Chapter 1210

Lucifer stared dumbfounded at the countless crystals filled with Green Lantern energy. His chin slowly opened and closed, but then he lowered his head and rubbed his eyes. When he looked up again, he pointed his finger at the mountain and asked:

"You emptied all the Green Lantern energy in the universe??!

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"That's not quite it." Schiller shook his head and said: "It's only the energy of a dozen or so central power batteries. The emotional spectrum energy in the universe shouldn't be this little, right?"

Lucifer's hand gestured between Schiller, Hal, and the green mountain, meaning "How on earth did you manage to do that?"

"I remember, the Corps' rules and regulations are very strict, right? And that group of little blue-skinned guys treats the emotional spectrum as their own property and won't let people mess around. How could you, under their noses..."

Lucifer stopped mid-sentence, but finally, he let his gaze fall on Schiller's face. He didn't even need to think; it must have been another good deed done by this Pope of his.

"Let me introduce him." Schiller stood up, pointed at Hal, and said: "Supreme Green Leader of the Green Lantern Military Police Organization, Minister of the Integrity Department of the Green Lantern Corps, General Manager of the Logistics Department of the Green Lantern Corps, Honorary Principal of the Green Lantern Training School, Chief Investigator of the Green Lantern Energy Theft Case, candidate for the greatest Green Lantern in history—Hal Jordan!"

Lucifer slapped his forehead with one hand.

"I didn't want to be like this either." Hal's expression was very innocent: "It's just that the brothers were too kind, and they really couldn't find anyone else."

Looking at Hal's expression, Lucifer realized that this didn't seem to be entirely Schiller's and Hal's problem. The biggest flaw of the Green Lantern Corps was that all their members were, and could only be, users of Green Lantern energy.

Logically speaking, after important items are stolen, the victim should immediately contact an authoritative third party to investigate. But the problem is, there is no third party in the Lantern Ring Corps.

Those who can't use the lantern ring don't understand energy, and those who can use the lantern ring are all suspects. The little blue guys don't trust other cosmic organizations, so in the end, they can only pick the less suspicious ones from the suspects to form an investigation team to investigate.

As everyone knows, throughout history, investigating oneself never yields any results.

Hal disguised himself too well. In front of the little blue guys, he appeared completely loyal, pointing where he was told to point, looking exactly like a captain of the military police. Even if the little blue guys suspected him, they had to use him because they needed him to set an example.

So, in just a year or two, Hal and his colleagues who had already been turned simultaneously exerted their strength. On one hand, they created accidents, and on the other, they quelled accidents. While poking holes, they conducted investigations, successfully pushing Hal to a high position, and in such a short time, stole almost all the energy gathered by the central power battery.

And following the previous line of thought, they secretly injected Green Lantern energy into certain weapons and machinery, locked them, and sold them to other civilizations, letting them pay for renewals when due, earning quite a lot of resources from other civilizations.

But because they didn't dare to make too much of a stir, it had always been small-scale retail, which is why so much energy was left for Hal.

Schiller tapped the table lightly with the bottom of a wine bottle and said: "You should know how powerful Green Lantern energy is for ordinary people. Even a Green Lantern with natural talent like Hal, after seeing so much energy, would inevitably be tempted."

"I have many things to do, so I don't have time to supervise this energy. But if it's just left here, it's also a huge waste. We all hope that this precious energy can contribute to the construction of the universe as soon as possible. And at this time, we need an authoritative and fair third party to supervise who can use it and who cannot."

Lucifer covered his forehead and said: "Can you remember that you are my Pope?! And you are also an angel??? It's one thing for you to secretly do this kind of thing yourself, but you actually want to drag me onto a pirate ship?!... For the sake of our good relationship, I'll pretend I didn't hear it."

Schiller ignored him completely and continued fluently: "This job is so hard and busy, basically working all year round without rest. Therefore, this third party must be very diligent and dedicated."

"And, it's best if he knows the big shots of various forces in Heaven, Hell, and the mortal realm, understands their preferences, temperaments, and character, is learned and knowledgeable, and widely read."

"Of course, he also needs to have some industries in the mortal realm to cover up this kind of underground transaction that cannot be brought to the table. This requires a certain amount of financial resources and a certain amount of courage. After all, those blue-skinned guys aren't pushovers."

"Of course, receiving such precious and valuable resources, there will naturally be no shortage of people begging for help. He must also have a firm will, not be corrupted by wealth, not be subdued by force, and must be realistic and fair enough."

"Stop talking!" Lucifer covered one eye and said: "It's no use flattering me! Isn't this just fencing stolen goods for a thief?!"

Schiller revealed a smile. Hal knew immediately what he was going to say, so before Schiller could speak, he spoke first:

"Actually, those blue-skinned guys who call themselves guardians of the universe are the real thieves. They have completely monopolized the emotional spectrum energy that already exists in the natural world."

"Originally, this naturally existing energy could be mined and utilized by various races, but they built lantern batteries, extracted all the energy, and locked it up. Except for the people they designate, no one is allowed to use it."

"If they could utilize this energy well, that would be one thing, but the Corps is nominally maintaining cosmic security, but in fact, it is completely a manifestation of their private will. They are only maintaining the cosmic security they want, not truly wanting those races to have a better life."

"For example, some time ago, we sold a reactor. It was actually very rudimentary, only slightly more advanced than human industrial civilization. I'm not joking; essentially, it was still an internal combustion engine."

"It's just that we stuffed a mini lantern battery into it, which made this reactor a true perpetual motion machine. And this race bought this machine to solve the disastrous cold wave on their only planet."

"Before, when the cold wave broke out, they had once asked the Green Lantern Corps for help, but were rejected on the grounds that their sector was too remote and there was no Green Lantern responsible for it. Other Green Lanterns were performing their own duties and could not leave their posts without authorization."

"But we all know that this was just an excuse. The real reason is that the place where this race is located is very desolate, with no possibility of developing an interstellar civilization. The entire planet has a population of less than 1 billion, has no special abilities, average intelligence, and average willpower, and has never produced any lantern ring users."

"They have no value." Hal's tone was somewhat desolate. He pursed his lips and said: "The guardians of the universe say they want to maintain cosmic security, but they only maintain security that has value."

"What I find even more unacceptable is that the definition of 'valuable,' besides prosperity and strength, also includes 'obedient,' or rather, obedience is the primary factor."

"You must allow a freak holding powerful energy to fly around in your territory at will, clean up after all the accidents he might cause, swallow your anger when he causes disasters for some reason, and you also have to sing his praises in the interstellar space, only then do you have the value of being protected. Otherwise, you will be abandoned."

"This is not true justice, nor is it the peace I pursue." Hal shook his head and said: "Because clearly, humanity is not valuable enough, and humanity will absolutely not submit to them. And once we resist, they will purge us. By then, we will become sinners who destroy cosmic peace. We must prepare for this early."

Schiller picked up his words and continued: "We hope to find moldable talents among the pan-human civilization, that is, all groups and races that deal with humans, hand over weapons or equipment reinforced by Green Lantern energy to them, and organize our own armed forces."

"But the problem is, this energy is too powerful. So far, no one has the confidence to keep all the energy after this news gets out."

Lucifer just opened his mouth to speak, but Schiller spoke in advance: "I know, you want to say Batman, but have you ever thought that if this energy is placed in Cat Getan, it might be contaminated?... Cat Getan is special."

Lucifer thought for a moment, then said: "You want me to help you keep an eye on this energy?"

"In fact, we hope to put this energy in your bar. People who know about this will recommend suitable candidates when they meet them, and you can conduct another investigation and screening of them, and hand over this energy to them in a suitable way."

"At the same time, you also have to test whether they can utilize this energy well, for example, by assigning them some tasks."

"This can solve the problem of your bar having an off-season. You need to find the people we favor from the guests who go to your bar."

"Not only do you have to issue them equipment, but you also have to issue them tasks. You will see all kinds of people and see how their lives reach turning points here, which might lead to the light or might lead to the darkness."

"Their lives are not entirely determined by you, but they are related to you. You don't have to be responsible for them, but you can watch the fun."

"I said it, I hate psychologists." Lucifer took a sip of wine, placed the glass on the table, and glanced at Hal: "Take me to town tomorrow to look around and pick a good spot for my bar."

As night fell, the temperature in Coast City dropped significantly. Hal squatted in front of the fireplace to extinguish the flames. Schiller walked down the stairs. Hal looked up and asked him: "What's wrong? Professor, why didn't you go to sleep?"

"Oh, I want to make a phone call."

Hal pointed to the telephone stand next to him. After Schiller walked over, he raised his hand to check his watch. When the minute hand turned to a certain mark, he picked up the receiver and dialed the number.

As soon as the call was connected, besides the sound of Alfred's kind greeting, there was also a groan deeper than Bruce's, Aisha's whimpering and a roar squeezed from the throat, a little boy's scream, and the sound of furniture collapsing with a clatter.

Schiller lowered his head to observe his fingernails. After waiting for a while, a deep but panting voice came from the other end of the phone: "... Hello?"

"Hello, hello, Mr. Thomas. I guess the arm you're holding the phone with is bleeding right now. You'd better hurry up and bandage it."

"I don't have anything important. I just want to say, you should have discovered by now that you have been completely deceived by me. This Cat Getan is completely different from what you imagined. Batman has been defeated, sir."

"Then why be so serious?... Good night."

Thomas listened blankly to the busy signal coming from the receiver. He couldn't hold it back anymore, slammed the phone down, stood where he was, and took a few deep breaths.

No matter how many times, when losing to the Joker, Batman would still be so angry that his vision would go black.

Then, Thomas lowered his head, looked at the series of deep tooth marks on his arm that reached the bone, gasped, looked at the three little boys who were pressing Aisha on the sofa, and said through gritted teeth:

"Can someone explain to me what is going on here? How could Bruce have an illegitimate daughter? And... why are her teeth so sharp?!"

"Oh, congenital dental deformity. She's too young for correction. There's a diagnosis from a dentist..." Dick looked around and said.

"Then why are her eyes vertical pupils???"

"Heterochromia iridum. There's a diagnosis from an ophthalmologist," Jason said righteously, hugging his arms.

"Why does she only scream and not talk?"

"Childhood autism. There's a diagnosis from a psychiatrist," Tim said innocently.

"Alright, last question, who is her mother?"

At this moment, Alfred walked up and looked at Thomas sincerely.

"Sir, simply put, a passionate youthful joy, an accident, a heartbroken mother, an innocent illegitimate daughter..."

Thomas covered his eyes.