Chapter 3327: Bloody New City (50)

Chapter 3301 Bloody New City (Fifty)

"What's going on? Why doesn't the new dean answer the phone?"

"The mercenaries I contacted before could not be contacted..."

"Did anyone go to Arkham Asylum to see? Why is there suddenly martial law there? Who gave the new dean the courage?"

"Come on, go, I won't. If someone photographs me again, I'll be all..."

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

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

Such words continue to spread among shelters and safe houses. It can be said that Schiller has now become a hot figure in the upper class. All the big guys in Gotham are contacting him.

But he lost contact.

Arkham Asylum became the most closed fortress in Gotham.

The emergency restrictions designed by Batman but almost never really worked, trapping each criminal in a cell.

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

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

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

That's because Bruce was also trapped here.

Schiller didn't give him a glimpse. The door of the activity room was locked directly. It was too late when Bruce discovered it, and he couldn't run out.

I spent a long time opening the door, guess what? There are all high-power ultraviolet lights outside, plus the frozen gun left by Victor when he came to discuss trap design.

Bruce thinks the activity room is pretty good too.

The criminals in the Arkham Asylum cannot get out, which means that the upper class has failed to invest in crime. The knife they used to disrupt the lives of ordinary people could not be pulled out. What consequences will be produced?

The first and most serious thing is panic.

The group of mud legs that were always trampled by them dared to set a plan for them. The scandal that caused them was exposed and those out-of-towners took the blame. If they don’t give them some colors, wouldn’t anyone dare to do this?

But the fastest way they can think of to take revenge on ordinary people is to get super criminals to commit crimes. But now this fastest method is not easy to use. Wouldn't that mean that they can't teach ordinary people a lesson as soon as possible?

This is not simply a matter of face, but involves prestige.

How can a person establish prestige?

Of course, it is about doing what you want and integrating knowledge and action. If you do it once or twice, others will feel that you can do it every time, and naturally you will believe and admire you.

For the upper class, making the lower class believe that they are unshakable is the cornerstone that they can step on their heads so naturally, and the basis for them to put a lid on the trash can.

They used thunder to resolve every resistance, so it made people feel that they could not resist.

That's why there are people like Ruth - they obviously have everything and there is no shortage of opportunities, but they just want to be a dog for people when they can resist.

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

Once people in a certain area are not honest, they will whip up with a whip and use the destruction of super criminals to destroy their houses, lose their jobs, bear debts, and leave on the streets, without any chance of turning over.

Over time, those who do not want to fall to this level will naturally learn to be obedient.

Later, even if they didn't use a whip, they would be obedient. Even if they were given a chance to bite, they would not open their mouths and be completely tamed.

But now, some people have flaunted their fangs, but they can't find the whip. This will lead to the prestige they built up with whipping again and again is shaken.

Those who were once domesticated by them began to have the idea of ​​questioning, and even began to think about whether they could not find the whip, or simply guess whether 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, and pretended to be a tame dog, but once there was a flaw, they would immediately rushed up and bit off a piece of meat.

When Gordon received a call from Fiona, he was stunned. He said to the other end of the phone in disbelief: "What did you say? Did you catch Boer?!"

"Yes, he hid in a house in the suburbs. My friends and I have already taken control of him. When will you come?"

Gordon paused and said, "Don't be too excited, don't attack him. We're going to bring him to court and let him stand trial."

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

There was a violent noise from the other end of the phone, followed by a roar and scream. Gordon's heart grew heavier. He hurriedly asked someone to drive.

When he arrived along Fiona's address, only two corpses were left on the ground.

One of them is the body of Gotham's steel tycoon Pohl.

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 coming out on a stretcher, 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 arrive?"

"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!"

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"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 a little annoyed state, but the next second she felt a breeze blowing beside her. The woman touched her back like a ghost and grabbed her wrist.

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

"I have no malice towards you, I just want to remind you of one thing."

"What?" Fiona asked instinctively.

"A person like your father has helped many people, and he may not know it himself. The existence of the Warrior itself has made room for other people's survival. There are more people who thank him and want to follow him than you think. ”

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

"I mean, if you want to completely embezzle the only living space left by ordinary people, you must kill such a warrior."

The woman's tone became colder, and he said, "Not only should he not have a good ending, but his whole family should also die without a burial place. This will intimidate others."

As soon as the words came to an end, the glass in the living room was broken with a bang.

She screamed as the glass shook Fiona's face. The next second, he was picked up by someone in the waist and flew directly into the air and threw it into the corridor on the second floor.