mtl008 Chapter 2337 Gotham Music Chapter (76)
Chapter 2337 Gotham Music Chapter (76)
Chapter 2337 Gotham Music Festival (Part )
Peter's injury was not serious. Although Deathstroke was also a genetically modified human, his setting was more inclined towards omnipotence and tactical. He had no special performance in terms of strength. He could not cause much damage to Spider-Man by punching him twice with his bare hands.
"Why you?" Bruce asked curiously.
Peter looked away.
Bruce stared at him.
Peter sighed and said, "Well, I heard that he was a killer. In order to stop his evil behavior, I hacked into his email and helped him delete some inappropriate jobs."
"You deserved the beating you received."
"But that's not the point. The point is that I didn't delete them completely. Those emails were left in the recycle bin. So when other Spider-Men hacked in, they found that Deathstroke had deleted those high-priced but unjust orders. That's why they desperately sent emails to Deathstroke to say hello, because they thought he might be a hidden hero."
Bruce covered his eyes.
"By the way." Bruce looked at Peter and said, "Have you heard any news from the FBI during the time you've been here?"
Peter thought about it seriously and said, "No, I haven't heard from the FBI for a long time. I heard from the locals in Gotham that they can't enter the city."
"That was true in the past." Bruce looked worried. He said, "Since the situation in Gotham has improved, more and more strange people have started to enter here. It can only be said that there are two sides to a coin."
"Although I don't like the FBI's violent methods, do you think they are unable to shoulder the responsibility of strengthening the security of this city?"
"I'm afraid their primary purpose for coming here is not to improve law and order here." Bruce shook his head slightly and said, "Their violent means are usually not for maintaining law and order."
"You don't want them to come in?" Peter saw Bruce's resistance and said, "But you are doomed to be unable to refuse people from entering after the city becomes better, then you will have no way to prevent the infiltration of agents."
"I don't view this city as my own private property," Bruce said. "Anyone has the right to come here, but if they're going to do something against me before they even get in, I'm afraid I'll have to fight back."
That's right, Schiller cheered for Bruce in his heart, and quickly went to do the main task. Those people who mixed in with the crowd of tourists will be your biggest concern in the future.
Bruce stood up. He didn't seem to want to wait any longer. Peter stood up with him. The injuries on their faces had almost healed. He said, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I'm afraid there is." Bruce said, "I need some manpower to find the murderer of a serial murder case in the city." Bruce did not tell Gordon directly about the FBI. He still didn't want Gordon to face too much pressure.
So he simply summarized it as a serial murder case. He said, "It's not that the police can't do this, but after all, the police in Gotham are ordinary people, and the serial murderer is particularly cruel. If you come, we can reduce some manpower losses."
"I'm honored to be able to help." Peter said, "But there is a more troublesome fact, the bell is still giving us trouble."
"Just do your best." What Bruce actually wanted to say was that Deathstroke's behavior against Spider-Man was just a small prank, a bit like having some fun when he had nothing to do, rather than really doing anything to Spider-Man.
Bruce has investigated this extremely famous mercenary master. It seems that Deathstroke particularly likes to pick on teenagers and seems to get pleasure from beating them. This is probably one of his ways to participate in music festivals.
However, this is not the case for the FBI. Mercenaries like Deathstroke and the FBI cannot possibly have no conflicts. It is no exaggeration to say that many times, Deathstroke's mission targets are unable to resist him, and the biggest resistance he encounters is these violent law enforcement agencies.
Although the FBI often does not do its job, it is still a law enforcement agency after all. No matter how powerful Deathstroke is, he is a killer who is not tolerated by an orderly society. The FBI's opponent is just a tactical master, while Deathstroke's opponent is the American state apparatus and even the entire society.
Therefore, the confrontation between them was not one-sided with Deathstroke having the upper hand. In most cases, the two sides were evenly matched. Occasionally, Deathstroke would suffer a loss. As for the losses of the FBI, no one cared. The new agents were like leeks, there would be another crop after each one was harvested.
In this situation, Deathstroke will definitely seize every opportunity to get back at the plate. Even if it is just to weaken the FBI for a short period of time, it can reduce a lot of pressure for his subsequent tasks.
So it’s better for Spider-Men to have a Deathstroke chasing after them. The tactic of killing someone with a borrowed knife is not only used by the FBI.
Bruce left soon as he still had a lot of things to deal with. Schiller wanted to go back to the guest room upstairs to sleep, but his housekeeper called him and said someone was visiting, so Schiller had to drive home.
Before he entered the manor, he saw Oliver waiting at the door. Oliver walked towards him with a smile and said, "I thought there would be a welcoming party just for me. I missed a lot, right?"
Schiller didn't want to pretend anymore because he had already completed his mission to mess with Gordon, but unfortunately, Oliver's visit made it impossible for him to go to bed even if he didn't pretend to be arrogant with a disordered schedule.
The advantage of pretending to be arrogant at this moment is that if he is not a doctor, there is no need to take care of the patients' emotions and try his best to answer every one of their questions. Greedy is not sure whether he can perfectly fulfill the duties of a doctor in his current sleepy and dizzy state, and he does not want to ruin his reputation.
Then just experience the day of arrogance completely. It's also good to be a mentally ill person who says whatever he wants.
Schiller and Oliver walked towards the manor. Oliver said as he walked, "Sorry, I'm a little early. I know you won't get up so early when you don't have classes."
“Usually,” Schiller said.
The two sat down on the sofa. Merkel brought hot tea. Oliver looked out the window through the mist of the tea. The trees along the road had turned yellow at this time, and part of the mountain view that could be seen through the long windows of the manor had become as red as the flames in the fireplace.
"I've decided not to go back to Mexico for now." Oliver rested his hands on his knees and said, "Ms. Romanov has a point. If I always stand high above them and want to save them, and they are so dependent on me, then this will never be their own struggle."
“That could make things worse,” Schiller said.
"It is true for a period of time, but my departure does not mean that I will forget about it forever. I will continue to pay attention to the situation. Once an incident occurs that may lead to irreversible consequences, I will try my best to get everything back on track."
Schiller nodded silently. He lowered his eyes and looked a little tired. This look only flashed by, but was caught by Oliver. Oliver stood up and said, "I'm sorry, I came too early, Professor. I came to you to say that I want to rent a house in Gotham, but I'm not a local after all, so I don't know where the location is good. I hope you can give me some advice."
"But there's no rush. You should take a rest first. Maybe I can go around the city with the real estate agent."
Schiller shook his head and said, "You can find any type of agency in this city, arms, drug trafficking, war, but there is no housing. Landlords of houses in good locations will not rent them to outsiders."
"Why?" Oliver asked curiously.
"Gotham used to be in bad shape, and anyone who seemed to come here knowing that was the case was either in big trouble or was already a big problem. The landlord didn't want to cause any trouble."
Oliver nodded in understanding. Schiller paused, as if thinking, and then said to Merkel: "Go get the phone book."
“Which one?” Merkel asked.
"The one on the right shelf," Schiller said, frowning.
Soon Merkel brought a phone book, but Schiller didn't look at it and just asked Merkel to hand the phone book to Oliver.
Oliver didn't open it, but he thought there might be the landlord's phone number in it, so he said, "If the call goes through, should I tell them I was introduced by someone?"
"Yes, just tell me my name." Schiller nodded.
In fact, he only had a vague impression of everything about DC. When he was rummaging through his memory bank, he occasionally came across some scraps, but he could still remember how Pride lived his daily life.
Because DC lags behind Marvel in terms of era, we have been using a phone book for a long time, and most of the phone numbers used in daily life are also recorded in the phone book.
Schiller vaguely remembered that the book on the right side of the shelf should have the phone numbers of some local people Schiller knew. Oliver could call them one by one and should be able to find the landlord.
In fact, Schiller should have called Oliver Cobblepot directly, but because of the music festival, Cobblepot had been too busy recently, and Schiller couldn't get through on the phone before. There was no need to bother this Gotham rookie with such a small matter as renting a house, and any local could do it.
"I'm sorry for disturbing you again." Oliver nodded to Schiller, then left the manor with the phone book.
He came by car, and after walking out of the manor, he went straight to his car parked on the side of the road and got in. He did not drive away immediately, but planned to make a phone call first, and then drive directly there after finding out the destination.
Oliver opened the phone book and found that it only had phone numbers and names written on it. It did not say what these people did. He scratched his head in confusion, but thought that it was possible that these were all locals, so he decided to call them one by one to ask.
The phone was connected after two beeps. Oliver pinched the hinge of the phone book and said, "Hello, I want to rent a house. Can you find me a house with convenient transportation, a private bathroom and kitchen, and an office area? My introducer is Schiller Rodriguez."
There was an eerie silence from the other side.
Oliver wondered if his requirements were too high. He said, "I really want a bachelor apartment. I can pay $300 a week for it. But if that's difficult, an ordinary single room is also fine, but it must have an office desk. I need to complete some news work."
Oliver was not completely without social life experience. He first reported a high-end house type, then said he was willing to offer a high rent to show his financial strength, then emphasized that there must be an office space, and partially revealed the job he was going to do, so that he could show that his job was stable and he could pay the rent on time. "
"What's your name?" asked the other side.
Oliver felt that the accent of the person on the other end was a bit strange, but not because it was non-standard, but because it was too standard. Gotham locals still have some accents when they speak, but the person on the other end sounded like a newscaster.
Oliver knew that he couldn't say his real name because he was already a wanted criminal, but the key was the last name Quinn. There were too many people named Oliver in the world, so he just had to change his last name.
"Oliver Dursley." Oliver made up a last name and said, "A newspaper reporter from the West Coast. He might work here for a year or so."
(End of this chapter)