Chapter 1762: Summer in Fool

Jonathan moved his gaze away from the test tube, looked up at the string of data on the screen, and said: "No chance. This thing is a toxin that accelerates cell aging. The symptoms of poisoning won't have full-body swelling, and once poisoned, the damage is irreversible. With the current medical means of ordinary people, it can't be rescued."

"However, this is not any known chemical formula. I need to conduct another test. Give me five minutes."

Shiler and Pamela stood behind Jonathan. Pamela asked in a low voice: "Professor, when did you get this toxin sample?"

"When Talia was showing off and reached her hand next to my head." Shiler stared at the reaction in the test tube and said: "I guessed her fingernails were poisonous, so the Gray Mist took the opportunity to save a part of the coating sample on her fingernails."

"So that's why you let her go so easily?"

"I said it, I don't care about her private affairs with Bruce, but I am investigating a case entrusted to me by Cobblepot, which is related to a certain toxin. She is one of the suspects."

Pamela nodded, as if sighing, and said: "To be honest, Professor, your reputation at Cat Getan University can stop children from crying at night. I thought you would be the type of person who is easily angered."

"I rarely feel angry about anything." Shiler replied as if chatting: "I express anger most of the time just because the emotion of anger can bring deterrence, which will make teaching work easier."

After speaking, Shiler looked back at Pamela and said: "If you treat everything with indifference, they will feel that you don't value it, and then they will push their luck. So you can learn how to interpret anger to express your attitude of valuing it."

Pamela pursed her lips, obviously thinking about whether to do something. She had actually long been dissatisfied with the gossip and scandals spread by some students in the Botany Department, but she didn't have such intense emotions to let her rush to have a big argument with them and make them stop this behavior.

But this scandal brought her trouble. If all the women interested in Bruce followed the scandal and came to her, then she wouldn't want to have a quiet day. It seemed it was time to give some color to that group of people who spread gossip randomly.

"But don't really murder any of them." Shiler said as if he could read minds, timely opening his mouth: "You can rush to the infirmary, throw a big temper at your classmates, and have a big argument with everyone, but don't murder anyone for this kind of thing. It will only bring trouble to yourself."

"This is too difficult." Pamela frowned painfully and said: "I can calmly think of dozens of ways to poison them without leaving a trace, but I really don't know how to roar and shout at them like a furious gorilla."

"You can watch TV series." Shiler walked to the other side of the table to flip through Jonathan's newspaper and said: "Novels and comics are also fine. Start by imitating the emotional expression of virtual characters, design a set of behavioral patterns for each of your emotions, and then slowly subdivide them into the actions corresponding to each tiny emotion, and finally flexibly combine and reasonably apply them in every scene of life."

Pamela sighed deeply, gathered her red hair back, looked at Shiler, and said: "Have you also practiced like this? Professor."

"Yes, once." Shiler nodded and said.

At this time, Jonathan turned around, tapped the test tube with his gloved finger, and said: "The results given by all instruments and chemical reactions are solid alcohol. Obviously, there are some components in here that cannot be detected by modern scientific means."

"But there is no doubt that this is not a toxin that specializes in a certain organ, and the manifestation of accelerating cell aging won't lead to body edema. I'm afraid this is not the correct answer you want."

Shiler nodded, looked at Jonathan, and said: "Then is it useful for your recent research?"

"This is very interesting." Jonathan looked back at the test tube rack and said: "Actually, I'm not interested in cell toxins, but it's too wasteful for them to use this mysterious component as a poison to kill people. Isn't it more interesting to dilute and process it and make it into a life-deprivation device?"

"I got this toxin sample from a woman, she might have more in her hands."

Jonathan immediately rubbed his hands and smiled, saying: "Then tell me her name, I think I have a need to visit her."

"Talia al Ghul, but you'd better be careful. Behind her is a whole organization called the League of Assassins."

"What does this organization do?"

"Who knows, probably that kind of crazy organization that is full of building a new world."

"Then that's really crazy."

Leaving the chemical laboratory of the patient activity center of Arkham Asylum where Jonathan was, Shiler went to another building on this small island.

As mentioned before, Arkham Asylum moved to an independent small island. Here, in addition to the psychiatric hospital, there were many crime organizations with special natures, including the mercenary hall that was gradually growing.

This wasn't strange. Cat Getan, a city with all five poisons, only developed the business of exchange and distribution center for mercenaries and killers from all over the world until now, purely because dogs also disliked dog shit for being smelly. In the past, killers all bypassed Cat Getan.

After Cat Getan had some order, this place naturally became a paradise for mercenaries and killers. No matter what, this was also a mega-city on the East Coast, filled with all kinds of places of pleasure in a prosperous society.

Mercenaries and killers were all people living in the present. The work of licking blood with a knife all day made them need to vent more than ordinary criminals. Making big money was for enjoyment. If they could act openly in a prosperous city in the United States, why would they go to the poor and remote places in Southeast Asia to squat?

They didn't have a choice before, but now they would naturally choose Cat Getan. No matter what, this was a city that even the FBI couldn't enter. Where else was safer than here?

Later, many well-known killers tasted the sweetness here and would come for vacation after finishing a big job. More and more people came, and the mercenary activity center was expanded several times. Now it had become a comprehensive entertainment venue, with hotels, nightclubs, casinos, and shopping centers.

Recently, Cat Getan's climate changed drastically, and Gothamites were almost melted by the sun. This group of out-of-towners who came for vacation went to the beach to sunbathe happily. Shiler found Deathstroke on the beach of the mercenary activity center hotel.

Deathstroke was still wearing a mask, but his upper body was bare, and he was wearing beach shorts on his lower body. It was impossible to judge his specific age from his body shape alone, but one could see from his healthy skin surface without any scars that he wasn't an ordinary person.

Because it rained the night before, the morning sunshine wasn't very good, so there weren't many people on the beach. Therefore, Deathstroke saw Shiler and Pamela walking over at a glance.

They were like old friends who went out for vacation separately and happened to meet on the same beach. Deathstroke sat up from the lounge chair. Shiler stood in front of the lounge chair, inserting the tip of his umbrella into the sand. Both of them had a bit of welcome, but not much.

"That woman named Talia found you?"

"She broke into Cat Getan University."

"Stupid." Deathstroke sat on the side with one hand holding the knee of one leg, turned to the side to take the fruit juice next to him, took a sip, and said: "I knew early on that she and her father weren't smart, but I didn't expect that they were not only stupid, but also very bold."

"Did you tell Talia about me?"

"It was with her father, she might have been eavesdropping on the side." Deathstroke shrugged lightly, the killer who wasn't in a working state had a kind of indifferent temperament of being broken, and after taking another sip of fruit juice, he said: "You have to give me a reason to explain to everyone the series of unreasonable changes in this world. They just want an answer."

"The League of Assassins is targeting you?"

Deathstroke looked at Shiler with some surprise and said: "I didn't expect you to know them. It seems you are also an old guy. I also dealt with them when I was young, but recently, yes, that old demon is a bit interested in me."

"Because you killed some important person?"

"It was you who killed him, I was just that gun." Deathstroke sighed lightly and said: "This is far beyond the price of your favor. I was still counting on you to bring me more orders, but it seems this is a completely failed investment."

"So you sold me out?"

"I never reveal the information of my employer to anyone."

What exceeded Shiler's expectation was that Deathstroke chose to deny it, and he didn't look like he was lying. Shiler pondered slightly and opened his mouth again: "So the League of Assassins had long been targeting me, it was just your performance that made them more certain that I was influencing this world."

"Ra's al Ghul is not smart, but he has lived long enough." Deathstroke's tone slowed down, obviously while weighing the information he could reveal: "People who witness history are always more sensitive to the direction of history. He knows that some things that shouldn't have happened have happened."

"And what he minds is that someone changed this world before him." Deathstroke shook his head lightly and said: "Although I can't understand what these lunatics who shout about building a new world every day are thinking, they obviously take this problem very seriously."

Shiler turned his head slightly to one side and said: "You should have told me this news earlier, instead of waiting until her daughter rashly broke into Cat Getan, and didn't realize what she was here for before letting me discover this point myself."

"I can't say." Deathstroke hit his index finger and middle finger together with one hand and said: "Our relationship isn't that good, and the favor I owed you is paid off."

"Because you went to the League of Assassins and found that they were more troublesome than you imagined, so you changed your mind."

"Come on." Deathstroke raised his hand helplessly and said: "Go read the minds of your opponents, Professor! I'm just a killer who takes money to do things. It doesn't make sense to get more from me."

"You should have family, right?"

"This is vulgar." Deathstroke didn't look nervous at all. He looked at Shiler and said: "You wouldn't be someone who threatens others like this, Professor. That doesn't fit your identity."

"I mean, William DeNechette, do you remember him?"

Deathstroke's movements paused. Shiler said in a calm tone: "You killed him while the FBI was conducting a dereliction of duty investigation on me, and stuffed him in a box. What grudge do you have with him?"

"Is there anything in this world you don't know?" Deathstroke finally looked serious. He turned around, propped up the lounge chair, and leaned on it, saying: "Couldn't I be avenging you?"

"You are just a killer who takes money to do things." Shiler returned the same words to him.

"The William you know might just be a student who isn't smart enough, right?" Deathstroke asked back.

Shiler didn't avoid the question. He nodded and said: "Therefore, I was surprised when I saw him in the FBI. His ability wasn't enough to make him stand out from the internship academy, and even less could make him keep his position in the FBI. He is a speculator."

"Then you should have thought that he must have used some dishonorable means to climb to his current position."

Shiler frowned. He didn't have detailed memories about William. But before, he took the initiative to leave with the FBI and let them conduct a dereliction of duty investigation on him. William was mixed in it, looking like Amanda's subordinate or partner.

Finally, his death was extremely miserable. The corpse was completely stuffed into a small box and was publicly displayed at the FBI base, giving the FBI a hard slap in the face.

But apart from this, Shiler really couldn't think of anything related to William.

"His real name is not William DeNechette."

Deathstroke said: "His real name is William Dante Walsh. His father is William Walsh, the person in charge of the ACTH test team of the US government." ===== CHAPTER 1763 =====

Deathstroke said: "His real name is William D'Ante Walsh Jr., and his father is William Walsh, the head of the US government's ACTH test team."