The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3266 Bloody New City (5)

Chapter 3266 Bloody New City (XV)

Watching the man leaving the cafe, Ruth's face darkened. She silently recalled the information Schiller had just told her about the drugs and the time the mayor usually took the drugs, her brain thinking rapidly.

The Joker is an insurmountable obstacle between Batman and the White Knight.

It is impossible for Batman to cooperate with the Pale Knight without any scruples, not only because of what the Joker has done, but also because the Joker has never really left. Once the drug goes wrong, the Pale Knight may turn back into that madman at any time.

How could Batman expect anything from a man like that?

Ruth tapped her fingers on the table, and suddenly her cell phone rang. She picked it up and answered it, and her face quickly darkened.

"What did you say? Something happened at the Charabon Chemical Plant? Some protesters went to the natural woodland. How did they know...Batman! Batman again!"

After Ruth hung up the phone, she slammed the phone on the table. She thought that what Schiller said was right. Batman could use their methods to deal with them, because he was one of them and no one knew them better than him.

Batman may not have enough funds to directly take down GTO in a head-on competition, but he can definitely cause trouble for them so that they have no time to participate in the competition, so that he can hold the knife in his own hands.

They can't delay any longer, Ruth thought. A centipede is still alive even after death. If Batman is determined to cause trouble for them, their losses will be huge. And once the GTO really falls into Batman's hands, their good days will be over.

"Hello? Dean Toker? Have you checked the medicine room recently? I heard that someone stole the raw materials from the medicine room of Arkham Asylum and made a drug for mental illness."

"Have you read the previous news? It's the medicine Batman fed the Joker after he beat him up. I don't know who made it, but if you investigate the medicine room, you should know what the ingredients are. Please prepare it and send it to me as soon as possible."

"I remember that some of your old classmates are working in the laboratories of a pharmaceutical company. They are experts in this field. I need them to arrive in Gotham within three days. They can name any price."

"Okay, then help me tell them that I need to research an antidote that can suppress the effects of the mental illness drugs the mayor is taking. Yes, a drug that can make the drugs he is taking ineffective."

Ruth hung up the phone, called another number and said, "Old Gun, help me find a skilled thief who can break into Wayne Manor. No, not to steal anything valuable. I need him to help me steal the medicine from the mayor."

"I don't want all of it, just a few samples. I'll give him 20... 50, no more. I'll give you an additional 10 commission. Go tonight and hand over the stuff to me tomorrow morning."

Schiller returned to Wayne Manor. Batman had already returned. He seemed not to realize that the Pale Knight had left. When he saw Schiller, he just raised his eyes slightly and said nothing.

"Can I ask you a question?" Schiller walked to the opposite side of Batman's desk and sat down very naturally.

Batman was silent.

"Do you know Selina? Selina Kyle."

Batman still didn't speak, so Schiller had to speak.

"Catwoman."

Batman paused as he wrote. He asked, "That thief? Why are you asking that?"

"Nothing. Has she ever robbed your house?"

"No." Batman's answer was very calm. He said: "Thieves can't get into Wayne Manor."

"Why can't I get in?"

Batman didn't say anything, so Schiller continued, "If I need her to come in, can you let her in?"

"Let who? Catwoman?"

Schiller nodded.

"Why did you let her in?"

"Just tell me if you can."

Batman stopped talking again, and Schiller didn't seem to care about his silence.

Batman found that this mysterious visitor didn't seem to care about people's attitude towards him. He didn't even care about other people's rejection. This was not pretending to be calm. He acted like "If you refuse, I have other ways."

Batman didn't know where his confidence came from, but he knew that the "other way" in his mind would not be a good one.

"Wayne Manor's automatic alarm system will report the identity of everyone who enters here." Batman suddenly said, "That will be transmitted directly to my personal communication device, and the defense system will be activated."

“Can we shut it down tonight?”

“Why shut it down?”

"Would you believe me if I told you to please your future girlfriend in advance?"

Batman's movements came to a complete halt. He stared at Schiller's face, as if trying to find evidence of his nonsense, but unfortunately he found nothing.

Schiller stood up from his chair, sat on the sofa, and said with his back to Batman: "I just did a little work, which made some people focus on the drugs taken by the Pale Knight. They thought that the Pale Knight was still in your house, so they should send thieves here to steal some drug samples for research."

"Ordinary thieves won't come near here. Only those who are skilled, brave and in dire need of money dare to come here. I guess Catwoman dares to take this job. If nothing unexpected happens, she will come tonight."

"The Pale Knight is gone?" Batman really didn't notice this, because Schiller used gray fog to transport the Pale Knight away at that time, leaving no trace, so Batman naturally didn't know.

"Yes, he left. After all, he troubled you for a long time. I thank you on his behalf."

"Who's got his eyes on his medicine?"

"It won't be you, the Dark Knight who talks about saving Gotham all the time, but doesn't even bother to save someone's life when someone can do it better than you."

"He won't eat what I give him," Batman said.

"That's what you said." Schiller stood up and said, "For some reason, I have to meet Catwoman, so I hope you can shut down the defense system tonight."

"What if I say no?"

Schiller was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Okay."

Just two words gave Batman a very bad feeling.

Schiller walked out of the manor directly, leaving Batman no room for regret. He really couldn't understand this man more and more.

According to normal human logic, this kind of rejection should actually be a signal for the start of negotiations, meaning that you should put forward conditions or even just throw out some information, asking for a sky-high price and then paying back the price.

But Schiller didn't seem to want to negotiate with anyone, as if asking him to make even the slightest concession would cost him his life.

But he doesn't seem to be simply stingy, nor is he conservative in that I don't want to give, nor do I want to gain. Instead, it's more like he is greedy and I can get everything I want without paying.

Schiller, who walked out of the manor, picked up his phone and called Bruce and said, "Where is the frozen cannon?"

Bruce, who was taking a nap on another bed, shuddered.

"What? What cannon?"

"I say, where is that cannon that can freeze Gotham that you got earlier?"

"What happened on a mountain more than 60 kilometers east of the Gotham Bridge?"

"Besides you, who else knows the location of this cannon?"

"Maria made this thing. Maria should know."

"You think a bank clerk could build this kind of freezing cannon?"

"Uh, that doesn't seem to work. Who could it be? Oh, I see. It should be Victor, right? He's the best at this kind of thing."

"What does it take to activate the cannon?"

"It requires an electronic code. I hacked into the thing's control system and replaced the code with my own, so now only I can activate it."

"okay, I get it."

Bruce felt confused after hanging up the phone, but he had a bad feeling, so he woke up the Pale Knight who was also sleeping and told him the questions Schiller had just asked.

The Pale Knight climbed up quickly and said, "Go to the cannon quickly. I'm afraid he's going to activate it."

"Impossible, he doesn't have the secret order, and not everyone can crack that thing." Although Bruce said this, he still quickly got up and drove over there.

Schiller's car was one step ahead of them.

The car drove into the mountains to the beat of the sunset, which sounded like jazz music. Schiller said on the phone while driving, "Chief Gordon, I have something to ask of you."

"what happened?"

"Send someone to look for Mr. Freeze. You should know where his lab is, right? If you can't find him in the lab, send the GTO to the mountains 60 kilometers east of the Gotham Bridge."

"What's going on? What happened to Mr. Freeze?"

"You know Maria is not dead, right?"

"Yes, but she's badly injured. You won't see her, will you?"

"If you were Maria, would you find a hospital to receive treatment, or would you quickly grab the weapon that could freeze the entire Gotham?"

"If it were me, I would definitely go and treat her, but Maria is a lunatic!... Damn it, I overlooked this. Is she going to activate the cannon?"

"She's not that stupid. She knows someone has hacked into the cannon's control system and changed the secret code. Without the secret code, she can't activate the thing. But she has other ways."

In the police station, Gordon, who was holding the phone, was stunned for a moment, then rushed out of the office quickly and shouted outside: "GTO assemble! Go to Professor Freese's laboratory! Quickly!"

Dozens of cars with the Special Anti-Terrorism Squad logo drove out of the police station, and the sound of sirens filled the streets of Gotham.

Nightwing led the team into Victor Freese's laboratory, only to see a mess, many things were smashed, and a small amount of blood was splattered on the ground.

The car stopped steadily at the entrance of the valley. Schiller took out his ringing cell phone and heard Gordon's slightly anxious voice from the other side.

"Professor Freese is missing. There were signs of a fight at the scene. He might have been kidnapped! We found half a footprint. It looks like a female, most likely Maria!"

"Remain calm, Chief." Schiller's tone remained calm. He said, "This is to be expected. I am working on solving this problem."

"Don't be impulsive." Gordon warned: "That crazy woman is not easy to deal with. The GTO will be here soon."

After hanging up the phone, Schiller said silently in his heart: "Maria is not easy to deal with, but there are even more difficult ones to deal with."

The cannon was placed on the top of the mountain, but the equipment that enabled the cannon to function was hidden in the air-raid shelter on the mountain. At this moment, in the dark cave, a figure was leaning against the wall and speaking in a hoarse voice.

"I'm a cryogenic physicist, not a hacker. I can't hack into the system and change the password back. It's useless even if you kidnap me."

The other figure looked particularly terrifying. She was not wearing any clothes, but fragments of clothing were stuck to her body. Her skin was severely corroded all over her body, almost like a skinned medical teaching device.

From the body shape, it can be seen that this is a woman, but her hair has been completely corroded, and her facial features have disappeared, leaving only holes for her eyes, nose and mouth. At this moment, she is using corroded fingers of varying lengths to manipulate the panel.

This horrible monster woman looked like she was at the end of her strength, with blood foaming from her mouth as she repeated curses like crazy.

"I will destroy them, I will destroy this city, I will kill them all..."

"I can give you a chance." A voice suddenly appeared behind the monster woman.

The monster woman turned her head suddenly, but felt a sharp pain on the side of her neck. She saw a needle piercing her neck.

The bright red liquid inside was slowly injected into her body.

My vision gradually blurred, but the severe pain from all parts of my body slowly disappeared, replaced by an indescribable feeling of euphoria and a crazy laugh that gradually burst out from my chest.

When the GTO team led by Nightwing arrived, they saw only a figure standing up from a pool of blood, and a burst of crazy laughter echoed in the cave.

“…Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”

It's time to play the synthetic clown again, folks.