Chapter 226: Those Who Steal a Hook Will Be Executed, Those Who Steal a Country Will Be Made Marquises, and Those Who Steal the World Will Be Made Marquises.

Chapter 226: Those who steal a hook will be executed, those who steal a country will be made marquises, and those who steal the world will be made marquises.

Time soon came to midnight the next day, half past twelve.

Central Park West Street, Te's International Hotel, 11th floor, conference room.

Thirty-six men and women in gorgeous clothes sat neatly at the rectangular conference table.

Each of them wore a pure white mask with a smooth surface.

"Mrs. Rose, why are we here?"

In the middle of the square table, a black man asked the old lady at the top in a low voice.

Every official member of the court is a judge, but above the judge there is the chief justice.

The chief justice has a higher status than ordinary members and sits in the chief and front row.

"What happened here?" Mrs. Rose said lightly.

"Just a few months ago, above us, on the 12th floor, Harley Quinn led a team to wipe out a group of elite shadow warriors." The middle-aged black man said in a deep voice.

"So what?"

"It's not very safe here."

"Don't worry, I assure you, there are only us on the whole floor, it's very quiet and very safe.

As for Harley Quinn, except for that time, she has never been here.

After the Shadow Warriors were wiped out, we also conducted special inspections, and there were no monitors or trackers in the rooms." A blonde woman opposite said confidently.

The middle-aged black man looked at her thoughtfully and said no more.

"We used to have 48 official members and 25 peripheral members. Now, you can see that in just a few months, we have lost 12 companions." The old lady sighed.

"We want to avenge them." A fat white man shouted.

"How to avenge?"

"Bribe the prison guards and kill Theo Galvin and Jerome." The fat man said.

"It's meaningless, at least there is no need to discuss it in court. You can do it privately and use your personal strength." The red-haired woman under the old lady said.

The old lady nodded and said, "That's right. The court shouldn't discuss such trivial matters that can be solved by personal power."

"Excuse me, Your Excellency, what is the theme of tonight's meeting?" someone asked.

"Three points!" The old lady held up three fingers, "First, I recruited four new people. They are all the sons and nephews of the previous judges."

She clapped her hands, and immediately four masked men and women came out of the side room.

There was Truman, but no Gordon.

Gordon was a candidate for the peripheral member.

"Pa pa pa pa."

The judges applauded, and no one raised any objections.

They were also elected in this way.

After the four newcomers sat at the last seat, Mrs. Rose said, "The second thing is to discuss how to regain our lost ground in politics and economy."

"What does Madam mean?"

The old lady sighed, "In the past month, almost all the powerful people in Gotham have been purged.

Some families have lost their backbones, and some have simply wiped out their families.

A large number of important government positions and high-quality investment projects have been vacated, attracting a pack of wolves.

Money is power.

Power is even more power.

The court is a court only because we dominate these two aspects.

But now, politically, the police chief is not our man, and the mayor even doesn't deal with us.

Economically, the middle-level forces in Gotham, led by Harley Quinn, are salivating over the industries that were once out of reach.

We must change all this."

"Kill Harley Quinn, and most of the problems will be solved." Someone said.

"If she was so easy to kill, the shadow warrior would have sent out a second batch of assassins long ago." The fat white man muttered.

One of the judges, a tall and thin old man, said in a deep voice: "If you can't kill her, just absorb her into the court."

"How do we explain to the head of the devil (Lei Xiaogu)?"

The old lady smiled and said: "This is the third topic we are discussing today.

My idea is to let her become an external member to help us stabilize the situation and restore Gotham to its original state.

When Lei Xiaogu regroups, we will cooperate with him."

After a pause, she sighed: "She has given her life for the court and Gotham, and she has fulfilled her inaugural promise-to make Gotham great again."

"I agree."

"Second!"

"I have thought so for a long time."

"Second."

"Oppose!"

Amidst the seconding voices, a noise suddenly came out.

"Who objects?" Everyone was puzzled, and looked in the direction of the voice, and was surprised to find that the newcomer at the end was talking.

From the voice, it seemed to be a young girl.

"No, there were originally 36 people, plus four newcomers, a total of 40 people, but now there are 41 people!" Truman next to the girl jumped up suddenly and shouted.

All the men and women were horrified when they heard this. Could it be a ghost?

"Who are you?" The old lady came to her senses first and asked sternly.

The girl simply lifted the white mask, revealing a smiling heart-shaped face.

"Witch Harley!"

"Harley Quinn!"

Everyone exclaimed in disbelief.

"Miss Quinn, how did you find this place?"

The old lady's body was trembling slightly, but her voice was trying to remain calm.

"We have nothing to talk about."

Harley shrugged, lifted her clothes, revealing a row of grenades around her waist.

"No, let's talk it over!" The judges on the scene were almost scared to death.

Harley smiled sarcastically and pulled the safety pins of all the grenades at once.

They stopped shouting, they were all confused.

Is she going to die with them?

What kind of deep hatred is this? She didn't say a word of nonsense and just went all out. Is it that serious?

"Boom boom boom!"

In the midst of confusion and fear, dull sounds rang out one after another, and green-brown gas instantly filled the conference room.

Scarecrow's fear gas!

"Uh ah ah"

When you come into contact with the gas, or even hold your breath, with only your skin and mucous membranes in contact with the gas, endless fear immediately arises from the bottom of your heart, and the picture in front of you begins to distort, distorting into the image of the most feared thing in your subconscious.

"Puff thump thump."

In just one breath, thirty-nine of the forty judges on the scene fell.

Truman's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were clenched, and he was making loud noises, but he held the back of the chair with both hands and refused to fall to the ground.

Harley walked over and used Wonder Woman Diana's signature move - she grabbed his hair and beat him hard.

"Boom!"

His head hit his head, blood spurted from Truman's forehead, his eyes turned white, and he fainted completely.

Harley looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

She's not afraid of fear gas.

It's not that the fear gas is ineffective against her, but that at level 4 of the Food Defense Specialty, she can digest most of the toxins in the world.

Now that she is at level five, she can even digest basic magic poisons.

Of course, if she didn't want to digest the fear gas immediately, she could still feel fear enough to send her into shock.

"Pa!" Harry snapped his fingers, and a huge shadow suddenly appeared from the floor-to-ceiling window.

The van-sized airship has a tattered surface, with rusty steel plates like band-aids set on the surface by rivets.

The hatch facing the interior has become materialized, while the other half is like a shadow, stuck in the glass, absorbing all the surrounding color and light.

Ivy poked her little head out and frowned: "There are a lot of people, Aji can't fit in."

Harley acted like a dead pig and threw someone into the cabin.

"Just two more trips will be enough," she said.

A quarter of an hour later, Arkham Island, Indian Hill, a desolate grave mound.

The huge magic circle with a diameter of four meters was drawn as early as noon. It was covered with a thin layer of soil afterwards and no one noticed it.

Forty of Gotham's top dignitaries formed a small hill on top of the magic circle like an arhat.

"Harry, I have an unknown premonition." Ivy's face turned slightly pale.

Harley swallowed, feeling a rush of heat all over her body as she thought about what she was about to do.

She tugged on her collar and looked at the leaden sky, her eyes gradually becoming firmer: "I also feel that the air tonight is particularly dull, but the arrow is on the string and I have to shoot.

Ivy, please stay away, I'm going to start. Jackie Chan, just watch tonight! "

After the airship was out of sight, Harley took a deep breath and began to chant the spell loudly: "Supreme Lord of Hell, I hereby call your true name, Lucifer Morningstar!

I, Harley Quinn, present to you the true ruler of Gotham, as powerful as a king.

Please take away their flesh and blood, their flesh and blood belongs only to you.

Please take away their bones, their bones belong only to you.

Please take away their souls. No one can take them away except you, the great Satan! "

The spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness is like water from a bursting river, rushing and flowing.

"Buzzing" a huge five-pointed star formation rose from the ground. The formation was not the usual blood red, but holy platinum, with an aura of pure evil and depravity.

Then there are magic runes and runes one after another.

"Oh, it's you, Witch Harley."

It was taller than Mount Everest, vaster than the Pacific Ocean, and more dazzling than the scorching sun at noon in summer. With just a glance of the coming will, Halli couldn't bear it anymore and fell to her knees.

Not only her, but also the test subjects and researchers at the Indian Mountain Laboratory turned their eyes white and fainted instantly.

The snakes, insects, rats, and ants on the ground and the rotten fish and shrimps in the swamp are like encountering a black hole in the soul.

The meager spirit in the body breaks away from the physical shell and rushes away like the master of will.

Lucifer didn't attack them intentionally.

Just like a black hole passing by a star, its huge mass naturally absorbs the star's light.

A ray of Lucifer's will is like a black hole in the soul to ordinary people.

"Satan Guards have met His Majesty Lucifer,"

Harley knelt down without saying a word.

"What do you want?" Lucifer said lazily.

Harley lowered her head and said loudly: "I hope to exchange Gotham's entire ruling class for an opportunity to unlock the magic.

Your Majesty, please pour your pure essence into my body until I successfully activate the magic power, or until I can't bear it any longer and take the initiative to stop. "

His consciousness swept over her body, and he said with a faint smile: "You are at a loss! Only half a drop of original magic power can make you a demon Earl. The demon Earl naturally has magic power."

"It is the greatest honor to serve His Majesty." Harry said respectfully.

"Okay, as you wish!"

As Satan made his promise and the lower circle rotated crazily, Harley felt an indescribable power of rules that connected her to a supreme being.

“Aww——————”

Lucifer began to enjoy his sacrifice, and the owl judges let out instinctive wails.

Their bodies were visibly reduced to ashes after tens of thousands of years. Their souls were suspended in the magic circle, roasted by the flames of hell, and disappeared suddenly. The endless abyss of hell that fell from the human world was not immediately captured by Lucifer. , must wait for the ceremony to be completed.

"Aww————"

Harley was wailing too.

Before even a drop of the original power fell into her body, changes began to occur - little devil horns grew on her forehead.

Her white and smooth skin was covered with black scales that were rotten and dirty.

She.

She felt like she was going to explode.

Then, she gave an order to the Sea of ​​Consciousness Evolution Treasure: Activate the "Hell Defense Specialty"!