Chapter 1721

When Jack came, he rarely didn't wear his truck driver work clothes, but wore his classic deep purple suit, tied a green tie with swirl patterns, and matched it with his green hair and face with exaggerated lipstick, which really had the flavor of a successful comedian.

When Barbara saw him, she still shrank inward, but she was indeed not as nervous as a statue like at the beginning. Jack sat down in the single sofa, smiled at several people respectively, picked up the tea Alfred handed him and took a big sip, and then was so hot that he wanted to spit it out but couldn't.

Strange touched Schiller with his elbow and asked, "Who is this guy? The taste of his tie is really bad."

Schiller turned his head slightly and glanced at Strange's tie. This guy didn't know where he got the money, but he bought a handmade custom paisley gem blue tie, matched with a crisp black suit, which looked like the style of a top salesperson.

Strange put one leg on the other, looked at Schiller's dress from head to toe, a black three-piece suit without any highlights, and the tie was also a deep red that was not much different from black. He clicked his tongue and said, "I didn't expect your suit taste to be so conservative."

"You seem to have moved the whole of Manhattan over with your business dress. This is the reason why you were stuck for two more hours." Schiller said unceremoniously.

Looking at the expressions of Bruce and Barbara secretly laughing, Strange cleared his throat a bit awkwardly and said, "You are much more poisonous than the Schiller I know."

After a while, Constantine and Zatanna both came. Constantine also rarely wore a suit, and even repaired his messy hair and beard. Zatanna wore a dark blue dress.

Gordon said exaggeratedly, "God, I feel like I'm going to be swept out of here. Is today an important banquet?"

"Of course not, it's just that he sent us an invitation pretending to be serious." Constantine pointed at Bruce with his chin and said, "We poor people are worried that there is some custom here that you will be beaten out by the butler if you don't wear formal clothes, so we dressed up."

"I assure you, there is no such custom." Alfred led them to the sofa and sat down.

Bruce said while spreading cheese on thin crackers, "But I also assure you, you definitely can't beat my butler."

Today he only wore an ordinary shirt, linen suit pants, and plaid Oxford shoes, with a bit of academic old money style.

"Who else hasn't come?" Constantine asked.

"Hey, am I late?" A voice sounded behind the crowd. When they turned to look, they saw Harvey Dent, who was also in a suit and leather shoes, but he was wearing a dark blue houndstooth suit, which looked a bit casual.

When seeing everyone's dress, he looked down at his clothes. Bruce shook his head and said, "It seems we all have our own understanding of today's gathering."

"I thought it was just an afternoon tea for friends to gather." Harvey walked to the sofa and sat down and said, "I even specially changed out of the serious black suit I wore from the court."

"It's good that you changed." Schiller touched his glass lightly with him and made a joke.

After drinking the hot tea to warm up, Alfred took away the teapot and teacups on the table and replaced them with wine and wine glasses. Today, it was rarely sweet wine or champagne, but whiskey and lemon juice for mixing wine.

"It seems we are going to drink until we are drunk today." Gordon picked up the whiskey bottle and looked at it. As expected, it was the kind of wine that could drink away half a month's salary in one sip.

Bruce used an awl to prick the lemon, then used a small knife to slice the lemon. Harvey poured salt on a small piece of paper and unscrewed the cap of the syrup bottle. Alfred placed the ice bucket next to the coffee table and put a crystal-clear ice ball in each cup.

Schiller tasted a soda thin cracker with cheese and nuts, and then Alfred poured more dried fruits and nuts into the plate, and also brought mint leaves and thyme, as well as chili seeds from Mexico.

"Some people who pursue excitement will like this way of drinking." Alfred introduced with a smile: "It's the same as using lemon."

"Spare me." Constantine tasted a tiny bit of chili seeds, and then his face was red from the spiciness, and he hurriedly poured a few big mouthfuls of cold water.

"Speaking of which, what are we here for today?" Zatanna fiddled with a mint leaf and said, "The aliens over there should have invaded, right? To what extent has it progressed now? Has any city fallen?"

Bruce handed the mixed glass of wine to Schiller, snapped his fingers at the wall next to the fireplace, and soon Little Bruce and the others appeared in the picture.

"Very good, this is the information about Apokolips I found in the ship's database. The Apokolips invasion war meeting begins."

The cracker in Zatanna's hand fell directly to the ground. She looked at the screen in surprise and said, "I didn't hear it wrong, right? He said invading Earth, right?"

"What happened?" Constantine was also confused. He blinked and looked at the familiar faces on the screen and said, "Is it that aliens turned into their appearance and intend to sneak into Earth?"

The only two people present who were not surprised were Bruce and Schiller. Both of them were drinking wine leisurely, which caused doubts from others.

Strange narrowed his eyes and looked at Schiller and said, "How come you seem to have known it long ago? It wouldn't be you again..."

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm different from the Schiller you know." Schiller said without changing his face or heartbeat.

Constantine also looked at Bruce and said, "Why do I always feel that you have done something to make the situation develop to this point..."

"Don't think too much, after leaving the magic academy, I went back to sleep. Besides, across a universe, what can I do?"

Jack hummed twice, picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine and said, "The way you two lie is exactly the same, only telling the truth, but only part of the truth."

"How about playing a game?" Jack smiled, raised his arms to the top of his head, stretched, and said, "Guess how they two influenced things in another universe. We say the answer, you say the degree of closeness. If we guess a correct point, you drink, otherwise we drink."

"Reasoning game?" Barbara leaned forward a bit interestedly, but when she thought it was proposed by the Joker, she stiffened and shrank back.

"You can communicate with one of them." Strange looked at Schiller and said.

"That's right, but it's too general." Although he said so, Schiller still picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine.

Zatanna looked at Strange curiously and said, "How did you see it?"

"I just guessed at the minimum." Strange leaned back on the chair and said, "Don't I know him? No matter which Schiller it is, he only needs a mouth to fully influence the situation."

"Then guess who I influenced?"

Strange tapped his hand on the armrest. He was not stupid. Combining the previous clues, he reasoned: "It should be one of the girls. Before you left my universe, you changed your focus of work to the heroines. I guess... Helen? She has a good relationship with you."

"Wrong, drink." Schiller smiled and said.

"Then I guess Aisha." Zatanna raised her hand. She glanced at Bruce and said, "I heard Bruce say before that you are the tutor of his daughter."

"Exhaustive method doesn't count." Jack rolled his eyes, seemingly lamenting Zatanna's IQ. Schiller also nodded and said, "If you answer like this, then this game can't be played for long. You must start your own thinking, for example, Stephen guesses the candidate, then others guess the method."

Zatanna revealed a difficult expression. After thinking for a while, she said, "Things like sound transmission across a universe are very difficult, but I think you can find a way to do it, so I guess you probably used magic sound transmission to someone and let him do as you said?"

"Wrong again, drink."

At this time, Bruce looked up and said, "Can we guess each other?"

Before Jack could say anything, Schiller said, "Don't write 'I have guessed everything' on your face when asking this question, otherwise I will say 'of course not'."

Bruce lowered his head and sighed, shook his head and took a sip of wine, then continued to look up at the screen.

Others had no more clues. If Schiller gave some clues by influencing other people's style of doing things through words, then what Bruce would do was completely a mystery, just like what was said before, the current Bruce was a bit too trendy.

Schiller picked up the wine glass to block the smile on his mouth. The excitement of this difficult student finally graduating had passed, so the rest became a contest between Batman and the Joker again.

Then let's see how much gold content his excellent graduates have, Schiller thought while taking a sip of wine.

"The identification code of this small escort ship should still be in the Apokolips defense and security system. If there are no accidents, we should be able to drive directly into the Apokolips starport without suffering any obstruction, but the next thing is more troublesome. None of us have transformation ability, and even if we do, we can't cover up so many people."

Little Bruce frowned, looked at the map in the database and said, "And once they find that the spaceship is unmanned, they may find that the entire fleet has lost contact, and they may also guess that we have sneaked in secretly. And the time from their ignorance to discovery is the golden time for us to sneak in."

"Is there a map of the starport?" Damian asked. He looked at the information on the screen and said, "If I can get the map, I can formulate a perfect sneaking route."

"There is only a general outline, and even if we have the structural diagram, we can't be sure of the location and order of the security personnel patrolling."

"Strong attack?" Helen proposed.

"No way, the starport has perfect automatic defense measures, and there are at least twenty fleets parked inside that are much stronger than Viman's fleet."

"That is to say, the road from the starport to the planet is the most dangerous." Harley said while thinking, "But we don't need to fly from the starport to the planet at all. I think we can repeat the old trick."

"Hitchhiking?"

"As long as the speed is fast enough." Harley pointed to the appearance of Apokolips and said, "The independent starport of this planet is not far from the planet itself, and the coming and going are all small spaceships, and they are not all passenger ships, there are also material transport ships. We just need to mix into the warehouse of the material ship. As long as the action is fast, it's not a big problem."

"Speaking of which, why did the designer of this planet build the starport so close to the planet?" Helen said with some confusion, "Doesn't this lose the meaning of the strategic buffer of the starport?"

"I guess they don't have a designer at all." Stark looked at the pile of information through Harley's eyes and said.

Stark stared at the spaceship flying closer and continued.

"If you want to sneak in, you naturally have to make a big move elsewhere. Jarvis, tell that little girl, there must be an emergency landing device for this starport on the planet, find it, and pull the starport down!"