Chapter 192 Talented Arkham, DC's Strongest Weapon Research Institute
"Harry, I have an idea that might force the court to reconcile with you." Dr. Hugo said.
“Just reconciliation?” Harley frowned.
“Without reconciliation, how can the court be eradicated?”
Dr. Hugo looked disapproving, "The ballad of the Court of Owls has been sung in Gotham for hundreds of years.
Even a sow, after hundreds of years of reproduction, should give birth to millions of ‘ferocious pig warriors’.
Can you challenge millions of wild boars by yourself?
You can't beat a wild boar, let alone a smart human being?
Especially the courts take an absolutely elite route.
As long as the average IQ of the members of the court was half that of mine, they would be able to rule half of the United States in a few hundred years.
No matter how strong you are individually, you can’t challenge the US government, right?”
Harley patted the bald doctor on the shoulder and sighed: "Doctor, don't underestimate yourself, the owl's IQ is only one-tenth of yours."
“Oh, do you think so?” Dr. Hugo grinned.
“The owl (bird) that cuckoos.” Harry said with a wooden face.
Dr. Hugo was stunned, and then his face twisted. He was ten times smarter than a cooing owl. What kind of praise was that?
“What did I say wrong?” he said unhappily.
“A sow has been breeding for hundreds of years, and in the end there may not be a single pig hair left. The world is not just about that sow and the endless pigweed, there is more than just the Court of Owls on the earth.”
Dr. Hugo argued: "I'm just telling you figuratively that the courts are powerful."
“Do you know how many members there are in the court?” Harley asked.
Dr. Hugo shook his head.
“Know their exact wealth?”
The bald doctor shook his head again.
“Do you know the claws?”
He still shook his head.
“So, apart from scaring yourself that ‘they are invincible’, how much do you know about the courts?”
Dr. Hugo smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Okay, I'm too timid. But it won't do you any good to break up with the court, right?"
“Let’s first talk about how to force them to reconcile with me.” Harley said.
“Respect yourself when you raise bandits!” Dr. Hugo said with an excited expression and his eyes shining: “A stable and unified underground world is actually most beneficial to the rich men in Gotham.
Because ordinary criminals are unable to commit crimes against them, societies and gangs that are capable enough, have families and businesses, are under your rule, and cannot act arbitrarily.
Suppose there are several criminal gangs appearing in Gotham now, specifically targeting big figures in the Upper East Side, and you, the Godfather of Gotham, ignore them and let them do whatever they want.
Furthermore, if among the important people who died, there happened to be a few owls who were not cooing owls."
He glanced at Harry resentfully, "Do you think the court is in a hurry?"
“This idea is not new.” Harley shook her head slightly, “There are two reasons why I didn’t implement it.
First of all, I am not in a hurry, I have enough time to spend with them.
As you said, I did not develop a business, but have been focusing on my martial arts practice.
The longer time passes, the stronger I become and the more elite my younger brothers are trained.
However, after decades and hundreds of years of development, they have reached the maturity stage of power, or even the decline stage, and their strength will no longer increase significantly.
Secondly, every time there is a wanton criminal gang in Gotham's underworld, the cornerstone of my rule collapses.
Because, I am now the queen of the underworld.
Many times, the subjects are willing to listen to the king's words, not because the king's words are wise, but because those who disobey are punished.
Once someone is disobedient and gets away with it, the number of disobedient officials will grow like weeds."
Dr. Hugo was silent.
"Forget it, let's not talk about the court." Harley asked with interest: "Can you replicate the fear gas of 'Mr. Horrible'?"
Mr. Horrible Crane is the "Fear Killer" who caused havoc in Gotham a few months ago (Chapter 151, Scarecrow's father).
The fear killer kills the victim in the way they fear most and then removes their adrenal glands.
The ordinary people of Gotham only know that he is a pervert, but they do not know that he is actually looking for materials to prepare fear gas.
Hmm, use the adrenal glands of the feared person to create poisonous gas when they die.
GCPD has not made this information public.
Before being killed by Gordon, the fear killer Old Klein had already prepared fear gas, and the first victim of the gas was his son.
Old Klein believed that only by awakening the greatest fear in the subconscious through fear gas can we defeat fear and gain transcendence. This is the same idea as Batman facing his fear and then defeating it.
So, he injected all the fear venom he had just invented into his son's body.
Then, young Crane was admitted to Arkham Asylum.
At first, Harley simply thought that the fear killer was an ordinary pervert and had no value.
Thanks to Dr. Hugo for discovering its major "business opportunities".
He assured Harley that fear gas was definitely a weapon with greater potential than the "arc bomb".
Well, the arc bomb was invented by "Electrocutor" (Chapter 146), who once destroyed Maroni's lair and overthrew the entire police station.
Harley still doesn’t understand the principle of the arc bomb.
In short, a large amount of electrical energy (pip) is stored in a device the size of a grenade. When thrown out, it will produce an arc effect similar to a Tesla coil and explode electric sparks to actively attack living people within the range. The voltage is particularly high.
The record of single-handedly defeating hundreds of GCPDs in the police station made Harley particularly impressed by the electrocutor.
After becoming the Godfather of Gotham, she secretly ordered Dr. Hugo to obtain the "patent" for the electric arc bomb that electrocutes people.
The process went smoothly. Dr. Hugo promised better dormitories and meals, and Harley signed a check for $500,000. The electrocutor readily handed over the full set of technologies.
After seeing the power of the bomb in person, Harley was "overjoyed" and immediately recognized the statement that "Arkham is full of talented people" and asked Dr. Hugo to be a "headhunter" to evaluate the value of each "XX person"'s unique skills.
Gotham is lacking everything from Electrocution Man, Balloon Man, Gas Man, Penguin, Mr. Freeze, Two-Face, Scarecrow, and Riddler, but it does not lack these "XX people".
The gas man is dead, but his "Twin Snake Gas" formula (Chapter 141, the failed soldier-strengthening potion) still falls into Harley's hands.
Some time ago, Dr. Hugo told her that Mr. Fear's fear gas has greater prospects.
After hearing about the specific effects of fear gas, Harley immediately realized: Isn't this the Scarecrow's "exclusive weapon"?
What a good thing, even Batman can topple it, so be sure to get it!
At this time, upon hearing Harley’s inquiry, Dr. Hugo said proudly: “After months of careful care by me, little Klein (Scarecrow), who went crazy due to extreme fear, has partially recovered his consciousness.
At least remember the recipe for fear gas invented by his father.
I have to admit that old Klein is a genius in biochemistry, and I am amazed at how ingenious the idea of fear gas is."
Harley nodded with satisfaction, smiled and asked, "How much does little Klein cost?"
"His mind is confused and he doesn't have a strong sense of autonomy. I extracted the formula from his brain through special means." Dr. Hugo said.
“The rules must not be broken! Let’s give him a guaranteed minimum price of $500,000. If he returns to normal in the future, we can slowly discuss it,” Harley said kindly.
“What if he refuses to sell it?” Dr. Hugo frowned.
“Anyway, I’ve got the formula. If you don’t want to sell it, I’ll kill him quietly.”
Harry still had a peaceful expression on her face.
Hugo is dumb.
After a long while, he said: "The electrocutor seems to know the taste after eating the marrow. He came up with a set of 'electric shock therapy' and wanted to sell it to you. I wonder if you are interested?"
“What do I want with that thing?” Harley asked with a look of disgust.
“It can turn people into puppets and do whatever they want.”
Harley asked hesitantly: "You are an expert in this field. How technical do you think it is and what are its application prospects?"
“The technical content is very high. If it is published in Nature, it will definitely become the cover subject of that issue of the magazine. What a prospect”
Hugo frowned, "It's difficult to directly help you improve your strength, but knowledge itself is priceless."
"Okay, buy it and use it as a technical reserve. One day, my 'Arkham Civilian Research Institute' will surpass Luther, Wayne, Quinn (Green Arrow), Red Room (D is the strongest,
Where Cyborg's father is), the top (The Flash) and other weapons laboratories." Harley said proudly.
Hugo’s mouth twitched, he took out a jar the size of a thermos bottle from the cabinet and handed it to Harry.
“This is the fear gas I improved based on the formula. Not to mention inhaling it, you will go crazy if it gets on your skin.”
Harley took the stainless steel can and whispered: "I need more fear gas, at least in tons."
Hugo's pupils contracted and he said in a trembling voice: "It only takes one ton of poison gas to destroy half of Gotham. How many tons of poison gas do you want to massacre the city and destroy the country?"
“Bronze Tiger comes from an assassin organization, you know that, right?” Harley said meaningfully.
“Can’t we reconcile?” Hugo’s face turned pale.
"It's been so long and no one has come to see me." Harry said calmly.
Hugo frowned and said: "With the conditions of Arkham's small laboratory, it is almost impossible to complete your task.
It would be better to build a small, workshop-style chemical factory secretly in a lunatic asylum or Indian Hill.
However, it will cost a lot of money. Even if you don’t count raw materials and only equipment, it will cost at least 20 million US dollars.
The factory not only produces gas, but also assembles it into weapons such as grenades, shells, and missiles.”
“Build it.” Harley barely hesitated.
“I can only promise to build a factory within half a year, with an annual output of no less than ten tons.” Dr. Hugo said solemnly.
Carrying a jar of fear gas back to the fighting arena, Harley was about to take a sip for herself when Jim Gordon, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, came to the door with a look of exhaustion and embarrassment.
“Harry, I’m not a police officer now, you know?”
He stammered and his eyes flickered.
"Really? I really don't know. You won't be fired, right?" Harley said in surprise.
With his insistence on protecting the law, he should not resign voluntarily.
Gordon nodded slightly, "I had a conflict with Director Luo. He first looked for an opportunity to demote me from the detective of the crime squad to an ordinary patrol officer.
Half a month later, they just found an excuse to directly revoke my position."
“You are looking for me because you want to restore your identity?” Harley asked.
Gordon's face turned the color of pig liver, "If possible, it would be best to kick Lob away."
Harry looked at his face speechlessly, it wasn't that big at all.