amaotonovel Chapter 3828 Batman's New York Trip (Part 1)
Chapter 3828 Batman's New York Trip (Part 1)
Chapter 3828 Batman's New York Trip (Part 1)
The sweltering summer in New York is finally over, and the mornings and evenings are much cooler. More and more people are strolling in Central Park. Amidst the layers of shadows, the rustling of leaves in the wind, the whispering of whispers, the barking of cats and dogs, the ringing of bicycle bells, and the fading chirping of insects in late autumn, all seep in through the window cracks along with the cool air, cooling the fountain pen that was still warm and drying the ink on the paper.
"...Citizens who have not yet undergone a physical examination are requested to go to the designated hospital as soon as possible. If your health information is not updated in time, your driver's license, tickets, and other identity documents will be unusable. To reiterate..."
Schiller turned off the television and picked up another report that needed his signature. He glanced at it from top to bottom; all the data were normal, only slightly higher than before. This indicated that the patients in the sanatorium were not significantly affected by the spiritual resurgence, and no magical geniuses or those with physical mutations had emerged. This was perfect for him, the director.
The phone rang. Schiller picked up the receiver, only to find it wasn't an internal line, but a call from Strange.
"Alright, it seems you've reached a decision. I have no objections. I don't have an independent lab like Tony or Reed. There's not much to see in the sanatorium. If they insist on coming, I can ask them to fill out a psychological evaluation report or something. That's all."
After hanging up the phone, there was a knock on the door. The head nurse brought in another stack of documents. Standing in front of his desk, he said, "Good news, doctor. The list of supervisors sent by the community has reduced the number of people we need to supervise this year to three."
“Three? Didn’t you say there were more than a dozen people? What happened to the rest?” Schiller asked, frowning.
"Don't worry too much, doctor. Their condition is all documented in the report. According to the assessment by an authoritative psychiatric institution, their mental state has improved and they are basically able to take care of themselves. Therefore, the community has no obligation to select a regulatory agency for them."
Schiller looked down at the report carefully and realized that what the head nurse said was true. Most of the patients who had been assigned to him by the community to the nursing home had recovered. The remaining three were extremely severe cases of schizophrenia, but their conditions had also improved to varying degrees.
“I heard from a classmate studying at Columbia University’s medical school that this seems to be the effect of magical power,” the head nurse said. “This power can not only improve people’s cardiopulmonary function and muscle strength, but also help stabilize people’s mental state. There is a noticeable improvement after two weeks in this environment. The girls under my care have also told me that many patients have been much calmer recently.”
“That would be perfect.” Schiller put down the report and said, “A few people may come to visit the sanatorium tomorrow, so please make preparations for their reception.”
"Is it another important figure from Washington?"
"Not really. But we'll try to keep them away from patients as much as possible. I'll personally receive them. I might have to go to the West Coast in a couple of days; I'll hand over my duties to the vice president then."
After the head nurse left, Schiller picked up the phone and dialed Nick's number, telling him what he had just discovered. Nick said, "I was just about to call you. Congress consulted me about whether to set up a research group on the effects of magical powers on people's mental states. They want you and Professor X to participate."
"If Professor X also participates, then what's the point of my participation?"
"Your fees are too high."
“Alright, I’ll take 30%.” Schiller changed the subject again. “How exactly did Stephen and Tony convince you to let Batman visit New York? Now you’re not mentioning the nuclear bombs anymore?”
“You have to understand my predicament,” Nick said with a deep sigh. “Stark’s lab, Osborn’s lab, Richards’s lab, Doom’s lab, Otto’s lab, Parker’s lab, Connors’s lab… they’re all waiting for the God of science to descend upon them.”
"And what you, as the Pope, have done is accept bribes from them and allow the gods to roam freely in his kingdom?"
"It can't be called reckless. I sent Natasha over to keep an eye on them."
"What's the difference between this and sending sheep into the tiger's den?"
"How could you think our female agent is a sheep?"
I was talking about Batman.
"But there are many of them."
“Only lambs flock together,” Schiller sighed. “Don’t tell me you don’t know how Natasha and Arkham Batman broke up. Now Bucky and Barton are both after her. Are you trying to make New York more exciting?”
“I don’t have time for these sentimental things,” Nick said. “If she had splattered blood all over them at the same time, I would have popped champagne into her coffin at her funeral.”
Nick hung up the phone, and Schiller could only shake his head in slight frustration. Just as he was about to dial another number, Natasha burst in.
"This is the sixth time, ma'am."
"what?"
"Break into my office without knocking."
“I’m an agent.” Natasha said, glancing at Schiller’s helpless expression, and added, “Fine, I won’t knock next time I enter your bedroom.”
"what happened?"
“I’m in deep trouble.” Natasha pulled up a chair and sat down. “Here’s the thing: my ex-ex-ex-boyfriend and my ex-ex-boyfriend are pursuing me, and I’ve been assigned to spy on my ex-boyfriend. Is there any way for me to get away with this except by killing them both?”
“No, ma’am. Your only mistake was not killing them one by one when you broke up with them. Now they’re all alive and together, and there’s nothing God can do about it.”
Natasha collapsed onto the table.
“Right now, what you need to think about most is the Arkham Batman problem,” Schiller said. “Do you know what he did at the magic academy?”
"I heard he caused quite a stir."
"Because someone injured him, he not only didn't let the culprit off the hook, but also dragged everyone connected to him into it. And at that time, he only had a broken rib. You almost ripped his heart out, so why did he specifically come to New York for a stroll before going home?"
“You’re just repeating the same problem,” Natasha said, slamming her fist on the table. “What I need is a solution.”
"Tell me your motive first. Do you really want to kill him?"
“How could that be?” Natasha leaned back in her chair, took out a pack of cigarettes, and waved it. Schiller nodded slightly, and Natasha lit a cigarette, exhaling a puff of smoke to the side.
"In short, there are some differences of opinion."
"where is it?"
"what?"
Where does the disagreement lie?
Shouldn't you ask what the disagreement is?
“That’s not important,” Schiller said, shaking his head. “My research in sex psychology isn’t in-depth, but I do know a little bit. Between the sexes, the location where the conflict arises is more important than the conflict itself.”
"On the bed," Natasha said succinctly.
"Okay. Is it related to sex?"
"It doesn't matter much."
"That's it. You stabbed him?"
"Just one cut."
Did he call you crazy?
No. He must know he's in the wrong.
Schiller shook his head and said, "He just doesn't intend to stoop to your level in that situation."
“Maybe it’s just because the two of us can’t disconnect right now,” Natasha rolled her eyes. “Ha, men.”
"So you didn't stop."
“No,” Natasha said after thinking for a moment. “I actually admire him quite a bit. If it were Tony Stark, he would probably be screaming and running to the middle of the Pacific Ocean by now.”
"He's a tough guy," Schiller couldn't help but exclaim. "Now, let's talk about your little conflict. What did he do to you?"
"He said he was the President of the United States."
"Well, then what?"
"I think he's lying to me."
"Why do you think so?"
"How could Congress allow such a capable person to become president?"
"Perhaps they had no choice but to allow it."
“He asked me if I wanted to attend a dinner party with him, I refused, and he kept asking. I slapped him, and just as I reached out again, he grabbed my wrist, and then I pulled out a knife. I admit I was a bit impulsive.”
“I see,” Schiller said, relaxing. “A minor issue.”
Natasha looked at him with some skepticism, but after a long pause, she decided to trust Schiller's expertise. Then she said, "Tomorrow, Batman is coming to New York to visit various laboratories, and I'll be in charge of security throughout the trip. Do you think there's anything we should be aware of?"
"It's nothing. They'll just throw cameras around, but the network signals between the two universes aren't interconnected. They can't see them over there. You can pick up the cameras they throw and give them to Nick; it should be able to revolutionize our camera technology here."
"that's it?"
"that's it."
Natasha left quickly, presumably to prepare for tomorrow's visit. Schiller also made arrangements at the sanatorium, mainly to prevent Batman's arrival from upsetting the patients. In the evening, they took a stroll in Central Park.
Since Stark Industries launched its hovercars, one or two luxurious classic cars can occasionally be seen flying overhead in New York's affluent neighborhoods. However, due to their exorbitant prices and the requirement for proof of funds, only a few have been sold, and they remain a rarity.
So the next morning, when a flying bat-shaped car shimmering with magical light landed in the sanatorium's parking lot, passersby and neighbors all took out their phones to take pictures.
Stark swayed out of the car like a ghost, landing and immediately vomiting violently. Peter wasn't much better off; even after regaining his Spider-Man balance, he was still pale from the swaying.
“I’ve been wronged,” Stark said, looking at Schiller who was walking over. “You have to apologize for your assessment of my driving skills, or you can get in his car and drive around with him.”
“No need, I apologize,” Schiller said. “You drive more steadily than the subway than Batman.”
Peter rubbed his aching back and said, "God, when it started moving, I almost got slammed into my seat and turned into a spider-like mess. With that kind of power, why are you researching sports cars? Go research time machines!"
At this moment, the Arkham Batman and the main universe Batman stepped out of the driver's seat and passenger seat, respectively. The two were calm and composed, looking up and surveying the sanatorium.
“I’ve heard so much about you, Director.” The main universe’s Batman stepped forward and shook hands with Schiller, saying, “I heard the sanatorium recently moved. Are the doctors and patients adjusting well?”
"not bad."
"If there's anything we can help you with, we'll do our best." They exchanged pleasantries as they walked into the sanatorium. Many patients opened their windows and peered out to see if it was another official from Washington, but instead they saw two handsome blue-eyed men who looked very similar, and cheers and whistles immediately erupted.
Schiller expertly pointed to their windows, called their names, and told them to close them. The sounds of nurses scolding and teenagers laughing and joking echoed from inside the building.
“This place is not quite what I expected,” said Batman Arkham.
Schiller glanced at him and said, "What do you imagine? A large-scale human experimentation facility?"
"Completely the opposite. Maybe it's a luxury shopping mall or something."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. The fees here are actually not high, and many patients are assigned by the community. I only receive a small stipend."
"But it seems you're not short of money."
"Are you from the tax bureau? Do you need to investigate the source of your income?"