Chapter 1189: The Cries of the Lambs (18)

"Bruce Wei En, what the hell are you doing?!" Amanda shouted, chasing after Bruce in the hallway.

Bruce pursed his lips, stopped his steps, turned to look at Amanda, and said: "Ms. Waller, Professor Rodriguez said you have no talent and are very emotional; it's not without reason."

"You didn't notice at all that I'm in a bad mood right now, and I don't understand the current situation, yet you are still questioning me in such a rude tone."

"How could I..."

"Click, click, click," a series of sounds of guns being cocked rang out. Amanda suddenly discovered that the security personnel behind her had aimed their pitch-black gun barrels at her, and Bruce, standing in the darkness, looked at her with an icy gaze and said:

"Your memory is also bad. I already said that people like you who deal with criminals because of hatred are the minority; those who work for money are the majority."

"Bruce Wei En! You bastard!"

"You snatched my results!"

Amanda screamed.

Bruce shook his head and said: "Don't take yourself too seriously. You don't have any results worth snatching. The current situation of this prison is not even as good as a wasteland."

Looking at Amanda's shocked expression, Bruce Wei En said: "What exactly are you surprised about? Where did you get the confidence to think that your personality charm is more capable of making them loyal than my money?"

Facing the gun barrels that were getting closer and closer, Amanda slowly raised her hands, and the angry expression on her face froze.

Bruce took one last look at her, turned, and walked forward. Amanda gritted her teeth and said:

"I'm surprised that you and Shiler Rodriguez are truly cut from the same cloth. You are truly worthy of being his prized student!"

After finishing, she reached out and pushed away the gun barrel in front of her, quickly caught up to Bruce, and said to him: "I'm warning you, don't mess around. If your action to renovate the prison lets these criminals run out, many people will die!"

"You actually care about civilian deaths? If I'm not mistaken, you should have used the power of some mysterious organization in the process of capturing them. They certainly wouldn't care about civilian deaths."

Bruce pushed open the office door and said: "Admit it, you didn't do this for ordinary people, just for your own hatred. You didn't put yourself on the side of ordinary people either."

"Aren't you the same? Big entrepreneur?"

"Once, I felt that I must be on the side of ordinary people." Bruce said while taking paper and a pen from the file cabinet nearby: "Now I find that standing on the side of ordinary people doesn't mean spinning around in a not-so-superior IQ and worrying memory; this has no meaning."

"That is actually escaping, feeling unconfident, feeling that you don't have the willpower to be born extraordinary but always maintain an ordinary heart, so you forcibly pull your level down to be the same as ordinary people, hoping to maintain your original intention."

Bruce began to write and draw on the paper. He wrote a line of words, then looked up and asked Amanda: "How many prisoners are there in the prison now?"

"Uh... there are 15 left." Amanda answered instinctively.

"What happened to the one who disappeared?" Bruce asked.

"He died, a mistake by the transport personnel." Amanda turned her head to the side and answered.

"It was your mistake." Bruce wrote down this number without raising his head. Amanda was just about to argue, but Bruce said: "Attributing the reason for one's own inaction to the opponent being too strong and teammates being too weak. We generally call this kind of person—a loser."

Amanda stood there with her mouth open, stunned. After a while, she said indignantly: "Shiler went to jail, and he wouldn't have thought there was another one here!"

Bruce showed a helpless expression. He looked at Amanda and said: "Are you specifically watching Shiler and targeting him because you have a vendetta against criminals, or is it because you are too focused on Shiler that you feel you have a vendetta against criminals?"

Amanda froze in place. Her teeth touched lightly. Bruce shook his head and said: "You don't need to feel stupid about this, because I've also studied this question for a long time."

"Then... then did you study an answer?" Amanda asked, stuttering a bit.

Bruce said while writing: "Some questions don't need to be studied that clearly."

Amanda grabbed her hair in a breakdown, but Bruce's action made her break down even more. Bruce walked quickly to the door and shouted to Dai Weisi:

"Dai Weisi, help me call Officer Angela Dodson. I need a more intelligent, rational, and genius lady to assist me in dealing with these criminals."

Amanda's posture standing in place was like a weathered stone statue, but Bruce still held the door frame and shouted: "It would be even better if I could contact Ms. Talia al Ghul. Beauty is also an important standard."

"Bruce Wei En!"

About half an hour later, Angela, walking toward the office, looked at Amanda squatting by the door crying, and a look of confusion appeared on her face.

The female officer pushed open the door and looked back, only looking at Bruce after walking into the room, and asked: "What's wrong with her? Is she okay?"

Bruce kept looking at a thick stack of documents without raising his head and replied: "It has nothing to do with me."

"Then why is she squatting at your office door crying?" Angela clearly didn't believe Bruce's explanation; after all, his reputation in this regard wasn't good.

"You should ask Shiler about that." Bruce insisted.

Angela was full of astonishment, but then she showed a look of anxiety, looked at Bruce, and said: "Is Shiler okay? Where is he? You called me to this prison; you should have already dealt with them, right?"

"Shiler is fine, but I invited you here to discuss the remaining prisoners in this prison, as well as the matter of receiving prisoners in the future." Bruce put down the documents and looked at Angela.

"I do need a prison to house natural-born killers, but not to imprison or punish them. These measures that only stay on the surface cannot solve the fundamental problem." Bruce explained.

Angela thought for a while, but she seemed to have misunderstood. The female officer frowned and said: "First of all, police officers working on the front line are different from lawyers. We have a more radical view on the death penalty."

"Personally, I think the death penalty is necessary, but if you carry out lynching on serial killers here, you'd better not expect me to provide any help. I can only pretend I didn't see it."

"Quite the contrary, I don't intend to kill them." Bruce sighed and said: "Killing them is the most passive solution. Killing one as soon as one comes only solves the immediate problem."

"If we kill them all, we will never be able to establish a mechanism to screen them out before they make their first move, and it will also be very difficult to perfectly prevent them from escaping before the death penalty is carried out."

"This group of people is not ordinary. If it goes through court trial, it's easy for them to be acquitted. But if it's private execution, monitoring and arresting a serial killer requires a great price, and at the same time, all escape routes must be blocked throughout the process. No mistakes can be made, otherwise, it will definitely lead to a series of accidents. It's not that it can't be done, it's just not worth it."

Angela walked to the other side of the table, supported her hands on the desktop, looked at the information, and said: "If you want to build an effective system, you must first come up with a definitely effective plan. If you want to target a group, you have to deal with an individual first. Without a successful case, everything is just empty talk."

"I just created a successful case." Bruce looked up at her and said: "That's why I invited you here, wanting to implement and promote this method."

Angela widened her eyes, and then Bruce added: "Going head-to-head with this group of serial killers is unwise. They often have abilities beyond ordinary people and are good at disguising themselves. If they make a mistake, at worst they go on the run; if we make a mistake, we are very likely to cause a big mess."

Angela nodded, considering it an acknowledgment of this statement. Bruce continued: "Previously, I discovered that although this group of people doesn't follow social rules, they live in society after all. They have demands of society, which is why they stay here."

Angela straightened her body, touched her chin, and said: "But according to my observation, most serial killers are relatively cold. Threatening them with family, relatives, or friends doesn't have much effect."

"Indeed, they may not have many demands in terms of emotion, but as long as they are human, they must have desires, and a certain part of society can solve this desire of theirs. We must target their desires."

Bruce spun the pen in his hand and continued: "The serial killers gathered by Shiler using the Serial Killer Club are actually craving recognition and a sense of existence. The club perfectly satisfied these desires of theirs, so it could influence their actions."

"And what we have to do is find out what each serial killer craves and utilize them based on their desires."

"However, this utilization is not about harming and forcing them, because violence always stays on the surface."

"For example, if someone's desire is to be an ordinary person, if I use violence to force him to reveal flaws, making him expose the part of his ability that doesn't belong to an ordinary person, perhaps it will make him feel uncomfortable, but in the end, it will only lead to more violent retaliation. I have tried this countless times."

"Then what do you intend to do?" Angela asked with some confusion.

"The key lies in giving them hope." Bruce pressed the tail of his fountain pen against his chin and said: "Giving them the hope of successfully realizing their desires, this hope is like an iron chain, guiding the actions of every lamb, making them tame when they should be tame, and fierce when they should be fierce."

"Theoretically, it holds up." Angela frowned tightly and said: "Actually, in my understanding, many brutal criminals are not that invulnerable; it's just that the education we received makes us all adhere to a principle—do not try to understand the mentally ill."

"That is the problem. Now we have to understand them, to empathize with them, and only then can we find what they crave, and only then can we use this craving to control their actions."

Bruce lowered his head to look at the information spread on the table and continued: "When you let go of rejection and hatred, you will find that these criminals have amazing shining points."

Bruce looked up out the window. The hazy light of early morning in Colorado outlined the long hair hanging by his forehead into a shining gold.

"Their existence makes you understand that God may have intentionally created these lambs, but hid their preciousness and fragility together under thick wool."

"And throughout history, those who dared to touch them, believed in them even knowing they were guilty, loved them even while having a vendetta against them, were never understood yet understood them, and forgave them even after being betrayed, did well, were pleasing to God, and were called... the Ever-Living Lord Jesus." ===== CHAPTER 1190 =====