amaotonovel Chapter 3321 Bloody New City (7)
Chapter 3321 Bloody New City (7)
Chapter 3321 Bloody New City (Seventy)
Schiller opened the door of his office, and Gordon, who looked exhausted, walked in. Schiller looked at him and said, "It seems that you need a bottle of cold beer more. Wait for me here for a while."
Schiller went to the refrigerator in the lounge, took out a bottle of cold beer and handed it to Gordon. Gordon didn't hesitate to open the bottle cap and gulped down half of it.
Then he wiped his mouth, sighed with satisfaction, put the bottle aside, and said, "It seems you have heard about the big man. I'm going to go talk to him. What do you think?"
"Did you come here today specifically to ask for my opinion? I'd be honored. But I know you wouldn't listen even if I said something."
Gordon grinned and said, "Well, not specifically for this. I have people watching several hospitals in the community. Just as you expected, they all use Odein's equipment. But there doesn't seem to be anything unusual. Do you want to keep watching?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "I've already troubled you a lot. You should just focus on managing the downtown area. Let's talk about the Angel of Death. How much do you know about him?"
"He looks like a religious fanatic." Gordon took another sip of beer and then said, "Several people who have seen him say that he dresses like a medieval warrior priest. The uniform looks very sophisticated and must have cost a lot to make. People speculate that he should be like Batman, with a wealthy man behind him who has been supporting him."
"How are his results in fighting crime?"
Speaking of this, Gordon frowned a little, and said: "In fact, it is very bad. I admit that he did deter those super criminals and made our community a little safer."
"But he has no self-control at all. Some time ago, there was a rascal in my neighborhood who broke into a store to buy medicine. He was a novice, and the store he chose was not in a good location and his movements were slow. The store owner found him and called the police."
"The people I arranged were about to take him there, but they were met by the Angel of Death first. He beat him half to death and almost paralyzed him. His parents cried their hearts out in front of me, and I had to pay for his medical treatment."
"What did he steal?" Schiller asked.
"I didn't steal anything at all." Gordon waved his hand and said, "I wanted to look for some change, but I found the drawer was locked. I wanted to take two packs of cigarettes, but I didn't have the brand I liked."
"When the store owner caught him, he didn't immediately show his hands. The store owner thought he had a gun, so he called the police."
"So it was an attempted theft?"
"Yes, he didn't steal anything, and he didn't cause any damage. But now he's lying in the intensive care unit. His father is a good man who works diligently. I can't explain to him now."
"There does seem to be something wrong." Schiller walked over and sat down, then said, "Is he more violent than Batman?"
"Yes. More importantly, he doesn't have Batman's compassion." Gordon put his hands on the table and said, "Although Batman is a little irritable recently, you can't deny that he is a man with divinity. Punishment is always his last resort. If possible, he would rather choose tolerance."
Schiller nodded, agreeing with Gordon's judgment. Although the Batman in this universe has mental problems and is therefore particularly irrational and irritable, he is at most Don Quixote, not Nero.
Even if he has mental problems, his temper is mostly directed at extremely dangerous antisocial elements like the Joker, and at most he just beat them up, not killed them, so it can't be considered excessive.
There has always been a divine side to Batman's personality. Even if his mental problems make him look more like an ordinary person, this side will occasionally reveal his brilliance.
In the original comics, after enduring the grief of the death of his loved ones, being framed and imprisoned by the Joker, and suffering pressure from all sides, the only conclusion that the Batman of this universe came to was: it was all his own fault for not being able to make Gotham a better place.
Schiller's comment on this was: "It's strange that you don't get depressed."
But we have to admit that this saint-like compassion balances his paranoia and violence well, making him a hero rather than a tyrant.
But this Angel of Death Paul is a pure tyrant. Rather than upholding justice and saving people, he is more like venting. The skin of a superhero cannot cover up the stench of decay that emanates from his body, which is about to die in violent fantasies.
"What are you going to do?" Schiller asked Gordon's opinion first. After all, the Angel of Death appeared in the downtown area, and since Gordon chose to take on such a responsibility, he had to find a way.
"I said, I want to talk to him." Gordon shook his head and said, "I need to figure out some issues."
"What if he doesn't want to talk to you?"
"You can't blame me then," Gordon said. "I still say that I need this society to be orderly and stable. This is because it is beneficial to the majority of people."
"If someone insists on disrupting order and refuses to communicate, then even if he calls himself a hero, I must restrict him."
"It seems that the basis for you and Batman to work together for so long must be communication?" Schiller said with a smile.
"You may not believe it, and no one will believe it, but I communicate very well with Batman," Gordon said. "Although you can't expect him to say anything on his own initiative, as long as you ask in the right way, there is nothing you can't understand."
"You still have a way to deal with him." Schiller sighed. He said this sincerely because he always felt that he could not communicate with Batman, no matter which Batman.
"It sounds like you have some ideas for him," Gordon said, tapping the table. "I don't know where you got all that money, but it's a big help. I'm willing to let him go to you for a while."
"Who? Batman or the Angel of Death?" Schiller asked subconsciously.
"The Angel of Death, of course," Gordon said helplessly.
"In that case, I won't be polite." Schiller rubbed his hands and said, "I do have something I want him to do for me. It might cause a little noise. If you are willing to help me clean up, there might be unexpected gains."
"I only have one request," Gordon said, "Don't hurt ordinary people. The rest is up to you."
Gordon didn't waste any more time and left immediately. Schiller packed up all the information he had found in the office and came to Dr. Tompkins' clinic.
Dr. Tompkins was surprised to see him, and Jason was even more surprised. Schiller didn't waste any words. He slammed all the information on the table and told his inference.
The speculation about the game between the East India Company and the Order of Order obviously shocked Dr. Tompkins and Jason. They really did not put the matter into historical context.
But once they unlock this perspective, they will immediately realize that the seriousness of the matter is probably beyond their imagination.
Several people discussed this issue for a while, but could not come to much conclusion because many key historical questions were left unanswered. Even if Schiller knew the plot, there were too many secrets hidden behind it.
“We’re a team, sort of,” Schiller said. “I’ve told you all my discoveries. I hope you’ll tell me when you discover something.”
Jason thought for a moment and then said, "I looked through Batman's computer before I left. He seemed to have dived under the Gotham Reservoir and took a lot of photos, but most of the photos were just some village ruins. There was nothing very special."
"From what I know about him, if there's something very special, he won't leave a record, but will keep it in his mind," Dr. Tompkins said, "so the best thing is for us to go down and see for ourselves."
"I bet he has 10,000 cameras in there," Schiller said. "I have ways to block them, but I don't want to go in the water."
"Why?" Jason asked.
Schiller shook his head without explaining.
Greed is different from arrogance. He is not a detective who will pursue a clue as it appears. That would make him feel led by the nose.
He prefers to focus on his own affairs and create an unsolvable situation for others. As long as there are enough such situations, sooner or later he will be able to find more clues from other people's flaws.
"I came here for another matter today." Schiller looked at Dr. Tompkins and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, the Angel of Death, who has become famous in the downtown area recently, may come to trouble you."
Dr. Tompkins was stunned. She said, "The so-called new Batman? Why is he against me? Have I offended him?"
"Haven't you noticed yet, ma'am? Someone is clipping Batman's wings. Jason, Alfred, Fox..."
"You mean me too?" Jason said, "I didn't get into trouble with them."
"That proves that the conspiracy started much earlier than you thought." Schiller's tone was very firm. He said, "It may also be because you are the most important to Batman."
"You are different from the others. The others are adults. They know that if they choose to stand on Batman's side, they must take such risks. They are capable of taking responsibility for their own choices."
"But you were just a kid at the time. You didn't have that ability. So Batman would be responsible for anything that happened to you. This would have dealt a severe blow to his spirit and laid the groundwork for his mental state today."
"Then why don't they just kill me?"
"That would make Batman completely desperate. But the real torture is never to despair quickly, but to always retain a glimmer of hope, constantly sinking and sinking between despair and hope, until all the energy is completely exhausted."
"Why do you know so much?" Jason asked, frowning.
"This is none of your business," Schiller said, refusing to discuss the issue. "You'd better not think you've gotten away with it. If people know you're still alive, they'll come after you."
"Come on then." Jason said with a sneer.
"We are now examining your problem, Dr. Tompkins." Schiller looked at Dr. Tompkins again and said, "The Angel of Death does not deserve to be called the new Batman. He is just a cruel criminal. You can't persuade him. So you have two choices now."
"Either I take you away and make him unable to find you. Then he might give up temporarily and your personal safety can be guaranteed. Or you stay here and we set a trap for him. This way we can solve the problem once and for all."
"Do you want to kill him?" Dr. Tompkins asked, looking at Schiller.
Schiller shook his head and said, "He is full of rage, like a burning flame, which will burn anyone he comes into contact with. Not just us, but also its owner."
"But you said we couldn't convince him."
"Of course, persuasion alone won't work. But we can use another way to let him know a truth that will make him burn even more fiercely. People can control a flame in the fireplace, but when the fire is big enough to burn down the whole house, no one can control it."
"That sounds very dangerous," Dr. Tompkins said. "You'd better know what you're doing, Dr. Schiller. Has anyone ever said that you're more of a broken machine than Batman?"
"Thank you for the compliment. It's my honor."
(End of this chapter)