I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 352 Admiral Mark's Ambition - Black Manhattan
"Ah." Admiral Mark opened his eyes with a dazed expression, "Where am I? I'm in so much pain."

"Mark, look at me." There was a mental shock in Harry's voice.

Mark was stunned for a long time, and finally woke up, "Oh, No—"

He saw himself lying in a pool of mucus, with no torso below his neck, but several vine "ducts" attached instead.

"Devil, you are the devil!" He twisted his face and cursed weakly.

"Or, I'll control him with mental spores." Ivy frowned.

"I'm afraid it won't work." Harry nodded hesitantly.

Ivy blew a mouthful of pink mist at Mark's black head.

His eyes quickly blurred the hole.

"Tell me, Dr. Manhattan's secret."

"Dr. Manhattan is a scam. He abandoned his lover, his former teammates, and the US government. We just use his reputation to scare other countries." Mark murmured.

"Fake." Harry sighed.

"Tell the truth." Ivy increased the output of mental power.

"Dr. Manhattan is a hoax, he was early." He repeated mechanically.

Ivy glanced at Halle with some embarrassment, and suggested: "It's better to kill, to torture the soul."

Harry shook his head and said: "The monsters in the Shadow Bureau are really not simple, I'm afraid the soul is also restricted by the 'memory operation'.

After all, they were originally the secret service organization on the magic side.

Wake him up and wake him up. "

"He's afraid he hates us so much, he won't tell the secret easily," Ivy said.

"Ah." Mark woke up faintly again, "Harley Quinn——"

"Calm down, listen to me!" Harry shouted.

Mark stared at her for an explanation.

"Did you forget the previous experience?" Harry asked.

Mark was stunned for a moment, memories came flooding in, along with endless regrets: "You are right, aliens have no good people! Kryptonians are treacherous and have no integrity, I regret it!"

He is a black man, even if his family background is not bad, he can enter West Point Military Academy, but he can be mixed into No. 1 in the US military, so he must have experienced countless intrigues.

At that time, why did you go to negotiate with the evil aliens in person for the false name of "Encounters of the Third Kind No. 1"?

"What happened next? Do you remember being brought to the lab by Kryptonian scientists?" Harry asked again.

Mark murmured: "That's right, I seem to be taken to a place that looks like a laboratory, and they also bound my limbs, and then"

"And then brutally dismember you." Harry sighed.

Ai Wei tensed her face, not letting herself laugh out loud.

"Why?" Mark asked blankly.

"You should ask why the Kryptonians arrested you." Harry said.

Max asked: "In order to torture the secrets of the earth from my mouth.

The Kryptonian scientist forced me to share information about Dr. Manhattan, I refused and passed out."

"That's it. The Kryptonians planned to search for confidential information from your brain, but all they found were false. That's why they dismembered you and wanted to find out the reason," Harry said.

"Information blocking surgery!" Mark blurted out.

Then he believed the nonsense that he was dissected by aliens.

If it were him, he would also order scientists to dissect and study.

"How do they know it's fake news?" he asked.

"Earth's electronic signals are all controlled by the Kryptonians, so they naturally found a lot of important confidential information of the military.

What do you think they will think if I ask you to verify it, but it doesn't match up twice? "Harry said naturally.

"Now you brought me here." Mark couldn't turn his head, but he could see most of the interior decoration, "This is not any laboratory in the Pentagon."

"Mark, let's be honest and keep secrets, I am not a good person, and you also have bad intentions for me.

Well, I should have let you die in the spaceship.

But now that I fished you out, it must not be to be a good person, can you understand? "Harry laughed.

"What time is it now? Seeing how relaxed and complacent you are, has the Kryptonian crisis been resolved?" Mark asked in surprise.

Harry picked up the remote control and turned on a random news channel.

". South Korean President XXX also announced the recognition of Commander-in-Chief Quinn's honorary status of 'Admiral of the Five Rings', because South Korea is also a member of the earth's civilization.

Commander Quinn saved the planet and the Republic of Korea.

Moreover, judging from Commander-in-Chief Quinn's exquisite appearance full of Korean national characteristics, her ancestors should have Korean blood."

Ivy stared at Harry's face and looked again and again, wondering: "Are you Korean?"

"In the eyes of Koreans, even the universe looks like a Korean map." Harry said.

"What do you want?" Mark looked at Harley with extremely complicated eyes, envious, jealous and hated, unwilling to repent and hate. It was all negative emotions, without any admiration or appreciation.

"I want to know the secret of Dr. Manhattan." Harry said with a smile.

Mark's pupils shrank, "What secrets do you think he has?"

"I'm asking you."

"Why should I answer your question? Anyway, I'm already like this." Mark said with a dark expression.

"How about you disclose some information first to prove that the secrets of Manhattan are useful to me, and then we can bargain?" Harry suggested.

"It's reasonable, but I also want to know what you can do for me." Mark said.

"I can send you to heaven."

Mark heard the words but showed hesitation, "I'm not dead yet."

Harry said speechlessly, "You only have a head and a neck left, and you rely on the life support system built by magic vines to survive. What more do you want?"

Mark stared wide-eyed, "I'm not reconciled, after waiting for more than ten years, finally."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped again.

Harry was curious, but didn't want to follow his words.

"How can I believe that you will keep your promise?" Mark said in a deep voice.

Harry smiled and said, "I've already put out my chips, you should at least put them out first, right?

If the value is too low, I will look down on it at all, and there is no need to talk about fulfilling the promise.

I will immediately stuff you into the magic circle and sacrifice you to a cruel hell devil. "

"Harry, do you have some misunderstanding? There is no such big hatred between us, right?" Mark turned pale and forced a smile.

Harry said impatiently: "I'm going to participate in the victory parade tomorrow morning, hurry up and place your chips.

To be honest, asking you to ask about the secrets of Manhattan is purely Sister Laurie's whim and a series of coincidences.

Intellectually, I really don't believe you can hold any big secrets.

Even if there is a secret, it is of no value to me. "

"Hehe." Mark grinned, showing a miserable and extremely jealous smile, "Harry, I'm so jealous of you, you're a lucky bastard!"

"You're looking for death—" Ivy was so angry that she was about to whip him with vines.

Harry's heart moved, and he quickly raised his hand to block it, "Is there really any great benefit?"

"Dr. Manhattan is still alive, in a certain city on Earth." Mark's sharp old eyes became blurred, "Dr. Manhattan was most active in the 80s and [-]s, and I happened to be young.

At that time, every boy wanted to be Doctor Manhattan, dreaming of having his great power to change the world.

I also had dreams.

The dreams of other boys are just dreams after all, but mine can become reality through hard work and planning.

If you had given me the Paradise Card two years ago, maybe I would be the 'Manhattan II', 'Black Manhattan' now. "

Ivy wrinkled her nose and said, "Harry, this guy is crazy, full of beard—"

Seeing Harry's expression, she couldn't speak anymore, and her expression became bewildered.

At this moment, Harry was more serious than ever.

"What's wrong?" Ivy asked softly.

Harry waved his hand and stared at Mark, "Not only do you know the location of Dr. Manhattan, but you also plan to steal his power?"

"Hey hey, that's why I say you're a lucky guy.

By coincidence, he spotted me and picked up such a once-in-a-lifetime bargain. "Mark laughed strangely.

Harry frowned and said, "I'm considered a well-known 'Big Thief' in the wizarding world, but I still can't imagine who can take away his power."

"I've already placed my chips." Mark looked at her expectantly, "Since you can send me to heaven, why don't you ask God or anyone else—even Satan, to restore my body?"

Harry reached into the pocket of the three-quarter-sleeved wool jacket, touched the door card, and thought through the big cross to communicate with the Voice of Heaven, "Great Voice of Heaven, do you have a Limbo Hell Direct Access Card?"

"Send the soul to Lingbo Prison?" The Voice of Heaven asked indifferently.

"I don't want any gods and demons to get his soul." Harry said.

If the secret to robbing Dr. Manhattan of his powers is true, it's too important.

She would rather waste a heaven card, and don't want the hell demon to get any news from the mouth of Mark Undead.

But she also couldn't trust the City of Silver.

God's little black hand is enough for people to beware of.

None of the archangels in the City of Silver are fuel-efficient lamps.

It's better to send them to Lingbo Prison and really kill people to silence them.

Well, it is useless to throw people directly into Lingbo Prison, the soul will automatically go where it should go, and there is no way to stop it.

"Who are you going to exchange for the Limbo Prison Helicopter Card?" The Voice of Heaven asked.

"Admiral Mark."

Voice of Heaven immediately said: "He was supposed to return to Lingbo Prison."

"Uh, are you sure? He is the general of the United States. The military and political leaders of the United States have committed crimes all over the world, shouldn't they all go to hell?" Harry was stunned.

"All the killings by soldiers that are not out of selfish desires, beasts, or sex are the responsibility of the state.

If the soldiers are brave and fearless, patriotic and protect the country, it will be a bonus item for going to heaven.

Admiral Mark was not a good man, but he was a good soldier.

Even if you can't go to heaven, you don't have to go to hell. "The voice of heaven said.

Harry's heart moved, and he asked: "A Kryptonian female general died during the day yesterday. Her name is Fiora. Where is her soul?"

"In Lingbo Prison." The Voice of Heaven said.

"The voice of heaven, use one hundred merits to transform it into holy light, integrate it into the room card, and then change the style of the room card into the appearance of a heaven card."

A total of [-] meritorious service was spent.

In the living room of the apartment, Harry took out the 'new house card' with a full face.

"This is." Mark's eyeballs popped, staring at the gold card on a black background, "Paradise card?!"

He felt its sacred breath, and it was exactly the same as the portrait of the heaven card he had seen.

"Help you recover your body. There is no evidence to prove it, but the heaven card is true.

Now, it's up to you to produce stronger evidence that the plan to rob Dr. Manhattan of his power is not a lie. "Harry said.

Mark's face changed continuously.

He wants to restore his body and continue to plan the great cause of the power of Manhattan, but he also understands that even if he is successfully "resurrected", the witch Harley will not let him leave the gate of this house alive.

"Give me the heaven card, and I'll tell you a name."

(End of this chapter)