After Clark and the others arrived, there was a rush of people. Cars parked one after another beside the woods, and everyone who got off the car was surprised that Schiller was here to welcome them.
And Schiller seemed to know where Victor's stereotype of him came from. Everyone thought that they would be greeted by an open space or the venue of an academic seminar, even one that was held at his place just a few days ago.
Work-study graduate and doctoral students.
They looked at Schiller even with a hint of fear.
Similar to although our professor was not easy to get along with before, you'd better return him as soon as possible, otherwise we won't have dinner with unknown monsters.
Each one brought a rich gift, not so much a gift as an excellent patch, and now Schiller confirmed that Victor's "I'm afraid Schiller can't do anything" anxiety was real.
Yes, because someone even brought in a pool table.
Each of them seemed to be worried that if they didn't find something to do for themselves, Schiller would find something for them to do, so they were fully prepared to entertain themselves.
Lex even brought six computers and a server, as well as a newly developed Luther game console that has not yet been launched on the market, and more than 50 family-friendly video games. The moment he brought them out, they attracted the attention of all the young people.
That's fine, Schiller thought. Many of his colleagues have children, the youngest is five or six years old, and the eldest is about to go to college. It would be difficult to find a common hobby for these people.
Obviously these children are unlikely to like fishing or playing poker. The younger ones can also run wild in the woods, and the older ones have nothing to do except help with barbecues.
Game consoles can alleviate this embarrassment very well, especially those family games that require the cooperation of multiple people. Everyone, regardless of gender, old or young, can find fun in them. A group of people gathered around the machine as soon as it was put down.
Moreover, most of the guests Schiller invited were either high-level intellectuals such as doctors and professors, or wealthy people who could afford houses in wealthy areas. In this era when electronic equipment was still relatively expensive, these people were obviously
They will be the future customer group of this type of game console, and Lex can also conduct machine testing and user satisfaction surveys.
Schiller began to believe that Lex Luthor was the smartest man in the world.
The number of people who came was far more than expected, because many people brought their family members, and even brought their four children and two dogs. Fortunately, Victor and the others had prepared extra tents, otherwise what Schiller had prepared would have been really great.
Not necessarily enough.
After everyone had almost arrived, a gray car belatedly arrived. The door opened, and a figure that shouldn't have appeared but was not what Schiller expected appeared on the grass.
That's Amanda Waller.
Her face was not very pretty, and she was followed by a bodyguard and a middle-aged man who looked like a researcher. Others were here to announce the good news, and they seemed to be attending a funeral.
To be precise, she came to attend the funeral, because as soon as Amanda opened her mouth, she said: "Long time no see, Professor Schiller, can I ask where you took all my subordinates?"
Schiller was in a very good mood now, so he didn't bother to argue with her. Instead, he said: "I remember I didn't send you an invitation, but if you want to come, I won't turn you away."
After saying that, he turned around and walked down the gentle slope. Amanda quickly followed him and said: "They will be an important part of the Sky Eye Society. You can't just treat them..."
"What did I do to them?"
"They disappeared and completely lost contact with headquarters."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"They just disappear around you."
"Why are they around me?"
Amanda was choked, Schiller stopped, looked back at Amanda and said: "What legitimate reason you have, it's not a reason to surround me with a lot of trouble, you know what it will bring."
Such consequences will come, but you insist on going your own way. It is not me who makes them disappear, but you."
"But you obviously can..."
"What can you do? Do nothing? Do you think this is even remotely possible?"
"I mean, you don't look surprised at all."
"What should I be surprised about? Should I be surprised that it was you who did this? I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm afraid there aren't many people on the entire planet who are so stupid."
Amanda was no longer angry that Schiller said she was stupid. She just wanted to solve the problem. She said: "Well, I sent them here to test the strength. It's okay if you destroy them, but why cut off
Lost their connection to headquarters? We need their black box."
"Then it becomes your evidence to convict me?"
"Video data will not be saved there, I just need data on their physical strength and operating logic!"
"Why should I believe you?"
Amanda sighed and said: "I formed the Sky Eye Society with your good student. Do you think the FBI's technical means can create such a clone?"
"So this is Bruce's work?"
"Not entirely. Obviously some people don't trust human cloning, so they have been weakened a lot. We are thinking of our own ways to make technological innovations, so we need that data."
"Whose idea was it to send them here?"
"Mine, but Bruce didn't refuse either."
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"Because he knows that he will do it even if you reject him. You never listen to others' advice, so why should he waste his words with you?"
"Okay, this time it's my fault." Amanda said, "But I know you wouldn't agree if I invited you for a test in the usual way."
"This is not a matter of testing." Schiller looked at Amanda and said: "You are still avenging your personal revenge and trying every means to harass the serial killer you think to give yourself an outlet."
"Why can't I do this?"
"Of course you can do this. You are just. Then stop bothering your most annoying serial killer. Please come back."
Schiller turned and walked toward the woods. Amanda gritted her teeth, but still followed. She said, "I think we can make a deal. I just want the black box."
Schiller didn't say a word. It wasn't until she passed between two big trees that Amanda saw so many people here.
Her eyes and her intuition allowed her to immediately locate several people in the crowd, including Jonathan, Valentine, Jack, Victor, etc. Well, she actually broke into a serial murderer's party.
But soon a burst of noise made her dizzy. She looked in that direction and found a machine and several computers placed in the open space. A group of children and young people were shouting around the computers.
What is this? A reserve for a serial killer?
"Ms. Waller, why are you here?" Gordon came over, shook Amanda's hand and said, "How are you doing?"
"So what are you doing here?" Amanda asked.
"It's just an ordinary housewarming party. Professor Schiller moved to a new home and held a camping party. It was not bad, wasn't it?"
Just as Amanda was about to speak, Gordon said, "I have something to ask you about Mexico. Can we take a moment to talk?"
Amanda captured the key words keenly. She looked at Gordon up and down with some vigilance and said, "Mexico? I have nothing to do with that thing in Mexico. You have found the wrong person."
"What about the black sports?" Gordon said with a raised eyebrow.
Amanda's face became a little ugly, and she said: "No matter who told you this news, I will not pay more for it."
"I just need some information, please come over."
Gordon and Amanda walked to the less crowded end to talk. Amanda seemed a little absent-minded, wondering how Gordon knew she was connected to the Black Panther Party.
Amanda knew that she didn't look like someone who would be in contact with this group of people at all. Anyone who saw her and knew what she had done would think that she was just a lackey of the government and had nothing to do with the left.
But if a Gotham Sheriff knows about this, it proves that either he has great eyes and hands, or there is something wrong within the Black Panther Party.
Just when Amanda was worried, she saw Schiller and another figure walking to the river to talk. If she saw it right, that person had exaggerated clown makeup on his face.
But that doesn't look like a clown. Amanda knows that Clown Jack is a truck driver, and he doesn't look like that. Could it be a clown from another universe?
What are the two of them talking about? Could it be that the Joker helped Schiller get rid of those clones? Or are they sharing the data in the black box?
Amanda wanted to go over and eavesdrop, but Gordon obviously wouldn't give her this chance and stepped forward to block Amanda's view.
Amanda calmly moved a step aside, intending to read Schiller's mouth movements, but in the next second, Schiller kicked the clown into the river.
Both Amanda and Gordon were stunned.
No, how could you take action properly? Schiller doesn't seem like the kind of person who would get angry and take action.
The two of them had no intention of talking anymore, and returned to the camp with their own thoughts. After a while, Schiller came back, followed closely by the clown who looked like a drowned rat.
This is not the clown Jack of this universe, but the clown of Beibes, to whom Schiller wrote his last invitation letter.
At this time, he yelled to others like crazy, "Under the lake!! There is a monster at the bottom of the lake!! I saw it!!!"
Everyone else stared at him blankly, not to mention Jonathan, Victor, and the like. Amanda didn't believe his words. The clown was synonymous with freak.
"Calm down, sir." Gordon was a conscientious police chief. He tried his best to comfort the yelling clown and said, "What did you say? What's at the bottom of the lake? Are there fossils?"
"There is a monster with countless arms, legs and bones. I just saw it when I fell down and it was climbing up!!"
"No, sir, this is not funny. If you want to tell a bad joke, maybe you can wait until the meat is roasted. That will make us all warmer." Gordon shook his head and said, "There is no monster, this is just a camping trip."
It’s just a party.”
"But I saw it all!! I saw it with my own eyes!! This is what the madman did..."
"Sorry, give me a moment, Mr. Sheriff." Victor stepped forward, weighed the freeze gun in his hand and said, "I told you, this is a perfect camping party. If anyone wants to use his
You don’t want to ruin this perfect event with some funny jokes, it’s better to think about whether you can run faster than a bullet.”
Others don’t look at him very kindly. They know you are a lunatic, but can you choose an occasion to go crazy again? Now everyone is having a good time, do you have to be such a spoiler?