The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3566 Edge of Tomorrow (2)

Chapter 3566 Edge of Tomorrow (XII)

"Oh! You are the heroine of that drama...what's it called...'Coffee Shop and a Kiss'?!" Harley tapped her head and said, "Why are you in our school?"

"I graduated from this school. I remember mentioning it in the interview. Now I'm an assistant coach for the cheerleading troupe. I just finished class and was about to go home..."

Harley looked back. Gotham University's stadium was not far from the activity building, and this road was indeed the only way to leave the school from the stadium.

"Why did that car hit you just now?" Christine asked in confusion.

Harry wanted to say something, but couldn't put it into words for a moment. She didn't expect any teacher to avenge her, so she just wanted to fool him.

But Christine has seen big things before, and she is not so easy to fool. She said, "If that car had hit you, it would have been murder. Since I saw it, I can't just ignore it. Let's call the police first."

Harley didn't want to deal with the police at all, so she had to keep it simple, but she didn't expect Christine to frown even more.

"Today is not the day for the cheerleading group to rehearse. Do you know why I came to school?"

Harley didn't answer, so Christine answered her own question: "There was a conflict between two members of the cheerleading group. The situation escalated and ended up with a group of people isolating and bullying one person. The coach called me over to help her solve the problem."

"After I asked the victim, I learned that they ganged up to bully her because she didn't want to use the electronic dance music edited by Brainiac, thinking it might infringe the copyright of the electronic music producer."

"The leader of the bullies claims to be involved in an organization called the Brainiac Support Group. This organization claims to be the founder of a new world and is committed to expanding Brainiac's influence. Anyone who does not obey their arrangements is called a fool by them, and they will unite to exclude him."

"In addition to the cheerleading team, this situation also occurred in the football team. The students insisted that the tactics formulated by Brainiac were better for them, and several coaches were overwhelmed. Fortunately, most of the students have not returned to school yet, otherwise it would be even more troublesome."

Harley's eyebrows knitted together. She thought this was just like the rap culture before, there were always people who followed the trend and there were people who didn't care. Those who followed the trend thought they were fashionable, so they united to promote it and called those who didn't care about such things "old fashioned".

But unexpectedly, they have reached the level of forming an association, and have united to exclude others, and seem particularly crazy.

When rap culture was popular before, a rap club was indeed formed, but most people were just entertaining themselves, and I haven't heard of two people dissing each other or even hitting each other with cars.

Although she had a bad feeling, Harley was not in a hurry to seek revenge. She said goodbye to Christine and went to do her own thing. When she returned to the dormitory at night, she found a letter posted on her door:

"Dear Miss Harley Quinzel:

We are sorry for what happened tonight, but please believe that Brainiac is the best choice for mankind. We sincerely invite you to join the Brainiac Support Club and work with us to create a better tomorrow. "

"Why does it look like a housekeeping company?"

Harry muttered something. Just as she was about to push the door open, her roommate across from her came over mysteriously and said, "Did you also receive the letter? Are you ready to join? I think we can sign up together..."

"Forget it, I'm not interested."

Harry went back to his room to rest for the night, and when he woke up in the morning, he found that someone had sprayed graffiti on his dormitory door. The traces of paint spread all the way to the door of his roommate across the street.

My roommate came out, smoothed his hair and said, "You can't blame me. They said I had to do this if I wanted to join. Just wipe it yourself."

After that, she left. Harry looked at her back thoughtfully.

So far, this "Brainiac Support Group" has very much met the definition of a cult. Isn't this the bad guy organization she spent a lot of money to build come in handy?

"Here's a question." Jack held up a finger and said, "Since we are a villain organization, why should we oppose cults?"

"Because we are villains, we will never let go of any grudge." Harley slammed the table and said, "They actually tried to hit me with a car, of course I have to teach them a lesson!"

Jack nodded: "You are the boss, you have the final say."

"I don't recommend that we go on a killing spree in school," Schiller said. "The football game has already been postponed once. If another murder happens this time, I'm afraid we won't be able to play the game this year."

"I don't plan to kill them all," said Harley. "We need to find out who formed this support group and whether Brainiac is actually involved. We need to find a way to disintegrate them, and then kill those who can't be solved."

"Brainiac was definitely involved," Cobblepot said. "You said yourself that the car that hit you was unmanned. If it wasn't Brainiac, who else could it be?"

"The user sent me instructions, and I just acted according to their wishes." Harley's phone, which was placed on the table, suddenly spoke.

"Shut up." Harry took the phone away.

The others looked at her with strange eyes. Harley said angrily, "Why are you looking at me? Aren't you useless?!"

"Okay, I admit I used it," Pamela said. "It's pretty useful for recording the characteristics of plants."

"I used it, too," Harvey said. "He's much better at writing and organizing lawsuits than an intern."

The others also admitted it. Harley looked at Schiller, who said, "Think positively, I showed him Bruce's paper, and I felt like his server was going to smoke."

Harley finally laughed. Jack looked at Harley's phone and said, "Will he tell the support group about everything we planned here?"

"No," said Harry. "That won't be necessary."

"We and the support group are all his users. Which user is noble and which user is lowly?"

“But the people who supported the association praised him and helped him spread his influence.”

"But those people are just students. No matter how loud they shout, they are not as powerful as us. It is more important to win our support, isn't it?"

The phone vibrated twice, as if nodding.

"Besides, since he claims to be a super artificial intelligence and says he wants to give humans a fair living environment, he will naturally not take sides. They threatened my life first, so I can naturally retaliate, right?"

The phone vibrated twice more, as if confirming Harry's point of view.

"That's right." Harley snapped her fingers and said, "As the organizer of the alliance, I will issue the first mission to help the team get used to each other. The command team will make a plan, then the combat team will go and execute it, and finally the logistics team will finish it off."

"That's easy," Cobblepot said. "Pamela and Harley, you two are college students. Find a way to find the base of this organization and find out how many people there are, who is the leader, and what their backgrounds are."

"After we figure it out, we'll collect evidence of their crimes, kill the leader first, and hand the rest over to the police. We should be fine."

The others also agreed with this plan, discussed the specific details for a while, and then dispersed.

"Now you know why I joined the logistics team." Schiller said as he and Victor left together, "I'm afraid we won't be needed for another week."

"I think you're a little too optimistic," Victor said. "In Gotham, things never go the way you expect."

Sure enough, that same evening, Schiller received a call from Harley.

"what happened?"

"Professor, I'm afraid you'll have to come over." Harry was breathing slightly, but it didn't sound like she was frightened, but more like she had just finished exercising.

"Where are you?"

"In the rehearsal room of the rock club in the activity building. Oh, and bring your tools."

"What to bring?"

"Cleaning tools."

Schiller immediately guessed what was going on. He quickly called Victor and said, "Did you guys come up with a cleaner to clean blood stains? And a cleaning robot? Yes, bring them all. See you at the rock club rehearsal room."

When Schiller arrived, Victor was already there, with cleaning tools placed at the door. Schiller was shocked as soon as he stepped into the door -

There were large patches of blood on the ground, one of which reached the ceiling. A male corpse was lying by the window, and blood even reached the outer wall of the mobile home.

"What happened?" Schiller looked at Harley and asked, "Are you okay?"

Harley shook her head and shook her hands. Half of her body was covered in blood, and it seemed that she had just used the bathroom to clean it, but the effect was not good.

"When this guy asked me to come here, I really didn't think he would dare to do this." Harley twisted the towel and wiped the blood on her arms and hands. "He tried to violate me, but I killed him."

Schiller walked over and turned the male body over. He had seen the rock band perform and had an impression of this man. He should be the bassist of the band.

"I mean, how did you get so bloody?"

Harry sighed and said, "I wanted to kill him with one blow, but he dodged and I missed the target. He ran out of the bathroom and this is what happened."

"It seems that you are not used to the peaceful days in Gotham." Schiller said jokingly, "But compared to your counterpart, at least he didn't have all the bones broken."

"I'm not interested in wasting my time on him." Harry said coldly, "The so-called super artificial intelligence has given them an illusion that anyone can do whatever they want with the right tools. It's really stupid."

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Go back and rest first. Leave this to us."

As soon as Schiller finished speaking, he heard hurried footsteps. Before he could close the door, a figure rushed in.

“Oh, God… Aaaaaaaaah—”

Schiller picked up the guitar next to him and hit the girl on the back of her neck. With a "bang", the scream stopped abruptly.

Harley came over, turned the person over and said, "The lead singer of our band, a silly girl with no opinion of her own."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll send her back and threaten her to shut up. She won't have the guts to tell anyone," said Harry.

"You are the boss, you have the final say." Schiller also said.

After Harley left with the lead singer, Schiller walked over, stood in front of the cleaning tools Victor brought and said, "You're right. In Gotham, things will never go the way you expect."

"We're going to be busy tonight." Victor said with a headache as he looked at the messy rehearsal room. "I looked at the schedule and they will come to rehearse tomorrow morning. We have to clean up everything before daybreak."

"It's not easy to get a high salary." Schiller took off his suit jacket and said, "Don't waste time, let's get started."

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