Chapter 1720

Harley, sitting on the side, let out a long breath, rubbed her arm that was a bit sore from just holding it up, and said, "It's a good thing we were prepared and infused dark power into the missiles, otherwise it wouldn't be certain we could break his armor. This guy is wearing good stuff."

Little Bruce stood by the porthole looking out. He saw Batman carrying Steppenwolf away, turned his head, and gave Helen a look. Helen broke away from the Robins, turned to let Harley explain the ins and outs to them, and walked to Little Bruce's side.

"Any interest in a more exciting adventure?" Little Bruce crossed his arms and looked at Helen, revealing a wicked smile.

Helen immediately returned the look, bared her teeth at him, and said, "What counts as an adventure for you is just a piece of cake for me. Tell me, what do you want to do again?"

"I just found the coordinates for the automatic cruise to Apokolips in the ship's component database..."

Helen immediately widened her eyes and looked at Little Bruce, saying, "You're kidding, right?"

"Although I don't understand what you mean by 'dirt,' I can clearly feel that these aliens aren't very strong, or rather, their hardware conditions are quite strong, they just don't have much of a brain."

Little Bruce turned his body around, leaned his back against the window, and continued, "Aliens with bad brains are a once-in-a-millennium occurrence. Do you intend to just end it with them with this little scuffle?"

"Little scuffle?" Helen raised an eyebrow, looked around the cabin, and said, "We brought back an entire fleet!"

"But it's definitely not the best fleet."

"Harley was right, you're a bit too crazy!"

"Who's calling me?" Harley strolled over. She looked back at the big and small Robins who were gathered together and excited about the spaceship, and curled her lips.

Helen lifted her chin at Little Bruce. Little Bruce told Harley his thoughts. Helen had thought Harley would say it was too risky, but Harley excitedly stomped her feet and said, "So that means we can break directly into Apokolips?"

"It's sneaking in."

"Fine, almost the same, but we can definitely kill a lot of things." Harley grinned, revealing a big smile, and said, "I've been holding it in for a long time, and I haven't seen anything. There's a monitor in my brain watching me, so killing is impossible, but killing aliens until I'm satisfied is fine."

"But if we just fly over like this, there will definitely be risks. I think we need to prepare some insurance measures." Harley touched her chin and said.

In a room with dim light, a boy leaned on a sofa, throwing potato chips into his mouth with one hand and pressing the remote control to change channels with the other. Finally, the picture on the TV screen stayed on a cartoon. The boy still had a look of annoyance, without any joy of watching cartoons casually.

The sound in the cartoon kept coming, but suddenly the boy's ears moved, he turned his head abruptly to look at the door and shouted, "Who's there?! Come out!!"

Suddenly a head appeared on the viewing window of the door. Harley's lively voice sounded: "Damian, it's me, remember me? Harley Quinn."

"God, Harley, why are you here?" Damian almost jumped off the sofa, threw away the snack bag in his hand, and came to the door. He shouted at Harley, "Are you here to save me? Let me out quickly, that damn Batman locked me in here!"

"Of course, we plan to sneak into the alien planet, we're missing a good helper, do you want to come?"

"God, how can you not bring me for such a fun thing? Hurry, hurry, hurry, find a way to let me out!"

And at this time, Little Bruce was still staring at the Book of Necromancy that Harley was holding in her arms, looking at it with a suspicious expression, and said, "How does this book know where Batman's son is locked up?"

Helen snapped her fingers and said, "Believe me, no one understands Batman better than it does."

At this time, Harley and Damian had already started studying the door. Damian said to Harley, "I think violent lock-picking definitely won't work, Batman must have installed a bunch of traps on it."

"Then what about magic?"

"You know magic?"

"It's not anyone's patent, Bruce, Bruce!" Harley shouted to the back. She pointed to the keyhole and said, "It cost me a lot of effort to infuse energy into the missiles just now, it's your turn."

Little Bruce walked up with his arms crossed and a blank expression. The moment Damian saw his face through the window, he widened his eyes, but then he reacted and asked, "You should be the Bruce Wei En from another universe, right?"

Little Bruce didn't even look at him. Damian put his two arms on the bars of the window and said, "Remember not to sleep with a woman named Talia if you meet her in the future, don't believe any nonsense about true love, she's just after your genes."

With a "click," the door lock opened. Damian walked out from inside. Seeing the dark energy that hadn't disappeared from Little Bruce's hand, he widened his eyes in surprise, looked at Little Bruce, and said, "You're from the magic school? A Batman who knows magic... that's really amazing."

"Why do we have to bring him?" Little Bruce said impatiently.

"Of course because he's a very powerful agent." Harley shrugged and said, "A rare all-rounder, our sneaking in still depends on him."

Damian immediately revealed a smug expression, and Little Bruce had already walked toward Helen. He said as he walked, "After Batman finishes with Steppenwolf, he will soon board the ship to check the situation. We must drive away the one we want before he figures out how many ships there are."

Just at this time, footsteps came from the end of the corridor. Several people became vigilant, worried that the figure with two pointed ears would appear in the darkness, but it was Constantine who walked out of the darkness.

"Why are you here?" Harley looked Constantine up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed it wasn't the one from her universe. The only thing she was worried about now was that the trouble she caused in this universe would be known by Professor Schiller, and he would send someone to catch her.

"Batman asked me to guard here to prevent any magical existence from threatening the safety of his son."

"Ha, a thief guarding the loot." Damian snorted and said.

"You shouldn't go and tell Batman, right?" Harley narrowed her eyes and said, half-asking and half-threatening, "What benefits did he give you? We can give double."

"I don't want your benefits, you are going to drive a ship to an alien planet, right? Take me with you."

Now several people were a bit surprised. Little Bruce raised his eyelids, looked Constantine up and down, and said, "You want to go to the alien planet with us, why?"

"What else could it be? Avoiding creditors." Constantine shrugged and said, "Although I have many creditors in both Heaven and Hell, those on Earth are the most troublesome. Anyway, if you don't take me, I'll go tell Batman."

"Despicable!" Damian shouted at Constantine.

At the entrance of the Rodriguez Manor, Merkel held an umbrella and sent Schiller into the car, and said when opening the door, "Sir, just let Alfred call me when you come back."

Schiller nodded and got into the car. After a long traffic jam, he finally arrived at Wei En Manor. Alfred was standing by the door waiting for him.

"You're here, Professor." Alfred opened the door for Schiller. Schiller nodded to him and asked, "Am I late?"

"Of course not, only Commissioner Gordon has arrived now. Miss Pamela just called and said that the plants in her warehouse have escaped, and she has to be busy catching them back. I'm afraid she can't come today."

Schiller just wanted to walk in when he saw a figure walking quickly into the gate. Strange, in a suit and leather shoes, said while walking in, "It's really hell, this is the first time I've seen a place more congested than Manhattan on a Friday night!"

Schiller slowed down, waited for him for a while, and said, "I told you to borrow a room in my manor, but you insisted on living in a high-end apartment in the city center. It must have taken you three hours to get here, right?"

"Three hours? Five and a half hours!" Strange quickly caught up with Schiller, ducked under his umbrella, and said, "I think we shouldn't build any magic defense network, let it be destroyed."

The two walked quickly through the front yard. When they entered the front hall, Alfred appeared magically by the door again, took the umbrella from Schiller, and handed them towels and hot tea.

"Oh, you're here. This must be Professor Strange, right? I've long admired your name, long admired your name." Gordon stood up from the sofa by the fireplace, shook hands with Strange, and then introduced him, "This is my daughter Barbara."

"I'm not your daughter yet." Barbara covered her forehead and said. Schiller glanced at the dark circles under her eyes and said, "How many days have you not slept? Miss?"

"About a week." Barbara walked back to the sofa by the fireplace and sat down. Schiller shook his head gently and said, "You should have gone back with them."

"Go back for what? Continue to be Batman's little assistant? The number of his assistants has doubled, and now he doesn't need me."

Barbara took a sip of hot tea, sighed, and said, "No need to worry about me. At first, I really didn't sleep or rest for several nights to plan the music festival, and I was exhausted, but now it's not like that anymore. I'm investigating the economic system of this city."

"Especially how Wei En Enterprises maintains stable operations while maintaining the Cat Getan renovation project. Logically speaking, their liquid funds are simply not enough, it's simply a business miracle."

Schiller's hand holding the teacup paused slightly. At this time, Bruce happened to walk down from the stairs. The two looked at each other and withdrew their gazes. Obviously, they were both interested in the expression of this lady when she found out the truth.

"I say, you wouldn't really have transferred money from the Federal Reserve, would you?" Barbara turned her head, put one arm on the sofa, looked at Bruce, and asked, "Where did your large amount of liquid funds come from?"

"Miss." Schiller stopped Barbara and said, "For a period of time recently, Wei En Enterprises has been managed by Thomas Wei En. Perhaps it would be more effective if you asked him when you have time."

Barbara had a suspicious expression, her gaze sliding back and forth between Schiller and Bruce. At this time, Alfred walked to her side, handed over snacks such as cheese and dried fruits, smiled at her, and said, "Miss Gordon, although I admire your spirit of diligent study, you must also pay attention to your own body. I have calming tea here, would you like some?"

"You should give her some quickly, I'm afraid she won't live until the day Barbara and I reconcile." Gordon sighed long and said, "Every day is either typing on the keyboard in front of the computer or constantly looking at a pile of data. It's useless for me to persuade her."

"This is very important because you have brought light back to Cat Getan. This is what we have been striving for." Barbara straightened her body and raised her tone.

"Alright, Miss, drink your tea."