The scandal of the death betting game made the rich people in other regions avoid them. Social public opinion nailed them to the pillar of shame, and Gordon's arrest forced them into a dark corner.
If they could have been hiding in a safe house, spy outside carefully, and looking forward to avoiding this storm, then the completely crazy Angel of Death sounded their last death knell.
The social rules they set are tough and fragile. For ordinary people, the law is a knife hanging over their heads. But for a complete madman like Paul, the law is nothing.
The elites who have become accustomed to using the law to protect themselves have long degenerated with their barbaric fangs and claws, and believe that as long as they use their tools well, they will not be afraid of crazy beasts.
But now, they put themselves back in the jungle and fought against a crazy crazy beast with bare hands. They were finally going to pay the price for their underestimation.
Schiller watched all this happen coldly. But he knew that it was still just the beginning.
For a death row prisoner, the most terrifying thing is actually not death, but the period when waiting for death to come.
They will feel angry and question like crazy, how things will turn out to be like this. But no one can give them an answer.
They will feel regretful and reflect on everything they have done, but from the bottom of their hearts they still don’t think they have done anything wrong, they just feel wronged and wronged.
They will feel desperate. The last time of life should be precious, but they can't do anything and can only waste their time towards death.
The above emotions will take turns to appear and be intertwined until they drive people completely crazy. By that time, death is even a relief for them.
But no, Schiller will not let them get free. Because they still have value, they may have to spend a long time like this before they can usher in the final judgment.
Apart from the elites who were forced into desperate situations, the most urgent thing now is Jason Brad.
In the original comic, Paul, the Angel of Death, was actually raised by Brad. This seems to be due to his agreement with the ancestors of the Vale family, but Schiller knew that this was not that simple.
If Brad wants to save Paul's life, he can send Paul out of Gotham and allow him to spend a peaceful and stable life in the town. If he wants to help Paul regain the glory of the Valais family, he should train Paul to have the power to compete with Batman.
For Brad, these two paths were not difficult. But he didn't choose either one. While taking care of Paul, he got cancer. While saying that he wanted to protect the peace of Gotham, he made him the angel of death that created chaos.
Schiller had no time to investigate what his fundamental purpose was. He just needed to make things go completely beyond Brad's expectations. Obviously, he did it.
Paul did become an angel of death, but he did not become a knife in the hands of the upper class, but instead burned the top stairs of the pyramid with a fire.
Brad looked helpless when he found Schiller again. But before he could speak, Schiller took the lead and said, "If you say you want me to stop the Angel of Death, then I can't help but do nothing. I can't beat him."
"But we have to stop him."
"Why not early?" Schiller looked at Brad and asked, "Why didn't you stop him while he was still wandering in the lower town?"
He stood up, walked across from Brad, looked into his eyes and said, "You did not stand up when the Angel of Death was using violent means to destroy order in the lower city. But now he threatened the rich people in Gotham, come to me. Can I understand that you have determined your position?"
"I just don't want Gotham to get into chaos again."
"Do you only have the upper town in Gotham?"
“He didn’t cause any massive chaos in the Lower Town.”
“The chaos in the Upper Town is not very large.”
"Yes, but that's more of an impact." Brad defended as much as possible.
"It seems you still don't understand what I said." Schiller sighed, turned around and sat down again and said, "It seems that I have to be straightforward. You have two options now: hire me to help you settle it all, or leave here and find a way for yourself."
"Why did you do this?"
"What are you referring to? Interfering with your plan? This is not my intention, it just happened to meet it."
"What the hell are you going to make this place?"
"Probably the last thing you expect."
Schiller is not a waste of time to play Tai Chi with him here. He has to drag Brad here for a while. If he doesn't go back to the church, the Angel of Death will not be able to find him.
At the entrance of the Church of San Marino, a tall figure wandered for a long time, but still couldn't see the priest who had always been waiting here in the past.
He had to go to Dr. Tompkins's clinic again.
Dr. Tompkins' expression was a little complicated. She looked at the big man and said, "Your body has become very weak. It's best not to..."
"Do you believe in God?" asked the Angel of Death.
Dr. Tompkins shook his head and said, "I believe that the universe has its own rules, but it is not a specific god. I think you should sit down and let me diagnose you..."
"There is nothing to diagnose, doctor. I can't live long." The angel of death's voice was very quiet, and he said, "Before I die, I will complete the task assigned to me by God. I will go to judge those who are guilty."
"No." Dr. Tompkins shook his head and said, "You can't give up on the hope of treatment so easily. I'm recently studying the relief of mental stimulation caused by red pills through hypnosis. If I could do it, maybe you could survive."
The Angel of Death didn't speak. Doctor Tompkins thought he had misunderstood, and she said, "When you asked me that day, I guessed that you might be the victim of Oddine's company. They used money to induce you. This is not your fault, and don't give up treatment because of this."
"This is my destiny, the doctor. It is God who brought me to this world. Everything I encounter is to ignite the flame of revenge I have now. I do not feel sad, but only feel honored."
Dr. Tompkins sighed, as if he had given up persuasion. She had to say, "Sorry, I really don't understand religion. I'm just a doctor. I will try my best to help my patients. Is there anything I need to help?"
"No, doctor, I don't need anything to help you. I'm here to help you. You are the only sinless person I've ever met. I'm here to help you by God's order."
Dr. Tompkins was stunned for a moment. She was almost suspicious that Schiller would have predicted the future. How did he know that this big man would come to her today and want to help her?
But then she came back to her senses, showed a hesitant look, and said, "I really have a favor to help you. But I think I still have to treat you first..."
"No need, doctor. Tell me."
Dr. Tompkins walked to the Angel of Death and looked up at him and said sincerely: "Don't let Ode harm more people because of the company. Now you can only help me."
She turned around again, holding her hands together, and said, "Now almost all hospitals are using Odine's equipment. They have created large quantities of cancer patients by doing so. Those innocent people should not be victimized."
"You want me to kill the people from Odine?"
"No, the most urgent task now is not to let them do this again. Killing cannot solve the problem. I hope you can destroy the medical equipment in the hospital. This will take time even if you repurchase and arrange it. I can use this time to develop treatments."
The Angel of Death seemed to have not expected that Dr. Tompkins would make such a request. But he nodded, agreed and said, "Someone wants to kill you. You'd better protect yourself first."
"You don't have to worry about this." Pieter walked in and said, "I just put two down this morning."
The Angel of Death glanced at him deeply, said nothing, turned around and walked out of the clinic.
After he left, Pieter looked at Dr. Tompkins and said, "Can you really solve the cancer they have?"
"You look down on me too much," said Dr. Tompkins. "Schiller said he has a solution. I just do it."
Not long after, Gotham's hospital was in trouble. The crazy death angel, who had hit the evil in his arms, rushed into the hospital alone and smashed the equipment when he saw it. In just one day, he harmed all the laboratory departments of Gotham's hospitals.
The security guards hired by rich people for a lot of money can't stop him, let alone the security force of the hospital. Moreover, he only smashed the machines and did not hurt people. He left after smashing them and ran very fast. The police couldn't catch up with him.
If the machine is smashed and cannot be used, then you will naturally have to buy a new one. The hospital does not know what the death angel is crazy about. They don’t have many choices, and if you want to buy it, you should buy Odeyin’s equipment.
Ode was so happy because the company was now making a big order. This time it was open enough for three years.
This kind of medical equipment will not be produced in advance and then stocked up in large quantities. It is basically produced after placing an order. The entire East Coast has only a few units in stock, which can't keep up with Gotham's needs at all.
The company does not have an American factory, and all the instruments are produced in the UK. But there is no need to say much about the work efficiency in the UK. It is considered a great idea to be able to get the goods next year.
If the hospital does not have equipment and cannot do the examination, it will be impossible to make money. But it cannot wait there. They have to choose other equipment from less famous brands and use it first.
Of course, Ode was anxious when he saw the company. If the monopoly situation of his company was broken, it would be difficult to return to this position in the future.
So they suggested that some machines that were not so damaged could be handed over to them for repair. This way, they could barely make do with it and there was no need to buy new ones.
The hospital was a little hesitant. Although so many new procurement projects can make them feel full, if the hospital is not open for a long time because it does not have equipment, their treatment will also decline.
Just when they were inclined to agree to the repair plan proposed by Odeyin Company, the municipal government suddenly announced that in order to alleviate the medical pressure, the municipal government established a special medical equipment procurement assistance foundation and took out some money to help the hospital purchase medical equipment and resume normal business.
Now, the hospitals that originally turned to Odein Company fell back in one go. If you could use the name of purchasing to eat up the municipal funds, it would be a big profit. Who cares if the hospital can open?