Chapter 1222: The Farm of Justice (21)

On the streets of Coast City, Hal walked quickly in front, with Lucifer and Schiller chasing behind. Hal suddenly stopped, stood still, turned around, spread his hands, and said to the two people behind him:

"I really can't stand you two! How can there be such picky people in this world, and two of them?"

"How can your choice of words be so vicious?"

Hal pointed his arm to the side and said, "Isn't the condition of the shop on the next street good enough? The place is big, the decoration is new, the rent is also very good, and you can bargain. But you think the layout is bad, the movement line is too long, and you insist on saying that they are 'deluxe intestines'!"

"Fine, then I'll find one with a shallower depth. Is the shop on 30th Street good enough? But you complain that the window orientation is wrong and the lighting is bad. Isn't it just a little dark? Do you have to call them 'vampire-style affordable housing'?"

"I beg you! Stop torturing me, okay?" Hal roared, "You, get back to Los Angeles and guard that broken bar of yours for the rest of your life. You, hurry back to Cat Getan to teach, make things difficult for your students, don't come looking for me again!"

After speaking, Hal turned and left. Lucifer immediately strode up and grabbed Hal, explaining, "Both of us drank a little wine last night, and our heads were a bit dizzy, especially him. Hasn't Schiller's speaking style always been like this? Don't take it too seriously."

"You actually have the nerve to say that?!" Hal shook off Lucifer's hand, looked at Schiller, who was walking forward unhurriedly behind, and felt angry. He said:

"Coast City is different from Cat Getan. The citizens here are all very good people. You can't treat them with your vicious speaking style. They are not criminals! You will make me unable to survive in this city!"

Schiller, who finally walked over, sighed lightly and then opened his mouth to say, "I know you might not be able to survive, but don't give up yet. Find a good house first."

Hal was so angry that he rolled his eyes. He stood on the spot and took a few deep breaths. Actually, he knew that Schiller was always unforgiving, knew that he had some scholar and literati problems, and was pedantic in his speech, but distance had always created beauty.

The people in this world who could endure being with Schiller for a long time and at close range were all tough guys. The last tough guy was called Batman, and he could do it because he was Batman; Green Lantern couldn't.

Hal stroked his chest with his hand, tried hard to recall Oliver's praise for Schiller, nodded, and said, "Fine, you can stay at my house for a few more days, and then go find a house."

Two hours later, in front of Hal's house, Schiller and Lucifer were thrown out the door, luggage and all. Lucifer turned to look at Schiller and said, "Can't you just pretend you don't have a mouth for a while?"

"Why look at me? Wasn't 'vampire-style affordable housing' what you said? Don't even think about blaming me." Schiller lowered his head to zip up the suitcase, then carried it and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Lucifer asked, chasing behind him. After speaking, he added with some grievance, "I wasn't wrong either. Many vampires without castles rent this kind of house with poor lighting to put their coffins. I even saw Cain when I lived in the Garden of Eden..."

"I am an adult with self-care ability, not an angel baby who hasn't been weaned after ten thousand years. I'm going to find a house to rent and live there, and then go find a job... Don't follow me. The first house was even more like an intestine because of you."

Schiller looked disgusted, carried his suitcase, and walked away. Lucifer put his hands on his hips, very angry, but then he still chased after Schiller and said, "Coast City is not Cat Getan. It's not developed enough here. There aren't that many single apartments. If you want to rent, you can only rent the whole thing. I think we can share a rental, which can also save some rent."

Schiller turned his head and looked Lucifer up and down, saying, "Is it because single apartments don't let you bring girls back? Get lost."

"Don't talk nonsense. I don't know anyone here alone. Hal and Arthur are also your friends. I can only rely on you." Lucifer blocked Schiller's front, facing him and walking backward.

Schiller stood on the spot and sighed. He looked at the skyline. Without Hal driving, it was really far from the city. Looking at that long country road, he had a headache.

Just as he was thinking, Lucifer sneaked behind his back. In an instant, huge white wings spread out, a pair of hands grabbed Schiller's waist, and with a "swoosh," they soared into the sky.

Lucifer grabbed Schiller, Schiller grabbed his suitcase, and they flew slowly along the coastline. During the flight, Lucifer opened his mouth and said, "You really should share a rental with me. This is a wonderful way to commute, right?"

Schiller held his suitcase with an expressionless face, looked at the sparkling sea below, felt like vomiting, gritted his teeth, and said, "Can't you fly a little to the left? I'm seasick."

"But we are in the sky now."

"If there's a sea, it won't work!"

Lucifer's eyes turned, and suddenly his wings tilted to the right. He shouted, "Oh! Great natural power! The summer wind from the Pacific Ocean is invading this city. The gods bow their heads for it, and the angels shed tears for it..."

"Shut up! Lucifer! You did it on purpose! Turn back quickly!"

"You can't say that about a strong sea swallow fighting against the power of nature! I am fighting against the power of nature!"

"Can't you fly faster?!"

Half an hour later, in a small alley in Coast City, Schiller leaned against the wall and retched. Lucifer looked at him with some surprise and said, "No way, your seasickness is really this serious? You didn't even touch the sea..."

Schiller took a deep breath, turned into gray mist with a "bang," and after letting the gray mist adjust the various states of his body, he let out a long breath, then narrowed his eyes and stared at Lucifer, saying, "What's wrong with you? Why do you have to pester me?"

Lucifer showed a slightly shy smile. He rubbed his hands and looked at Schiller full of expectation, saying, "It's like this. You are my Pope, right? Now, the god you believe in has a great cause, and I hope you can participate in it..."

"Speak human language."

"Can you invest in my bar?" Lucifer blinked and said. Schiller widened his eyes and looked at him with some surprise.

Lucifer spread his hands helplessly and said, "Didn't I tell you? My bar is in a state of loss all year round, and I sold it at a loss. Now I don't have much liquid capital. I can't just print money, right?"

"You can't even take out a year's rent?"

"That's not to that extent, it's just that I want to renovate on a large scale. It's best to buy the house, otherwise, the landlord will find trouble for me. But the housing prices in Coast City are really a bit..."

Schiller turned and walked away. Lucifer followed behind him. Schiller turned several corners and couldn't shake him off. Finally, Schiller stood in the middle of the road, looked at Lucifer, and said, "If I don't participate, do you intend to follow me like this?"

Lucifer nodded very seriously, then began to count on his fingers and said, "This is a very guaranteed investment. We can split all the income from the operation in half..."

Schiller covered half of his face with one hand, shook his head hard, stretched out a hand to stop Lucifer's words, and then said, "I have no money."

Lucifer showed an expression of disbelief, but Schiller changed his style and said, "Wait a moment, I'll find a rich guy to talk to you."

After speaking, Schiller was dull for a moment. The next second, he showed a brilliant smile. Lucifer paused, took two steps back, looked at Schiller again, and tentatively asked, "... Greed?"

Schiller walked up enthusiastically and shook hands with Lucifer vigorously, and even very politely stretched out a hand and said, "You first, please. Let's find a place to talk in detail."

"About the bar investment..."

"Everything is negotiable. Where is the house you like? Let's go buy it now, and then buy another house to live in. Of course, we can live together. You don't have to pay rent."

A few hours later, Lucifer sat in a luxury convertible, looking at the stack of house transaction contracts in his hand with some disbelief.

Schiller turned the steering wheel while putting his hand outside the car, smoked a cigar, and then said, "How about it? The house is not bad, right? I'm different from that rigid guy, Pride. If I have 1 million, I'm willing to spend 990,000 on my friends."

Lucifer looked at him with some emotion, but the next second he felt a bit confused, so he asked, "Where did you get so much money? Did you earn it in another world?"

"Of course not. That world is already electronic deposits, and banknotes are not common. I have no interest in bringing precious metals over. It's too troublesome to exchange them for money one by one. It's better to earn it directly in this world."

"How did you earn so much money?"

Schiller took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on, stepped on the gas, and the car sped on the West Coast highway. His tone full of smiles disappeared into the wind.

"I just pointed out the maze for a lost lamb."

In the top-floor office of the Wei En Group, Thomas sat on the sofa with a deep frown, thinking. Sitting opposite him were a man and a woman, the heads of the industrial department of the Wei En Group, and also the confidants who followed Thomas Wei En to control the Wei En Group in those years.

"Logically speaking, that forever-hungry old fox Abels has no reason to refuse our conditions," the female CEO said first, "We left him enough profit space. Who can refuse such a large sum of income every year?"

The male manager also followed and said, "It's also corruption of military funds. Abels should understand that if he cooperates with us, he will have greater negotiation space than cooperating with those military-industrial complexes. Why wouldn't he be tempted?"

"The problem lies right here," Thomas tapped the desktop lightly with his hand and said, "Abels refused us, but the logic of his refusal is very abnormal. He shouldn't have been able to refuse. Even if he doesn't look at the profit, he has to weigh the status of the Wei En Group."

"But since he has refused now, it shows that he has the confidence to do so. So who gave him this confidence?"

The female CEO widened her eyes slowly. She stood up immediately and then said to the other two, "Sorry, I'm going out to make a phone call."

After speaking, she walked out quickly. In less than three minutes, she walked back in, opened her mouth with a serious expression, and said, "Lieutenant Colonel Stewart said that Abels's promotion to General is not normal. They don't have such capital, and his competitors are more powerful than him."

"For so many years, Abels has not been an important figure in the military. He is so old, how could he still have such a promotion opportunity?"

Thomas snorted coldly and said, "What else could it be? He has a new backer. The relationships maintained by those military-industrial complexes in the military have long been stable, and there is no need to pick up an extra Abels as a burden."

"If Abels has a new backer, it shows that a new force has set its sights on this piece of cake."

Hearing this, the male manager suddenly froze for a moment, then widened his eyes and said, "The Mexico incident broke out last year, and the increase in military spending this year is exactly 50%... Someone has made a move, faster than us!"

Thomas tapped the table lightly. He stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooked the city, and then said:

"There are not many people with such ability, ambition, and long-term vision..."

The group controller, whose hair was white at the temples, frowned slightly. The downward-curved corners of his mouth and the powerful muscles of his lips made him look like an angry lion. Soon, he spat out a name in a low voice:

"Luthor."

In a high-end restaurant in the center of Coast City, Lucifer looked at Schiller dumbfounded and said:

"So, you let your godson go to fund the anti-government army in Mexico, trick Congress into passing the 'Neighboring Country Security Act', and then embezzle the increased military spending??!!!"

Schiller still had a smile on his face, but his gaze staring at Lucifer became more and more intense. In Lucifer's increasingly stiff gaze, Schiller nodded and said: "Generally speaking, that's it."

Then, he stared at Lucifer with burning eyes again and said:

"I heard that Lucifer Morningstar also once launched a war of falling from heaven between Heaven and Hell. It is said that a ten-generation feud can still be reported, and if this feud is not reported, one is not a gentleman..."

"What do you want to say?"

"Would you be willing to conduct a second war?"

Lucifer was completely stiffened into a statue, but Schiller had a fanatical expression and said quickly:

"You are the Satan of Hell. As long as you announce the launch of the war of falling from heaven, the demon kings of Hell must look at your face and take the initiative to pay you food and grass to express their support for your revenge action. Those who are unwilling are all rebels, directly slaughtered, and their property confiscated."

"You announce the war, and Heaven will definitely prepare for war. It just so happens that I am also an angel and consider myself to have some expertise in finance. I am willing to recommend myself to become the logistics general in charge of the Heaven side of the second war of falling from heaven, ensuring that the logistics are arranged clearly."

"Once the two sides fight, it will inevitably involve a wide range. Based on the principle of righteousness first, I am willing to take on the responsibility of appeasing all parties who have been ravaged and cleaning up and restoring the land after the war."

"The war situation is becoming more and more chaotic, and the casualties are becoming more and more numerous. As a pacifist, I must be heartbroken and determined not to sit idly by and watch the three realms fall into chaos. Guilt makes me unable to sleep at night, and I have to pray to God."

"God certainly doesn't want to sit idly by and watch his children bleed into rivers. I can deeply understand the dilemma of a father and a king, and I am willing to act as a mediator in this war, even if it means splashing blood on the Xuanyuan."

"By then, if Hell has the upper hand, you can open your mouth like a lion and ask for compensation, and we will split it in half. If Heaven has the upper hand, I will instigate Michael to open his mouth like a lion and ask for compensation. You return to Hell to accuse those demon kings of poor combat, open your mouth like a lion and ask for compensation. After the compensation reaches Heaven, we will split it in half..."

A few dozen seconds later, a blond man in a suit rushed out of the gate of a high-end restaurant in a panic, rushed to the side of the road with long strides, stopped a taxi with quick eyes and hands, pulled open the door, and sat in.

"Hello, sir, where are you going?"

"Go anywhere, run fast!!!"

Not doing a single human thing.