The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"What's going on? Why didn't the new director answer the phone?"

"The mercenary who contacted me before couldn't be contacted either..."

"Has anyone gone to Arkham Asylum to take a look? Why was there a sudden curfew there? Who gave the new director the courage?"

"Come on, you go, I won't go. If I'm photographed again, I'll be finished..."

"There are traps everywhere there, who dares to go there?"

"Try to contact him with a different number. I don't believe he dares to go against us!"

Such words kept spreading in the shelters and safe houses. It can be said that Schiller has now become a hot figure in the upper class. All the bigwigs in Gotham are contacting him.

But he lost contact.

Arkham Asylum has become the most closed fortress in Gotham.

The emergency restrictions designed by Batman but almost never really worked took effect, trapping each criminal in a cell based on their different weaknesses.

Of course, not all of them, occasionally a few of the more powerful ones ran out. But isn't this a coincidence? The corridors are full of traps.

All the criminals' escape plans ended in failure. Arkham Asylum finally completed the duty of a lunatic prison for the first time today - trapping the lunatics here.

Some people may think that the criminals are controlled by Bruce, so why should they run out?

That's because Bruce is also trapped here.

Schiller did not show him any leniency. The door of the activity room was directly locked. When Bruce found out, it was too late, and he couldn't run out.

It took a long time to open the door, and guess what? There were high-power ultraviolet lights outside, plus the freezing gun left when Victor came to discuss the trap design.

Bruce thought the activity room was pretty good.

The criminals in Arkham Asylum couldn't get out, which meant that the upper class's investment in crime had failed. The knives they used to disrupt the lives of ordinary people could not be pulled out. What consequences would there be?

The first and most serious one, of course, is panic.

The group of mud-legged people who had always been trampled under their feet dared to set up a trap for them, causing their ugly deeds to be exposed, and letting those outsiders come to add insult to injury. If they were not given a taste of their own medicine, wouldn't anyone dare to do the same?

But the fastest way they could think of to retaliate against ordinary people was to get super criminals to commit crimes. But now this fastest way is not working. Doesn't that mean that they can't teach ordinary people a lesson in the first place?

This is not a simple face, but involves the issue of prestige.

How does a person establish prestige?

Of course, it is to do what you say and to integrate knowledge and action. If you do it once and twice, others will think that you can do it every time, and naturally they will believe and admire you.

For the upper class, making the lower class believe that they are unshakable is the cornerstone for them to step on their heads so rightfully, and it is the basis for them to cover the trash can.

They solve every resistance with thundering means, so people think they are unresistible.

That's why people like Ruth exist - they have everything and opportunities, but they choose to be dogs even when they can resist.

Humans can be domesticated. The key to domestication is the whip held by the upper class - super criminals.

Once people in a certain area are not honest, they will whip them, using the destruction of super criminals to destroy their houses, lose their jobs, and put them in debt, leaving them on the streets, with no chance of turning over.

Over time, those who don't want to fall to this point will naturally learn to be obedient.

Later, even without the whip, they will be obedient, and even if they are given the opportunity to bite, they will not open their mouths, and they will be completely tamed.

But now, someone has shown his fangs, and they can't find the whip. This will lead to the prestige they have established by whipping again and again being shaken.

Those who were once domesticated by them began to have doubts, and even began to think, wondering if they couldn't find the whip, or simply guessed if they had broken their hands or even died.

What's more, there are too many jackals in this city that have never been domesticated. They lowered their bodies, closed their mouths, pretending to be a tamed dog, but once there was a flaw, they would immediately rush up and bite off a piece of meat fiercely.

When Gordon received Fiona's call, he was stunned. He said to the other end of the phone in disbelief: "What did you say? You caught Boll?!"

"Yes, he is hiding in a house in the suburbs. My friends and I have controlled him. When will you come?"

Gordon paused and said: "Don't be too excited, don't do anything to him. We will send him to court and let him stand trial."

"Don't worry, I... Hey, stop! Hick! What are you doing?! Stop it!!!!"

There was a violent noise from the other end of the phone, followed by roars and screams. Gordon's heart was getting heavier and heavier. He quickly asked someone to drive.

When he arrived at Fiona's address, there were only two bodies on the ground.

One of them was the body of Gotham's steel tycoon, Paul.

Ambulances and other police cars followed closely behind. But what gave Gordon a split headache was that the reporter also came and rushed into the room with a long spear and a short cannon. But at this time the police were carrying a stretcher out, and they took a photo of Boer's face, which was beaten to the bloody state.

Looking at the stretcher passing by in front of him, Gordon really didn't know how to evaluate it. He just felt that this shouldn't be like this. What force is constantly rotating the wheels when the engine is not started, which is shockingly ridiculous.

Soon, the police also brought the murderer out - a young man with blood on his head. And Fiona followed him.

Fiona looked at Gordon with a sorry look and said, "I know you may not believe it, but I really didn't let them kill!"

"He's the only one who did it?" Gordon looked at him seriously.

"Shik...Shik ran away." Fiona closed her eyes and said, "He has a sister, he can't be caught."

"Where did you find them?"

"It's all my friends, friends from the same neighborhood. They feel very angry when they hear about my father."

"That's all?"

"I don't know," Fiona said, "maybe I was impulsive, but... I didn't think too much when I knew Boer was here."

"Where did you know he's here?"

"The cableman gave me the message."

"Who is the informant?"

"Sorry, I really can't say that this will hurt him."

The cars came and went in front of the villa, which was very lively. And the next street, which is only one street, is so deserted that there is no one.

A young man in a jacket squatted at the corner of the alley, wiping the blood from his forehead. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number, then said to the other side: "The matter is done, doctor. When will the money be paid?"

"Yes, thank you very much. Actually, even if you don't give the money, I want to do this. If it weren't for Boer's nephew, that damn bastard, my sister wouldn't have been paralyzed in the bed!"

"Okay, I get it. I'll pass it as fast as possible."

The young man put down the phone, walked through the streets and alleys with skillful speed, pried open a car, and passed by the police car that was rushing to here without stopping at all.

He drove into the city, walked for more than ten minutes, and finally entered a house outside the chaotic slum.

A figure was sitting by the window waiting for him. The young man walked over and saw a beautiful woman.

"Hello, where is the stuff?"

The young man took out something from his pocket, which was a miniature camera with video storage components connected behind it.

He threw the thing to the woman. He turned around and wanted to leave, but he didn't expect to hear the woman say, "Someone is going to pick up your sister, she can't stay at home for the time being. This is the address of the hospital."

The young man suddenly turned around and looked at the woman. The woman waved her hand and said, "Don't look at me like this, I'm also entrusted by others. I'm just a thief. Where did I get such great skills to arrange for admission to the hospital?"

The young man still took the note, looked back at the woman, and walked out.

The catwoman looked at his back, shook his head, and said as if he was sighing, "I really don't know how many more people will be brought into it."

Another deeper woman's voice responded to her: "Of course the more, the better."

Ruth squeezed in from the narrow back door, holding the hospital's test report. She took the micro camera and storage device from the Catwoman's hand and said, "Only by letting more people know that rich people are also humans, they will be injured and die, so there will be more people in this world, and Not a dog.”

"I have no interest in humans or dogs." The catwoman curled her hair with her fingertips, "I'm just a cat."

Ruth said to him before turning around and leaving, "If you don't want to get involved in this matter, now is your last chance to leave. Next, anyone may become the one who sacrifices."

"I don't think you understand what I mean." The cat girl walked to the door, lowered her head and lighted her cigarette gracefully, and said, "I mean to say I am a cat, who is the fucking messing with me? I'll let him see some blood."

Ruth sneered and said, "You better think clearly who messed with you."

The catwoman stopped talking. She stood at the door and watched Ruth get into the car and leave. She shook a bunch of keys in her hand, quietly sucked a cigarette, turned around and walked out.

The exhausted Fiona returned home. This place can't be called home anymore. Her mother returned to her parents' home in the central city, but she was unwilling to go back, so she stayed. This place is just an empty house now.

After changing her shoes at the door, she moved her slippers inside, feeling ache all over her body, especially her headache as if it was about to explode.

But as soon as she walked into the living room, she saw a graceful figure standing in front of the cabinet, looking at her father's portrait.

"Who are you?!" Fiona took two steps back vigilantly.

The woman turned around and had a wild, exquisite face, with a cigarette on her fingers, but it didn't light it. She put down the photo in her hand, looked at Fiona and said, "I am your father's friend. I heard you were in some trouble, so I came to help you."

"Why have I never heard of you?!" Fiona did not relax her vigilance at all. She reached out to touch her waist, but suddenly remembered that her gun had been confiscated by Gordon.

She lowered her head in annoyance, but the next second she felt a breeze blowing on her side. The woman, like a ghost, touched her back and grabbed her wrist.

"I thought you really had a gun." Some playful tone sounded in Fiona's ears. Fiona stumbled forward, and the woman actually came around to the front of the sofa again.

"I have no ill will towards you, I just want to remind you of something."

"What?" Fiona asked instinctively.

"People like your father have helped many people, but he may not even know it. The existence of a warrior has created space for others to survive. There are more people than you can imagine who are grateful to him and want to follow him."

"I know that." Fiona raised her head high and said, "He is a hero, you don't need to tell me that!"

"What I mean is that if you want to completely encroach on the little living space left for ordinary people, you must kill such warriors."

The woman's tone became colder, and she said, "Not only must he have a bad end, but their entire family must also die without a burial place. This will deter others."

As soon as the voice fell, with a bang, the glass in the living room was shattered.

The glass fragments scratched Fiona's face, and she screamed. The next second, someone picked her up by the waist, flew directly into the air, and was thrown into the corridor on the second floor.