Chapter 2249: Late Autumn in Gold City (48)

Everyone thought Shiler would speak first, but unexpectedly, it was Bruce who spoke first, and he very readily admitted that this actually started with a plan of his—the Cuckoo Plan.

"Don't look at me with that kind of expression. I know the name of this plan is a bit strange, but you can't make me name all the plans Batman 1, Batman 2; I wouldn't be able to tell them apart either."

"It's hard to imagine what kind of mental state you are in to give independent names to all your 3,000-plus plans," Diana shook her head and sighed.

Because everyone was a bit drunk, they were all talking more than usual. In the past, the Amazon Princess wouldn't have teased others like this.

"But this indeed greatly facilitates your understanding," Bruce held up a finger and said, "This plan is actually exactly what it sounds like. When you mention a cuckoo, what do you think of?"

"A miserable cry?" Pamela frowned. Clearly, she didn't have any good feelings toward this kind of bird because Cat Getan's cuckoos usually caused ten times more commotion than normal cuckoos.

"I think it's probably their brood-rearing habit," Clark wasn't drunk; that little bit of alcohol was insignificant to his body. He analyzed, "Cuckoos like to lay their eggs in the nests of other birds. Cuckoo eggs often hatch earlier than other eggs, and the chicks hatch earlier to get food."

"Cuckoo chicks in different regions will mimic the appearance of different birds when they are young to paralyze the parent birds, so that they can get fed the moment they hatch."

"Because they hatch early, they can enjoy the food exclusively for a long time, so their development is naturally faster, and their bodies will be stronger. By the time other chicks hatch, the cuckoo chick has already grown quite large."

"They are born with an action of spreading their wings and arching backward. This is to push other birds out of the nest. Cuckoo chicks are born large, and with this action, they can quickly push all the newly hatched chicks out of the nest to their deaths."

"Sounds like a certain alien," Lex evaluated accurately.

Clark covered his forehead. He glanced at Lex, then at Shiler, then at Lex again, but ultimately didn't say the words, "Can you learn something good?"

"I don't think this is despicable," Clark evaluated. "The biggest difference between humans and wild animals is that humans possess social order and moral standards, so we can naturally condemn those who do not follow order and have no morals."

"But in the world of birds, they neither enjoy the benefits brought by social order and contracts, nor do they collectively follow some moral standard to strengthen cohesion. All the habits they have developed come from evolution, for the sake of survival, so naturally, there is no distinction between good and evil."

"If I had to say, this is like a kind of survival wisdom evolved over many years, showing the magic of nature."

Diana partially agreed with this point of view, but the reason was different. She said, "In fact, if everything animals do is for reproduction, then this brood-rearing habit is very high-risk."

"Not all parent birds are unable to see through the cuckoo's disguise. Some smarter ones will kill the cuckoo residing in the nest, or simply not feed it, waiting for it to starve to death."

"There are also some cuckoo chicks that, in the process of pushing other chicks out of the nest, accidentally fall and die, or encounter other raptors and get eaten, because they are the largest, so they end up taking the disaster for other chicks."

"So this cannot be called a very good brood-rearing habit, even from the perspective of zoology; it can only be said to be peculiar, not efficient."

After speaking, her gaze rested on Bruce's face, and she asked, "I guess you named your plan this way precisely because your actions fit the cuckoo's brood-rearing habit. What did you do?"

Lex and Pamela, however, were both thoughtful because they had stayed in Cat Getan for a long time and were clearer about what Bruce had been busy with recently.

"Owls," Bruce said. "We formed a new Owl, and I am the largest and strongest cuckoo chick among them."

The other few all frowned.

Then, under Bruce's explanation, the others were able to get a glimpse of the threshold of this massive plan, and then they found that they couldn't find existing vocabulary to describe this plan. If they had to say it—it was the same old story, but too trendy.

After Lucifer completely wiped out the Owls, Bruce re-formed the Owls of this universe, with Alberto Falcone at the head, and members of the gang families joined one after another.

An erasure at Lucifer's level is something Barbatos wouldn't be able to detect at all, so he just thought the Owls of this universe had a late start, but the good thing was that the Bruce of this universe was also a coal ball.

How powerful would the Owls led by Batman be? Barbatos had once imagined it. He had always wanted to get a real Batman—no mental illness, clear logic, strong execution—but such Batmen usually only appeared in the light universe and were the white moonlight he couldn't get.

This time, a Batman who completely met his wishes finally appeared, and Barbatos was happy for a while, but soon he discovered that he hadn't found himself a son, but had invited back a father.

Actually, that's not quite accurate; he had found himself an excellent employee, just a bit too excellent.

The slogan Bruce proposed when he first formed the Owls was that if you want to build, build the best Court of Owls in the entire universe, work hard, be positive, and roll all the Owls in the universe to death.

When it comes to being a roll king, no one dares to say they are first if Batman says he is second. Batman himself is the number one striver among all universes combined.

It would be one thing if Bruce rolled his employees and himself, but the most outrageous thing was that he also rolled his boss.

Ever since he had such a good employee, Barbatos had never had a moment of leisure. He really didn't know how Batman could find so many things for himself to do.

It would be one thing if he was just looking for trouble, but the things he found were all very useful. One moment it was building a basic maze, the next it was expanding the base, and then it was adjusting the basic structure of personnel. Each one required writing a long report.

But it just so happened that this side didn't really go in for administrative assistants, so he read all the reports himself, making Barbatos dizzy.

Barbatos had also suggested not writing so long each time, but Batman was very righteous: If I don't write down all the details, who is to blame if something goes wrong?

And he was also hinting, openly and secretly, look at how you invaded the light universe in the past; it was just one word—rough!

Otherwise, why is it that everyone else has gone in and you're still a homebody? Can you achieve great things without paying attention to details? If you don't even have this little leisure, and aren't willing to put in this little energy, why don't you go home and sell sweet potatoes?

Are you the boss or am I the boss? Is the company yours or mine? Is the work for you to do or for me to do?

I don't need to invade the light universe; I wasn't in the dark universe when I was born. I didn't say anything about such a poor start for you. I'm not tired of writing reports, but you're tired of reading them? You're simply the worst batch I've ever led!

Barbatos had nothing to say because, damn it, Michael really did read all the reports Bruce wrote!

Barbatos neither wanted to bite the bullet and read them, nor did he want to be lectured by Bruce. He thought about it: as long as he found enough work for Bruce to do, he shouldn't have time to write those damn reports. So, he handed over all the management work of the few light universes where the situation was relatively stable to Bruce.

Now it was great. Bruce's main style was: I have a high IQ, I'm amazing, I'll open multiple battlefields and fight on multiple fronts.

I won't delay any of the tasks handed to me by the organization. I can also exert subjective initiative, fully mobilize the enthusiasm of employees, carry out large-scale production and cooperation, and must maximize your efficiency.

As a result, Barbatos went crazy answering the phone for over a month.

"Hey, boss, have you read the 13th edition of the comments on the renovation of the maze structure of the Owls in Universes 6 and 12 that I just sent you? If you flip to page 681, do you see the diagonal line below the punctuation 'p'? We plan to use the latest material infused with dark energy for that area, mainly to solve the load-bearing problem in the F201 area..."

"Hey, boss, have you finished reading the report on the conference for improving the information security of the Court of Owls in Universe 26 based in Cat Getan? It's about the information leak three days ago... There's no key point; everyone's speech is very important!... I've already sent the report of the second meeting to your mailbox. Please take a look as soon as possible! Give me a reply before three o'clock; I still have to hold a summary meeting!"

"Boss, regarding the suggestions for the industrial transformation of the Court of Owls Group in Universe 7, why haven't you replied to me yet?... Of course you need to reply! Otherwise, are we going to pour dark energy into vitamin bottles according to the vision of the Owls in that universe? Reduce costs and increase efficiency! Reduce costs and increase efficiency!... Give me an answer as soon as possible. The personnel and equipment are all waiting. If we don't start work for one day, we'll lose millions!"

"Hey, boss, you have to go to Universe 12 on Saturday morning to attend the maze completion ceremony, and then immediately take the work report call from Universe 6. The priest there has been calling for two weeks and can't get through. And Universe 15, last time they said their prayer path had problems. Have you tried it after I fixed it? Go and try it quickly, otherwise they'll break it themselves and say I didn't fix it well!"

"Hey? Boss! Hey?!... Why are you sleeping again?! Aren't you a dragon? Hurry up and get up to work! Can you open your eyes and look at the general situation of the universe? You don't think you have an advantage, do you? You started late and you're not working hard. If you get beaten to death, you can sleep forever!"

Barbatos swore that he really didn't want to deal with those three unlucky things hanging in the sky, but he really wanted to share this genius Pope with them now.

Let's quickly introduce ourselves, quickly get to know each other, quickly form a mysterious dark organization, you quickly register an email and phone, then you quickly establish contact with him, and he quickly helps you come up with a plan to conquer the world... saving the world is fine too!

But unfortunately, this kind of mysterious outer god, similar to nature, usually has no interest in conquering or saving the world, but Barbatos suspects they are very interested in watching him frantically reply to emails.

Barbatos is not human, and his thinking organs don't operate in a single thread like humans. In fact, he can operate in infinite threads—but Batman is infinite to the infinite.

But this Bruce is particularly idle. His plans are very effective, but whether it's an alien invasion or a trash can being kicked over at some intersection, he feels itchy all over if he doesn't manage it.

It would be one thing if he liked micro-management himself, but he had to drag Barbatos into micro-management.

Barbatos thought to himself, if I had that micro-management ability, could I still be wriggling in the dark universe now?

But what could Barbatos say? He could only say that Batman's insight was high. ===== CHAPTER 2250 =====