OBS Chapter 3301 Bloody New City (5)
Chapter 3301 Bloody New City (5)
Chapter 3301 Bloodshed in New City (Fifty)
"What's going on? Why isn't the new dean answering the phone?"
"I can't get in touch with the mercenary I contacted before..."
"Has anyone gone to Arkham Asylum to take a look? Why is there suddenly martial law there? Who gave the new director the courage?"
"Come on, you go ahead. I won't go. If someone takes a picture of me again, I'll be finished..."
"There are traps everywhere. Who dares to go there?"
"Try to contact him with a different number. I don't believe he would dare to go against us!"
Such words continued to spread 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 became Gotham's most closed fortress.
The emergency restraints that Batman had devised but almost never actually worked worked, trapping each criminal in their cells based on their different weaknesses.
Of course, not all of them, occasionally a few of the more powerful ones escaped. But isn't this a coincidence? The corridor is full of traps.
All the criminals' escape plans failed. Arkham Asylum finally fulfilled its duty as a lunatic prison for the first time today - trapping the lunatics here.
Some people may think that the criminals are under Bruce's control, so why should they run away?
That's because Bruce is trapped here too.
Schiller did not show him any mercy. The door to the activity room was locked. When Bruce found out, it was too late and he could not escape.
After a lot of effort, I finally opened the door. Guess what? There were high-powered UV lights outside, plus a freezing gun that Victor had left behind when he came to discuss trap design.
Bruce thought the activity room was pretty good too.
The criminals in Arkham Asylum cannot get out, which means that the investment of the upper class in crime has failed. The knives they used to disrupt the lives of ordinary people cannot be pulled out. What consequences will there be?
The first and most serious one, of course, is panic.
The peasants who had always been trampled under their feet dared to set up a trap for them, causing their ugly deeds to be exposed, allowing those outsiders to add insult to injury. If they were not given a lesson, wouldn't anyone dare to do the same?
But the fastest way they can think of to retaliate against ordinary people is to send super criminals to commit crimes. But now this fastest way doesn't work. Doesn't that mean they can't teach ordinary people a lesson in the first place?
This is not simply a matter of face, but involves a question of prestige.
How does one establish prestige?
Of course, it means 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 they will naturally believe and admire you.
For the upper class, making the lower class believe that they are unshakable is the cornerstone on which they can step on their heads so naturally and the basis on which they can put a lid on the trash can.
They resolved every resistance with thundering means, which is why people felt that they were irresistible.
That’s why people like Ruth exist – she has everything and is not lacking in opportunities, but even when she can resist, she chooses to be someone else’s dog.
Human beings can be domesticated. The key to domestication is the whip held by the upper class - super criminals.
Once the people in a certain area are not honest, they will whip them and use the destruction of super criminals to destroy their houses, lose their jobs, and leave them in debt, living 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 on, they would be obedient even without a whip, and even if they were given the opportunity to bite, they would not open their mouths. They were completely tamed.
But now, someone has bared his fangs, but they can't find the whip. This will lead to the prestige they have built up through repeated beatings being shaken.
Those creatures that were once tamed by them began to have doubts and even started to think, wondering if they couldn't find the whip, or simply wondering if they had broken their hands or were even dead.
What's more, there are too many jackals in this city that have never been domesticated. They lower their bodies, close their mouths, and pretend to be tamed dogs, but once there is a flaw, they will 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 Paul?!"
"Yes, he is hiding in a house in the suburbs. My friends and I have already controlled him. When will you come?"
Gordon paused and said, "Don't get too excited. Don't hit him. We're going to take him to court and let him stand trial."
"Don't worry, I... Hey, stop! Shik! What are you doing?! Stop it!!!"
There was a loud noise from the other end of the line, followed by roars and screams. Gordon's heart sank more and more. He quickly asked someone to drive the car.
When he arrived at Fiona's address, there were only two bodies left on the ground.
One of them is the body of Gotham's steel tycoon, Paul.
The ambulance and other police cars followed closely behind. But what gave Gordon a headache was that the reporters also came, rushing into the house with their cameras. At this moment, the police were carrying a stretcher out, and they took a picture of Boll's face, which was beaten to a bloody pulp.
Looking at the stretcher passing by him, Gordon really didn't know how to comment. He just felt that this shouldn't be the case. There was some force that kept spinning the wheels without the engine starting, which was ridiculous and shocking.
Soon, the police brought out the murderer, a young man with blood all over his head, and Fiona followed behind him.
Fiona looked at Gordon apologetically and said, "I know you may not believe it, but I really didn't ask them to kill anyone!"
"Was he the only one who took action?" Gordon asked, looking at him seriously.
"Sik...Sik ran away." Fiona closed her eyes and said, "He has a sister. He can't be caught."
"Where did you find them?"
"They were all my friends, friends from the same neighborhood. They were all very angry when they heard about what happened to my father."
"That's all?"
"I don't know," Fiona said, "Maybe I was impulsive, but... when I knew Paul was here, I didn't have time to think too much."
"How did you know he was here?"
"An informant gave me the news."
"Who is the informant?"
"I'm sorry, I really can't tell you. It will hurt him."
There were cars coming and going in front of the villa, and it was very lively. But the street next door, which was only one street away, was so deserted that there was 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 end: "It's done, doctor. When will the money arrive?"
"Yes, thank you very much. In fact, even if you don't give me money, I would still want to do this. If it weren't for Paul's nephew, that damn bastard, my sister wouldn't be paralyzed in bed!"
"Okay, I got it. I'll get there as quickly as I can."
The young man put down the phone, crossed the streets at a skilled speed, pried open a car, and passed by a police car that was rushing here, but did not stop at all.
We drove into the city after many turns and walked for another ten minutes before finally entering a house on the outskirts of a chaotic slum.
A figure was sitting by the window waiting for him. The young man walked over and saw a beautiful woman.
"Hello, where's your stuff?"
The young man took something out of his pocket. It was a miniature camera with a video storage device connected to the back.
He threw the things to the woman and turned to leave, but he heard the woman say, "Someone has gone 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 that. I was also entrusted by someone. I'm just a thief. How can I be so powerful as to arrange for admission to the hospital?"
The young man took the note, looked back at the woman, and walked out.
Catwoman stared at his back, shook her head, and said with a sigh, "I don't know how many more people will be involved."
Another, deeper female voice responded: "Of course the more the better."
Ruth squeezed in through the narrow back door, holding the hospital's test report in her hand. She took the micro camera and storage device from Catwoman, and then said, "Only if more people know that rich people are also human beings, who can get hurt and die, can there be more people in this world instead of dogs."
"I have no interest in people or dogs." Catwoman curled her hair with her fingertips and said, "I'm just a cat."
Before Ruth turned and left, she said to him, "If you don't want to get involved in this, now is your last chance to leave. From now on, anyone could be the one sacrificed."
"I think you didn't understand what I meant." Catwoman walked to the door leisurely, lowered her head elegantly to light a cigarette, and then said, "I said I'm a cat, and I mean that if anyone messes with me, I'll make him bleed."
Ruth sneered and said, "You'd better figure out who provoked you."
Catwoman stopped talking. She stood at the door and watched Ruth get into the car and leave. She shook the key in her hand, smoked a cigarette quietly, and turned to walk out.
Fiona returned home exhausted. This place couldn't really be called home anymore. Her mother had gone back to her parents' home in Central City, but she didn't want to go back, so she stayed. This place was just an empty house now.
After changing her shoes at the door, she moved inside in her slippers, feeling pain all over her body, especially her head, which felt like it was going to explode.
But as soon as she walked into the living room, she saw a graceful figure standing in front of the cupboard, looking at her father's portrait.
"Who are you?!" Fiona took two steps back warily.
The woman turned around, with a wild, exquisite face, and a cigarette between her fingers, but she didn't light it. She put down the photo in her hand, looked at Fiona and said, "I'm a friend of your father. I heard that you were in some trouble, so I came to help you."
"How come I've never heard of you?!" Fiona didn't let down her guard at all. She reached for 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 face. The woman came up behind her like a ghost and grabbed her wrist.
"I thought you really had a gun." A 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 so many people, maybe even he doesn't know it. The very existence of the Warriors makes room for others to survive. There are more people than you can imagine who appreciate 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 we want to completely devour the little living space left for ordinary people, we must kill warriors like this."
The woman's tone turned cold. She said, "Not only must he be killed, but his entire family must also be killed without a burial place. This will deter others."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang and the glass in the living room was shattered.
Shards of glass slashed Fiona's face, and she screamed. The next second, she was picked up by the waist, flew into the air, and thrown into the corridor on the second floor.