In the hall of the Goethe family manor, Mrs. Goethe breathed a sigh of relief and said while stroking her chest: "Fortunately, Chief Gordon is quite reliable. The security consultant he brought discovered the man in time.
The thief didn't let her wander around my house."
"I told you a long time ago that you are making a fuss out of a molehill." Leon sat on the sofa, lit a cigar for himself, and said: "You are just a little thief, how can you shake the Goethe family? You are always so surprised.
At first glance, how are we going to accomplish the work of our great king?"
Speaking of this matter, Mrs. Goethe sighed, sat on the other side of the sofa, and said with some anxiety: "I know, of course I know, that His Majesty has great ambitions, but the order for the shipyard...
I mean, if we are discovered, we will all be doomed..."
"What are you afraid of?" Leon picked up the newspaper next to him, fanned himself, and said, "Who dares to search your shipyard? Even the godfather would not do that without a suitable reason.
…”
Mrs. Goethe breathed a sigh of relief and said: "That's true. After all, gangsters also have to follow rules. If they break into my factory and search at will, they will lose their prestige..."
Leon curled his lips. From the bottom of his heart, he could not see Mrs. Goethe's stingy look. He said: "You should dedicate everything to the great king, instead of just coveting the little reward. When he rules the world, you can only pay enough
Only the more people can get enough rewards!"
Mrs. Goethe seemed a little hesitant. When Leon came to him at first, he just said that he wanted to borrow her family's shipyard to make some prohibited items, that is, parts of heavy weapons, but he would give her a large sum of money and a lot of
A valuable collectible.
As rumored by the outside world, in the past few months, the Goethe family's capital turnover had problems. After all, with the arrival of snowstorms and affected transportation, it is inevitable for all walks of life to encounter a cold winter.
Although it is not particularly critical, it may greatly affect the next quarter's turnover. Mrs. Goth was greedy and wanted to keep the family business flowing. At this time, she bumped into Leon who volunteered.
At first, Leon's attitude was very flattering, and Mrs. Goethe felt elated. However, as Mrs. Goethe got more and more involved, Leon's attitude also changed a lot, which made Mrs. Goethe feel...
I was very dissatisfied, but I didn't dare to say it openly.
After all, judging from the rewards given by the great king, he is indeed a rich and powerful mysterious being. Those precious collections are not something that can be obtained with money. Mrs. Goethe even suspected that where the great king was
The family may be an ancient hidden family, otherwise there is no way to explain the fact that he owns so many collections handed down from generation to generation.
Mrs. Goethe, who had already boarded the pirate ship, knew that she could only go all the way to the dark side, so she gritted her teeth and said: "The project is nearing the end. Tomorrow, I will arrange a car accident to let the engineer in charge of the project
Disappear completely, and then burn all the detailed information drawings and project orders..."
Leon showed a helpless expression and said: "Don't think about your shipyard! Don't you think that the little thief named Catwoman can use it?"
"Catwoman?" Mrs. Goethe showed a puzzled expression, but then she suddenly realized: "You mean, you want him to replace Vicky and win over those celebrities for you?"
"That's right." Leon nodded, stood up from the sofa again, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the scenery outside the window and said: "Just now, when the police took her away, I observed that she was definitely a
The great beauty is, I'm afraid, much more beautiful than Vicky..."
"I know the people on the west coast. They have absolutely no resistance to such a beauty. If she can be controlled by us and blow the pillows of those celebrities, the career of the great king will go more smoothly..."
"But she won't be coerced by us, right?" Mrs. Goth frowned and said, "These snitches in Gotham are all lawless..."
Leon snorted coldly and said: "I don't believe it. She is not afraid of going to jail. I know this kind of little thief from the slums very well. As long as we give the police some benefits and let them use guns to scare her, she will definitely piss herself off."
Agree to all requests, if I go there in person... Huh!"
Mrs. Goethe was still hesitating, but Leon had already picked up the phone. Within a second, he put on that smiling expression.
, and then said to the other end of the phone: "Hello? Gotham Police Department? Yes, I was the victim just now..."
"...Yes, I just want to ask, how did the trial of that little thief go? Mrs. Goethe was very angry. She hopes that this thief can be severely punished... That's it, we plan to interview, okay, I'm going to go now.
Come to Police Tan!"
Leon put down the phone and turned to Mrs. Goethe and said, "You go and take care of the things at the shipyard. I'll go to the police station. When I come back, everything will be back on track."
Looking at Leon's leaving figure, Mrs. Goethe gritted her teeth, picked up the phone and said: "Contact that truck driver for me... Yes, it's the midnight legend that has been circulating recently, the clown truck driver, let him create it
If there's a car accident, it's best if the engineer is smashed to pieces!"
After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Goethe felt that her hands were shaking. Although she had been in business for so many years, she had never done anything like buying a murderer to kill someone. But at the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief, because as long as a person dies,
, no one will ever know about that transaction.
Mrs. Goethe feels that everything has been going smoothly recently.
Although the plan to control Vicky failed, a replacement Catwoman soon appeared. Her daughter's progress was also going smoothly. She had already come into contact with Bruce Wayne, and she might soon be able to attract his attention.
, as long as she can handle the shipyard business, then I am afraid that she can really follow the great king and control unimaginable power.
The next morning, Schiller got up early and finished breakfast very quickly. He didn't even read the newspaper. Before Merkel could react, Schiller had already put on his coat and picked up his umbrella.
, ready to go out.
Merkel looked at Schiller's hurried away figure with confusion. He turned to look at the clock on the wall. It was only 6:30 in the morning.
Ignoring Merkel, who was once again shocked by her mysterious routine, Schiller drove to Gotham University, to be precise, Gotham University's Vocational Education College.
Victor just came here to deliver something. When he saw Schiller, he was very shocked. He walked up and asked: "Why are you here now? Why did you get up so early today?"
"Stop talking, where are the students?"
"Of course they are in the dormitory. They haven't gotten up yet at this time." Victor turned around and saw that most of the lights in the teaching building were dark. Apparently, the students inside were sleeping soundly.
Schiller quickly walked into the dormitory building, and Victor chased after him. He saw Schiller holding an umbrella in one hand and snapping his fingers with the other. With a "ding" sound, a circle of light appeared above his head.
Under Victor's shocked gaze, Schiller took down the aperture.
Then he started banging on the doors of each dormitory.
"Everyone get up! Everyone get up! What time is it? Go to class quickly!! Assemble in the big classroom, don't let me find out that any of you are not here!!!"
"Get up quickly! It's daybreak!!" Schiller waved the light in his hand, and the whole dormitory was illuminated extremely brightly. Everyone squinted their eyes and looked confused, but Schiller pointed to the beds one by one and said: "Quickly
Light up! Stop sleeping in and gather in the big classroom!"
"Bang bang bang! Get up! Get up! Get up! Look what time it is now?!"
"Bang bang bang bang!! Get up quickly!!!"
It wasn't until all the students on the two floors were woken up that Schiller quickly walked down the stairs holding an umbrella. Vic chased after him and asked: "Schiller, why are you crazy?"
Schiller ignored him and just walked quickly to the large classroom downstairs. He stood in front of the podium and looked at his watch. He said: "Help me record all the students who did not come before 7 o'clock. Tonight,
I personally went to visit the boss in their area."
Victor stared at him with wide eyes, but Schiller's morning call just now was very effective. The aperture was so bright that most people woke up due to such a noise.
Recalling Schiller's illustrious reputation, they all climbed out of bed quickly and came to the classroom.
Although everyone was staggering in sleepiness, people were here at least. However, after all, the incident happened suddenly and many people did not react. Therefore, when the seven o'clock bell rang, the school building was only half full, with about three people.
One-third of the people did not arrive.
Schiller came from the teaching staff who just arrived
The teacher took the student list in his hand and compared the list and photos to record the students who had not arrived one by one. It was not until 7:30 that the students who were late came belatedly and sat down in their seats sleepily.
When everyone arrived, Schiller gently knocked on the tabletop of the podium to attract everyone's attention. Many students who had woken up were listening attentively because they had heard this before.
The professor was famous but had never actually taken his class. They were curious about what Schiller was going to talk about.
"Today, let's talk about the issue of learning attitude." Schiller stood in front of the podium and looked at everyone and said.
"Maybe you will think that I am crazy, dragging you out of bed at 6 o'clock in the morning and talking to you about these completely meaningless topics."
"Yes, many people will think that it is meaningless for me to talk about this here. You are here to learn technology. If you have this time, you should be more familiar with the performance of the car, understand the distribution of wires, or go directly to the field operation...
"
"But unfortunately, I have to tell you that during these two days of attending classes, I discovered a very serious thing, that is, there are big problems with some people's learning attitudes."
Schiller's tone was very serious. Several students sitting in the front row all shuddered. Then you looked at me and I looked at you. I don't know whose attitude was wrong.
A black girl with rings on her ears glanced at another girl sitting diagonally in front of her. She had long pale blond hair and was wearing a dress that was incompatible with the others. She was sleeping soundly on the table.
Several burly boys who were closer to her also winked in that direction and communicated their opinions with their eyes.
"Tracy Goethe." Schiller called out the name directly, but Miss Goethe, who was sleeping on the table, remained motionless.
Looking at Schiller's face, the female classmate next to him quickly shook Tracey up from the table. Tracey opened her eyes blankly, and the moment she and Schiller looked at each other, it was like
A basin of cold water poured over my head and I woke up instantly.
"Miss Goethe, please answer me a question, what are you doing here?" Schiller looked at her and asked.
"I, I'm here to go to school." Tracy replied in a daze.
"Really? Are you really here to study?" Schiller asked again. He stared into Tracy's eyes and repeated the question again. This was a very demanding questioning technique.
Tracy was silent for a while, and then said: "...Probably."
"I can tell you that you are not here to study. You were sent to this school by your mother for other purposes."
After a trip to the Goethe Manor last night, Schiller knew of course that Mrs. Goethe might have a mysterious plan, and her daughter was also a part of the plan.
Schiller's voice became colder. He looked at Tracy, whose face was flushed, and said in a low tone:
"However, I don't care about your purpose. As long as you are still here, there is only one thing you can do, and that is to devote yourself to great learning."
