mtl008 Chapter 2340 Gotham Music Chapter (79)
Chapter 2340 Gotham Music Chapter (79)
Chapter 2340 Gotham Music Festival (Seventy-nine)
Gordon turned off the TV and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the mayor reacted quickly and packaged the accident as a specially arranged show. Otherwise, this major explosion alone would be enough to scare away most of the tourists.
"The FBI won't give up so easily." Bruce sighed and said, "I have to go back and prepare."
After saying that, he walked out of the police station, while Schiller stayed inside and looked at Gordon and said, "Do you know where the Batman who appeared at that time came from?"
"Wayne Hotel, all the visitors from other worlds stay there, do you have anything to do with him?"
"Bruce plans to send his children to this universe where Batman lives, and I plan to send Barry with him."
"Why not let him go back to his parents?"
"He said he wanted to go to another universe, mainly to get away from Harley, who always asked him to run errands and buy things, and he was annoyed."
"Harley isn't going?"
"She's not going. She's busy with her magic career."
Gordon nodded, then said, "How is her magic learning going?"
"Not bad. The Supreme Sorcerer said she is very talented."
"That's good." Gordon said as he saw Schiller off, "You should learn a skill so that you can support yourself in the future."
Gordon's understanding of Harley is obviously still stuck in the time when Harley was a helpless Gotham orphan. Schiller said: "Obviously, she can more than support herself."
The moment the two walked out of the door of the Gotham Police Department lobby, they saw a fire light up somewhere on the skyline.
Gordon stared at the mushroom cloud on the skyline in amazement. After determining the direction, he said, "Is that Black Island? What's going on?"
After a moment of stunned silence, Gordon immediately picked up the intercom and said, "Gather, gather quickly, prepare to go out, there's an incident on Black Island!"
Gordon walked towards the police car and opened the door for him without asking Schiller's opinion. Schiller looked into the distance and saw a familiar figure above the sea, so he got into the car.
Black Island is not far from here. After turning a few streets and going up the bridge, you will reach the island. The island is in complete chaos.
A chaotic fight broke out in the island's central district, the most prosperous bar street. The sounds of gunfire and artillery fire rang out, as well as many unknown flashes and invisible shock waves, which blew the bar's door and signboard far away.
For safety reasons, Gordon did not drive the car in, but parked it on another street. When he and Schiller walked over, a flame flew between them.
Schiller instantly turned into a ball of mist and scooped Gordon away, and the two reappeared on the roof of the nearest building.
Gordon rushed to the edge of the roof and looked down, cursing, "Damn it, what's going on? Who is fighting with whom?"
"One of them is a magician." Schiller looked at the burn marks on the ground and said, "What attacked us just now was magic fire."
"Why would the magician attack here?" Gordon was very confused.
Schiller's eyes kept scanning between these straight streets, and finally he saw a small figure at the end of another street. It was Harley.
Schiller now knew what her own big plan was. Harley used these killers and mercenaries on the Black Island as bait to get the magician to the island.
It is conceivable that the magicians who discovered that the demons had made new rules can't wait to try them out. If someone deliberately guides them at this time, they will realize one thing: it is not easy to find the sinner, just come to Gotham.
In the world of mysticism, Gotham can be said to be well-known. It has always been an unsolved mystery on the magical side. The main problem that cannot be solved is why Gotham is so bad.
But don’t worry about why it is so bad now. Anyway, since it is still bad, the bad people here can naturally become the devil’s favorite sacrifices, and a deal can be made.
However, the magicians are not away from the Internet. From the information about the recent music festival, they can tell that Gotham is probably slowly developing in a good direction. So if they don't go now, and Gotham is really in a bad state in a few days, where can they find so many sinners' souls?
So the magicians began to rush to Gotham without stopping, but the most terrible thing was that it was the music festival now, and tourists had booked all the big hotels months ago. Even the prices of those B&Bs in remote corners had increased to an incredible level.
The magicians searched for a long time and finally found a hotel with available rooms. This hotel had a separate booking page and looked quite formal, but it specifically indicated that the hotel was on a small island far away from the city of Gotham.
The magicians saw that it was better to stay far away. They couldn't just sleep on the streets. Besides, being far away also had its advantages. After all, they were engaged in murder and robbery, and sometimes they still needed to avoid being caught by the police. Living in a downtown area would make it easier for them to be discovered.
In this way, the magicians rushed to Gotham at the fastest speed. Their fastest speed was different from that of ordinary people. They didn't need to catch a plane or wait for a pick-up. They could get there with one teleportation, so basically they made a decision in the morning and arrived in the evening.
But when they arrived, they were dumbfounded. There was indeed a hotel at the location where they booked the hotel, but it was completely different from what was shown on the booking page.
This hotel is located on a street behind the bar area in the central business district of the island. According to the front desk staff of the hotel, they never accept individual guests and only accept regular guests with membership status. Moreover, they do not even have an official website.
The magicians are not easy to deal with. They feel that they have encountered a yin-yang contract, that is, the company does not provide accommodation, but creates a fake page to cheat them of their money.
You should know that the booking fee on this hotel’s official website is not cheap. It is only slightly lower than those other fully booked hotels, but it is still sky-high. The magicians here paid at least several thousand dollars.
And as more and more magicians arrived, they finally realized that this was a complete scam targeting them. But in this situation, it was unrealistic for them to track down who set up the fake webpage, so they could only cause trouble for the hotel.
The hotel is not a pushover. Anyone who dares to open a hotel on the Black Island must be either rich or involved in organized crime. No matter which one it is, it is impossible for them to allow so many weird people to block the door of their store and shout.
The security personnel rushed out immediately, but their original intention was just to drive the magicians away. However, as everyone knows, because of years of practicing black magic, the magicians' brains are more or less abnormal.
The previous vampire invasion and Schiller's Last Supper almost wiped them out. Now most of the magicians have not recovered yet. They are like frightened birds, and they see snakes in everything. People are in a panic for a while.
The security guard pushed too hard and one of the magicians got anxious and shot a fireball at the security guard's face.
The people of Gotham don't care where the cannonballs came from. They saw the attack with their own eyes, and everyone immediately yelled, "Get Down!" and then took out their weapons and started fighting back.
It can be said that the magicians have come here. When most people here encounter attacks with hot weapons, although their first reaction is to dodge, after ensuring their own safety, they will fight back with the most powerful attitude.
The receptionist pulled out a shotgun from under the counter and fired a shot. The bullet directly smashed an unlucky guy who was too close to set up a shield into pieces. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and a war broke out.
The hotel lobby was not big enough for them to perform, especially not enough for magicians to cast magic, so they withdrew and started fighting on the street. However, this was too close to the bar street. Although there were not many people in the bar in the morning, none of the people who could live on this island were good people. When they saw the fireballs, shells, and bullets, most people had to take out their weapons and fight back.
Then came the scene that Schiller and Gordon saw: a group of people were fighting on the streets of Black Island, and the fight was so intense that it was dark and chaotic.
The instigator of all this was Harley, who was hiding two streets away, ready to rush up to finish off the enemy and pick up the head. As she was leaning towards the fight, someone grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back.
Harley turned around and saw that it was Schiller. She sighed and said, "I thought Batman was calling. Fortunately it was you."
Seeing Schiller winking at her, Harley understood and said, "Okay, Professor, it was indeed me who did it, but you have to understand that I am also doing this for the good of Gotham."
Before Schiller could say anything, Gordon narrowed his eyes. Harley cleared her throat and said, "Listen to my explanation. Look, Gotham is getting better and better, right?"
"The significant difference between us and the past is that we are able to establish an order under our control, which is indeed good, but it does not mean that the chaos in the past has no value."
"At least our past reputation of chaos and senior crimes attracted these magicians. Of course, there are also mercenaries and assassins. In a sense, tourists also come here for this reputation."
"While this reputation is still valid, we can use the order we have established to reap the rewards of this group of people who come here for our reputation."
"Everyone is thinking, I will only come here once in my life, so it doesn't matter if it's a little expensive. Or even though the air tickets and hotels are very expensive, I will gain something by coming here. The magicians are after the souls of sinners, and the killers and mercenaries are after the intelligence. This will give them a sense of compensation and make them more willing to spend money."
"If you ask Wayne how much money he made from this island, you will understand that what I said makes sense. This operating model can add another good news to our year-end settlement."
"What you need to do, Chief Gordon, is to spend more of your precious time caring about the people at the bottom of the slums, and just pretend you didn't see what happened to these scumbags."
"We have to find a way to get her into our universe." Schiller said to himself, "I think she is the best heir to Arkham Sanatorium."
"But you said before that Peter is the best heir." Gray Mist said.
"Peter still has too much conscience."
"I've seen something different and changed my mind."
Schiller looked at Gordon's expression and knew that he was obviously moved. The sheriff was the last conscience of Gotham, but the point was not conscience, but the last one. When things had not yet reached the last moment, Gordon was still relatively flexible.
The main reason was that he thought so too. If the mercenaries and magicians were fighting, as long as ordinary people were not harmed, what business did he have? Even if he arranged for the police to come in now, both parties would dislike him for meddling in other people's business.
Gordon cleared his throat and said, "What did you call me?"
"Uh… Sheriff Gordon."
"I'm not the sheriff now. I'm here in a private capacity. Mainly..." Gordon turned to look at Schiller, "Their fight was too noisy and disturbed our respected professor."
(End of this chapter)