Midnight, Gotham Cathedral, a three-story classical building in the backyard specially designed to entertain distinguished guests.
There are two side halls on the left and right sides of the main hall on the first floor. At this time, only the office area on the left is lit.
The fire in the fireplace is burning brightly, dispelling the coldness of the winter night.
"The GCPD almost searched the dock and caught a group of stowaways and wanted criminals who were about to run away, but there was no trace of the witch." Brother Robbie put down the phone and said with a helpless expression.
"They withdrew?" Fernando frowned.
Well, he was released.
After Dachao stopped killing people, crushed four holy relics, and tore off the wings of the Archangel, he was almost done with it, and left all the finishing work to the previous generation of Watcher, Laurie.
Laurie also lived up to Dachao's trust. First, she blocked the news and continued to keep Clark's identity secret. Secondly, she persuaded the Pentagon to put pressure on the Holy Advent Crusaders, forcing them to swear in the name of God that they would not allow it.
She revealed the news about Clark and was not allowed to interfere with his and his mother's lives. Finally, she sent Fernando and other monks who were arrested on the spot to the FBI black room and tortured them in various ways for more than a month.
During this period, Laurie also returned to Gotham to investigate why the monk came to Smallwell.
It was confirmed that everything was caused by a misunderstanding.
Clark accepted this explanation because he himself was floating outside the house when Laurie found Hallie on Christmas Eve.
He heard the conversations of several people. The girl named Selena's heartbeat was steady, her breathing was normal, and she was not lying at all.
Well, Dachao actually already knows Harley, but Harley doesn't know it.
...
"The GCPD hasn't withdrawn yet, but such a big movement without arresting anyone will definitely alert the witch, and I'm afraid she won't be able to count on them." Brother Robbie sighed.
"What did the headquarters say?" Fernando looked uncertain.
He failed, and the great Tongue of Fire was pinned to the ground and rubbed by mortals. His status within the Crusaders was greatly reduced.
Not only did he lose his position as field director-general, but the headquarters seemed to be consciously ignoring him.
It was two days ago that he was released by the FBI, but the British side never contacted him.
The key is that after losing the ancestral relics in Smallwell, his family has almost no future in the church.
His heart is bleeding.
He hates, but he doesn't know who to hate.
Witch?
Although the witch is hateful, she has nothing to do with what he is experiencing now. It is all because of a misunderstanding...
Clark Kent?
The heretic who stole the power of God indeed deserves death, but in this matter, he is also a victim. He beat his mother like that...
So, the Crusader Headquarters is ruthless?
He didn't dare, they represented the Tongues of Fire.
And the Tongue of Fire was his lifelong belief.
With nowhere to hate, he resented even more.
...
Brother Robbie said: "Headquarters asked us to evacuate Gotham. The White House and the Pentagon are very wary of the Crusaders' influence in the United States.
In fact, after the Smallwell incident, some officials suggested that we leave the United States.
The siege on witches in Bali Street a few days ago was considered a last ditch effort.
Even if you succeed, there will be sequelae. If you don't succeed, you should leave immediately.
We had no choice but to leave. We controlled the GCPD, the city prosecutor's office, the city council, some members of Congress, and even reached out to the state guard... Well, looking back now, I feel crazy."
"During this period, the church seems to have become the emperor of Gotham. Even in the UK, we have never been so public." He shook his head with a wry smile.
"The Holy Advent Crusade represents the will of heaven, and now even the Tongue of Fire is showing miracles..." Fernando's expression was a little unnatural.
"Even if we do something outrageous, it's nothing, right?"
Without Clark Kent, Firetongue's coming into the world was a miracle. Now...it seems to make the farmer's son a God on earth?
"Of course it's okay to do one or two outrageous things, but we're already in Gotham - be careful!" Robbie exclaimed in horror.
"Bang——"
The window glass shattered, and a black grenade whizzed in, exploding while still in the air, "BOOM——"
It's tear gas, the sound is low and the smoke is everywhere
"Crash!" What followed was an even fiercer collision at the mosaic stained glass window. The glass wall shattered, and a black shadow fell from the sky with a rope hanging on it.
"Chichichi!" The person was still in the air, and the muffled sound of the silenced pistol sounded one after another.
Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of bullets hitting flesh, tabletops and floor tiles.
"Bang!" Someone came out of the window and finally fell to the ground.
The tendon-soled leather boots crushed the broken glass on the ground.
"Uh!" Fernando lay on the ground and moaned in pain.
Robbie was in a better position, facing the window, watching the grenade smash through the glass window, and immediately hid under the table. Not only was he not hit by the bullet, but he also took the opportunity to take out his holy relic-a small Crusader buckler from the cabinet.
"Long live the Tongue of Fire, Shield of Glory!" He hung the small buckler on his left arm, held the pistol in his right hand, and shot wildly at the black shadow in the smoke.
"Crack, snap, snap!"
When the magazine is empty, there will always be a few bullets hitting the black shadow, but they will bounce off silently, fall to the ground, or fly to other places, making a crisp clanging sound.
"Hahaha, this armor is so awesome!" The black shadow also raised his right arm holding the gun.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
"Ding ding ding!" The small buckler, which was ordinary before, was now covered with a layer of red light as light as a cloud of smoke.
At this moment, Robbie transformed into the savior of the Matrix, holding a round shield on his arm to block the situation.
All the bullets that should have landed on him bounced away, and the bullets that missed continued to fly away according to the original rules.
"What kind of power is this?" Harley's slightly distorted voice came from under the mask.
Robbie held his head high, his figure seemed to be a bit taller, and announced in a thunderous voice: "No arrow can hit the holy warrior holding the Shield of Glory!"
"Bang!" Harley didn't believe it and tried it again with the shotgun.
Bullets splashed like water, forming a terrifying barrage.
Robbie's arms were shaking like an epileptic, wildly, and a red light curtain appeared in front of him, followed by the tinkling sound of rain hitting banana trees.
He actually caught all the bullets.
"Are your arms sore?" Harley asked curiously.
"Ahhh!" She was answered by Brother Robbie's sudden dash, holding his shield in front of him and roaring loudly.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" At the same time, the priests shouted in panic from outside the house.
With a solemn look on her face, Harley bent down and kicked her legs, charging forward violently. Still halfway, she flew up, her right knee forward, and her whole body was like a cone smashed into a city.
"Boom!" The knee was indeed held up by the round shield, and the carbon nanofiber knee pads collided with the iron shield, making a dull roar.
Harley turned over and jumped back in mid-air, taking off the impact and landing lightly.
Brother Robbie seemed to have been hit head-on by a truck. He kicked his hind legs five or six steps, causing the desk behind him to rumble.
He is still a mortal power.
Harley sneered and charged again, sweeping Tang's legs and kicking the dizzy Robbie to the ground.
Kneeling on his back, he took out a grenade and stuffed it into the elbow socket of the buckler, while Harley held the shield tightly with both hands.
"No!" Robbie looked horrified.
"BOOOM!" The huge impact of the explosion knocked Harley three to four meters away.
The black armor was sprayed with blood, but she was unscathed.
Well, she blew herself up, and the experience jar didn't increase her experience.
"Ouch——" Half of Brother Robbie's body was burnt, but he was not dead. He only wailed while covering his broken arm.
The arm felt like it had been torn off by a giant, with uneven fractures, red muscles, blue and black meridians, and broken bone stubbles...
Harley walked over and kicked him to Fernando.
"Bandage him."
Fernando was shot once in each leg and had been lying on the ground howling.
"Bang bang bang bang!" Several shots blasted the monk's head as he rushed into the room. Harley came directly to the door with an automatic rifle in hand.
After taking more than a dozen rounds of bullets, she had the opportunity to shout to the monks who were reloading in the courtyard and the corridors on both sides: "I have hostages. If you dare to rush in again, I will kill your boss."
After saying that, she closed the two thick carved oak doors and locked them.
Returning to the office area by the window on the left side of the hall, I saw Fernando taking off his suit and wrapping it around Robbie's broken arm.
Robbie was like a pig being slaughtered, his howl was high and shrill, reaching into the sky.
Harry looked around and found the severed hand in the corner of the messy room.
He took off the small buckler, wiped it with the goose down curtain, sat on Robbie's office chair, put the shield on the table, and opened the Fire Cross emblem's laptop.
"Give me that recording, which is the content of the call between me and Harvey Dent and Jim Gordon on the evening of December 3rd. It records everything that happened in the old woman Theresa's office.
Give it to me, the monastery incident will come to an end, and I will leave immediately."
While talking, Harley also quietly turned on the camera and recording functions of the owl glasses.
The crusader had something wrong with his mind, so he kept that recording.
Harley mainly induced them to talk.
High-definition camera, while shooting, the data is uploaded to Archimedes' host.
"Witch, witch, we won't give you anything." Robbie lay in Fernando's arms, his eyes full of hatred and determination.
"Is it really still there?" Harley asked in surprise.
"No, it has been deleted long ago." Fernando shouted.
"Tell me clearly, how did you delete it? Did you destroy Harvey Dent's tape, or did you format the memory?"
"Format it first and then physically destroy it. It's completely irrecoverable." Fernando said.
"I don't believe it!" Harley already believed it in her heart. She pointed the gun at his head and said in disbelief: "Just now your companion said he wouldn't give it to me."
"It's really gone. That kind of thing is harmful to us. What should we keep it for?" Fernando said loudly.
"Fernando, don't talk to the witch. It's just a matter of death. If you go to heaven, you can still serve the great tongue of fire." Robbie had blood in his mouth, and his face was full of fearlessness and determination.
"Hahaha, do you really think you can go to heaven? Just because of the things you did, molesting children in the monastery, letting beautiful children participate in the prostitution of decent people in Gotham, having sex, and taking away healthy children from time to time.
The organs are used to treat diseases of rich people...
You have all taken turns to do the evil deeds in hell, and you still want to go to heaven?
Do you think the Almighty God is blind and deaf?
Or are you blaspheming Christ and thinking your actions are in line with the Lord’s teachings?”
While Harley was fighting the enemy, she was also recording evidence.
Even if she runs away, she must run away cleanly and innocently.
"The matter in the monastery has nothing to do with us!" Robbie straightened his upper body and looked excitedly at the sky, as if he was looking up at the light of heaven.
"I have abided by religious rules all my life and have never spoken or acted contrary to the teachings of Christ. The monastery is a monastery for fallen Americans, and what they do has nothing to do with us. Lord, do you hear this?"
This guy lost too much blood and was a little confused.
Of course, it is also possible that he is in a dying state and sees people or things that Harley cannot see.
"It has nothing to do with you..." Harry sneered again and again, "Isn't St. John's Monastery wearing the sign of the Holy Advent Crusade?
Isn’t Hercules Doug, the *** who treats the girls’ dormitory as his harem, not a Crusader officer?
Isn't Director Teresa, who is so old and still forcing the boys in the orphanage to have sex with you, not a peripheral member of yours?
Aren’t the money and connections that the monastery gained from buying and selling orphans’ organs and virginity used by you?”
"Witch Harry, you have been surrounded by us, please let the two monks go, otherwise you will die today!" Archbishop Marvin shouted loudly in the yard outside the house.