Chapter 3257: Blood-Spattered New City (17)

Bruce still drove to Wei En Manor.

Now the Pale Knight was not at Arkham Asylum, and there was no point in Schiller going there. His intuition told him that Schiller's ultimate goal was Wei En Manor.

Sure enough, just as he drove to the entrance of Wei En Manor, Bruce saw Schiller standing at the door.

As soon as he got out of the car, Schiller walked over and said: "Just in time, it's time for you to perform."

"What?"

"There's a computer over there. Crack Wei En Manor's defense system and shut it down for at least 6 hours."

Bruce turned his head and saw a generator and complete desktop computer equipment, which looked like it had been dismantled from the City Hall building.

"You were waiting for me here specifically?" Bruce looked at him and asked.

Schiller nodded and said: "Been waiting for you for a long time."

"What if I say I won't do it?"

Schiller took something out from behind him, aimed it at Bruce, and pressed the switch. Instantly, an ultraviolet light beam hit Bruce, and his skin began to sizzle and smoke.

"Ow!! Ah!! Put it down! Put it down quickly! Turn it off!" Bruce scurried away, almost dancing on the spot.

When Schiller turned off the ultraviolet flashlight, Bruce bared his teeth and touched the charred parts of his skin, glaring at Schiller angrily.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Bruce opened his mouth to reveal his fangs, but just as he took a step forward, *crack*.

Bruce looked down and saw that he had stepped on a small blue disc, and instantly he was frozen into an ice cube.

"Now, you talk, I operate. If you can't crack the defense system, you can stand here until dawn."

Bruce glared at Schiller, cursing him for being despicable with his eyes.

Bruce never thought he would underestimate Schiller, but he did underestimate Greed. Where did he get the ice generation device? He and Victor in this universe weren't friends!

But since he was in the ice cube, he had to bow his head. Although he had no discomfort now, his mouth was open, and there were many reporters squatting at the entrance of Wei En Manor recently. If they saw his fangs, it would be troublesome.

He suddenly thought that all of this was Schiller's conspiracy; he was deliberately provoking him to make him open his mouth.

Bruce had no choice but to do as Schiller said.

He originally thought Schiller's operation would be clumsy, and even if he told him the method, he might not be able to successfully crack the defense system, but soon he found he had thought too much. That gray symbiote seemed to be very good at this too.

This made Bruce feel a bit suspicious. Since the gray mist could crack it, why did he have to find him?

But he soon reacted again. Greed is a typical representative of daring to do but not daring to take responsibility. He has to find someone to take the blame for everything he does, so that he can always stand on the moral high ground and look down on all living beings.

When Batman asks who cracked his defense system, he can dump all the blame on him. Compared to a stranger from nowhere, Batman will definitely trust another counterpart from another universe who can easily crack the defense system.

Bruce gritted his teeth in the ice cube, but he soon found that he was still a bit too angry too early.

The defense system was broken. Schiller walked into Wei En Manor swaggeringly, took a small cart from the utility room, moved Bruce onto the cart, walked all the way to the second floor of Wei En Manor, and came to the room directly above the back door on the first floor.

Schiller tied Bruce to the outside of the balcony above the back door, then made a stupid tripwire trap, and came to the kitchen island that could be seen through the window near the front door.

It was already dark, and the manor was filled with warm light. Standing outside the gate of Wei En Manor, one could clearly see a man standing by the window busy with something.

The cunning intruder realized that this path was blocked, so she took advantage of the cover of night and circled to the side door of the garden, jumped onto the wall with a flexible leap, and then rolled to the ground.

She walked to the back door on tiptoe, and Bruce immediately warned: "Don't come over! There's a trap here!"

The petite figure was startled by the sudden voice, and she instinctively jumped in the opposite direction of the sound.

"Ah!"

One foot stepped right on the rope.

*Bang! *

A huge ice cube fell from the balcony, perfectly hitting her and pinning her to the ground, unable to move.

Schiller pushed open the back door and walked out.

"Hello, ma'am, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Catwoman, wearing a black night-suit, stretched her arms and lay on the ground. She tried hard to struggle out, but the thing on her body was too heavy and happened to be pressing on her waist, making her unable to exert force. She squirmed there for a long time, and could only sigh and give up.

Just then, she felt the thing on her body being moved away, and a hand reached out in front of her. Catwoman didn't care what the other party meant, and she climbed up quickly.

Catwoman patted the dirt off her body, glared at Schiller with those big eyes, and said: "Who are you? Why are you in Wei En Manor? I thought I would meet that rich guy."

"And have a beautiful encounter with him?"

"Don't tell jokes." Catwoman waved her hand and said: "I fell for it this time, but where did you find such a piece of furniture that learns to speak?"

"This is not furniture." Schiller smiled and said.

Catwoman then turned her head to look carefully at the thing that hit her, and then she found that it was indeed not the humanoid sculpture she imagined, but a real person, only it seemed to be sealed in an ice cube.

"My God!" Catwoman looked at his face carefully and said: "Isn't this Bruce Wei En? Did you kidnap him?"

Schiller shook his head, just opened the back door, and said: "This is not a good place to talk, please come in, ma'am."

Catwoman looked at the ice cube with a puzzled face, but still walked into the manor step by step.

Bruce thought Schiller would move him in, but Schiller slammed the door shut.

So it turns out this isn't a good place because I'm here, Bruce started gritting his teeth again.

After closing the door, Schiller invited Catwoman to sit on the sofa and said: "I know someone gave you a sum of money to come here to steal something. How much did he give you?"

"I can't reveal the employer's information." Catwoman shook her head.

"Fine, but I know he gave me 2 million for the same purpose as you."

"How much?!" Catwoman jumped up from the sofa and said: "2 million?!! He fucking only gave me 50,000!!!"

"It seems a middleman made quite a bit from you." Schiller handed her a cup of hot coffee and said: "I can give you twice this price, and then you take what you want."

"How do you know what I want?"

"I said, my purpose here is the same as yours, only I came earlier and successfully controlled Bruce Wei En, removing the biggest threat."

Catwoman looked troubled. She said: "If that's the case, then it's normal for the price given to you to be higher. After all, the risk level of stealing and kidnapping is different."

Schiller walked back to the island, and Catwoman couldn't help but look over following his movements. She saw a wine bottle on the island table, which looked like some kind of red wine, and some capsules scattered beside it.

This man was pouring the contents out of the capsules and then pouring red wine into the capsules.

Thinking of what she wanted to steal, Catwoman believed Schiller's words a bit. She took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and said: "200,000, I want 200,000. After this job, I will leave Gotham to avoid the limelight. It won't work if the money isn't enough."

"No problem, but you must personally hand this thing to your employer, without going through any middleman."

"That's impossible." Catwoman shook her head and said: "I'm not afraid to let you know, Old Gun is a professional broker. Everyone who hires him is a big shot. He doesn't dare to betray the employer, and it's even more impossible for me to contact the employer."

"That's your business." Schiller said: "My minimum requirement is that you watch him hand this thing to the employer, otherwise I won't pay."

Just when Catwoman wanted to speak, Schiller said again: "I'll give you 300,000, you figure out the rest yourself."

This price obviously broke Catwoman's psychological defense. Although she was a jewelry thief and many jewels were expensive, that was the auction price. The jewels she stole had no certificates, and the price on the black market was not high at all. 300,000 was not a small amount, enough for her to enjoy herself in Hawaii for more than half a year.

Catwoman bit her lip hesitantly and said: "Fine, I agree, but I need half the deposit. I also need this money to buy some intelligence or something."

"I can give you 100,000 first. You'd better not think about taking the money and running. My money is not that easy to take."

"Of course, you even dare to kidnap Bruce Wei En, I won't do anything stupid." Catwoman said.

Schiller picked up the newly made capsules and handed them to Catwoman, then said: "Give me your account, the money will arrive immediately."

Catwoman didn't know how she left Wei En Manor. The other party gave the money too straightforwardly; that was 100,000 US dollars.

This also made her feel that she seemed to have participated in some incredible things. The sharp intuition belonging to felines made her understand that she was in big trouble.

But as soon as she thought of the 200,000 US dollars that would arrive later, no big trouble was big trouble.

Catwoman took a deep breath, took out her phone, dialed a number, and said: "Got it. Let's trade at the old place. You'd better not think about playing me, otherwise I'll make you understand how serious I am."

After hanging up, she dialed another number, took a deep breath, and said: "Boots, help me watch someone, I'll give you 10,000."

"It's not that I'm generous, don't you ask who I want you to watch first?... No, it's not very dangerous, but it might cause you trouble. I want to watch Old Gun. You have to tell me as soon as he goes out in the next two days."

"15,000 at most, no higher. I didn't make much on this job either. Don't think about doing it yourself. Your tracking skills aren't good enough. Be careful he blows your head off."

After hanging up, Catwoman's expression turned cold. She drove the stolen car into a dark alley, turned a corner, and knocked on the only window that was lit.

The window opened a small crack, and an old face full of wrinkles flashed by. Catwoman handed over the capsules wrapped in paper. The other party checked it and said: "Why does it seem to be stained with water? Are you sure there's no problem?"

"How would I know?!" Catwoman said quite impatiently: "Anyway, this is what I found! Give me the money quickly!"

"This won't do. The condition of the goods is not good, the other party will deduct money."

"Then if you have the ability, find a second person who can get into Wei En Manor. I tell you, don't think I don't know how much you've eaten. If you dare to deduct my money, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The other party was silent for a while, seemingly negotiating with someone. After a while, a box was handed out. Catwoman checked it immediately, confirmed it was 50,000 in cash, and got into the car with the box.

When driving away from this street, she saw several figures sneaking past, their eyes all staring at the window just now.

Catwoman put the money away and drove the car away from the street, but didn't go too far. She knew that if Old Gun had eaten enough, he wouldn't wait until the next day to deliver the goods.

Sure enough, near the second half of the night, her phone rang, and a man's gloomy voice came from the other side.

"Old Gun went out, drove a car, took the Black Alley road, the license plate number is..."

Catwoman immediately drove to follow. She was very careful and focused all her attention, but what she didn't notice was that another car was following her.

In the car, Schiller held the steering wheel, and the afterglow of the headlights in front left a golden hue on his lenses. ===== CHAPTER 3258 =====