Chapter 3265

In a high-end restaurant in the Upper District, after Shiler stated his name, the waiter brought him to a table, and at the other end of the table sat a white woman who looked slightly nervous.

She was holding a red wine glass, pressing the rim of the glass tightly against her lips. It looked like she was drinking, but the wine in the glass didn't enter her mouth at all; it seemed she was just rubbing the glass with her teeth.

"How are you feeling, Ms. Charabanc?" Shiler sat down and looked at her, asking with concern.

"I don't know. I feel like everything is like a dream." The woman shook her head, looked away, and took out her phone to keep scrolling.

But soon, she looked at Shiler somewhat anxiously and said, "Did you go find Commissioner Gordon? What did he say? Did he accept the price we offered?"

"Relax, Ms." Shiler gave the woman a smile and offered some reassurance. After that, she finally relaxed. Although the muscles on her face were still twitching a bit, she was able to have a calm conversation.

Shiler looked at the huge, aesthetically unrefined gemstone ring on her hand and recalled the life of this Ms. Charabanc.

She was actually the half-sister of the current leader of the Charabanc family. Her mother passed away after giving birth to her, and she lived with her father, but he didn't like her.

Her mother and father had a family-arranged marriage; the two had no emotional foundation, and their life was very dull. Coupled with the fact that Ms. Charabanc had been spoiled as a child—taking drugs, drinking, fighting—she became a transparent person after her mother died and old Mr. Charabanc remarried.

And after old Charabanc died, her younger brother, the current heir to the Charabanc family, gave her only a small amount of money and swept her out the door. At her most difficult times, she could only wander the streets.

Thanks to the fact that her mother still had a few friends, she didn't die in a snowy night in Cat Getan like those other homeless drug addicts.

She had been married twice, but marriage didn't bring change; instead, it made her poorer and poorer. When Shiler found her, she was squatting in the corner of a shelter, savoring the taste of a tiny bit of morphine she had gotten the night before.

Mr. Charabanc was really not a very cautious person. He thought this sister he had kicked out of the house could no longer make any waves, and people in the upper class wouldn't abandon their dignity to meet such a disgusting homeless person.

But Shiler would; he wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip by.

Charabanc's sister was full of resentment toward him, which was natural. First of all, you can't expect a drug addict's brain to work in a normal way. This person had been taking drugs since puberty, and by now, she had tasted all kinds of chemical drugs. Even if a zombie ate her brain, it would have to be in a coma for two hours.

She blamed everything on her brother, full of deep hatred for his ruthlessness and indifference, wishing she could kill him immediately.

The key is that once the entire Charabanc family was dead, she would be the first in line for natural succession, and she would never have to sleep on the streets again, but could return to the upper class.

So when Shiler approached her, there was no need for persuasion at all. She indicated that she agreed to all of Shiler's plans; she had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Shiler didn't look for her expecting her to really kill the Charabanc family either. Again, he needed someone to take the blame so he could always stand on the moral high ground. As long as the person who decided to do this was someone else, it was fine.

Then Shiler found the Joker. Every Joker is good at creating bombings, and this newly appeared one is no exception. And perhaps because the chemical pool Maria once fell into was somewhat special, her recovery ability is much stronger than the average Joker, and she is even more insane.

But in Shiler's view, this was not a problem at all. As long as he mastered the means to create a Joker, the Joker had to cooperate with him. If the Joker was unwilling, then he would just create a new one.

Maria was much more sensible than the one inside Pale Knight. Shiler didn't spend much effort hiring her. Of course, money still had to be paid. The other party seemed to want to use this money to build a base, and Shiler didn't care what she intended to do.

Immediately after, through some information provided by Ms. Charabanc, Shiler found a manager trusted by Mr. Charabanc, met this person in the capacity of a mayoral aide, and provided him with the suggestion to establish a Natural Forest Protection Fund.

This suggestion itself had no problems. Just as Pale Knight and Batman judged, it was the best way to resolve the environmental protection protest incident at the Charabanc chemical plant, so the manager persuaded Mr. Charabanc to do so.

But in the process of providing the suggestion, Shiler mixed in some private agenda. He told the manager that it was unwise to go head-to-head with this bunch of crazy protesters. These poor people wouldn't go do any soil pollution testing; someone must be pulling the strings behind the scenes.

The other party had already produced strong evidence, and denying there was no soil pollution would probably not work. It would be better to take a side-step, take his family to inspect the chemical plant, and express an attitude of "I even dare to let my family visit the chemical plant, so how could there be pollution here?"

In fact, this kind of posturing is very common. Once a company falls into a public opinion crisis, the first sentence they use to refute rumors is "My family uses this too" or "My family eats this too," which can give consumers the illusion that it is safe to use and safe to eat.

But in reality, whether it is poisonous or not has no direct relationship with whether he really gave it to his family. He was already crazy enough to put poison in food, so why wouldn't he dare to gamble his family's lives for wealth?

Mr. Charabanc was the same. The chemical plant had pollution, so what? This was the cornerstone of his wealth and absolutely could not have any problems. For this, even sacrificing his family was worth it. If his wife was poisoned to death, he could remarry; if his children were poisoned to death, he could have more. If the money was gone, it was really gone.

This was indeed cold and ruthless, but if he weren't so ruthless, how could he have allowed the chemical plant to pollute for so many years?

Out of the psychology of posturing to save his reputation, Mr. Charabanc soon brought people to the chemical plant, and then very unfortunately encountered the freshly baked Joker, firing the first shot for the new Joker's debut battle, and the whole family ascended together.

The whole family was dead, so his sister naturally became the first-in-line heir as she wished—provided that there was no will.

Inheritance laws in most states in the United States prioritize wills. If the other party writes in the will that they do not wish for the natural heir in the succession line to inherit, then that person has no way to inherit.

And Shiler had just asked Two-Face to forge a will.

Ms. Charabanc hadn't been mixing in the upper class for a long time, and Two-Face's forgery skills were good enough. After Shiler took a photo of the forged will and sent it to Ms. Charabanc, she panicked immediately.

Although she didn't spend much effort on the whole thing, what was placed before her now was the interest of the entire Charabanc Group, which was enough to make anyone crazy.

Although her brain had been burned out by drugs, she could understand that everyone wanted to eat such a big cake. Let alone the mayor, even those old friends who claimed to have a hundred-year friendship with the Charabanc family would want to swarm in. Even if they couldn't eat it all, wouldn't being able to bite off a piece of meat be money?

Although this thing had never been hers, since it was almost hers now, Ms. Charabanc would naturally see it as something in her pocket and would never be willing to let go even if she died.

How to manage it after taking over, how to stabilize the situation, and how to win people's hearts were not in her consideration at all. She just wanted to get a large sum of money to eat, drink, whore, gamble, enjoy, and squander.

But she also knew that compared to the mayor, compared to Batman, and compared to those old friends of the Charabanc family, she wasn't even worth a fart.

How could a homeless person wandering the streets compete with these people?

Since Shiler was the only person she knew who looked reliable, she had to seek Shiler's help again.

And the suggestion Shiler brought was still simple and effective. Compared to this bunch of people, Ms. Charabanc's advantage was legitimacy.

Although there was a will, it wasn't 100% effective because the logic of this will was too strange. Mr. Charabanc had no reason to let the Pale Knight, whom he had never met, inherit his industry. The jury was very likely to determine that the will was forged. As long as Ms. Charabanc insisted on this point, she would definitely be able to obtain the inheritance rights to most of the industry.

But this meant going head-to-head with the mayor. Not to mention Pale Knight, none of the previous mayors were easy to deal with. Without weapons in hand, she probably wouldn't even wait until the day the court opened.

The people of the Charabanc family and the leaders of the industries under its banner were also panicked. A new emperor means a new court; it would be fine if the person in power was named Charabanc, but if someone else came, they would be the first to be liquidated.

Even small fish in the sea know how to swim together and disguise themselves as a behemoth. Naturally, they also understood that they must gather together to have stronger power. If they dispersed now, they would only be eaten clean by others.

Under Shiler's suggestion, Ms. Charabanc approached this group of people and gave them another suggestion that seemed very good—investing in the GTO.

Mr. Charabanc died too suddenly. Some of the channels in his hands hadn't been handed over in time, such as Ruth. Except for Mr. Charabanc himself, no one knew of her existence, so naturally, no one could use her to do anything.

The saying goes that when neighbors hoard grain, I hoard guns; neighbors are my granary. The current Charabanc family was equivalent to a huge granary, and the person guarding the door had disappeared. If they didn't hurry to buy guns now, they would just wait to be carved up clean.

But buying guns wasn't that simple. Rather than buying, it was better to say making them yourself. Most large families would spend decades burying their own pawns everywhere, letting them infiltrate every aspect of this society to help them do things.

Once Mr. Charabanc died, the guns he had created were completely unusable. In the current situation, there wasn't enough time to create a gun for them; they could only buy ready-made ones.

And what a coincidence, the Special Anti-Terrorism Squad, which had made repeated miraculous achievements in Cat Getan, had excellent combat results, and was held in the hands of that smelly and hard stone Gordon, happened to be up for auction.

In order to survive this turmoil, the people of the Charabanc family couldn't care about much else. Buy! Must buy! Even if they had to smash the pots and sell the iron, they had to buy!