Chapter 2319

Bat-Bane spent the entire night watching the emails Schiller sent.

Actually, the content of the emails wasn't long, there were no long-winded arguments that were hard to understand, but some design drawings and mind maps were attached, and every piece of information on these drawings contained a huge amount of information, causing Bat-Bane to build a document himself and write a bunch of things.

The sky just began to brighten. This city, which was always gloomy, could only see some sunlight at sunrise and sunset. The 4th cup of coffee placed by the table was slightly cold. The handsome young man finally raised his head, stretched, and yawned.

Ding-a-ling, the phone thrown to the side rang. Bat-Bane answered it and said somewhat sleepily, "Hello, this is Bruce Wei En."

"Bruce, do you have time now?" The voice of Bat-Bane's good friend Rachel came from the opposite side, revealing obvious exhaustion. There seemed to be another person in the background sound, but it couldn't be heard clearly what he was saying.

"I just finished being busy. If you have anything, come to my office to find me. You know the password."

After less than 20 minutes, the door was knocked. Bat-Bane put the freshly organized plan aside and walked over to open the door. Rachel's exhausted face appeared outside the door.

And what was amazing was that Harvey was also following behind her. Bat-Bane obviously didn't expect Harvey to come. He smiled and hugged Harvey and said, "How does our busy lawyer have time to come over at this time?"

"He was called by me," Rachel's voice was somewhat hoarse. She said, "Regarding the bank robbery that happened on Central Avenue, the inspection information of the victims' families is piled up on my case desk."

"Victims? I heard that except for two tellers, didn't all the dead ones be robbers? They seemed to have had an internal conflict..." Bat-Bane closed the door somewhat puzzled.

"This is precisely the problem," Rachel sighed deeply and said, "Human rights issues. In this country, even criminals, before receiving a fair trial, their life safety should also be protected."

"Usually we turn a blind eye to this kind of thing, and the victims' families won't care too much, but this time is different. Someone is inciting behind the scenes."

"For what?" Bat-Bane asked.

"To cover up other illegal criminal activities," Rachel walked over, placed a folder on the table, and said, "We were originally fully preparing to indict Falcone, collected quite a bit of evidence of his large-scale drug deals. Suddenly this case popped up at this time. Who do you say did it?"

"But the families' protest should also go to the police station, why go to the District Attorney's Office? You are the litigation department, not the law enforcement department. It's only your turn to work after the murderer is caught."

"Don't you know?" Rachel looked at Bat-Bane somewhat puzzled and said, "The murderer has already been caught."

Bat-Bane was stunned. He had indeed just returned and hadn't watched the news, but the previous rhetoric all said this murderer was the head of a large criminal organization. Was he caught so easily?

At this time, Harvey walked up to explain the situation. He said, "The previous information was wrong. This guy actually didn't have any organization at all, but just gathered a group of rabble, led them to rob the bank, and told this group of people that the fewer people who survive, the more money they divide, leading them to have an internal conflict, and he slipped away himself."

"But this guy isn't very clever, because the case influence was too big. Under the full mobilization of the police station, he was soon caught inside the abandoned factory."

Bat-Bane frowned. He felt things weren't that simple. He looked at Harvey and said, "Who is the murderer?"

"He calls himself the Joker."

Bat-Bane's heart skipped a beat.

"That's just a madman," Rachel said angrily, "Used chemical agents to ruin his own face, and even cut open the corners of his mouth. He only knows how to laugh wildly when asked anything. We're all having a headache."

Bat-Bane had a feeling. He looked at Rachel and said, "No way to convict him, right? Because he's a mental patient."

Rachel was somewhat surprised and said, "How did you know? The pressure we are facing comes from this. Someone is inciting the victims' families of the Central Avenue bank robbery to protest, saying that it can't be so easily concluded that this guy is a mental patient, demanding he be responsible for all the dead in the bank robbery."

"But you will definitely conclude that he is a mental patient," Bat-Bane said, "Because the few psychiatrists we have with appraisal qualifications have all been bought off."

Rachel and Harvey's complexions weren't very good. Bat-Bane made it too clear, and in fact, the three of them knew well who bought off the psychiatrists.

"This will cause the District Attorney's Office's reputation to fall again and again," Rachel dropped her arms and said, "This is Falcone's goal, to make us completely lose credibility, so that no one will believe whatever we say again."

"By the time we indict him, he can also use this trick to get away swaggeringly. If we want to investigate, he can use public opinion to counterattack. By then, we will become people who frame good people."

Bat-Bane also sighed somewhat. People without moral bottom lines have all kinds of tricks when doing bad things, and will exhaust all means to strike at opponents. Conversely, they who follow justice are always bound by rules.

Even if they know the mental examination results are incorrect and unfair, completely weapons used by criminals to escape punishment, they can only follow the process, watching helplessly as criminals escape.

Bat-Bane now feels more than anger; it's powerlessness. His emotional receptors sounded an alarm at this moment. If this continues, one day he will also feel numb to this, and then this city will really be completely hopeless.

He must go do something. Regardless of whether it is beneficial to long-term goals, he must make some progress to vent the unwillingness and grievances he has held for a long time, so that he has the motivation to continue walking.

Bat-Bane turned his head and saw the plan he had placed on the other side of the desk, then looked at the helpless and sorrowful expressions of his two good friends. Bat-Bane sighed lightly in his heart and made a decision in his heart.

"I'm preparing to acquire Arkham Asylum."

Rachel and Harvey, who were talking, all turned their heads and looked straight at Bat-Bane. Bat-Bane lowered his eyelids and said, "This asylum is already too old to meet the needs of Cat Getan people for treating mental illness. I'm preparing to transform it into a modern mental hospital like Wei En Hospital. It might need some preparation time."

"What?" Rachel asked incredulously, "What are you doing? Acquire Arkham Asylum, are you crazy?"

"Just a commercial investment," Bat-Bane didn't waver at all. He said, "You should understand that my financial situation isn't as good as many people imagine, especially since my personal economic situation needs some improvement. I think this is a good investment."

"Are you serious?" Harvey walked over and said, "You know that place isn't just an asylum."

"Yes, but I will turn it into the best mental hospital," Bat-Bane took a light breath, recalled the design drawings in his mind, and said, "Advanced, safe, medicine cures the disease."

With a "click," the camera closest to Bat-Bane recorded his resolute face. His voice came out clearly and firmly from the microphone until it was broadcast by countless screens and entered people's ears.

Major media vied to report it. After all, the business strategy and future planning of the Wei En Group are closely related to this city and even the entire East Coast's livelihood.

No one knows where the young Wei En family heir will lead this huge company, and in the first press conference he held, he emphasized that the Wei En Group will resume investment in charity, especially increasing R&D investment in the medical field, as well as strategies for improving people's livelihood and medical care.

The vast majority of people are not optimistic about this. Although the Wei En Group's business covers all aspects, it has little reputation in the medical field.

Wei En Hospital is indeed good, but it has nothing to do with ordinary people. The medical insurance covering Wei En Hospital cannot be paid by ordinary middle-class families. That place is a paradise for the rich.

But some people also think this is a signal that the Wei En Group intends to open civilian-oriented private hospitals, but still have doubts about whether this investment direction can bring enough benefits to the group. Shareholders are no exception.

The shareholders' meeting lasted for 7 hours, which is very rare. Most of the time was spent discussing whether the new direction formulated by Bruce Wei En for the group could stabilize revenue and even achieve development.

Bat-Bane stood at the very front of the shareholders' meeting venue and said to everyone, "I am very clear that everyone has doubts about the company development strategy I formulated. I understand this very well. This is a new attempt for all of us."

"But I didn't intend to suddenly turn the rudder toward another direction without any preparation. In fact, the earliest investment will be funded by me personally to test the market trend. If the model doesn't work, I will stop the loss in time and will never send my parents' hard work into the abyss."

The arguing sound below became slightly smaller. More people were guessing why this little Wei En, even using private investment to explore the way, had to take this road. Did he really see some business opportunities that ordinary people couldn't see?

Regardless, Bat-Bane still insisted on his strategy. After withdrawing almost all the liquid capital he could use from his private assets, the road to acquiring Arkham Asylum was smooth and unobstructed.

On one hand, Bat-Bane didn't have this type of asset in his hands, so he didn't have to accept investigation by anti-monopoly agencies. On the other hand, some shareholders who supported Wei En also contributed, doing some dirty work that Bat-Bane was unwilling to do, and opening up many joints.

A cold rain stopped overnight, and a vigorous transformation began in Arkham Asylum: building renovation, defense installation, and changing personnel. This old asylum that accompanied Cat Getan through wind and rain finally embarked on the road of modernization inevitably.

Bat-Bane raised his hand to sign on the acquisition book, his gaze falling on his signature. The English in fancy script slowly distorted. Another hand raised a pen, and the doctor wearing a white coat pushed the document in his hand out and said.

"The appraisal reports are all here. There is no doubt that Mr. Falcone and this... uh, Mr. Jock, both suffer from mental illness. They are both mental patients. During the onset period, they cannot control their actions, leading to aggressive behavior."

The psychologist pushed his glasses, clasped his hands together, and said, "I feel regret for the occurrence of the accident, but if possible, I would rather talk about the scope covered by our medical system, as well as people's cognition of psychology and mental illness."

Rachel took a deep breath and said, "Thank you, doctor, I'll go first."

The doctor nodded at her with a smile. The moment Rachel turned around, her eyes became icy. She grabbed the appraisal report in her hand tightly, almost reaching the degree of destroying official documents.

But heaven knows how much anger she suppressed to not let her truly destroy the official documents. She knew it would be this result. When Rachel walked into the elevator, she closed her eyes forcefully.

And in the last few lines of the appraisal report she was holding, it was written: "Patients with hallucinations and confusion symptoms caused by sudden mental illness are often aggressive and make uncontrollable aggressive behaviors. The treatment suggestion is hospitalization."