Chapter 3509: The Study of Cats and Dogs (68)

"A few days ago, someone placed an order on the Black Island website on the dark web, 3 million US dollars in equivalent gold to buy the life of Professor Schiller Rodriguez. Many people are joking that the behavioral school has finally exerted its strength," Deathstroke said.

Schiller sighed lightly and said, "Then why didn't you take the order?"

"Don't joke. We all know who you are," Deathstroke said. "At least the killers in Cat Getan won't take the order. Although we are short of money, we are not that stupid yet."

"However, I am a bit smarter than them and have some personal friendship with you, so I can sell this information to you. How much do you intend to pay?"

"It absolutely cannot be 3 million," Schiller shook his head and said. "If you want, you can move the things in the other office upstairs, that's all."

"Alright. I heard from Wei Lun that those furniture are all very new, maybe it can cover my insurance money for this year."

Then he went upstairs to look at the furniture.

Schiller watched his back, feeling a bit dumbfounded. It seems this old father is truly short of money.

But this is also reasonable. There are basically no full-time killers in this world. If they only relied on killing to make money, they might have starved to death long ago.

Most so-called killers are mercenaries. Besides killing, they also take jobs like delivering letters, passing information, and making trouble for people.

Now the economy is in a downturn, and almost no one spends money on this kind of thing. In order to survive, most people honestly found jobs, occasionally doing some petty theft to subsidize their families.

Schiller knew that the Deathstroke in their universe is older. Even if he is proficient in all the skills a killer should be proficient in, it is estimated that work is not that easy to find. Since they are almost starving to death, naturally they can't be picky about professional ethics.

"The situation on Black Island is not very good," Killer Croc said while looking at the decoration on the first floor. "Mercenaries get money easily, walk on the edge of life and death all year round, and have high pressure, so they spend without scruples, and basically no one saves money."

"After the Great Depression came, the income was far less than before, and the consumption on Black Island is high, so most people chose to leave. The vast majority went into the city to find a job, and some went back to their hometowns to farm."

"Although these people are not good people, they have some strength. I opened a branch there and recruited many good hands. The next step is to establish a security company, specifically to provide security for those newly opened factories in the West District."

"You are simply too good at doing business," Pamela gave him a thumbs up and said. "It won't be long before another big rich man emerges from among us."

Wei Lun grinned, his sharp crocodile teeth flashing with cold light. But in this scene, it looked more like the light of wealth.

"How is Jack recently?" Schiller asked again.

"He went for long-distance driving. Now the transportation industry is also in a downturn, only long-distance driving can make some money," Wei Lun shook his head and said. "Everyone is having a hard time. I heard that our new mayor formulated a new subsidy policy, but I don't know when it can be implemented."

"It should be soon," Schiller thought and said. He understands the Pale Knight. If there was no sign of it, he wouldn't announce it. Since he has already said it, there should be a clue.

Soon, Wei Lun began to load the car. Upstairs were all office tables, office chairs, cabinets, and the like, nothing particularly difficult to move. He and Deathstroke, plus Pamela, moved it all in no time.

Schiller gave Wei Lun an address to pick up the ordered new furniture. Although the other party provides door-to-door delivery service, the shipping fee is not cheap, which is why Schiller found Wei Lun.

And he, Pamela, and Merkel took this time to stroll through the Inner World market to see if there were any stocking channels.

On the way to the market, Schiller stated his thoughts, which received unanimous approval from Pamela and Merkel.

"Although there are not many people traveling now, those who still have the leisure to travel are definitely not short of money. These people like to buy some strange things to decorate their big houses," Pamela said.

"I am not worried about business, but the Inner World is not a complete secret either. If someone is jealous that our shop business is good and imitates us, what should we do?" Merkel asked.

"Then they don't have the money to buy such a good shop either," Pamela said. "There are not many buildings in the city center suitable for opening such shops, and many are old and dilapidated. Renovating them is a big trouble, and the investment is afraid to be as high as the land price. In this day and age, with so much money, they probably wouldn't choose to open such a shop."

"That's true," Merkel nodded and said. "However, I think we should still enrich the variety of stock to be completely irreplaceable."

Schiller seemed to remember something and said, "Victor said he can cut dense ice to make diamond rings, so can he also make other gems? Maybe we can put them in the shop to sell."

"I can also get some plants to sell... oh, please, Professor, what is that look? I guarantee they don't hit people!"

Schiller still looked at Pamela with a distrustful look.

"Alright, then I will make some dried flowers for you," Pamela said. "Dead plants should be no problem, right?"

"Are you sure it won't be haunted?"

"Of course not!" Pamela said confidently. "My laboratory happens to have a drying box. I will make a batch, and you can put them on the shelves to try and you will know. They are definitely different from other dried flowers."

"I hope it's a good kind of different," Schiller made a cross on his chest and said.

Immediately after, they entered the market. Neither Pamela nor Merkel had ever strolled here, and they were truly eye-opening.

Merkel stared at a glittering little elf flying in front of him and said, "Can we really not put this thing in the shop to sell?"

"Don't dream," Schiller said. "Let alone you, even Zatanna would have to exert some effort to beat this thing. You had better not have any ideas about living magical creatures; they are not vegetarians."

Merkel sighed disappointedly again.

The few strolled around. Merkel began to enter the role of shop manager, asking about the acquisition price of some handmade products, or walking up to ask whenever he saw a magical creature on the road holding something fun.

Pamela was purely sightseeing, and she felt that she could also pretend to be a magical creature and come over to sell some of her plants. Many of the plants she cultivated were very suitable for staying in the magical world, mainly because magical creatures are more convenient to deal with these man-hitting plants.

And Schiller was thinking about the news brought by Deathstroke. Someone spent money to kill him, who could it be?

This is actually not hard to guess. Only two questions need to be answered, and the answer is self-evident.

First, who has been going against the Professor recently?

Second, who can afford gold equivalent to 3 million US dollars? Or rather, why is it gold?

The answer to the first question is of course the aliens who rushed into Earth, thinking they had grasped the weakness of the Justice League and swearing not to stop until they achieved results.

The second answer is of course the aliens too. Everyone knows "antiques in prosperous times, gold in troubled times." Now the gold price is not high, and using gold instead of US dollars is purely a losing business; anyone with a brain wouldn't do this. The reason for using equivalent gold is probably that they don't have any human currency other than gold.

It is also normal for aliens to use gold as a general equivalent, because gold is a relatively scarce element in the whole universe. Among some relatively low-level civilizations, it counts as a universal currency. Many Green Lanterns also have gold quotas when they go out to perform tasks, which is convenient for them to operate on the surface of planets.

Therefore, Zod, the other alien besides Malafak, is the biggest suspect.

He definitely didn't guess that Schiller is the Professor; it is more likely that Malafak passed information to him in some way.

Malafak first saw Schiller at Cat Getan University, and then saw him in Middleton town; anyone with a brain could guess that Schiller is not simple.

Since the plan targeting Jonathan was ineffective, why not try dealing with Schiller instead? What if he guessed right?

Zod is very smart; he didn't show up in person to kidnap Jonathan like Malafak, but placed an order directly on the dark web, adopting a more human way to deal with Schiller.

This not only doesn't occupy his own energy but can also judge Schiller's true strength through the harassment of killers.

If the killer didn't succeed, it means the possibility of Schiller being the Professor is very high, and it won't be too late to deal with him with full force then.

It can only be said that Zod is more than an order of magnitude smarter than Malafak. Or rather, this General is not like that anti-social Malafak; he doesn't have the evil desires that would make him lose his mind, so naturally, he appears more rational and wise.

In the case that Schiller didn't know his plan, this is a good move. Unfortunately, he underestimated the survival pressure brought by the Great Depression to humans. Even the world's number one killer, Deathstroke, has to work hard to earn money to support his family, and selling the information of such an uncompletable task to the target is the most profitable.

Since he already knows Zod's plan, this is not a trouble for Schiller.

Although he knows that there must be brave men under heavy rewards. The people in Cat Getan definitely know he is not to be trifled with, but outsiders might not. At that time, there will definitely be many people who choose to take risks.

It just so happens that he is busy operating the shop during this period. If one comes every three days, just dealing with the corpses is troublesome enough.

But Schiller also has a way. On the way back to the new shop, Schiller made a phone call to Amanda. Isn't it time to rush for performance?

"Hello? It's me... Yes. You heard this news too? It seems there are many people selling information... That's right. This is a good time to prove the importance of the Federal Shield to Congress. Good, I'll wait for you at my office at Cat Getan University."

After Schiller returned to the new shop, Wei Lun had already picked up the new furniture. Actually, it was nothing, just a bed, a bedside table, and a large wardrobe.

The hard decoration of the house itself was already good enough, no need to add more decoration. After Wei Lun directed the workers to move the furniture to the designated positions, Schiller gave them some tips and began to clean up.

The mechanical laboratory of Cat Getan University launched the latest sweeping robot, which sold quite well and is not much worse compared to the later smart sweeping robots.

In order to get rid of the entanglement of the vacuum cleaner, Schiller ordered one, which had just been shipped and hadn't arrived yet. So he just simply swept the floating dust today, and the cleaning of other parts of the shop will have to wait until the sweeping robot arrives.

"I ordered some goods," Merkel knocked on the door and said. "About 6,000 dollars. Professor, should I send the bill directly to your office?"

"Send it to my home," Schiller said. "I'll write the new address for you... you can just send it here."

Schiller wrote a string of addresses for Merkel and gave him the key to the mailbox. Then Pamela and Merkel studied in the shop where to place those things.

Schiller drove back to Cat Getan University, because he knew Amanda wouldn't let him wait too long. Sure enough, he was stuck in the city center for half an hour, and it took another half hour to drive back to Cat Getan University. Just as he arrived at the office, Amanda had already arrived.

Schiller guessed that she should be in some surrounding city of Cat Getan and Metropolis, keeping a close eye on the movements of Metropolis.

Metropolis entering a state of emergency is no secret. Many people are watching here.

As soon as Amanda came in, she went straight to the point and said, "That guy offered the highest price on the dark web this quarter, and many good hands are coming here. Many of them are international wanted criminals. We two cooperate to take them down, there will be no shortage of benefits for you, Professor."

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