amaotonovel Chapter 2830: An Ant Trying to Shake a Tree (Part )
Chapter 2830: An Ant Trying to Shake a Tree (Part )
Chapter 2830: An Ant Trying to Shake a Tree (Part )
Young Bruce looked at Schiller and asked in disbelief, "Save Gotham? Come on, if they could unite to save Gotham, would Gotham be like this now?"
"Yes, if what you said is true, then Gotham will soon be destroyed. But hasn't this city been on the brink of destruction every minute and every second for so many years? Why haven't we seen them collecting artifacts from all over the world and working together to solve the root cause of darkness?"
"Secondly, this is also ridiculous. Do you think Jerome can endure working with his brother to save Gotham? How could that lunatic possibly endure this?! Even if he can endure it for a while, after the plan is completed, he will definitely be the first to pounce on Jerome and twist his neck. He is the most brutal lunatic I have ever seen!"
"And this is the point that I personally don't understand the most. This is 20 years, not 200 years. Apart from the fact that my parents died unexpectedly and may need to be dealt with by future generations, 20 years can't be considered two generations, right? Is it necessary to use such an ancient method as a diary to pass on information?"
Bruce leaned forward, looked Schiller in the eye and said, "If you don't mention anyone else, at least Falcone is still alive, right?"
"With this Gotham gangster godfather here and the four major families united, they have plenty of money and energy to hire people to search for these metals. Even if they have to sacrifice human lives, 20 years is enough for them to collect one ton each. Why do they have to use their own family members?"
"Think about it carefully. 20 years ago, Falcone was at the peak of his power. Gotham was both his cash cow and his den of money. He was not a superhero. He didn't care whether Gotham was controlled or not. He just wanted to enjoy his wealth and power here. He didn't care about the life and death of anyone here."
"Then how could he possibly stand on the same front as Thomas and Martha? Even if we take a step back, if another evil god came to control Gotham, wouldn't Falcone be worried that this new god would help someone else take the throne? He would be scared to death and would do everything he could to protect his current position and prevent any signs of overthrowing him."
"As for my parents' motives, they are even more suspicious. Not to mention that I think they are too conservative to accept that they have become a monster. They are both savvy businessmen. How could they not see that their deal with Naya is a complete loss?"
"If it was really Thomas, he would never agree to become a follower of the evil god. It's not just because of justice, but because of the nature of businessmen. They are good at sitting on the fence, acting according to the situation, and playing both sides. Once they completely join one faction, it means completely offending the other faction, which is not what any businessman wants."
"Not to mention taking Martha and me with us. Businessmen always believe in not putting all their eggs in one basket. When our family travels by plane, we don't take one plane. We'd better split into three planes. We're worried that if something goes wrong, the whole army will be wiped out. How can the whole family join one faction?"
Little Bruce had already stood up when he said these words. He walked to the bedroom and saw the bottle of red wine. He shook his head and said, "I think you drank too much last night and had a nightmare."
Then he hesitated for a moment and continued, "Okay, I know I didn't leave a good impression on you when I first met you, but you can't just give me the title of the son of an evil god based on this. And you also say that I was raised by two evil gods. This is too outrageous."
"Indeed, I am now using the power of the evil god. You may suspect that my mind has been polluted. I cannot provide any evidence to prove that I have not been polluted. But from a logical point of view, it is more beneficial for Naya to cooperate with me than to completely control me."
"You also know that there is more than one Batman in the universe, and Batman is a very important existence. Although I don't know much about this, I also know that it seems that every Batman is related to the survival of a universe."
"Naya is not the kind of god who needs to devour the universe to gain power. You know this better than me. So controlling a mindless puppet and completely polluting the world will only cut off his chance of watching the show. It may also cause trouble for those angels. This is not a good deal."
"But if he lends me his power and cooperates with me, sooner or later I can go to other universes, meet many different Batmen, learn their stories, and even fight alongside them. This is meaningful to Naya. Otherwise, why would he linger here?"
"Well, let me go deeper. Naya really appreciates Batman's pain. I don't know if he's a unique pervert or something, but it seems that he can feel the ultimate satisfaction and joy from it. For a long time before, he seemed to be trying to explore the deepest dark tide in my heart. He seemed very interested and wanted more."
"That's the terms of our deal, I take him to see more Batman, he lends me his strength to make my hometown a better place."
Bruce spread his hands helplessly and said, "He also told me that Jerome became so powerful because I became stronger, as if the strength of Batman and the Joker was in a dynamic balance. I asked him if there was any solution, but he was just happy to see it happen, and even gloated over it."
"I know he's unreliable, so I came to you. Even if I can't completely eliminate him, I have to at least teach him a lesson and make him behave. I still have work to do. The pollution in the commercial district has been almost removed. If he hadn't interfered, the purification of Gotham River would have been completed."
Schiller felt a headache, which is not an adjective to describe an emotion but a description of a disease. He felt his head was throbbing with pain.
Schiller glanced in Bruce's direction, and suddenly saw dense tentacles filling the entire room, countless darkness surging in the room, and dense patterns crowding in front of his eyes.
Bruce, who was checking the alarm clock thrown on the bed, seemed to sense something. He was horrified when he realized what was happening. The tentacles disappeared in a flash. He rushed to Schiller and said, "Are you crazy? You can't look directly at the power of the evil god! It will make you mentally collapse!"
With a snap, Schiller fainted.
Bruce took a deep breath and shouted outside the door: "Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance! Someone fainted!!!"
The stretcher was quickly carried out of the hotel and sent to the ambulance. A figure walked out of the alley opposite the Wayne Hotel. He looked at the ambulance with a gloomy expression and said, "Is this the helper that guy hired? What's going on here?"
When Schiller woke up, he felt dizzy and weak. He stared at the ceiling in a daze.
A figure stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him. Schiller thought it was little Bruce, but when he turned around, he saw a smiling face.
Schiller found that his hands were tied, and then he realized that he was not lying in a hospital, but on an operating table.
It was Jerome who was smiling at him under the shadowless light.
Schiller sighed and said, "Why did you bring me here?"
"I just want to ask you, what is your relationship with that octopus? Why did he ask you to help, and how did you get yourself into... uh, such a miserable state?"
"That's a long story." Schiller blinked and tried to regain some consciousness. He turned to look at Jerome and asked in a somewhat dry voice, "Where's your brother?"
Schiller was stabbed in the shoulder. Jerome grinned and said, "Why did you mention him to me?"
Schiller seemed to be lost in thought and did not reply. The pain did not bring him back to his senses, as if his mind was completely distracted.
He was really thinking about something important.
He drank Naya's wine, and Naya let him go, so everything returned to normal. He met little Bruce who asked him for help, and was kidnapped by the Joker the first time. Everything was so real and reasonable.
The doubts raised by little Bruce were very correct. When Schiller had time to think about it, he also found that Thomas and Martha's plan had not only problems with chemical operations, but also bigger sociological problems.
The other three major families and Falcone are unlikely to accompany the Wayne family to do such a thing, because it makes them pay too much and gain too little, which is completely making wedding clothes for Wayne.
Thomas's logic was a bit ridiculous. Wouldn't it be impossible to negotiate terms if he became a follower of the evil god? What was the difference between being a puppet and dying accidentally?
So was it just a nightmare?
He came to the hotel, drank some wine, had a bizarre nightmare, and after waking up, he returned to the real world and prepared to complete his real mission.
If only it were that simple.
But now the world makes Schiller feel even more weird. It is full of horror and something is wrong everywhere, but he can't even grasp a clue.
The sudden appearance of a familiar-looking guest, the red-haired receptionist who flashed in his peripheral vision, the inexplicable darkness brought about by the lighting of the candle, everything was wrong, but he could not grasp anything.
"Where am I?"
Schiller muttered to himself, looking at the ceiling.
"What? Turns out he's a lunatic!" Jerome showed a look of disgust.
"Let me go! Let me go!!!" Schiller suddenly began to roar. He struggled desperately on the operating table, and even ignored the knife that was inserted into his shoulder. Jerome wanted to pull the knife out and put it across his neck, but Schiller struggled too hard and he couldn't reach his hand through.
Bang! Bang!!!
Schiller directly pulled the operating table over, and the guardrail of the operating table was broken, so the rope was naturally useless. After Schiller freed one hand, he untied the rope of the other hand. Jerome rushed over and was kicked over by him, but Schiller ignored him and rushed out the door like crazy.
Halfway through, he pulled out the knife that was stuck in his shoulder, put the knife in his pocket, and after rushing out, he realized that this was the basement of a building in the alley.
Schiller rushed to the side of the road, smashed the car window, turned the door handle, got in, and drove all the way to the hotel.
Schiller rushed into the elevator as fast as he could. With a click, the elevator lights went out, and Schiller saw his dark reflection in the mirror. He was covered in blood and had a pale face, looking like a devil crawling out of hell.
"Naya, I know you are here!" Schiller looked up at the ceiling. In the reflection from top to bottom, Schiller, standing on the blue elevator carpet, seemed to be standing in a vague starry sky, looking extremely small.
With a ding, the elevator arrived. Schiller rushed into the corridor on the 19th floor, opened the door with the door card, and after rushing into the room, he began to look around and whispered.
"If this was a dream, where would I be now?"
"In the hotel bed? In the elevator? In the restaurant? Or..."
Suddenly, Schiller turned his head to look at the clock on the wall of the living room. The minute hand moved and it was exactly midnight.
A gust of wind blew in through the hotel window. Schiller instinctively blocked it with his arms, but when he lowered his arms, a hotel building rushed in from the window.
Schiller looked toward the window opposite and saw a figure push the door and walk into the hotel living room.
The figure picked up the TV remote control. A midnight TV series was playing on the TV. When the light from the TV illuminated the room, Schiller saw the figure's face clearly - it was himself.