"What's going on? Why didn't the new dean answer the phone?"
"The mercenaries I contacted before could not be contacted..."
"Did anyone go to Arkham Asylum to see? Why is there suddenly martial law there? Who gave the new dean the courage?"
"Come on, go, I won't. If someone photographs me again, I'll be all..."
"There are traps everywhere, who dares to go?"
"Try to contact us with a different number. I don't believe he really dares to go against us!"
Such words continue to spread in shelters and safe houses. It can be said that Schiller has now become a hot figure in the upper class. All the big names in Gotham are contacting him.
But he was lost contact.
Arkham Asylum became the most closed fortress in Gotham.
The emergency restrictions designed by Batman, but almost never really worked, have taken effect, and have trapped each criminal in a cell with different weaknesses.
Of course not all, occasionally a few more powerful people ran out. But isn’t this a coincidence? The corridors are full of traps.
All criminals' escape plans ended in failure. Arkham Asylum finally completed the duties of a mad prison for the first time today - trapping the madmen here.
Some people may think that all the criminals are controlled by Bruce, so why should they run out?
That's because Bruce was also trapped here.
Schiller did not open the net to him. The door to the activity room was locked directly. It was too late when Bruce discovered it and he couldn't run out.
After a long time of hard work, I opened the door, guess what? The outside is full of high-power ultraviolet lights, plus the frozen gun left by Victor when he came to discuss trap design.
Bruce thinks the activity room is pretty good too.
The criminals in the Arkham Asylum cannot get out, which means that the upper class has failed to invest in crime. The knife they used to mess with ordinary people's lives cannot be pulled out. What consequences will it have?
The first and most serious thing is panic.
Those mud legs that were always trampled by them dared to make a plan for them. The scandal that caused them was exposed and those outspoken men took the blame. If they didn't give them some color, wouldn't anyone dare to do this?
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But the fastest way they can think of to take revenge on ordinary people is to get super criminals to commit crimes. But now this fastest method is not easy to use. Wouldn't that mean that they can't give ordinary people one as soon as possible?
A lesson?
This is not a simple face, but involves the issue of prestige.
How can a person establish prestige?
Of course, it is to do what you say, and integrate knowledge and action. If you do it once or twice, you will make others feel that you can do it every time, and you will naturally believe and admire you.
For the upper class, making the lower class believe that they are unshakable is the cornerstone that they can step on their heads so naturally, and the basis for them to put a lid on the trash can.
They used thunder to resolve every resistance, so it made people feel that they could not resist.
That's why there are people like Ruth - they obviously have everything and there is no shortage of opportunities, but they just want to be a dog for people when they can resist.
Humans can be domesticated. The key to domestication is the whip held by the upper class - the super criminal.
Once people in a certain area are not honest, they will whip up and use the destruction of super criminals to destroy their houses, lose their jobs, bear debts, and leave the streets, and have no chance of turning over.
Over time, those who do not want to fall to this level will naturally learn to be obedient.
Later, even if they didn't use a whip, they would be obedient. Even if they were given a chance to bite, they would not open their mouths and be completely tamed.
But now, some people have flaunted their fangs, but they can't find the whip. This will cause the prestige they have established with whipping again and again is shaken.
Those who were once domesticated by them began to have the idea of questioning, and even began to think about whether they could not find the whip, or simply guess whether they had broken their hands or even died.
What's more, there are too many jackals in this city that have never been domesticated. They lower their bodies, shut their mouths, and pretend to be a tame dog, but once there is a flaw, they will immediately rush up and harshly
Bite off a piece of meat.
When he received Fiona's call, Gordon was stunned. He said to the other end of the phone in disbelief: "What did you say? Did you catch Boer?!"
"Yes, he was hiding in a house near the suburbs. My friends and I have already controlled him. When will you come?"
Gordon paused and said, "Don't be too excited, don't attack him. We're going to bring him to court and let him stand trial."
"Don't worry, I...hey, stop! Sick! What are you doing?! Stop!!!"
There was a violent noise from the other end of the phone, followed by a roar and a scream. Gordon's heart became heavier and he hurriedly asked someone to drive.
When he arrived along Fiona's address, only two corpses were left on the ground.
One of them is the body of Gotham's steel tycoon Pohl.
The ambulance and other police cars followed closely. But what gave Gordon a split headache was that the reporter also came and rushed into the house with a long gun and a short cannon. But at this time, the police were carrying a stretcher and being beaten to death.
They took a picture of the blurry face of Boer.
Looking at the stretcher passing by in front of him, Gordon really didn't know how to evaluate it. He just felt that all this shouldn't be like this. What force kept spinning the wheels when the engine was not started, which was shockingly ridiculous.
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Soon, the police also brought the murderer out - a young man with blood on his head. Fiona followed him.
Fiona looked at Gordon with a sorry look and said, "I know you may not believe it, but I really didn't let them kill!"
"He's the only one who did it?" Gordon asked seriously at him.
"Shik...Shik ran away." Fiona closed her eyes and said, "He has a sister, and he can't be caught."
"Where did you find them?"
"It's all my friends, friends from the same block. They all feel very angry when they hear about my father."
"That's all?"
"I don't know," Fiona said, "maybe I was impulsive, but... I didn't think too much when I knew that Boer was here."
"Where did you know he's here?"
"The cableman gave me the message."
"Who is the informant?"
"Sorry, I really can't say that this will hurt him."
The cars came and went in front of the villa, which was very lively. The street next door, which was only one street, was so deserted that there was no one.
A young man in a jacket squatted at the corner of the alley and wiped the blood from his forehead. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number, and then said to the other side: "The matter is done, doctor. When will the money be paid?"
Arrived?"
"Yes, thank you very much. Actually, even if you don't give the money, I want to do this. If it weren't for Boer's nephew, that damn bastard, my sister wouldn't have been paralyzed in the bed!"
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"Okay, I get it. I'll pass it as fast as possible."
The young man put down the phone, walked through the streets and alleys skillfully at a skillful speed, pried a car open, and passed by the police car that was rushing to here without stopping at all.
He drove into the city, walked for more than ten minutes, and finally entered a house outside the chaotic slum.
A figure was sitting by the window waiting for him. The young man walked over and saw a beautiful woman.
"Hello, where is the stuff?"
The young man took out something from his pocket, which was a miniature camera with video storage components connected behind it.
He threw the thing to the woman. He turned around and wanted to leave, but he didn't expect to hear the woman say, "Someone has gone to pick up your sister, and she can't stay at home for the time being. This is the address of the hospital."
The young man suddenly turned around and looked at the woman. The woman waved her hand and said, "Don't look at me like this, I'm also entrusted by others. I'm just a thief. Where did I get such great skills to arrange for admission to the hospital?"
The young man took the note, looked back at the woman, and walked out.
The catwoman looked at his back, shook his head, and said as if he was sighing: "I really don't know how many more people will be brought into it."
Another deeper woman's voice responded to her: "Of course the more, the better."
Ruth squeezed in from the narrow back door, holding a hospital test report. She took the micro camera and storage device from the catwoman's hand, and said: "Only let more people know, there is money."
People are also humans, they will be injured and die. Only in this world can there be more people, not dogs."
"I have no interest in humans or dogs." The catwoman curled her hair with her fingertips, "I'm just a cat."
Ruth turned around and left before saying to him: "If you don't want to get involved in this matter, now is your last chance to leave. Next, anyone may become the one who sacrifices."
"I don't think you understand what I mean." The catwoman walked to the door, lowered her head and lighted a cigarette gracefully, and said, "I mean to say I am a cat, who is the fucking messing with me,
I'll let him see some blood."
Ruth sneered and said, "You better think clearly who messed with you."
The catwoman stopped talking. She stood at the door and watched Ruth get into the car and leave. She shook a bunch of keys in her hand, quietly sucked a cigarette, turned around and walked out.
The exhausted Fiona returned home. In fact, this place could not be called home. Her mother returned to her mother's home in the central city, but she didn't want to go back, so she stayed. The place is just empty now
Just a house.
After changing her shoes at the door, she moved her slippers inside, feeling ache all over her body, especially her headache as if it was about to explode.
But as soon as she walked into the living room, she saw a graceful figure standing in front of the cabinet, looking at her father's portrait.
"Who are you?!" Fiona took two steps back vigilantly.
The woman turned around and had a wild, exquisite face, with a cigarette on her finger, but it didn't light it. She put down the photo in her hand, looked at Fiona and said, "I am your father's friend.
I said you were in some trouble, so I came to help you."
"Why have I never heard of you?!" Fiona did not relax her guard at all. She reached out to touch her waist, but suddenly remembered that her gun had been confiscated by Gordon.
She lowered her head in a little annoyed state, but the next second she felt a breeze blowing beside her. The woman touched her behind her like a ghost and grabbed her wrist.
"I thought you really had a gun." A playful tone rang in Fiona's ears. Fiona stumbled forward, and the woman actually came around to the front of the sofa again.
"I have no malice towards you, I just want to remind you of one thing."
"What?" Fiona asked instinctively.
"Your father has helped many people, maybe he doesn't know it himself. The existence of the Warrior itself has made room for other people's survival. There are more people who thank him and want to follow him than you think.
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"I know this." Fiona raised her head high and said, "He is a hero, you don't need to say this!"
"I mean, if you want to completely embezzle the only living space left by ordinary people, you must kill such a warrior."
The woman's tone became colder, and he said, "Not only did he not have a good ending, but his whole family would also die without a burial place. This would intimidate others."
As soon as the words came to an end, the glass in the living room was broken with a bang.
The glass fragments passed through Fiona's face and she screamed. The next second she was picked up by someone in the waist and flew directly into the air and threw it into the corridor on the second floor.