OBS Chapter 3579 Edge of Tomorrow (25)
Chapter 3579 Edge of Tomorrow (25)
Chapter 3579: Edge of Tomorrow (Twenty-Five)
Because he had to teach the basic course again, Schiller had to dig out the lesson plan from a long time ago. However, he had basically forgotten the content above, and some theories seemed a bit outdated now, so he was busy revising the lesson plan recently.
In addition, his doctoral students and graduate students seemed to feel that the thesis had been delayed for too long, and finally found their conscience, and recently sent him several versions with significant changes. Although there was still no hope of graduation, Schiller had to respond seriously, even if it was just superficial work.
Because he was really working hard, Brainiac didn't bother him. But the continuous work for several days made Schiller more stressed. He felt that if he continued to work like this, when the freshmen arrived, they would face an unprecedented storm.
Just at this moment, a call from Harley saved him.
"Hello? Professor? There's a meeting at the Tomorrow Alliance tonight. Do you want to come?"
"Of course." Schiller quickly closed the computer and said, "No need to wait until tonight. I'll be there now."
After saying that, ignoring Brainiac's shouts, Schiller quickly walked out the door and drove to the mansion on the Gotham River.
Unexpectedly, even so, he was still late. When he arrived, almost everyone was there. Harley, who organized the meeting, hadn't arrived yet, but Scarecrow, Mr. Freeze, the Joker, Killer Croc, and others had all arrived.
With this enthusiasm, Harley may be the most prestigious clown girl in the entire multiverse.
As soon as Schiller walked in, he heard Jonathan complaining: "Oh my God, why do I have to teach a basic psychology course? You don't know how angry Schiller was at those students..."
As soon as he said this, he turned around and saw Schiller. Jonathan's expression froze. But Schiller did not refute. He sat next to the round table and said, "Aren't you a professor in the Department of Chemistry?"
"Yeah, so I still have to teach the basic courses in the Chemistry Department." Jonathan pulled his hair hard and said, "And just because I haven't published a paper in two years, that damn artificial intelligence forced me to write a paper on the technology of fear gas and publish it! Is this thing publishable?!"
Victor didn't look very energetic, and dozed off in a chair by the wall. When he saw Schiller coming, he yawned, opened his eyes with great effort, and said, "I've been in the lab for two all-nighters, and I have to help Billy with his homework when I go back later..."
Schiller looked at Killer Croc again. It was hard to tell what was going on on his scaly face. He was just playing with the cards in his hand.
"My company has recently hired a lot of new people, and I'm busy training them. Brainiac has given me a lot of good jobs, including moving, hauling, and decorating. I'm very busy. Many of my scales have fallen off due to the sun, and I finally found time to come here."
"Don't look at me," Jack said. "I drove from the dock to West Suburb Park six times yesterday and had two tires blown and didn't have time to change them. Brainiac also insisted on playing his shitty music in the car..."
Schiller thought he was already very tired, but after hearing their experiences, he felt that his job was quite easy. At least he spent most of his time in the office looking at the computer. Although pure mental labor was a bit boring, it was still better than working in a factory or a laboratory.
Brainiac found a class for everyone. But he did not exploit people endlessly. Instead, he arranged work tasks according to the limits of human body and physiology. At the same time, he tempted people with benefits to bring out their potential, making people feel that "since we are here, we might as well take this opportunity to earn more."
It is indeed tiring, but the pie in the sky is indeed edible, and there is a great sense of accomplishment in the work. It can basically be said that it has achieved the ideal working state for human beings.
But then again, the ideal state of labor for humans is not to work, so even if everyone can still bear it, they will very much need some leisure time to be lazy and slack off.
But Brainiac was indeed very advanced, and it was difficult to succeed in slacking off in front of him, so there had to be a reasonable excuse. This led to Harley making a phone call, and everyone arrived at the fastest speed, aggressively and ready to go.
The last time this happened was when criminals from Arkham Asylum in another universe escaped from prison to fight Batman.
All we can say is that every era has its own Batman.
Soon, the two-faced Harvey arrived. He looked the most energetic among all of them. Schiller didn't even need to guess, he knew that the first word he would say would be "Christine".
"Christine has asked me to go to a play tonight, so I can only stay for about half an hour. If you have anything to say, please say it quickly and don't delay my date." Harvey said, looking at his watch.
He immediately paid the price for his remarks - he had to use his arms to block the hurling of ladyfingers, playing card packages, decorative dried flowers and dice.
"Hey...hey! You are jealous!" Harvey shouted while waving his hands.
"Enough of that talk. Let's play a couple of hands," Schiller said, already shuffling the cards. "I can't believe I haven't played poker in a week. Who's the banker?"
Jack rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll do it. I'll have good luck as the banker in the first round."
"You're sitting at the gun point?" Victor glanced at Schiller and asked, "I remember you never won when you were sitting at the gun point."
"I've never won sitting anywhere else, so this is it."
Several people sat down and began to deal cards. Schiller just turned over his cards when he saw a message appear on the phone beside the table:
"My, your luck is terrible, Professor. I suggest you just quit this game and get back to your paper."
Schiller snatched the phone away.
As expected, he lost the game. Although Schiller's card-playing skills were not top-notch, he was good at calculations and could roughly know what cards other people had by observing them. But his luck was really bad. How could he win with a single hand of cards?
"Go down." Schiller waved his hand and said to Jack, "Let Brainiac deal the cards. Maybe the artificial intelligence can change my luck."
Pamela and Deathstroke, who arrived later, also joined the card game. So when Harley arrived, she saw a group of people playing cards around the table.
"What are you doing!" Harley slammed the table and shouted, "This is the Bad Guys League, not the Seniors Club! No playing cards allowed!"
"That's right, playing cards is a waste of time!" Brainiac agreed.
Ten minutes later, Harley slammed the cards in her hand onto the table, put her hands on her hips and said, "I have a straight flush with Aces, how can you win?!"
Schiller threw the full house in his hand on the table with a bit of helplessness. He had a good hand, but he didn't expect to encounter a novice protection period. Harley's cards were bigger and bigger. She won all the rounds in the past few rounds, and the chips were almost piled up into a mountain.
"Ah!" Harley suddenly cried out, looked down at her watch and said, "Oh my God, how many rounds have we played? It's already 10:30!"
"I've warned you guys multiple times," Brainiac said. "At 9:00 you said you wanted another round, and at 10 you said you wanted another round. You're not going to want another round, are you?"
"Forget it, it's too late today." Harry said, "Let's go home."
"Did you forget something?" Schiller poured out the ice in his glass and said, "You called us here just to play cards?"
"Oh, no!" Harry patted his head and said, "It's all your fault. I said I didn't want to fight, but you insisted on dragging me to fight. I almost forgot about the main thing."
She cleared her throat, stood up on her chair, waved her hand and said, "Look at me! Look at me! Stop counting the chips. What's the point of counting that little money?!"
"I declare that our Tomorrow Alliance has received the first order! Applause!!!"
The people around the table clapped in unison. Harley also raised her head and chest, looked around, and nodded to the people below from time to time. Soon she made a gesture to end the meeting and said:
"Although we are bad guys, we still have to have basic professional ethics, so I cannot disclose the information of my employer here..."
"My employer is me," Brainiac said. "There is a group of people on Diamond Street who are secretly planning a terrorist attack to overthrow my rule. I hope you can help me kill them."
Harley was so angry that she threw her phone to the ground.
Half a day later, he remembered that the phone was his, so he had to jump down to pick it up. After picking it up, he blew away the dust on it and said, "Well, you damn guy, you'd better prepare your reward, otherwise I'll throw you into the septic tank..."
"It's done. Everyone can have three days off."
In an instant, the applause was several times louder than before.
Schiller had to admit that Brainiac had indeed achieved perfection in grasping human nature.
As for money, in fact, none of the people present here are short of money to the point where they would trade their lives for money. Even if they don't make extra money, at most they are a little tight on money, but they are not so tight that they can't afford to eat.
Moreover, they are not the kind of people who love money like their life. They just need enough money to spend, and the rest of the time is used to realize their self-worth and seek spiritual satisfaction.
So if Brainiac offered a high price, few people would support him. But if he gave him a holiday, and it lasted for three days, and no one would disturb him during the three days, so he could have a good vacation, then anyone who was too busy would be tempted. Schiller was no exception.
"Okay," Harley said, raising her hand, "Deathstroke is a professional killer, let him talk about his opinion next."
Deathstroke said as he loaded the gun: "The answer is right there on the riddle, dear lady, you've already said it - I'm a professional killer."
The gauntlet brushed the gun, and a crisp "click" sound was heard when the gun was loaded. Deathstroke raised the gun and put his eyes close to the scope.
With a "bang", the bullet flew out of the muzzle, spinning through the air and shooting straight into the man's forehead. Blood and brain matter burst out like a volcanic eruption.
His face was filled with fear, his eyes were wide open, and the man fell slowly down like a tree that had been sawed deep into the ground.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"
Screams pierced the sky over Diamond Street.
(End of this chapter)