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Chapter 29 Poison Ivy's Greenhouse and Secret Weapon

Ah, ah, this, is the atmosphere of Gotham so open?
This was the first thought in Jacques' mind, but soon he came back to his senses, the information about Poison Ivy Ivy flickered in his mind, and he immediately understood the intention of Poison Ivy's sudden kiss.

According to Joaquin's memories of comics and animations in his previous life, Poison Ivy was originally named Pamela Lillian Eisley. She was originally an ordinary female college student who loved plants, but after an accident, her body was injected with A large number of plant toxins have since gained the ability to manipulate plants.

According to the different plots of manga or animation series in different eras, the strength of Poison Ivy and the alignment of good and evil vary to varying degrees.But no matter which version, Poison Ivy always has a signature skill-Poison Ivy Kiss.

By secreting toxins on her lips, Poison Ivy can apply deadly poison to the target through kissing, or cause psychedelic effects to manipulate the opponent's consciousness. It can be said to be a charming and terrifying ability.

But for Jacques, who is immune to toxins after wearing the title of Bane, this ability is only charming.

The lips of the two slowly parted, and Poison Ivy looked at Jacques confidently, but her charming smile froze the moment she saw Jacques' awkward eyes.

"This Ms. Ivy, I forgot to tell you, in fact, I-uh!"

The Poison Ivy girl frowned slightly, and before Jacques could finish her words, the hand wrapped around Jacques' head pulled hard again, and Jacques was forced to accept the Poison Ivy's sweet kiss again—this is not just a cosmetic , Jacques could indeed smell a faint fragrance of flowers when kissing Poison Ivy.

This time, Poison Ivy's kiss lasted longer, and when Jacques even felt something soft trying to pry his teeth open, he finally couldn't help pushing Poison Ivy away.

Just kidding, it's absolutely unbearable if this goes on - not because of the toxin, but because of the normal physiological reaction of a man.Now Halle and Gordon are both in danger, and they can't indulge in tenderness while racing against the clock.

"Enough, Poison Ivy, listen to me—your poison is useless to me. I can ingest poison and use it to strengthen myself, which is why I ask you for poison. With your poison, I am more confident in rescuing Harley!"

Jacques was afraid that Poison Ivy would kiss her for the third time, so he pushed Poison Ivy away and explained to her very fast.

Poison Ivy bit her red lips lightly with her silver teeth, her expression was very embarrassing, after all, if she lost the toxin, her behavior just now was just a one-sided perverted kissing maniac.

But she quickly adjusted her mood. After all, she also knew that Harry's problem was the most important thing now.

"Okay, I see—can you let go first?"

Only then did Jacques realize that when he just pushed Poison Ivy away, the position of his hand was slightly wrong, and he quickly retracted it—well, the leaves feel very soft.

Poison Ivy hesitated for a moment, then touched her hand back, and when she spread it out in front of Jacques, there were three bullet-sized green liquid in small glass bottles in her palm.

Wait, sister, where did you hide these just now?Jacques couldn't help but look at the leaves next to her waist. It didn't look like there were any pockets to put things in - but after thinking about it, Jacques decided to treat this as a four-dimensional space and not to delve too deeply into it.

Jacques took three bottles of potion from Poison Ivy, and frowned slightly.

Too little, if you want to save Harley Quinn, only three bottles are really not enough.

Seemingly aware of Jacques' thoughts, Poison Ivy shrugged and said.

"Halley's request to me at the time was that the dose can be reduced, but the toxin must be of the highest purity. I even adjusted my flowering period for this, and temporarily produced these three bottles of the toxin of the highest purity."

Flowering period?output?Although he heard these two strange terms, Jacques didn't intend to delve into them. He could probably guess the reason why Harley made such a request to Poison Ivy.

These poisons were not originally prepared to allow Jacques to break into the enemy's base camp and kill the Quartet, but to allow Jacques to have a chance to escape no matter how powerful the enemy encounters, so quality must be more important than quantity.

However, if there are only three chances, it is really a bit reluctant to face the enemies that may appear in the power plant: Thalia, Black Mask and their subordinates.

Poison Ivy also clearly saw this, she murmured in a soft voice after pondering for a moment.

"If you want something with a constant supply of toxins. I've got one for you--though using it can be life-threatening. Is that okay?"

Jacques nodded with a serious face. He couldn't be too prepared for a role like Talia.

The Poison Ivy girl waved lightly, and countless vines immediately stretched out to hold her up.

"I'll leave for a while, you wait here, but don't move around and hurt the plants, understand?"

Seeing Poison Ivy moving towards the main building of the botanical garden with the help of vines, Jacques waited obediently for a few minutes, and inevitably became anxious, so he looked around to distract himself.

At this time, the greenhouse with pink lights caught Jacques' attention.

Then again, Poison Ivy seems to have come out of the greenhouse in the first place - and that's where she and Harley were supposed to meet?

Jacques tiptoed to the door of the greenhouse, avoiding stepping on any plants, and then looked in curiously through the half-closed door.

Inside the greenhouse, there was a large bed made of vines, covered with countless snow-white feather-like objects—several pieces seemed to be brought to the ground by the poison ivy woman.

Jacques picked it up and took a closer look. It looked like a white lily petal?
Recalling the message Poison Ivy sent to Harley, Jacques looked at the greenhouse, which looked particularly charming under the intoxicating pink light, and another thought came to his mind.

Ah, ah, this, is the atmosphere of Gotham really so open?
"What are you doing, didn't I tell you not to walk around?"

Poison Ivy's voice suddenly sounded from behind, startling Jacques.

"No no no, I just"

"Why are you nervous—forget it, just give this to me."

Poison Ivy frowned slightly, and then handed a dark red object the size of a grape to Jacques.

"Is this a seed? It feels like there's something on it."

Jacques observed it suspiciously, and when he was about to smell it close to his nose, the Poison Ivy stopped her with her hand.

"Don't smell it! This is. Forget it, you can treat it as a special kind of seed. Anyway, if it is necessary, you can make a small wound for yourself and stuff it in-as for whether you can live or not It’s just down to luck.”

Having said that, Poison Ivy sighed, then looked up at the moon that had risen to a certain height.

"It's getting late, hurry up and save Harley. Remember, you must rescue Harley—otherwise, if something happens to Harley, even if I want to use vines to destroy the entire Gotham, I will definitely forgive you!" I can't miss you!"

(End of this chapter)