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Arriving at the door of the interrogation room, Daniel asked with concern, "Ms. Harleen, the prisoners inside have violent tendencies. You may be in danger alone. Do you need me to accompany you?"
Harleen shook her head and replied, "The prisoners are all chained up. Besides, with you, the warden, accompanying them, how can they open up to me?"
She pulled an instrument from her handbag and waved it in front of Daniel.
"As before, be sure to turn off all surveillance cameras, including hidden ones."
"Okay, I completely understand."
Seeing that she had brought the laser tester, Daniel could only smile bitterly and nod in agreement.
When they entered the interrogation room, the mess on the floor had been cleaned up, and a bright red rose sat in a vase on the table.
"Hello, Mr. Walter."
Harleen greeted warmly as she sat at the interrogation table.
Jason had a peculiar smile on his face. "Hello,... Doctor Harleen Quinzel."
Harleen showed a surprised expression. "Mr. Walter knows me?"
Jason nodded and smiled. "I've known you for quite a while."
Harleen nodded noncommittally and said, "I have a feeling that today's conversation will go very smoothly."
...
In the prison control room on the fifth floor, Daniel paced anxiously.
A prison guard asked tentatively, "Doctor Quinzel has been in there for three hours. The highest record before this was only half an hour. Has she had any problems?"
At this, Daniel's eyes flashed with anger. He roared, "Jason! If you dare hurt Harleen, I swear I'll torture you until you'd rather die than live!"
"Should we turn on the surveillance cameras?" The guard asked.
Daniel quickly shook his head. "No! Harleen has a laser tester. If she finds out we're monitoring, she'll be furious."
The prison guard shook his head helplessly and remained silent.
The boss acted like a tyrant toward the prisoners, but when it came to Dr. Quinzel, he immediately turned into a nervous, innocent boy who didn't even dare to express his feelings.
Oh, there's always something that can make someone act differently.
...
In the interrogation room, the two of them conversed surprisingly well, losing track of time.
"That's your ultimate ideal? It sounds interesting."
Harleen crossed her legs, resting her chin on one hand, listening intently as Jason described his ideal world, a look of fascination on her face.
"Yes." Jason looked at her seriously. "In this ideal world, I wonder if Miss Harleen..."
Before he could finish, the system notification appeared on his screen.
[Ding! The accomplice 'Franklin Clinton' killed 37 New York police officers and obtained 3,700 villain points. Current progress: 5,815/6,000.]
[Ding! The accomplice 'Franklin Clinton' injured 165 New York police officers and innocent people, obtaining 4,125 villain points. Current progress: 9,940/6,000.]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for reaching level 7. Reward: 10 attribute points. Current progress: 3,940/7,000.]
Jason's smug smile appeared as he read the transparent light curtain in front of him.
'Stan, Franklin, you really didn't let me down.'
Jason allocated 10 attribute points to Strength and Endurance, respectively.
After observing for a while, he found that Strength and Endurance were the most effective attributes for healing wounds.
[Level: 7 (3,940/7,000)]
[Strength: 48 → 53]
[Agility: 40 → 40]
[Endurance: 45 → 50]
[Intelligence: 40 → 40]
[Remaining attribute points: 0]
[Reputation: 411 → 784]
[Alliance members: Franklin Clinton, Norman Stanfield (reputation required for next recruitment: 1,000)]
[Points: 43]
[Abilities: Combat Proficiency (Level 6), Driving Proficiency (Level 3), Firearms Proficiency (Level 6), Cold Weapon Proficiency (Level 2)]
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"Oh! The time for our conversation is up." Harleen exclaimed, glancing at the time on her watch.
She quickly grabbed her handbag and said to Jason, "Mr. Walter, it's been a pleasure talking to you. Let's continue tomorrow."
As they reached the door of the interrogation room, Harleen stopped suddenly, turned, and asked, "Do you need me to bring you anything tomorrow?"
Jason leaned forward, "Anything?"
Harleen hesitated, then nodded, "Yes, anything is fine."
Jason's expression turned serious, "I hope to create that ideal world you described—with you. Is that okay?"
Harleen was momentarily stunned.
This young, beautiful, and brilliant woman was unusually flustered.
She brushed her bangs shyly, her face turning slightly red, "Mr. Walter, what do you mean by that? Are you confessing to me?"
Jason chuckled, a hint of mischief in his laughter, "You know exactly what I mean!"
Harleen nervously clenched her fingers.
Of course, she understood what Jason meant—he was inviting her to join that criminal fantasy world.
The reason she felt uneasy was that, at that moment, she had an overwhelming urge to join him.
Harleen stood still, staring down at the tips of her high heels.
After thinking for ten minutes, she looked up and gave Jason a captivating smile.
"Of course, I do!"
[Ding! The evil accomplice has been successfully recruited.]
[Partner: Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn)]
[Source: "Suicide Squad"]
[Abilities: Driving Proficiency (Level 2), Firearms Proficiency (Level 3), Cold Weapon Proficiency (Level 1), Criminal Psychology (Level 7), Interpersonal Relationships (Level 5), ...]
...
"Miss Harleen, are you okay?"
As soon as they walked out of the interrogation room, Daniel rushed to her side like a loyal dog.
Harleen smiled and shook her head, "It was a pleasant conversation. I'll come again tomorrow."
Daniel paused for a moment, then his face lit up with joy.
'Heh, this means I get to see Miss Harleen again tomorrow.'
'Jason, that little bastard, is still somewhat useful.'
They chatted as they walked outside.
Suddenly, the prison became chaotic as many police officers ran out in panic.
Harleen was curious, and Daniel explained, "There was a huge explosion at the New York Police Department. The mayor issued an emergency order to dispatch police forces from other departments to provide support. We also need to dispatch 300 prison guards from Long Island Prison."
"Oh~~" Harlin smiled meaningfully.
The two parted in front of the office building, and Harleen happened to see Stan about to drive away.
Her eyes lit up, and she quickly ran over, opened the car door, and got in.
"Miss, you are..." Stan looked confused.
Though he was the director of the Narcotics Enforcement Bureau with a high position of power, beautiful women didn't typically flock to ride in his car.
Harleen fastened her seatbelt and said, "Jason asked me to tell you that you and Franklin did a great job with the police station incident."
Stan's hair stood on end at her words.
He replied seriously, "Madam, please stop talking nonsense and get out of the car!"
Harleen glanced at him and smiled. "Drive quickly. I live in the southern part of Manhattan. I'll explain everything on the way."
The New York Police Department headquarters was still shrouded in thick smoke and flames. The fire had spread upwards, blackening the once gray walls.
A large crowd of residents and media reporters had gathered outside the police station to watch.
From far away, the sound of alarms could be heard.
Over a dozen fire trucks rushed in from all directions, with firefighters quickly jumping out and beginning to fight the blaze.
After several hours of effort, the raging fire was finally put out.
The police chief had just arrived from Long Island Prison.
Wearing a chemical protective suit, he waded through the water into the office building, flanked by numerous special police officers.
The air was thick with a foul odor. The once grand hall was reduced to rubble, with charred bodies scattered across the floor.
The scene was shocking, and the director suppressed his anger as he asked, "It's been two hours since the explosion. Have the explosives and suspects been identified?"
The deputy quickly stepped forward to report, "Through surveillance, on-site investigation, and interviews with survivors, we determined that the explosive was a package placed in the corner."
"We contacted FedEx, who denied the courier was one of their employees and claimed the courier truck was disguised. It's now certain that the courier was the bombing suspect."
"Express delivery?" The chief shouted angrily, "What were the inspectors at the police station entrance doing? Why didn't they catch this?"
The deputy wiped his sweat and explained, "The surveillance shows the package containing explosives passed the security check successfully."
The chief frowned, "How could this happen?"
The deputy replied, "It appears the suspect planned this for a long time and had advanced technology, even considering the explosives detection."
"FUCK!" The chief yelled, "Investigate! Notify all police stations in New York and cancel all officers' leave. We need to catch this bastard, no matter what."
The bombing of the NYPD headquarters was not only a severe terrorist attack but also a direct provocation to both the police and the US government.
If the suspect wasn't caught quickly, the director's job would be on the line.
At that moment, a police officer rushed in, holding a bag of evidence, "Sir, we found the delivery truck. The vehicle was burned by the suspect. Only a note was left at the scene. After testing, no fingerprints were found on it."
The director grabbed the note, read it, and immediately erupted in fury.
'This is all for Jason Walter! If the federal government doesn't release him immediately, we will bomb again in ten days. We mean what we say!'
...
After dropping Harleen off at home, Stan drove to the safe house where Franklin was sitting on the sofa, watching TV.
"According to the police, the suspect in the bombing of the police station is a fanatical follower of Jason Walter. He left a note at the scene, demanding the government release Jason immediately or face another bombing within ten days."
"The governor of New York issued a statement, rejecting the request. He said: The government will never negotiate with terrorists, let alone bow to their demands. No matter where they hide, brave and fearless officers will bring them to justice."
"It's reported that all police officers in New York have canceled their leave and are now participating in the operation to prevent another bombing."
Franklin pointed at the TV screen with pride. "Hey! Look at that! Those stupid cops are pissed off because of me."
Stan nodded absentmindedly and sat on the sofa, deep in thought.
Noticing Stan's state, Franklin turned off the TV and asked, "What's wrong? Have we been discovered?"
Stan shook his head and told Franklin about his encounter with Harleen Quinzel.
After hearing the story, Franklin was stunned.
The boss has helpers in prison?!
They can even talk to him directly, without monitoring?
This is Long Island Prison, for heaven's sake!
After a long silence, Franklin finally spoke, "Do you believe what she said?"
Stan nodded and smiled bitterly, "That woman knew the bombing was our doing, and she even knew our names. I have no choice but to believe it, even though I'm not sure I want to."
"So, what's next?"
"Follow Jason's orders—prepare to break out of the prison!"
Franklin frowned, "But there are thousands of heavily armed prison guards in Long Island Prison. How can we possibly break in?"
Stan pointed at the TV, "Thanks to you, New York City is now under martial law. All departments are being forced to send officers to track you down. Long Island Prison has dispatched 300 extra guards."
Franklin grinned smugly and asked again, "But there are still over 700 guards left. That barely makes a difference! This is a dead end!"