Beautiful Man

When he came to the door of the interrogation room, Daniel asked with some worry: "Miss Harlem, the prisoner inside has a serious tendency to violence. You may be in danger alone. Do you need me to go in with you."

Harlen shook her head and said, "Aren't all the prisoners tied up in chains. Besides, with you, the prison guard, how could the prisoner open up to me."

She took an instrument from her handbag and shook it in front of Daniel.

"As before, we must turn off all surveillance cameras, including hidden cameras."

"Well, I'm completely convinced."

Seeing that she had brought all the laser testers, Daniel also nodded with a wry smile.

Walking into the interrogation room, the mess that had just been cleaned up, there was still a bright red rose in the vase on the table.

"Hello, Mr. Walter."

Harlem sat at the interrogation table, greeting in a cordial tone.

A weird smile appeared on Jason's face: "Hello, Harry...Doctor Harlen Quezel."

Harlem showed a surprised expression: "Mr. Walter knows me?"

Jason nodded and smiled: "I know, it's been a long time."

Harlem nodded noncommittal: "I have a hunch that today's conversation will be very smooth."

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In the prison control room on the fifth floor, Daniel walked around anxiously.

A prison guard tentatively asked: "Doctor Quezel has been in for three hours, and the previous record was only half an hour. Will she have any accidents?"

Hearing these words, Daniel's eyes suddenly turned tyrannical, and he roared: "Jason! If you dare to hurt Harlen, you swear to torture you better than death!"

"Then...Do you want to turn on the monitoring?"

Daniel hurriedly shook his head and said: "No! Harlem is wearing a laser tester. If she is found out of surveillance, she will definitely be angry."

The prison guard shook his head helplessly and stopped talking.

The boss treated the prisoner like a tyrant in the feudal society, but when he met Doctor Quezel, he immediately became an innocent little warm man, and he didn't even dare to say his confession.

Hey, one thing drops one thing.

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In the interrogation room, the two had a very happy chat unexpectedly, and even forgot the passage of time.

"This is your ultimate ideal, it sounds interesting."

Harlem lifted Erlang's legs, supported his chin with one hand, and listened to Jason describing his ideals with a look of intoxication.

"Yes." Jason looked at her seriously: "This ideal world, I don't know Miss Harlem..."

Before he finished speaking, the system light curtain suddenly appeared.

Ding!Fellow party'Franklin Clinton' killed 37 New York police officers and gained 3700 villain points. Current progress: 58156000.

Ding!The fellow party'Franklin Clinton' wounded 165 New York police officers and innocent passers-by, and gained 4125 villain points. Current progress: 99406000.

Ding!Congratulations to the host for upgrading to level 7, reward 10 attribute points, current progress: 39407000]

Looking at the transparent light curtain in front of him, a triumphant smile was drawn from the corner of Jason's mouth.

Stan, Franklin, you really did not disappoint me.

Jason added 10 attribute points to strength and endurance.

After his observation for this period of time, he found that the two attributes of strength and endurance have the best effect on healing wounds.

[Level: 7 (39407000)]

Power 4853

Agility 4040

Endurance 4550

Intelligence 4040

Remaining attribute points: 0

Reputation: 411784

[Party: Franklin Clinton, Norman Stanfield (prestige required for next recruitment: 1000)]

Points: 43

[Abilities: Fighting proficiency (level 6), driving proficiency (level 3), firearms proficiency (level 6), cold weapon proficiency (level 2)]

Mall: Click here

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"Oh! The talking time has passed." Harlem exclaimed, looking at the hour hand on the watch.

She quickly picked up her handbag and said goodbye to Jason: "Mr. Walter, it's really nice to chat with you. Let's talk again tomorrow."

Walking to the door of the interrogation room, Harlem suddenly stopped, turned around and asked, "Do you need me to bring you something tomorrow?"

Jason leaned forward and asked, "Is anything okay?"

Harlem hesitated a little, then nodded: "Yes, it doesn't matter what."

Jason's expression suddenly became serious and serious: "The ideal world just described, I hope to realize it with you, okay?"

Harlem was taken aback.

This young and beautiful super female schoolmaster is rarely flustered.

She stroked her bangs shyly, her face a little reddish: "Mr. Walter, what do you mean by this? Are you confessing to me?"

Jason chuckled, his laughter was somewhat evil: "You know what this sentence means!"

Harlen's ten fingers clasped a little nervously.

Of course she understood what Jason meant. Jason was inviting her to join the fantasy kingdom of crime.

The reason why she felt uneasy was because at that moment, she really had a strong urge to join.

Harlem stood there, staring down at the toe of the high heels.

After thinking about it for ten minutes.

She raised her head and gave Jason a charming smile.

"Of course, I do!"

Ding!The wicked were successfully recruited by the party.

[Party: Harlem Quezel (Harley Quinn)]

[Source: "Suicide Squad"]

[Abilities: driving proficiency (level 2), firearms proficiency (level 3), cold weapon proficiency (level 1), criminal psychology (level 7), interpersonal relations (5)...]

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"Miss Harlem, are you all right."

Walking out of the interrogation room, Daniel immediately greeted him like a dog.

Harlem smiled and shook her head: "We had a good chat, I will come again tomorrow."

Daniel was taken aback, and then he was full of joy.

Hey, I can see Miss Harlem again tomorrow.

Jason, this little bastard, is still a bit useful.

The two of them walked outside while chatting.

The outside of the prison suddenly became messy, and many police officers ran out in a panic.

Harlem was a little curious. Daniel explained: "The New York Police Department has a big explosion. The mayor urgently ordered the deployment of police from other departments to support it. Our Long Island Prison will also need 300 prison guards."

"Oh~~" Harlem smiled meaningfully.

The two were separated in front of the office building, and Harlem happened to see Stan about to drive away.

Her eyes lit up, she ran over quickly, opened the car door and sat in.

"This lady, you are..." Stan was confused.

Although he is the head of the Narcotics Enforcement Administration with high authority, he is not to the point where a beautiful girl is rushing to ride in his car.

Harlen put on her seat belt and said, "Jason asked me to send you a message. You and Franklin did a beautiful job about the police station."

A light and fluttering sentence made Stan's hair horrified.

He said with a serious expression: "Madam, please don't talk nonsense and get out of the car!"

Harlem glanced at him and smiled: "Go ahead and drive. I live in the Southern District of Manhattan, and I will explain it to you slowly on the way."