Chapter 352 Admiral Mark's Ambition Black Manhattan

Chapter 352 Admiral Mark’s Ambition—Black Manhattan

"Um." Admiral Mark opened his eyes with a dazed look on his face, "Where am I? I feel so much pain."

"Mark, look at me." Harley's voice was filled with mental shock.

Mark was stunned for a long time, and finally came to his senses, "Oh, No——"

He saw that he was lying in a puddle of mucus. There was no torso under his neck, but instead several vine "conduits" connected to him.

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

"How about I use mental spores to control him." Ivy frowned.

"I'm afraid it won't have any effect." Harley nodded hesitantly.

Ivy blew a puff of pink mist into Mark's black head.

His eyes quickly blurred into holes.

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

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

"Fake." Harley sighed.

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

"Dr. Manhattan is a scam, he was..." he repeated mechanically.

Ivy glanced at Harley awkwardly and suggested: "It's better to kill him and torture his soul."

Harley shook her head and said: "Those monsters from the Shadow Bureau are really not simple, I'm afraid their souls are also restricted by the 'memory surgery'.

After all, they were originally an agent organization on the magic side.

Wake him up, bring him to his senses. "

"He's just afraid that he hates us so much that he won't tell secrets easily." Ivy said.

"Um." Mark woke up again and said, "Harley Quinn——"

"Calm down and listen to me!" Harley shouted.

Mark stared at her to see how she would explain.

"Have you forgotten your previous experience?" Harley asked.

Mark was stunned, and memories came flooding back, along with endless regret: "You are right, there are no good aliens! The Kryptonians are treacherous and have no integrity. I regret it!"

He is a black man. Even though he has a good family background and was able to attend West Point Military Academy, he must have experienced numerous intrigues and intrigues to become the number one person in the U.S. military.

Why did you get so excited at that time that you went to negotiate with evil aliens in person for the sake of the false reputation of "the first person to come into contact with the third kind"?

"What happened next? Do you remember that you were taken to the laboratory by Kryptonian scientists?" Harley asked again.

Mark murmured: "Yes, I seemed to be taken to a place that looked like a laboratory, and they tied my limbs, and then"

"Then brutally dismember you." Harley sighed.

Ivy's face tightened, trying not to laugh out loud.

"Why?" Mark said blankly.

"You should ask why the Kryptonians captured you." Harley said.

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

The Kryptonian scientist forced me to reveal Dr. Manhattan's information, but I refused and then passed out."

"That's it, the Kryptonians planned to search for confidential information from your brain, but all they found were false content, so they dismembered you to find out the reason," Harley said.

"Information blocking surgery!" Mark blurted out.

Then he believed the lie that he had been dissected by aliens.

If it were him, he would also order scientists to conduct anatomy and research.

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

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

I asked you to verify it once, but it didn’t match up twice. What do you think they would think? "Harry said matter-of-factly.

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

"Mark, let's not talk secretly. I'm not a good person, and you don't have good intentions towards me either.

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

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

"What time is it now? Looking at your relaxed and proud look, could it be that the crisis on Krypton has been resolved?" Mark asked in surprise.

Harley picked up the remote control and opened a news channel at random.

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

Commander-in-Chief Quinn saved the Earth and the Republic of Korea.

Moreover, judging from Commander-in-Chief Quinn’s exquisite appearance, which is full of Korean national characteristics, her ancestors should have Korean ancestry.”

Ivy stared at Harley's face again and again, wondering: "Do you look like a Korean?"

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

"What do you want?" Mark looked at Harley with extremely complicated eyes, filled with envy, jealousy, regret, and hatred. They were all negative emotions, without any admiration or appreciation.

"I want to know Dr. Manhattan's secret." Harley said with a smile.

Mark's pupils shrank, "Do you think he has any other secrets?"

"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 reveal some information first to prove that the secrets of Manhattan are useful to me, and then we can bargain?" Harley suggested.

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

"I can send you to heaven."

Mark hesitated when he heard this, "I'm not dead yet."

Harry said speechlessly: "You only have a head and neck left, and you are living on the life support system built by magic vines. What else do you want?"

Mark's eyes widened, "I am unwilling. I have waited for more than ten years, and finally."

He stopped suddenly at this point.

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

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

Harry smiled and said: "I have already taken out my chips, can you at least put out your chips first?

If the value is too low, I will not look down on it at all, and there is no need to talk about fulfilling the promise.

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

"Harry, do you have any misunderstandings? There is no such a big hatred between us, right?" Mark's face turned pale and he said with a forced smile.

Harley said impatiently, "I have to participate in the victory parade tomorrow morning, hurry up and lay out your chips.

To be honest, I asked you about the secrets of Manhattan purely on a whim of Sister Laurie, plus a series of coincidences.

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

Even if there are secrets, they are of no value to me."

"Hehe." Mark grinned, revealing a miserable and extremely jealous smile, "Harley, I'm really jealous of you, you are a lucky bastard!"

"You are looking for death--" Ivy was angry and was about to whip him with vines.

Harley's heart moved, and she quickly raised her hand to stop him, "Is there really any great benefit?"

"Dr. Manhattan is still alive, in a city on Earth." Mark's sharp old eyes became dazed, "Dr. Manhattan was most active in the 1970s and 1980s, when I was young.

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

I also had a dream.

Other boys' dreams are just dreams after all, but my dreams can become reality through hard work and planning.

If you had given me the Paradise Card two years ago, maybe I would have become the 'Manhattan Second Generation' or the 'Black Manhattan' now."

Ivy wrinkled her nose and said, "Harley, this guy is crazy, full of nonsense--"

Glancing at Harley's expression, she couldn't continue, and her expression became suspicious.

At this time, Harley was more serious than ever.

"What's wrong?" Ivy asked softly.

Harley waved her hands and stared at Mark. "You not only know Dr. Manhattan's location, but you also plan to steal his power?"

"Hehehe, that's why I say you are a lucky guy.

You happened to target me, and you picked up such a rare bargain." Mark laughed.

Harley frowned and said, "I am also a well-known 'Origin Thief' in the magic world, but I still can't imagine who can snatch his power."

"I have laid out my chips." Mark looked at her hopefully, "Since you can send me to heaven, why don't you ask God or someone else - even Satan, to restore my body?"

Harley reached into the pocket of her three-quarter sleeve wool jacket and touched the door card. Her thoughts passed through the big cross and communicated with the Voice of Heaven, "Great Voice of Heaven, do you have a card for the Limbo Hell?"

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

"I don't want any gods or demons to get his soul." Harley said.

If the secret of plundering Dr. Manhattan's power is true, it is too important.

She would rather waste a Heaven Card than hope that the Hell Demons would get any information from Mark's undead.

But she also didn't trust Silver City.

God's little black hand was enough to make people beware.

None of the archangels in Silver City were easy to deal with.

It would be better to send them to Limbo to kill them.

Well, it's useless to throw people directly into Limbo. The soul will automatically go to where it should go and cannot be stopped.

"Who do you want to exchange Limbo Helicopter Card for?" asked the Voice of Heaven.

"Admiral Mark."

The Voice of Heaven immediately said: "He should have returned to Limbo."

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

"If soldiers kill for no selfish desires or animal or sexual reasons, the country will bear all the blame.

If soldiers are brave and patriotic, they will get extra points for going to heaven.

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

Even if he can't go to heaven, he doesn't have to go to hell." said the Voice of Heaven.

Harley's heart moved, and she asked, "A female Kryptonian general died yesterday. Her name is Fiora. Where is her soul?"

"In the Limbo." said the Voice of Heaven.

"Voice of Heaven, use 100 merits to transform into holy light, integrate it into the room card, and then change the room card style to the appearance of the Heaven Card."

It took a total of 500 merits.

In the living room of the apartment, Harley took out the 'new room card' with reluctance.

"This is." Mark's eyes bulged, staring at the black-bottomed gold card, "Heaven Card?!"

He felt its sacred breath, and it was exactly the same as the Heaven Card he had seen.

"Helping you recover your body is not just words, it cannot be proven, but the Paradise Card is real.

Now, it's your turn to produce more powerful evidence to prove that the plan to plunder Dr. Manhattan's power is not a lie." Harley said.

Mark's face changed.

He wanted to repair his body and continue to plan the great cause of Manhattan's power, but he also understood that even if he successfully "resurrected", the witch Harley would not let him leave the door of this house alive.

"Give me the Paradise Card and I'll tell you a name."