amaotonovel Chapter 2310 Gotham Music Chapter (49)
Chapter 2310 Gotham Music Chapter (49)
Chapter 2310 Gotham Music Festival (Forty-nine)
Beibat looked at Bruce with some surprise. Bruce stood at the stairs leading down and waved to Beibat.
Bat pressed the wound that had just burst, but found that the blood had almost coagulated and it was not very painful, so he walked towards Bruce.
"You don't have any equipment?" Bruce asked.
"I brought some, but not much, and all the things that require remote control and communication functions are unusable." Bei Bat sighed and said, "There is a special magnetic field on this ship, which interferes with the signal."
"You should learn more from Batman," Bruce said. "A lot of times, old-school equipment comes in handy in situations like this."
Batman didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in Bruce's words, and said seriously: "I haven't been Batman for long, and all my equipment is still undergoing a round of practical testing. It is enough for use in Gotham City, but it is obvious that I am in more trouble now than before."
“Did you make your own equipment?”
"Not entirely. I have a team of scientists." Bei Bat straightened his collar and said, "Usually, they work for the Wayne Group, but I have a good relationship with them and they help me out occasionally."
"That would be best. Have you considered getting an assistant?"
Bei Bat paused for a moment, looked at Bruce and said, "From what you said, it seems like you have some recommendations?"
"I will be going on a business trip for the next period of time. My other children are fine, but my daughter is too young and cannot be left alone."
"Oh, how old is your daughter?"
"Almost 7," Bruce said. "You've seen her before."
"She looks younger than that, but she's still cute. I have no experience with children, but if you really need me, I will hire a professional team of nannies for her."
"That's not necessary. Just ask someone to watch over you. Alfred is best. Do you have a girlfriend?"
Bei Bat said "Uh" awkwardly. Bruce turned around to look at him. Suddenly Bei Bat realized and said, "Now is not the time to talk about this, right? What's going on with Schiller?"
"what do you mean?"
"Everything. Why did he lose control? Why did he attack everyone he saw? And why is he so much stronger than the last time we met him?"
"You wanted to ask one last question, didn't you?"
Beibat nodded.
"Don't worry, let's find a place to sit down and talk."
Only then did Beibat realize that while he was chatting with Bruce, they had walked down two floors of the employee passage. They were on the first floor before, and now they were obviously in the cargo hold below the deck.
Sure enough, after leaving the staff passage, the corridor here became much narrower, with small doors on both sides. It looked like a staff dormitory. After walking further in and turning a corner, after opening the door, there was a relatively spacious staff lounge inside.
Batman was surprised to find that there were already three people here, two black people and one white person, and they didn't look like the kind of people Bruce Wayne would know.
"Let me introduce them." Bruce walked up and pointed at them, saying, "This is Tupac, this is Christopher, and this one is Eminem. They are from the West Coast, and this one is from the East Coast like me."
Bei Bat was a little confused. What about East Coast and West Coast? When introducing people, don't we usually say which state they are from? And what do these three people do? They don't look like they can fight.
"Well, hello." Out of politeness, Bei Bat shook hands with them one by one.
Bruce spread his arms and said, "As you can see, we have a rap club here. It's a good place to hang out for a while. Isn't it?"
Bei Bat was stunned, then took a deep breath and said.
"You mean, the whole ship has a power outage, the ship can't start, there's a super serial killer wandering above us, hundreds of people are trapped in the cabin on the second floor, drug dealers and FBI agents are eyeing us, and you're hiding here with three rappers to make music???"
"It's never too late to make music." Bruce walked over and sat down next to the three of them. He looked at Bei Bat and said, "We invite you to join us now. What do you think?"
Beibat covered his eyes.
Through horizontal comparison in the fighting world, Batman knew that he was relatively weak among the Batmans. The main reason was that his mind was not completely focused on being Batman. Most of the time, he was still Bruce Wayne.
But how come this Bruce is even more out of touch than himself? You slept when the surroundings were in chaos, and you took pictures when the house was on fire. Not to mention anything else, aren't those trapped on the second floor tourists from your Gotham? You don't want to develop tourism anymore, right?
Batbe raised his question, and Bruce sat cross-legged on the chair, taking the pen from Christopher who was writing lyrics, and spoke.
"Do you know how much effort it took us to get such a large group of people together?"
Beibat narrowed his eyes.
Bruce yawned, scratched his head with his pen and said, "Did you see the fire in the North District on your way to the dock?"
Bei Bat recalled briefly, nodded and said, "I heard from your people that the people living over there are all gang leaders. Are they fighting for territory?"
"You don't fight over your own home when you're fighting for territory." Bruce twirled his pen, leaned over to take a look at the lyrics Christopher was writing, and said, "The previous farce destroyed most of the gang bosses' estates, and even their antiques in the estates were destroyed. They were hoping to sell these antiques for money."
"It is obvious that the funding chain of those gang leaders who are stubborn and refuse to clean up their crimes has been broken."
"It so happened that the Godfather disappeared at this time. Cobert said that someone was angry and kidnapped the Godfather, and demanded to search their estates one by one. Those former gang bosses who had been cleansed and were counting on the Godfather to help them strengthen their ties with the city government and the Wayne Group also clamored to join in, and a fight broke out between the two sides."
"So what does this have to do with this ship?"
"How could the stubborn gang possibly defeat the new gang? Many of them have been weakening the gang due to their stubbornness and stupidity, while the new gang that seized the opportunity to come ashore and cleanse themselves are young and strong, and have a lot of money earned from legitimate business. The situation is completely one-sided."
At this point, Bei Bat understood, because he thought of the rules of the gambling game on this ship. Those who are desperate or in big trouble can choose to board the ship when the ship docks. This can allow them to temporarily get rid of trouble and also provide them with a chance to turn things around.
The diehard gang boss was slaughtered in the North District. Such people would not think whether they had missed certain opportunities that led to the current disastrous consequences. They would only think that the other party was lucky and that as long as they were given another chance, they would be able to make a comeback.
Then at this moment, a gambling ship that claims to be able to fulfill all wishes appeared at the dock of Gotham. Even if they can't make money, they can escape to the ship to ensure temporary safety. How can these gangsters who are being chased away in a panic not get on the ship?
Bei Bat suddenly realized, but soon he frowned and said, "But it's impossible that all the ordinary tourists on this ship are drug dealers, FBI agents and gang bosses, right?"
"Of course it's impossible. It's just that a while ago a war broke out between magicians and vampires in our universe. Almost all the vampires were wiped out, but there were some magicians who survived."
"The occult community knows much more about this ship than we do. It is only natural that magicians who have lost their power and cannot pay their creditors would board the ship."
"Then the tourists on this ship can't all be drug dealers, FBI agents, gang bosses, and magicians who are in trouble, right? There must be some tourists who just want to visit and have fun on the ship, right?"
"Of course, but earlier, I started the Gotham building renovation project. You know, because of the layers of involvement, the process and the personnel are very complicated, building renovation projects are always seen as the most lucrative jobs."
"You can imagine how many people would lend a hand in the process of demolishing and rebuilding almost half of the city. I can pretend not to see that some people lend one or two hands, but those who are the most ruthless all hold a lot of money."
"Most gang bosses come ashore to launder their money, and the remaining ones don't have the capacity to launder their money. So what is the most basic but easiest way to launder money that you know of?"
"Gambling." Bei Bat sighed and said, "10 yuan, 3 yuan to bribe other horse owners, 2 yuan for the entrance fee to the dealer, and the remaining 5 yuan to buy the horse with the highest odds, harvesting retail investors to wash out 8 yuan of free money, and if you are lucky, you can even wash out 11 yuan. The efficiency and rate of return are not high, but it is easy to operate."
Bruce spread his hands and said, "They don't dare to place bets in land-based casinos because I have shares there. I also know that most of the gangster bosses who dare to open the odds privately are short of money recently and are afraid of being robbed by their fellow gangsters. They finally have a mobile casino, and the dealer's background is so powerful that even the three parties can't catch him. If they don't clean it up now, when will they?"
Bei Bat covered his eyes again, but he still said, "So besides drug dealers, agents, gang bosses, magicians and corrupt officials, there must be ordinary people on this ship, right?"
"Yeah, but you just called him a super serial killer."
Beibat was stunned.
"You mean Schiller???"
Bruce nodded.
Bei Bat was about to open his mouth to refute, but he thought about it. Schiller was out of control now, but if he was not out of control, he might indeed be the most ordinary person on the ship. His purpose of getting on the ship was very ordinary, just because he accepted the challenge, and what he did was also very ordinary, just participating in the game in an ordinary way. The accident he encountered was even more ordinary, and he was seasick like an ordinary person.
The problem is back to square one.
“Why did Schiller lose control?”
"Because he's seasick."
"what?"
Bruce patted the seat next to Batman, motioning him to sit down and talk. Christopher and Eminem next to them were discussing the lyrics and clapping their hands, while Tupac fell into deep thought again.
Bei Bat saw that there were probably only these three good people on the ship, so what else was there to say? It is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone, so let's make music.
After he sat down, he took the paper and book from Bruce and said, "I didn't expect you to prefer rap. I prefer jazz. I also know a little about classical music. I also studied piano with Malati for a while."
Bei Bat suddenly found himself being stared at by three burning gazes. He looked to the side and saw three persons, two in black and one in white, staring at him with piercing eyes.
Bruce patted Batboy's uninjured shoulder hard, pushed him forward and said.
"See, I told you, I have a lot of great musicians here, now think about whether you want to join my label!"
(End of this chapter)