Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 64 I'm here to negotiate with you (Drawing the Sword) (Seeking monthly ticket investment and collection)

Harley's method of finding Poison Ivy was simple: she just called.

Come on, it's the 21st century now, who still uses old tricks like carrier pigeons?

Even though Ivy is an environmentalist, she always goes crazy for plants and wants to turn the earth into a green world.

But when it is necessary to use technology, she still uses it.

"Aren't you a good person?"

Ivy's nonchalant voice came from the phone: "Getting involved in such troublesome things is just asking for trouble!"

Harry looked around at the guns pointed at him, and said with droopy eyelids: "I want to be a good person, but I won't be good! They insist on coming to my door, what can I do?"

"That old guy Lars..."

She whispered to Ivy about those damn assassins.

Lars didn't want to listen to the boring conversation between the two women, so he made a reminder gesture.

Harley rolled her eyes at the old man, made a face, and turned away, out of sight, out of mind.

"Ivy, dear Ivy, there are more than a dozen guns pointed at me now. If you don't agree to meet me, I will be shot to pieces."

"We are good sisters. You won't abandon me, right?"

Harley was like a cute puppy wagging its tail at its owner, constantly acting coquettishly and begging for Poison Ivy's help.

"Okay, fine, we'll meet at the botanical garden."

Ivy couldn't resist Harley's shameless pleading and finally agreed.

But she did not let her guard down and chose a meeting place that was very advantageous for her.

The botanical garden, that's Poison Ivy's world.

Even Batman wouldn't break into a botanical garden alone where there are countless plants that Poison Ivy can control.

"can."

Lars nodded and agreed without any hesitation: "Let's go. It's late at night now. It's a good time for us to act."

"I have completed your request."

Harley shrank her body and kept backing away. She rolled her eyes at the assassins around her and said, "Now it's your turn to fulfill your promise and let me go."

"Let's talk about it after we meet Poison Ivy."

Lars waved his hand, and the assassins grabbed Harley's arms, forcibly lifted her up, and left the apartment building.

Harry was not angry. Criminals were dishonest people after all.

She used to be like this.

But now the poles have reversed and I have become the one who has been fooled.

Harley felt very unhappy. She showed her fangs and rubbed them constantly, like a tiger that was ready to eat people.

"Be smart, we are working well together now. When we meet Poison Ivy, I will let you go immediately."

Lars sat next to Harry, his jewel-encrusted sword unsheathed, ready to be swung out at any time.

"Fuck you, you old horseless thing!"

Harley's suppressed wildness exploded, and she pointed at Lars' nose and cursed, "I'm not a three-year-old girl, so I won't let you lie to me. When you see Ivy, you'll say you'll let her go only when she does what you say."

"I've played this kind of trick many times, don't try it on me."

Lars's face was still as calm as ever, without any change. Even though Harry's saliva had sprayed onto his face, he just wiped it off gently.

"You're right, my mother died a long time ago. So I won't be angry!"

"Besides, even if you are telling the truth, so what? Isn't it better to go to the end with a little fantasy than to face the cruel reality?"

"Humph!"

Harley was so angry that she couldn't speak, because Lars was telling the truth.

She crossed her arms, slumped in her seat, and began to think about how to escape. Lars seemed to close his eyes, but the tip of his knife was always pointed at Harley, guarding against the former Harley Quinn suddenly going crazy.

Under the steel knife, Harley became obedient and didn't move. She just did whatever Lars said.

"very good!"

Lars stood in front of the botanical garden and said to Harley, "There is an old Chinese saying that a man who knows the current situation is a hero. You are a smart woman!"

Harley retorted bluntly: "You don't know the current situation very well. All the big fish and small fish in Gotham have been suppressed, and you, the Assassin's League, are the only one left. What else can you do?"

"A wise man knows the times, a hero makes the times!"

Lars led his men into the botanical garden. He seemed to be talking to Harley, but in fact he was talking to himself: "Gotham, this place of sin, should not have existed in the first place. One day I will let the flames of justice burn down this city."

Harley didn't say anything else. She looked at the vines that were moving in the bushes, knowing that Ivy had already set her sights on these people.

She stretched out her index and middle fingers, touched the cuffs, and grasped the sharp blade, ready to run away.

"Poison Ivy, I know you're watching here."

Lars placed the sword on Harry's snow-white neck, applied gentle force, and the blade cut through the skin, and bright red blood flowed down the tip of the knife to the ground.

"Show yourself, I'm here to negotiate terms."

Harry's blood dripped onto the ground.

The lush green plants around her parted, revealing Poison Ivy, who had green skin, hair as red as flowers, and only leaves covering her private parts. She stood on the stairs made of plants and stared at Lars with a gloomy face.

"Ivy!"

When Harley saw her best friend show up, her two big eyes instantly became watery, and she wanted to rush over and hug her thighs.

"Stop!"

Lars used a knife to stop Harley Quinn from rushing out, stared at Poison Ivy and said, "I want you to control the plants and spread something in Gotham?"

"I never accept threats."

Poison Ivy covered her eyes, and the surrounding bushes bloomed with bright flowers, pollen flying, and the fragrance filled the air.

The assassin standing next to the bush just took a breath of the aroma, and it was as if his body had lost weight, and he could break through the atmosphere with a light leap.

I'm so excited now!

Those brainwashed assassins broke through their cold hearts, drew out their long swords, and stabbed the person in front of them directly through.

"Using hormones to control people? Superhuman abilities are just so bizarre that it's hard to guard against them."

"It's a pity that this trick doesn't work on me."

Lars's sword ignited with black flames and he swung it in the air, like a ferocious black dragon releasing a rolling breath, instantly sweeping away all the fragrance and venom around it.

Harley took this opportunity to swing the blade between her index and middle fingers, cutting Lars' palm and running straight towards Ivy.

Poison Ivy released two vines, which wrapped around Harley's waist and pulled her to her side.

Lars was unwilling to suffer any loss, and the moment Poison Ivy turned around, he shot two needles at her.

"What the hell?"

Poison Ivy was startled, and then an indescribable sound rang in her ears.

The skin turns from green to red, just like a cooked prawn.

"Enjoy it, a mixture of Joker venom and Lazarus pool water!"

Poison Ivy grabbed her neck with her right hand, knelt on the ground, and made a laughing sound.

Fortunately, Lars is old, otherwise it would be hard to say what would happen next.

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