Chapter 3279: Bloodshed in the New City (39)

Greed generally does not have very strong aggressiveness. He is a person who values efficiency, so he rarely talks nonsense with people. But this does not mean he has no likes or dislikes of his own. What he dislikes most is someone being idle.

You can be good, or you can be bad; you can be smart, or you can be stupid. But you cannot be idle. Even if what you are doing is completely meaningless, you must do it, and the busier the better. Doing it is useless, and even if it's useless, do it.

Take Batman, for example. Since Schiller arrived, he hasn't done anything useful. But at least he is very busy. Although being busy is useless, at least it makes Schiller find him somewhat pleasing to the eye.

The Pale Knight is the same. After the government shut down, he handled a large amount of work alone. Although this work could not make Cat Getan have any improvement, and it wouldn't matter if no one did it, he was still dizzy from being busy with this work. Schiller also found him quite pleasing to the eye.

But it is this Bruce. Wandering from east to west, from west to east. These few days in Cat Getan, he hasn't done anything else. The master of Cat Getan is the master; besides eating, he just plays.

Although he used the vampire bloodline to control most of Cat Getan's villains at the start, he didn't let these villains do anything; they also just ate, drank, and played every day, or were just idle.

Schiller almost suspected he was doing it on purpose.

If Bruce were really preparing something in private, appearing very idle on the surface but working hard in private, Schiller's anger might be slightly smoother. But judging from the results of this surprise inspection, he wasn't preparing anything at all; he was just purely idle.

Schiller began to understand a little why Pride is always angry. Bruce can always accurately find that point, making any type of person find him unpleasant to look at.

Schiller felt his inclusiveness was high enough; no type of thing was garbage in his eyes. But now, the look in his eyes when he looked at Bruce was also a bit disgusted.

"I need you to do me a favor," Schiller said to Bruce.

"Not doing it," Bruce kicked a paper cup in the hallway and said, "You froze me in an ice cube before, and now you want me to do you a favor? No way!"

"Don't force me to go complain to Pride."

"Then go ahead. With the things the two of us have done in this universe, if you tell him, it'll just be the two of us getting scolded together."

Schiller sighed; this Bruce was truly a dead pig not afraid of boiling water. Since that was the case, he could only use his trump card.

"You haven't graduated from your doctorate yet, right? What do you plan to do about your graduation thesis?"

"Don't know," Bruce shook his head and said, "After I finish writing it, let Pride revise it for me."

"Let him live a few more years," Schiller rolled his eyes and said, "You help me do some things, and I'll help you revise it then."

"That won't work, I can't tell if what you revise is right or wrong."

"You can't even tell if what I revise is right or wrong?! Good heavens, it's truly a miracle that Pride can live until now," Schiller couldn't help but exclaim.

Seeing Bruce was impervious to reason, Schiller could only change his way of speaking, saying, "Do you know that the content of your thesis isn't wrong?"

"Are you planning to encourage me?"

"I mean, what you wrote isn't called a thesis. Pride has read narrative prose poems for so many years, he's probably already numb," Schiller touched Bruce's shoulder and said, "It would be better if you wrote a thesis that is truly rotten to the core; that way, you can make him furious."

Bruce's eyeballs rolled around.

"Content that people can't understand naturally can't make people angry. Just like you wouldn't go on the internet to argue with people using a foreign language you don't understand; only content that people can understand has attack power," Schiller continued to persuade.

Bruce only hesitated for about a second, then said, "Fine, what do you want me to do?"

"Rest assured, it's not difficult. You first do this..."

After communicating with Bruce, Schiller came to the warden's office of Arkham Asylum. But as soon as he entered, he felt a bit disappointed. This wasn't as good as his Arkham Sanitarium.

The office was actually quite large, and the decoration was relatively luxurious, but it was clearly the aesthetic of the last century. Red carpets were laid on the dark floor, and golden patterns were carved on the sides of the solid wood desk and bookshelf. The desk lamp had a green shade, and pens and ink were scattered on the desk.

What made Schiller feel a bit surprised was that this office actually had no computer, but it had a full set of oriental tea sets and a very soft and comfortable sofa.

The office also had a door leading to another room. Opening this door, there were finally some traces of modernity inside.

First was the computer for monitoring, then a control panel that looked slightly complicated. But from the traces of use on it, it could be seen that Toke should have never used it.

Some panels were embedded on the wall, and each panel had a large button on it, written with "Emergency Restriction Measures." Schiller guessed that it should be used to immediately lock the door of a certain room.

The entire Arkham Asylum was divided into two parts: one was the main building where normal medical staff were active, and the other was the monitoring building.

Although it was called an asylum, it was actually a large prison, and it was the highest-security prison in Cat Getan. Every super-criminal had a separate cell tailored to them, looking like a containment room of the Foundation.

Many people who don't understand the Batman comic series well will feel that not killing these super-criminals but locking them up is a very stupid behavior. But in reality, it's not like that.

As long as you treat these super-criminals as containment objects of the Foundation, you can fully understand Batman's line of thinking.

And the fact is indeed that many of the criminals in here are not even carbon-based. It is impossible to kill someone like Clayface with a gun, and even a nuclear bomb might not be able to kill him completely. In the end, you still have to find a place to lock him up.

Anyway, locking up one is locking up, and locking up a group is also locking up. As long as you build a prison that can contain even someone like Clayface, those carbon-based organisms that can be shot to death won't be able to flip out much trouble.

The performance in the comics is also like this; those who can escape from prison are a very small minority. But the comics keep drawing these few people over and over again, so it makes people feel they escape every day, making Batman not killing seem a bit stupid.

But in reality, you can see from the number of deaths in Cat Getan every year that, without considering supernatural factors like the Court of Owls, it is still quite safe here.

This also shows that the containment security of the Batman Foundation is even stronger than a certain Foundation. At least after the containment objects here lose control, Batman won't run away.

Schiller discovered that, theoretically, if operating normally, the restriction measures designed by Batman for each super-criminal were still quite effective. Even if this group of criminals could forcibly break through the security measures, they would have to pay a great price, and they would probably be unable to complete their subsequent crimes.

But judging from the history of this city, these security measures have not operated normally even once. If nothing goes wrong, someone should have tampered with them.

There are no normal criminals in the entire asylum, and the doctors and nurses only do routine physical examinations and consultations, basically not doing long-term treatment, and will leave after staying for a period of time.

Then the only person who can tamper with it is the warden who stays here for a long time, and judging from Toke's cowardly appearance, he couldn't have sneaked into a certain prison himself to destroy something; it must have been remote control.

Schiller wandered around this room for a long time, but he didn't see which equipment Toke used to tamper with things. The Gray Mist told him that except for that emergency restriction button, at least in this room, they were all just basic monitoring equipment.

After Schiller walked around, he stopped in front of the emergency button panel again. This was the only equipment with heavy traces of use. In these few years, Toke might have only used this equipment.

Schiller let the Gray Mist enter the wall to check, and after not long, the Gray Mist came back and said, "It's this, the wires inside the wall are connected backward."

"Connected backward?"

"Yes. This is not an emergency restriction button; this is a button to release emergency restrictions. If you press it, all security facilities activated by the alarm will become invalid."

"Sure enough," Schiller said.

He looked at the button carefully again and found that it was divided quite finely. Besides each cell, there were also corridors, as well as all the doors in the asylum, etc.

One can fully imagine that once this group of criminals escaped, Toke would immediately pat it wildly; let alone people like Bane and Killer Croc, even the Mad Hatter, who seemed to have underdeveloped cerebellum, could run out in a flash.

Schiller touched his chin and said to the Gray Mist, "Connect the wires back, that is, turn this into a real emergency restriction measure."

The Gray Mist handled it quickly, and then Schiller took out a map from the drawer and started looking at it. While looking, he wrote and drew, and it took a long time to finish.

Many things were added to the drawn map, looking like some gates or roadblocks, anyway, they were obstacles to prison escape.

However, holding the design drawing, Schiller was a bit troubled. The Gray Mist could also do renovation, but it was relatively slow because it needed to synthesize materials itself, and it hadn't done this kind of work before. The child wasn't the type who could do physical labor.

It would be best to find a renovation team, but Schiller didn't have many people he could use right now. Fiers couldn't be moved for the time being; he had to find a way himself.

After thinking for a long time, Schiller took out his phone, dialed a number, and after that, a slightly tired female voice came from the other side.

"Hello, who is this?"

"It's me, Schiller, Ms. Ruth. I have a plan here that needs help; are you free recently?"

The woman's voice on the other side immediately became angry, and she said, "You actually still dare to call me?! You destroyed the Charabanc family!!"

"Without the Charabanc family, have you become a stray dog? Then you really need to improve your professional ability; after all, what Cat Getan lacks least is stray dogs." Schiller's tone was without fluctuation, and he continued, "Find me a renovation team before tonight, preferably one that has renovated bank vaults. Let them bring good materials and rush over as soon as possible; the price is negotiable."

After saying this, he hung up the phone, took a photo of the design drawing, sent it to Fiers, and then said, "The matter is done, I am now the warden. I found a renovation team to increase the difficulty of prison escape; it will definitely be very exciting when the time comes."

After a pause, Schiller sent another message, saying, "Sitting at home waiting for the result is really too boring. I found a whole set of monitoring equipment here, very clear and without delay. Why don't you invite everyone to watch the entire prison escape process in the casino? You can also get closer to them."

Fiers replied quickly: "I really didn't misjudge you! If those big shots could all come to the casino under your invitation, let's see how my dad says I'm not as good as that little bastard!"

Looking at this message, Schiller showed a smile. ===== CHAPTER 3280 =====