, or that he is supported by the bosses of the Wayne Group."
After some comparison, Harley finally chose Mr. Shadow's carbon nano modular suit of the same style.
It is not the most expensive, but most of the cost of more expensive armor is spent on functions other than defense.
For example, there is a tuxedo that can assist the wearer in combat. Its AI comes with 49 fighting techniques and costs up to two million dollars. However, the defense is not enough to withstand automatic rifles.
"Do you have enough money?" The old man looked at Harley's cheap hoodie suspiciously.
"Your supermarket even has dozens of anti-aircraft missiles, who dares to default on their purchases?" Harley complained.
The old man hesitated for a moment and said: "Our mercenary supermarket has a history of hundreds of years and has always had a good reputation. Therefore, I don't want to hide the flaws of this armor from you."
"What flaw?" Harley asked.
"When Mr. Shadow was arrested that day, he was slightly punched at close range. Not to mention dents on the surface of the armor, not even a layer of oily skin was broken. But he fainted, do you know?"
I'm right there!
"Well, that's exactly why I chose it, the defense is strong enough." Harley said.
"No, you didn't understand what I meant. He wasn't too nervous or scared when he fainted. He was knocked unconscious by the impact of the bullet.
Probably due to the characteristics of this GRE carbon nanofiber, it has strong hard defense, but it is difficult to remove the impact of bullets.
Even a strong man like Mr. Shadow can't bear it. You, a little girl, will be hit by a sniper bullet and your organs will be shattered."
Harley said calmly: "Since it has such a big flaw, can it be cheaper?"
She was at the scene when Mr. Shadow fainted, and she heard from the FBI that the reason for his fainting was the impact the old man said.
But Harley needs impact!
Without impact, how can she gain experience?
She has always had a conflicting attitude towards the bulletproof suit. She longs for its safety, but complains that it neutralizes too much attack power.
Now it's fine. This suit with major holes in the material just meets her needs.
"I've said so much, aren't you listening?" The old man was a little annoyed.
"I heard, thank you, but I'm not afraid." Harley said.
The old man picked up the pen with a dull face and said: "I can get a 20% discount. Tell me the detailed data of your body, not only the three dimensions, but also the arm length, shoulder width, palms, soles, arm circumference... or...
, can I help you measure it again?"
"No, I have it." Harley took out a note from her pocket and handed it to the old man.
When she was still Diana, she had visited the Mercenary Supermarket several times.
"Hey, this data looks a bit familiar -" the old man suddenly raised his head, pointed at Harley and said in shock: "Witch Harley!"
"I'm not." Harley said calmly.
A small dagger slipped from the cuff of his right hand, and he held it in his palm. The next moment he could cut his throat with one knife - as long as this old guy dared to scream!
"Well, right, you're not." The old man glanced vaguely at the bulging bag on her waist, and his tone and expression quickly calmed down.
While waiting for the warehouseman to deliver the goods, he approached Harley and asked with a smile: "What big moves have you made recently?
I have a very strict mouth, and Mercenary Supermarket never cares about the bad things in Gotham."
Harley was unmoved on the surface, but she was making plans in her heart.
According to the original plan, she did want to reveal her movements and future plans to the outside world.
The purpose is also simple, to mislead the enemy!
But this old man belongs to the mercenary supermarket... If she is really strict with her words, she will not be able to publicize her plan to the outside world.
While hesitating, the old man pointed to a few men in black robes who were browsing the products in the explosives area and said: "They are from Central Asia and are organizations on the Pentagon's wanted list. Compared with them, what you do is nothing."
"You are quite old, don't you want to die on the bed of old age in peace?" Harley said lightly.
The old man smiled and said: "Do you think this will work? You and the old man have a good talk, and I will reveal some news related to you."
"tell me the story."
"Chief Luo had hoped that the Guard would come out to suppress you, but the governor refused. Moreover, the state assembly believed that the actions of the gcpd that day were seriously illegal and was preparing to impeach some bigwigs in Gotham."
"It seems that the United States is not a theocratic country yet." Harley said sarcastically.
The old man sighed: "Ignoring the law, manipulating the municipal courts and courts, arbitrarily mobilizing the armed forces of the police station, and daring to target the guards, all of these have violated the taboos above!
Not to mention that few people believe in God now, even in the ignorant era hundreds of years ago, if the church dared to interfere in national politics like this, it would cause strong backlash from those in power."
"Even so, I'm still ready to run away." Harley said.
"You still need to buy a body armor when you're running away?" The old man looked suspicious.
"I plan to go to Central Asia to work as a mercenary, and I have even contacted the team." Harley vowed.
The corners of the old man's mouth twitched and he remained silent.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked over, carrying a black alloy box the size of a suitcase in his hand.
He bowed respectfully to the old man, put down the box and turned away without saying a word.
"Actually, you can go find Falcone." The old man finally said when Harley picked up the box.
"Do the Romans have so much energy?" Harley asked doubtfully.
"Of course he won't be a crusader for you, but he can make the 'Witch' disappear without a trace, and you will be the boss in Chicago or Las Vegas."
Stay anonymous and change your identity to be the boss?
Falcone can probably do it.
Harley nodded and asked curiously: "Are you his?"
"No, I just admire you more." The old man said kindly.
Harry looked touched and sighed sincerely: "Let's go out and hang out for two years. I've bought my boat tickets and I'll leave tonight."
...
Looking at Harley's back walking towards the checkout counter, the old man took a few steps back and hid his body behind the shelves.
"Hey, it's me, under old Gibbs Falco's cabinet. I met Harley Quinn. She was in the mercenary supermarket and purchased a GRE carbon nanofiber bulletproof suit.
Hey, it’s the same style as Mr. Shadow’s.
It’s not surprising, her physical fitness is beyond that of ordinary people, and that suit is just right for her.”
"Yes, she is planning to run away. What is the attitude of tonight's ship... towards you? Well, she should be happy to serve you, but she lacks confidence."
"Oh, how can a message be worth a hundred thousand dollars... Oh, I understand, I have to wait half an hour, half an hour before selling this message to other people... Thank you, thank you Farr
Under the Ministry of Science and Technology."
...
Half an hour later.
"Hey, it's me, Mr. Gibbs Maroney Sr., I saw... Oh, you don't care about her. Goodbye."
Turning off the phone, the old man cursed, "A peerless warrior like Harley Quinn has the world at her fingertips, yet she has no interest at all. What an ignorant idiot!"
"Director Luo? It's me, old Gibbs. Alas, I called you just now, but I haven't gotten through... No more nonsense, it's the Witch Harley. She's going to run away tonight.
...I don’t know which ship it is..."
...
Old City Gotham Police Department.
"Attention all GCPD!" Black police inspector Sarah Eisen stood by the fence and shouted, attracting the attention of all the police officers on the first and second floors.
"Just now, Director Luo sent a notice that the witch Harley Quinn appeared in the mercenary supermarket. She purchased a bulletproof suit of the same style as Mr. Shadow."
"Wow, that's high-tech material. It costs more than one million U.S. dollars. Where did she get the money?" Edward Nygma of the Evidence Section exclaimed.
"Shit! That money...damn it!" Anti-narcotics Sergeant Fras seemed to have thought of something, and his face turned ugly for a moment.
Inspector Sarah lowered her right hand and waited until the scene became quiet again before continuing: "Witch Harley plans to run away and leave tonight on a cruise ship or cargo ship.
Commander Luo's order is very clear. All personnel are dispatched to block the dock and she must not be allowed to leave."
"Farke, if she wants to leave, let her go. Let's not talk about whether we can stop her. How many brothers will we die if we arrest her?" Harvey Bullock cursed with an ugly look on his face.
"Yeah, so many people were killed and injured last time. What was the reason for? She wasn't even a wanted criminal - at least not before."
"The big shot wants to curry favor with the church and asks us to die. Can I ask for leave and not go?"
"A few days ago, she only had two Kairavs worth several hundred dollars. Now she has put on Mr. Shadow's invincible armor, and she is completely unable to fight!"
...
"Quiet, everyone, be quiet, listen to me!" The black police inspector took a lot of effort to control the situation again.
"Regardless of whether Harley Quinn was innocent in the Abbey case, what is certain now is that she killed dozens of GCPD members, all of whom were our colleagues and friends.
We all have the responsibility, both legally and emotionally, to arrest her and bring her to justice.
It has nothing to do with the church or the Holy Crusade. For the sake of our friends, for the honor of being the GCPD, and to stand upright in front of the citizens of Gotham, we must take action tonight!"
This time, everyone was silent.
"As for how to arrest Harley Quinn, we also made a post-war summary earlier and formulated corresponding tactics based on her abilities and fighting style.
Now I emphasize again, give up light weapons, do not use pistols to shoot at her, and everyone should wear bulletproof clothing and helmets.
In addition to heavy firepower weapons, they mainly carry batons and anti-riot net guns.
Approaching with a blast shield and restricting her movement with a net gun, Harley Quinn is just a 14-year-old female athlete."
"Do you understand?" shouted the inspector.
"Yes, sir!"
"Go to the equipment room to get your own weapons and start taking action!"
After giving the order, the GCPD immediately got busy.
"Hello, Chief Luo, I'm Fras." As soon as the mobilization meeting ended, Chief Fras entered the unmanned interrogation room.
"Didn't you go to the dock to search for the witch? What do you want from me now?" Lobu's indifferent voice came from the receiver.
Fras said excitedly: "BOSS, I know who robbed our money!
Witch Harley, she bought a million-dollar super bulletproof suit. Where did she get the money?
Alvin and Moses, the first to be killed, were the leaders of her neighborhood.
Perhaps Moses refused to disclose the place where the payment was made, so she went to Crown Point next door to find old Jack!
Farke, old Jack must have failed and confessed Fowler."
"Money is a trivial matter, let's deal with her first." Loeb showed no emotion at all.
"More than two million!" shouted Fras.
"I told you, go to the dock immediately!" Director Luo's voice became cold.
Fras sighed and said honestly: "I understand, let's go."