amaotonovel Chapter 3324 Bloody New City (73)
Chapter 3324 Bloody New City (73)
Chapter 3324 Bloodshed in New City (Seventy-three)
Gotham's high society is gradually collapsing.
The scandal of the death bet made wealthy people in other regions avoid them. Public opinion nailed them to the pillar of shame, and Gordon's arrest forced them into a dark corner.
If they could still hide in the safe house, cautiously peek outside, hoping to escape this storm, then the completely crazy angel of death sounded their final death knell.
The social rules they set are strong and fragile. For ordinary people, the law is a knife hanging over their heads. But for a complete lunatic like Paul, the law is nothing.
The elites, who have become accustomed to using the law to protect themselves, have long since lost their savage fangs and claws, and believe that as long as they use the tools properly, they will not be afraid of crazy beasts.
But now, they found themselves back in the jungle, fighting a mad beast with bare hands. They finally had to pay the price for their underestimation of the enemy.
Schiller watched all this happen with a cold eye. But he knew that this was still just the beginning.
For a death row inmate, the most terrifying thing is not death, but the time spent waiting for death to come.
They will feel angry and ask frantically how things could have turned out this way, but no one can give them an answer.
They will feel regretful and reflect on everything they have done, but deep down they still don't think they have done anything wrong; they just feel wronged and aggrieved.
They will feel despair. The last moments of their lives should be precious, but they can do nothing but waste them towards death.
These emotions will appear in turn and intertwine until they drive people completely crazy. At that time, death may even be a relief for them.
But no, Schiller will not let them go. Because they still have value, so they will probably have to spend a long time like this before they can usher in the final judgment.
Apart from the elites who have been forced into desperate situations, the most anxious person now should be Jason Blood.
In the original comics, Paul, the angel of death, was actually raised by Brad. This seems to be due to the agreement between him and the ancestors of the Vale family, but Schiller knows that this is not that simple.
If Brad wanted to save Paul's life, he could just send Paul out of Gotham and let him live a peaceful and stable life in a small town. If he wanted to help Paul regain the glory of the Wallace family, he should train Paul so that he would have the power to compete with Batman.
For Brad, both of these paths were easy. But he chose neither. He took care of Paul, but he gave him cancer. He said he wanted to protect Gotham's peace, but he turned him into an angel of death who created chaos.
Schiller had no time to investigate what his underlying purpose was. He just needed to make things go beyond Brad's expectations. Obviously, he did it.
Paul did become the angel of death, but he did not become a knife in the hands of the upper class, but a fire that burned away the top steps of the pyramid.
Brad looked helpless when he found Schiller again. But before he could speak, Schiller said, "If you want me to stop the Angel of Death, I can't do it. I can't beat him either."
"But we have to stop him."
"Then why not earlier?" Schiller looked at Brad and asked, "Why didn't you stop him while he was still wandering around downtown?"
He stood up, walked across to Brad, looked him in the eye and said, "You didn't stand up when the Angel of Death was violently disrupting order in the downtown area. But now that he's threatening Gotham's wealthy, you come to me. Can I understand that you've made up your mind?"
"I just don't want Gotham to fall into chaos anymore."
"Is the Gotham you're talking about only the Uptown area?"
"He didn't cause any massive chaos in downtown."
“The uptown chaos wasn’t on a large scale either.”
"Yes, but that has a greater impact," Brad argued as best he could.
"It seems that you still don't understand what I said." Schiller sighed, turned around and sat down again and said, "It seems that I have to be straightforward. You now have two choices: hire me to help you settle all this, or leave here and find a solution yourself."
"Why on earth would you do that?"
"What do you mean? Interfering with your plans? That wasn't my intention. I just happened to run into it."
"What on earth are you going to turn this place into?"
"It might be the last thing you expect."
Schiller was not playing Tai Chi with him here to waste time. He had to keep Brad here for a while. If he didn't go back to the church, the angel of death wouldn't be able to find him.
At the entrance of San Marino Church, a tall figure lingered for a long time, but the priest who always waited here in the past was still nowhere to be seen.
He had no choice but to go to Dr. Tompkins' clinic again.
Dr. Tompkins had a complicated expression. She looked at the big man and said, "Your body has become very weak. It's best not to..."
"Do you believe in God?" asked the Angel of Death.
Dr. Tompkins shook his head and said, "I believe that the universe has its own rules, but not any specific god. I think you should sit down and let me diagnose you..."
"There is nothing to diagnose, doctor. I won't live much longer." The angel of death said in a low voice, "Before I die, I will complete the mission given to me by God. I will go to judge those who are guilty."
"No." Dr. Tompkins shook his head and said, "You can't give up hope so easily. I'm currently researching hypnosis to relieve the mental stimulation caused by the red pill. If I can do that, maybe you can survive."
The Angel of Death was silent. Doctor Tompkins thought he had misunderstood. She said, "When you asked me that day, I guessed that you might be a victim of the Odein Company. They used money to lure you. It's not your fault, and don't give up treatment because of it."
"This is my fate, doctor. It is God's purpose for bringing me into this world. Everything I have encountered is to ignite the flame of revenge that I have now. I don't feel sad, I just feel honored."
Dr. Tompkins sighed and seemed to give up trying to persuade her. She said, "I'm sorry, but I don't really know much about religion. I'm just a doctor. I will do my best to help my patients. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"No, doctor, I don't need your help. I'm here to help you. You're the only innocent person I've ever seen. I'm here to help you by God's command."
Dr. Tompkins was stunned. She almost doubted Schiller's ability to predict the future. How did he know that this big man would come to her today and want to help her?
But then she came back to her senses, showed a hesitant look, and then said: "I really need your help. But I think I still have to treat you first..."
"No need, doctor. Tell me."
Dr. Tompkins walked up to the Angel of Death, looked up at him and said sincerely: "Don't let Odein Company endanger more people. Only you can help me now."
She turned around again, clasped her hands together, and said, "Almost all hospitals are now using Odein's equipment. They have created a large number of cancer patients. Those innocent people should not be harmed."
"You want me to kill the people from Odein Company?"
"No, the most urgent thing now is to stop them from doing this. Killing people won't solve the problem. I want you to destroy the medical equipment in the hospital. It will take time to buy and set up new ones. I can use this time to research a treatment method."
The Angel of Death did not seem to expect that Dr. Tompkins would make such a request. But he nodded, agreed and said, "Someone wants to kill you. You'd better protect yourself first."
"Don't worry about that," Piette said as he walked in. "We just knocked down two this morning."
The Angel of Death looked at him deeply, said nothing, turned and walked out of the clinic.
After he left, Piette looked at Dr. Tompkins and said, "Can you really cure the cancer they created?"
"You think too highly of me," said Dr. Tompkins. "Schiller said he had a way. I just followed his instructions."
Not long after, Gotham's hospitals were in trouble. This mad angel of death, who had no idea what evil had come over him, rushed into the hospital alone and smashed every instrument and device he saw. In just one day, he had destroyed all the laboratories in Gotham's hospitals.
The security guards hired by the rich at a high price couldn't stop him, not to mention the security forces of the hospital. Moreover, he only smashed the machines and didn't hurt anyone. He ran away after smashing them, and the police couldn't catch up with him either.
The machine was broken and could not be used, so naturally they had to buy a new one. The hospital had no idea what the angel of death was doing. They had few choices, so they had to buy equipment from Odein.
Odein Company was very happy and received a large order. This opening was enough to support the business for three years.
This kind of medical equipment is not produced in advance and then stockpiled in large quantities. It is basically produced after the order is placed. There are only a few in stock on the entire East Coast, which can't keep up with Gotham's needs.
The company does not have a US factory, and all instruments are manufactured in the UK. But the UK's work efficiency is beyond words, and it would be a blessing if we can get the goods next year.
The hospital cannot make money if it does not have the equipment to perform the examination. But they cannot just sit there and wait. They have to choose some other less famous brands of equipment and make do with them for the time being.
Of course, Odein Company was anxious when they saw this. If their company's monopoly was broken, it would be difficult to regain this position in the future.
So they suggested that some machines that were not so badly damaged could be handed over to them for repair, so that they could be used as is and there was no need to buy new ones.
The hospital was a little hesitant at first. Although the new purchase items would allow them to enrich themselves, if the hospital was closed for a long time due to lack of equipment, their salary would also be reduced.
Just when they were inclined to agree to the repair plan proposed by Odein, the municipal government suddenly announced that in order to ease the medical pressure, the municipal government had established a special medical equipment procurement assistance fund and set aside money to help hospitals purchase medical equipment and resume normal operations.
Now, all the hospitals that had originally turned to Odein Company turned back. If they could use the name of procurement to eat up the municipal funds, they would make a lot of money. Who would care whether the hospital could operate?
(End of this chapter)