The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3316 Bloody New City (65)

Chapter 3316 Bloody New City (Sixty-Five)

When Schiller drove away from the reservoir, he felt as if someone was watching him. He thought it was Batman who spotted him, but he couldn't see any signs of a following car in the rearview mirror.

Schiller pretended not to notice anything and drove calmly into the city center. After a round trip in the city center, he came to a cafe next to the building where the city hall building was originally located.

Although the decoration of this building was removed, it still has a good location. Not long after, a new decoration team came in. Looking at the things carried by the busy decoration workers, it looks like a company bought it to build an office building.

Schiller was just waiting for the fish to bite, and looking at the scenery outside the window was just killing time. But soon he found that there was a familiar logo on the sign lifted from the truck.

There are two circles on the outside, four arrows pointing inwards in the middle, and the Latin word "Order" is written in the middle. Isn't this the Odein Medical Equipment Manufacturing Company?

Schiller put down the coffee cup in his hand and focused on watching the renovation workers coming and going outside the window. He thought that this Odein company still had some strength. Now that the downtown area was in such a mess, it was hard to find renovation workers, and even harder to find movers, truck drivers, and cleaners. But there were quite a few people here, and it was obvious that they were operating at full capacity.

It couldn't be a coincidence that Odein took over the original municipal building. Schiller was thinking about it when he saw a figure walk into the cafe and stand in front of the bar to order.

Schiller glanced at it casually, then quickly looked away and continued to stare at the construction site opposite, because he found that the workers who were moving things did not look like native Gotham people.

There was nothing special about their behavior. After all, they were just moving things, and they couldn't move them in a fancy way. But what made Schiller feel a little puzzled was that many of the white people were very popular.

It's very red in the physical sense, a very typical red neck, and all the exposed skin is red. Sometimes when I raise my hands, there are sunburn marks of varying depths under my sleeves.

There is no such red neck in Gotham, because the sun here is not even good enough to hurt vampires, and the ultraviolet intensity is not that high. Working outside all day, at most you will sweat a little, and it is impossible to get sunburned.

But judging from the skin condition of some of the workers outside, they must have just come from a city with very strong ultraviolet rays.

Schiller first thought of Metropolis, but he quickly rejected this possibility. Because the income level in Metropolis is similar to that in Gotham, the city is large enough, and there is no shortage of work. Local porters can just work locally, and there is no need to travel thousands of miles to work in Gotham.

Then the most likely place is Blüdhaven. This seaside town is far less developed than Gotham, and the salary may be only half of Gotham, but it is close enough to Gotham that every household has relatives in Gotham. Most of the workers in Gotham come from Blüdhaven.

The fact that the Odein Company went to Blüdhaven to recruit people was a different approach. However, this might also be related to the fact that they were not on the wanted list. The bosses who were being chased and fled in panic were also unable to find outsiders.

In fact, compared to the fragile upper class, Schiller actually prefers to deal with the deeply hidden mastermind, such as Hydra.

Schiller's mind was full of plans, and he didn't notice a figure walking towards him. He didn't look up until the person sat opposite him.

A black-haired man with a tuft of red and white hair on his forehead was sitting opposite him with a coffee cup.

What was his name? Schiller thought for a moment. Jason Blood? Whatever.

Schiller stood up and said with a smile, "I just finished my drink. Have a nice afternoon, sir."

After saying that, he put down the cup and was about to leave.

"Wait." The man hurriedly called him. He said, "I am Jason Blood, the priest of San Marino Church. Can I talk to you?"

At this time, Schiller saw a Bentley go around the building opposite and stop at the back door. Someone entered the elevator from the back door of the building. He didn't care what Brad said to him and walked out quickly.

Brad could only follow him helplessly.

Schiller went around the side of the building, but a furniture truck passed by, blocking his view. When he reached the back door, the Bentley had already driven away and the door had been closed.

Normally, this would not stop Schiller, as he could just turn into gray mist and penetrate in. But Brad was following him. Schiller did not want to show off his extraordinary abilities in front of this demon.

So he had to stop at the back door, turned to Brad and said, "Father, what can I do for you?"

"Uh, I just..."

Before Brad finished speaking, Schiller saw two people coming out of the side door. He quickly stood against the wall, under the porch of the back door, and leaned his head out to see what was happening outside the side door.

The two people who came down were wearing the uniforms of the Odein Company and looked a bit like scientists. They had a little conflict with the movers, and it seemed that someone had damaged something during the transportation process.

After eavesdropping for a while, Schiller was certain of two things: first, there must be something wrong with the medical equipment produced by this Odein company; second, they seemed confident that this problem would not be discovered.

Because the two scientists directly asked the renovation workers to take the broken equipment to the scrap yard without avoiding people, but they also refused to tell the truth about what was wrong with the equipment. For this reason, they even refused to accept the insurance compensation.

Schiller thought about it, called Catwoman and said, "Please keep an eye on a small van with the tail number 033 and a blue body. Please help me find out where the van went and what it unloaded. If possible, please buy it for me and I'll pay you later."

After hanging up the phone, he immediately called Ruth and said, "Are those drug researchers you found earlier still in the laboratory? Ask them to find a way to apply for a job at Odein."

"What? No positions? Don't worry, there will be some soon."

Schiller put down his phone and was about to walk out when Brad stopped him. Schiller sighed and said, "I know you want to tell me some important historical information now, but history is not important. We have to focus on the present. I have something important to do now. Can you please let me go first?"

Brad was visibly choked. He tried again, but Schiller interrupted him again, saying, "If you don't give me information that interests me within three seconds, we're done."

Brad said helplessly: "I know the details of this company called Odein. My house is next door, let's go in and talk in detail."

Schiller nodded with satisfaction.

Brad took him to the end of Bourbon Street. He snapped his fingers and a street appeared at the end. He didn't care about Schiller's reaction, he just wanted to take him in quickly to prevent him from changing his mind.

Schiller followed Brad into the street and walked into the drugstore across the street. It looked unremarkable from the outside, but there was something else inside.

The decoration is very typical Scottish style, with dark oak floor and red carpet. There are two soft single sofas in front of the warm fireplace, whiskey on the wooden coffee table and two books on the small table next to it.

Brad walked over first and sat on one of the sofas. Schiller looked at the decoration here and said, "This is perfect for arrogance. How about I call him out to talk to you?"

Brad showed a puzzled expression, obviously not understanding what Schiller was saying. Schiller sighed and sat down, then said: "This decoration atmosphere is like telling me that you are someone who plans to talk nonsense for ten hours first, mix the truth into hundreds of thousands of words of completely unimportant historical materials, tell me in 24 parts, and then ask me to write 20 papers to express my feelings."

Brad coughed on the wine he had just swallowed. He managed to calm himself down and said, "I think you have some misunderstanding about me. I am a Protestant, not a Catholic priest living in the Victorian era."

"It means you actually did that."

Brad showed an awkward expression, but Schiller waved his hand and said, "If you really want to do this, I can also find you someone to chat with, and I guarantee that I can chat better than you. But I believe you don't want to waste time, right?"

Brad looked at Schiller deeply and said, "Of course, our time is valuable, so let's not continue talking nonsense."

"You said you know the details of Odein, can you tell me?" Schiller was not ready to face Brad yet, because he didn't know what this demon was afraid of. But since the other party came to him on his own initiative, it would be better if he could get some information, but if he couldn't, forget it. He was still more interested in Odein.

"The company's name comes from the Latin word for 'order' and its headquarters is in London. These are all easy to find information. But the public doesn't know much about the company's predecessor. It was actually founded in the late 16th century as a factory that produced agricultural machinery."

"In the early 17th century, the founder of this factory joined a church called the Order of Order and renamed his family's business 'Odein'. As time went on, the company grew stronger and stronger until it became a leader in the medical equipment manufacturing industry."

"But the family that built the factory alone cannot do this. The Order of Order played a big role in this, and the two are still closely connected to this day."

Schiller leaned back on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, thinking about what Brad said. He certainly knew that Odein was closely related to the Order. It seemed that Brad did not reveal any new information, but Schiller actually understood his implication.

Brad was saying that there was no Odein at all, and that the company was simply a puppet of the Order. They would do whatever the Order told them to do.

This is quite interesting. The Order is obviously much more reserved than Hydra, and does not use its own name to do things. It does not seem to be keen on making the name of a terrorist organization known, but instead does things secretly.

This may also be affected by the place of origin. Germany, the birthplace of Hydra, was a defeated country in World War II, but Britain was a victorious country. Terrorist organizations that appeared here have enough energy to whitewash themselves and go public, and the Order seems to have done a good job.

Schiller had a rough plan in mind. He finally looked at Brad more seriously and said, "I think I've figured out what I wanted to know. Do you have anything to ask me?"

Brad obviously hesitated for a moment, and then he said, "Who are you? What is that capsule you made?"