mtl008 Chapter 3268 Bloody New City (7)
Chapter 3268 Bloody New City (7)
Chapter 3268 Bloody New City (Seventeen)
Bruce still drove to Wayne Manor.
Now that the Pale Knight is not in Arkham Asylum, there is no point for Schiller to go there. His intuition tells him that Schiller's ultimate goal is Wayne Manor.
Sure enough, as soon as he arrived at the gate of Wayne Manor, Bruce saw Schiller standing at the door.
As soon as he got out of the car, Schiller came over and said, "You've come just in time. It's time for you to show your talents."
"what?"
"There's a computer over there that will crack Wayne Manor's defenses and shut it down for at least six hours."
Bruce turned his head and saw a generator and a complete desktop computer, which were obviously dismantled from the municipal building.
"Are you waiting here for me?" Bruce looked at him and asked.
Schiller nodded and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"What if I say I don't want to do it?"
Schiller took out something from behind him, pointed it at Bruce and pressed the switch. Instantly, a beam of ultraviolet light hit Bruce's body and his skin began to smoke.
"Ah!! Ah!! Put it down! Put it down quickly! Turn it off!" Bruce ran away with his head in his hands, as if he was dancing in place.
When Schiller turned off the UV flashlight, Bruce touched the burnt parts of his skin with a grimace and glared at Schiller angrily.
As the saying goes, the more you take a step back, the angrier you get. Bruce opened his mouth and showed his fangs, but just as he took a step forward, there was a snap.
Bruce looked down and saw that he had stepped on a small blue disk and was instantly frozen into an ice cube.
"Now, you talk and I'll operate. If we can't crack the defense system, you'll just stand here until dawn."
Bruce glared at Schiller and called him despicable with his eyes.
Bruce never thought that he would underestimate Schiller, but he did underestimate Greed. Where did he get the freezing device? He and Victor in this universe are not friends!
But he was trapped in the ice and had to lower his head. Although he didn't feel any discomfort now, his mouth was open. Recently, many reporters had been lurking at the door of Wayne Manor. If they saw his fangs, he would be in trouble.
It suddenly occurred to him that all this was Schiller's conspiracy, and he was deliberately provoking him to open his mouth.
Bruce had no choice but to do as Schiller said.
He originally thought that Schiller's operation would be clumsy, and even if he told him the method, he might not be able to successfully crack the defense system, but he soon found that he was overthinking it, and the gray symbiote seemed to be very good at this as well.
This made Bruce feel a little confused. Since the gray fog could be broken, why did they have to look for him?
But he quickly realized that greed is a typical example of daring to do but not daring to take responsibility. No matter what he does, he has to find someone to take the blame for him, so that he can always stand on the moral high ground and look down on everyone.
When the time comes, when Batman asks who cracked his defense system, he can put all the blame on himself. Compared to a stranger who came from nowhere, Batman will definitely believe that the isotope from another universe can easily crack the defense system.
Bruce gnashed his teeth into the ice, but he soon realized that he was still a little too angry.
The defense system was breached, and Schiller swaggered into Wayne Manor, took a cart from the utility room, moved Bruce onto the cart, walked all the way to the second floor of Wayne Manor, and came to the room directly above the back door on the first floor.
Schiller tied Bruce outside on the balcony above the back door, then made a stupid tripwire trap and moved to the kitchen island that could be seen through the window near the front door.
It was already dark at this time, and a warm light was shining through the manor. Standing outside the gate of Wayne Manor's courtyard, one could clearly see a man standing in front of the window, busy with something.
The cunning intruder realized that this way was blocked, so he took advantage of the cover of night to go around to the side door of the garden, jumped onto the top of the wall with a nimble leap, and then rolled to the ground.
She tiptoed to the back door, and Bruce immediately warned her, "Don't come over! There's a trap here!"
The petite figure was startled by the sudden sound, and she instinctively jumped in the opposite direction of the sound.
"what!"
One foot hit the rope.
boom!
A huge block of ice fell from the balcony and hit her perfectly, pinning her to the ground and making her unable to move.
Schiller opened the back door and came out.
"Hello, ma'am, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Catwoman, wearing a black nightgown, stretched out her arms and lay on the ground. She tried hard to break free, but the things on her body were too heavy and pressed on her waist, so she couldn't exert any strength. She lay there for a long time and could only sigh and give up.
Just then, she felt something on her body being moved away and a hand was stretched out in front of her. Catwoman didn't care what the other person meant and she quickly got up.
Catwoman patted the dirt off her body, stared at Schiller with her big eyes, and then said: "Who are you? Why are you in Wayne Manor? I thought I would meet that rich guy."
"And then have a beautiful encounter with him?"
"Stop telling jokes." Catwoman waved her hands and said, "I failed this time, but where did you find such a figurine that can imitate human speech?"
"This is not a decoration." Schiller said with a smile.
Catwoman then turned around and looked carefully at the thing that hit her, and then she found that it was indeed not the human-shaped sculpture she had imagined, but a real person, but it seemed to be sealed in ice.
"Oh my God!" Catwoman looked at his face carefully and said, "Isn't this Bruce Wayne? Did you kidnap him?"
Schiller shook his head, just opened the back door, and said, "This is not a good place to talk. Please come in, ma'am."
Catwoman looked at the ice with confusion, but still walked into the manor.
Bruce thought Schiller would move him in, but Schiller slammed the door.
It turns out that this is not a good place because I am here, and Bruce started to grit his teeth again.
After closing the door, Schiller asked Catwoman to sit on the sofa. He said, "I know someone gave you some money to come here and steal something. How much did he give you?"
"I can't reveal my employer's information." Catwoman shook her head.
"Okay, but I know he gave me $200 million for the same purpose as you did."
"How much?!" Catwoman jumped up from the sofa and said, "200 million?! He only gave me 5!!!"
"It seems that a middleman has made a lot of money from you." Schiller handed her a cup of hot coffee and said, "I can give you twice the price, and then you can take what you want."
"How do you know what I want?"
"I said, my purpose for coming here is the same as yours, but I came earlier and successfully controlled Bruce Wayne and eliminated the biggest threat."
Catwoman looked embarrassed. She said, "If that's the case, then it's normal to give you a higher price. After all, the risk level of stealing and kidnapping is different."
Schiller walked back to the island counter, and Catwoman couldn't help but look over in the direction of his movements. She saw a wine bottle on the island table, which looked like some kind of red wine, and some capsules scattered around it.
The man was pouring out the contents of the capsule and then pouring red wine into the capsule.
Thinking about what she was going to steal, Catwoman began to believe what Schiller said. She took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to say, "20. I want 20. After I finish this order, I will leave Gotham and avoid the limelight. I won't be able to do it without enough money."
"No problem, but you have to deliver it to your employer in person, without any middleman."
"That's impossible." Catwoman shook her head and said, "You know, Lao Qiang is a professional broker. He is hired by big shots. He doesn't dare to betray his employer, let alone let me get in touch with him."
"That's your business," Schiller said. "My minimum requirement is that you see him hand it over to his employer, otherwise I won't pay."
Just when Catwoman was about to speak, Schiller said, "I'll give you $30, and you can figure out the rest yourself."
This price obviously broke through Catwoman's psychological defenses. Although she was a jewelry thief and many of her jewelry were expensive, that was the auction price. The jewelry she stole had no certificates, and the price on the black market was not high at all. 30 was not a small amount, enough for her to go to Hawaii and live a carefree life for half a year.
Catwoman bit her lip hesitantly, then said, "Okay, I promise you, but I need half of the deposit. I also need the money to buy some intelligence or something."
"I can give you 10 first, but you'd better not think about taking the money and leaving. My money is not that easy to take."
"Of course, I wouldn't do anything stupid if you dared to kidnap Bruce Wayne," Catwoman said.
Schiller picked up the capsule he had just made and handed it to Catwoman, then said, "Give me your account and the money will be in the account immediately."
Catwoman didn't know how she left Wayne Manor. The other party gave her money so easily. It was 10 US dollars.
This also made her feel as if she was involved in something extraordinary. Her keen intuition as a cat made her realize that she was in big trouble.
But when I think about the next $20 that will arrive in my account, nothing seems to be a big deal.
Catwoman took a deep breath, took out her phone and dialed a number, then said, "It's done. We'll do it at our usual place. You'd better not try to play tricks on me, or I'll teach you a lesson."
After hanging up the phone, she dialed another number, took a deep breath and said, "Pixiu, help me keep an eye on someone and I'll give you 10,000 yuan."
"It's not that I'm generous, but why don't you ask me who I'm going to keep an eye on first?... No, it's not very dangerous, but it might cause you trouble. I'm going to keep an eye on Lao Qiang. If he goes out in the next two days, you have to tell me."
"At most, it's 15,000. It can't be any higher. I didn't make much money from this deal. Don't even think about doing it yourself. Your tracking skills are not good enough. Be careful that he will blow your head off."
After hanging up the phone, Catwoman's expression turned cold. She drove the stolen car into a dark alley, turned a corner and knocked on the only lit window.
The window was opened a little, and a wrinkled old face flashed by. Catwoman handed over the capsule wrapped in paper. The other party checked it and said, "Why does it look like it's wet? Are you sure it's okay?"
"How would I know?!" Catwoman said impatiently, "Anyway, I found this! Give me the money!"
"That won't work. If the goods are not in good condition, the other party will deduct money."
"Then if you have the guts, find another person who can enter Wayne Manor. I tell you, don't think I don't know how much you've eaten. If you still dare to deduct my money, don't blame me for being rude!"
The other party was silent for a while, as if he was negotiating with someone. After a while, a box was handed out. Catwoman immediately opened it and checked it. After confirming that it contained 50,000 yuan in cash, she carried the box into the car.
As she drove away from the street, she saw several figures walking past stealthily, their eyes fixed on the window she had just seen.
Catwoman put the money away and drove off the street, but not too far away, because she knew that if Old Gun ate enough, he wouldn't wait until the next day to deliver the goods.
Sure enough, towards the middle of the night, her phone rang and a man's gloomy voice came from the other end.
"Lao Qiang went out and drove a car. He drove down the dark alley. The license plate number was..."
Catwoman immediately drove after them, being very careful and paying full attention, but what she didn't notice was that another car had caught up with her.
In the car, Schiller held the steering wheel, and the afterglow of the headlights in front left a golden touch on his lenses.