After gathering information on the outsiders, Lynn wasted no time driving a Bugatti Veyron to their lodgings.
"I wonder if upgrading the system will unlock teleportation for me. Driving all the way there is such a pain."
Just as Lynn grumbled from inside the car, the vehicle jolted, and the brakes immediately engaged at full force.
Screeeech!!
The shrill sound of tires scraping the road rang out.
The luxury car's wheels locked up, and it skidded across the pavement before finally coming to a stop.
Night was approaching. In the twilight, flickering lights spilled over the street ahead, painting the road in a kaleidoscope of colors.
A figure stood at the street corner, making no effort to dodge, simply standing in front of the car.
She had pale skin and twin ponytails, with a baseball bat resting on her shoulder and a crazed smile on her face.
"Harley Quinn?" Lynn raised an eyebrow.
The woman ahead was none other than Harley Quinn, whom he had repeatedly elbowed earlier.
What was she blocking his way for?
Lynn opened the car door and stepped out at once.
The moment he got out, Harley Quinn leaped onto the car and slammed her baseball bat into the windshield.
Bang!!
Shards of glass flew everywhere.
"Uh... Harley Quinn, what are you doing?" Lynn asked as he watched the lunatic in action.
"Heehee... Bruce Wayne, today I, Harley Quinn, am gonna solo-kill Gotham's biggest capitalist!"
Harley Quinn laughed maniacally and swung her baseball bat hard at Lynn's crotch.
"Motherf..." Lynn cursed under his breath.
Why do you and Catwoman both love aiming down there?
"If you want a fight, don't blame me for hitting hard!"
"Oh? You still think you can..."
As Harley Quinn laughed wildly, a rocket launcher pointed straight at her, its dark muzzle giving off a strong smell of gunpowder.
She froze mid-motion. Her baseball bat fell to the ground, and her whole body went rigid.
Where the hell did he pull that rocket launcher from? Did science mean nothing anymore?
"Come on, keep swinging. Weren't you acting all tough?"
Lynn rested the rocket launcher on his shoulder and aimed it at Harley Quinn's head, his tone outrageously cocky.
Pedestrians on both sides of the street took one look and ran for their lives. Shrill police sirens sounded nearby.
Harley raised both hands and slowly crouched, utterly bewildered.
"Shit! Where did you pull that rocket launcher from?!"
"Somewhere you don't know about." Holding the rocket launcher on his shoulder with one hand, Lynn took a closer look at Harley Quinn.
She wore a cropped white shirt and extremely short denim shorts, with pale, shapely thighs.
"Why did you stop me?" Lynn asked.
"I just wanted some spending money," Harley Quinn answered.
A vicious expression crossed her face, and she continued through gritted teeth:
"It's all that damn pervert's fault. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be getting harassed in that bar every day."
"Shit! If I see him again, I'm gonna punch his dick clean off!"
Looking at her, Lynn thought, You can't even recognize a player standing right in front of you, and you want to punch my dick off? Keep dreaming!
"I think you should worry about yourself first."
With that, Lynn immediately took several steps back and pulled the rocket launcher's trigger.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Rocket after rocket tore through the air, hurtling straight toward Harley Quinn.
"Holy shit! You're fucking ambushing a woman! Have you got no honor?!"
The rockets struck the ground, and the explosions sent shock waves rolling outward. Gravel flew, and smoke filled the air.
The violent blasts nearly flipped the Bugatti Veyron Lynn had driven there.
"What the hell are you babbling about?" Lynn's lips spread into a Homelander-style smile. "Take it up with my rocket launcher!"
Only after blasting several large craters into the concrete road did Lynn put away the rocket launcher and return to the car.
Vrooom!!
The engine roared again, and the car sped away with a throaty rumble.
[Mission progress: 75%]
"Just one target left: Logan Howlett over at Wayne Enterprises."
Lynn went over the man's information in his head so he could make the best use of his time once he reached Wayne Enterprises.
"You're definitely not Bruce Wayne."
A familiar woman's voice suddenly came from behind him.
Lynn glanced up at the rearview mirror and saw a disheveled Harley Quinn sitting in the back.
Lynn: ???
"Why are you still alive?"
"Your rockets didn't hit me. I picked the right moment and hopped into the car," Harley explained.
She leaned forward excitedly, studying Lynn from every angle as she let out a strange giggle.
"Heehee... How did a pervert like you turn into Bruce Wayne? How'd you do it?"
Harley Quinn twirled the ends of her hair between her fingertips, brushing them against Lynn's neck and making it tickle.
"I am Bruce Wayne."
Lynn answered expressionlessly without turning around.
He was considering whether to blast her to death with the rocket launcher again.
After all, they were inside a car. In such a cramped space, she definitely wouldn't have time to dodge. She would die for sure.
And he had a Resurrection Card, which gave him plenty of room for error.
But doing that wouldn't earn him any mission rewards, and it would waste one of his Resurrection Cards. It wasn't worth it at all.
"I don't believe you're Bruce Wayne!"
Harley tilted her little face up, looking smug, as though she had figured everything out.
"That RPG Rocket Launcher you pulled out of nowhere, and the way you talk-neither of those fits Bruce Wayne.
"You've gotta be that massive pervert, Dinosaur War God!"
Lynn asked, "Do you know Bruce Wayne that well?"
Harley shook her head. "No, I know that massive pervert that well!"
Lynn raised his eyebrows as the car turned down a street and entered a block in the Diamond District.
In the evening light, the enormous "W" logo on Wayne Tower came into view. Beams of yellow light flowed across it, as though the city itself were breathing.
"You weren't like this when you faced the Joker Gang, or back at the bar~"
Harley Quinn wrapped her arms around Lynn's neck, their faces
pressed cheek to cheek, making them look like the most intimate of lovers.
"Did you enjoy feeling me up back then, you big pervert? Believe me, I could ship you off to Bowery Street right now and let those hookers milk you dry."
"You're welcome to try."
Lynn spoke coolly, his face expressionless.
"I have video footage of you fighting another woman. Harley Quinn, you wouldn't want me spreading footage of you losing all over Gotham, would you?"
"Tch. Boring." Harley Quinn leaned heavily back into her seat and stopped talking.
Wayne Enterprises headquarters.
As soon as Lynn entered the ground-floor lobby, he saw employees in business attire bustling about.
"I wonder who it was in my previous life who said everyone in the United States gets off work at three or four in the afternoon and works eight hours a day, five days a week."
Watching the employees working overtime, he couldn't help grumbling inwardly.
Life in the good old U.S. of A. isn't all that cushy either. Europe's probably where people really have it easy, right?
His gaze wandered around, taking in guards throughout the building, each carrying a riot shield with a gun at his waist. Security was tighter than at the Gotham Police Department.
The LexCorp employee named Logan Howlett was being received by employees working under Lucius Fox.
Lynn only knew he was inside Wayne Enterprises headquarters, not which floor he was on, so he would have to find Lucius Fox first.
"Good evening, Mr. Wayne. And this is...?"
"My new lover."
Lynn put an arm around Harley Quinn and used his right hand to tug at her blast-torn collar, covering the exposed patch of pale skin.
Longtime employees passing by saw him holding Harley Quinn and greeted him with smiles.
"This feels so damn good, Dinosaur War God."
Harley nestled in Lynn's arms, her eyes gleaming as she soaked in the respect from everyone around them.
"Buddy, you've replaced Bruce Wayne. All of Wayne Enterprises is yours. How about giving me a shot? Why don't we become lovers for real?"
Her right index finger roamed over Lynn's lower abdomen, slowly pressing harder as her voice turned seductive:
"Then you can have me do anything you want~"
"Really?" Lynn asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course~"
"Then prove Einstein's theory of relativity for me."
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