Chapter 1258

The atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly became subtle. That tension of everyone focusing on one person suddenly disappeared. Everyone withdrew their attention, as if they had their own thoughts, their own secrets, and also seemed a bit uneasy.

"Oh, I understand!"

Schiller suddenly raised his volume. It was very obvious that the hands of several people holding cups tightened, as if they had suddenly heard an alarm clock in a dream.

"I know, Cat Getan's slightly chaotic public security situation makes everyone not very confident in the FBI, and the FBI is indeed not very fond of casting their eyes here."

"But I think this is actually unjust. The FBI should treat every city in every state equally, rather than giving up here because the difficulty of maintaining public security in a certain city is relatively large."

"Of course, I can also understand that as victims, everyone doesn't want to add burden to the agency that maintains national security because of noble morality and compassion, but it doesn't matter. I maintain good relationships with some colleagues in Congress, the National Defense Security Department, and the FBI. Of course, I can solve problems for everyone..."

"Mr. Schiller," Bruce spoke to interrupt Schiller. At this time, his slightly low voice sounded like a beautiful singing voice to everyone, interrupting Schiller's devilish whispers.

"Yes, this matter is indeed quite serious," Bruce's opening made everyone's eyes go dark. The two old men behind the stairs were stomping their feet in a hurry, wishing they could rush up immediately and cover Bruce's mouth.

"FBI is a trouble everywhere," Constantine curled his lips and evaluated: "No one likes to deal with them. It's best if the FBI doesn't stare here. Everyone can live in peace. But if they have to come, even if they can't find anything, it's annoying enough."

"Don't think I don't know, those big families in Cat Getan have more or less black industry," Hal rolled his eyes and said: "Haibincheng is the same. Families with a little power and status are all connected with smugglers. They spent so much effort to keep the FBI from paying attention here. Schiller wants to lead the wolf into the house, can they not be in a hurry?"

"More importantly, this professor's performance makes others believe that his status in the National Defense Security Department is indeed pivotal," Diana opened her mouth and said.

"Cat Getan is indeed like a place that no one cares about, but it is still on federal territory after all. It is impossible to be completely autonomous. If the FBI can't manage Cat Getan, can't they manage the several ports that have logistics dealings with Cat Getan? Just make things difficult in terms of logistics, and no one will have a good time."

"It seems that this is the purpose of Batman inviting Schiller to participate in the banquet. He anticipated that March would set a trap for him. Wait, the good show has just begun," Greed's voice with a smile echoed.

"Especially the tragedy suffered by Mr. March..." Bruce changed his style and looked at March beside him: "This gentleman came here with a sincere heart, wanting to participate in the construction of Cat Getan, but suffered such persecution. It is truly a strange injustice in the world. I think he must need the FBI to come here to seek justice for him."

Schiller also turned his gaze to March's face. Before March could speak, he snatched the lead and said: "My God, sir, you didn't say this when I talked to you yesterday. You really shouldn't have hidden such important information from your psychiatrist. This will lead to my misjudgment of your psychological state."

"Of course, your situation can't be called any mental illness, just some anxiety emotions that ordinary people are prone to have. I dare say that everyone present will have more or less such emotions."

"But if such emotions come from the physical injuries you suffered, besides anxiety disorder, I also have to make a judgment of 'post-traumatic stress disorder'. My professional ethics require me to do so."

"No, I am not..."

March had already noticed the change in the eyes of the people around him. There is no doubt that in Cat Getan, having a little mental illness is not a big deal, or rather, those who can stay here have more or less big illnesses.

But because of being injured by a killer and producing mental illness, even leading to post-traumatic stress disorder, just because of being injured, you have to see a psychiatrist, that is simply the most frustrating, most contemptible mental illness, sick without thought, sick without personality.

March gritted his teeth. He wanted to say very much that he didn't go to see a psychiatrist at all, nor did he allow Schiller to say his situation out, but these words circled in his mouth and were swallowed back into his stomach.

Schiller is a psychiatrist, so if he went to Schiller, if it wasn't to see a doctor, what else could it be for? To enjoy the pleasure of fooling the police after killing someone? Exploding on the spot, right?

"Hahahahahaha!" Harley was already laughing and leaning back. She laughed while saying: "This fool wrapped himself in! To make Batman embarrassed, he said himself that he suffered serious injuries from the killer. Schiller took the opportunity to imply that he went to see a psychiatrist because he was afraid of pain and death, and he couldn't explain it. Hahahahahaha!"

"What can he say? He can't say, I killed someone, I want to show off in front of others, and this person happens to be a psychiatrist! But if he said that, maybe it would make this group of people look up to him a little bit. Hahahahahaha!"

Just as Harley said, the eyes of the people around looking at March changed a bit. Still the same sentence, in Cat Getan, you can't show weakness.

In the dark forest where the weak are the prey of the strong, you can also see a doctor, because of your madness, because of your anxiety, because of your doubts and incomprehension, but you cannot because of fear.

Gradually, March found that the contemptuous eyes were gradually turning into another emotion, that is, greed. What would happen if a group of hungry wolves found a lamb wearing a wolf skin in the wolf pack?

March felt that the bright lights could no longer provide him with a sense of security. One pair of bright eyes like torches lit up in the dark night, staring covetously at the lamb that exposed its weakness.

"Ahem." Bruce's soft coughing sound broke the gradually weird atmosphere. He stepped forward, stood shoulder to shoulder with Schiller, then turned to look at Schiller, and Schiller also turned to look at him.

March was completely excluded from the two of them. Obviously, this was another signal. In this conversation, March had lost all initiative, and it was only the last step away from being kicked out.

"As a friend of Mr. March, I sympathize with his encounter. He was injured within Wei En Enterprises. This is also my fault," Bruce lowered his head, looking very guilty.

"To tell you the truth, I didn't expect that when he felt sad, he didn't come to me to pour out his heart in the first place, but found you."

"Actually, I was also quite surprised," Schiller nodded gently and said: "I just came to Cat Getan not long ago, and I had my first patient. Cat Getan is not as unapproachable as the rumors say."

"They are mocking March for being a traitor," Bruce in the theater explained: "When something happens, don't discuss it with your own people in the first place, but find an outsider, and it is an outsider who has just arrived and is not understood by anyone, and even revealed the things happening inside Cat Getan. A complete traitor."

"Sometimes, I don't understand you Gothamites. You always like to treat each other as enemies, fighting until your heads are broken and bleeding, and you don't die, but you also hate outsiders interfering with your behavior of torturing each other. It seems that in some aspects, you are inseparable, closer than allies," Clark said his feeling.

"Hit the nail on the head," Constantine evaluated: "If you haven't been to Cat Getan, you haven't seen real madness."

On the screen, Bruce and Schiller talked to each other, one singing the red face and one singing the white face. They didn't mention March at all, but every sentence was mentioning March, until March's character was completely shaped into a cowardly, living-in-the-moment traitor who sought help from outsiders after being frightened a little.

Finally, March couldn't stay in the center of the venue at all. He could only grit his teeth and find a slightly clumsy reason to leave here.

And after he left, everyone's contempt for him deepened, because on such an occasion, he shouldn't find any reason, just spill the wine on his clothes and leave the stage.

Just as Diana evaluated, March's body revealed a kind of awkwardness of words and deeds, and the bystanders also had a direct feeling about this at this moment.

"A beautiful combined attack," Morbid finally opened his mouth: "But it's not over yet. Batman must deal with the problems related to the FBI. He cannot resist, but he cannot accept it, and it must be reasonable and decent enough."

"Regarding the problems of the FBI, I think we can consider it again," Bruce shook the wine in his glass without lowering his volume, still looking full of confidence, and said: "Of course I believe in the FBI's ability, but don't you think it's completely redundant to let them send agents here?"

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

"You are a professor at the FBI Intern Agent Training Academy and have worked in this position for many years. That is to say, the elite backbone agents of the FBI now are all your students. Since the teacher has come, why bother to paint a snake and add feet?"

A round of applause came from the back of the theater. Greed lowered his head, smiling while clapping, and this round of applause also echoed in everyone's hearts. I have to admit that this answer is indeed reasonable and decent.

It not only lifted Schiller to a high position, making him unable to refuse with a tough attitude, but also played a small logical trick, describing the teacher's ability as the sum of the students' abilities, emphasizing that the teacher must be greater than the students, so that the necessity of the students who are agents coming here can be erased.

After all, according to this logic, the teacher who taught so many agents is here. If the teacher is not good, what is the use of the students coming?

"Professor Schiller, just as I said before, people's attention to mental health is a manifestation of social progress. I think everyone should take this seriously, especially myself."

Bruce suddenly changed the topic, but Schiller understood his hint, so he stepped forward, looked into Bruce's eyes and said: "Yes, Mr. Wei En, then I wonder if I can have the honor of getting your business card, so that when you have doubts related to psychology, you can remember what you said today?"

Bruce turned around silently, took a business card case from his dedicated waiter, and drew a business card and handed it to Schiller. Schiller also took the business card silently and put it in his suit pocket.

Schiller used his wine glass to gently touch the side of the wine glass in Bruce's hand again, raised his wine glass and took a sip of wine. And this time, Bruce also picked up his wine glass and opened his mouth to drink.

When raising the glass, the wine flowed to one side of the glass wall, and both of them looked at each other through the blurry wine glass and the wine that looked clear and shining under the light.

And at the same time, in the bottom of each other's eyes, they saw the joy of intimate confidants achieving victory through perfect cooperation, and also saw the murderous intent that was calm under the surging undercurrents after several confrontations between life-and-death enemies.