Chapter 3568

Because he had to teach basic academic courses again, Shiler had to dig out the lesson plans from a long time ago. But he had basically forgotten the content on them, and some theories seemed a bit outdated now, so he was busy revising the lesson plans recently.

In addition, his group of doctoral and graduate students also seemed to feel that the paper had been dragged on for too long, and finally their conscience was discovered, and several versions sent to him recently had significant changes. Although there was still no hope of graduation, even if it was superficial work, Shiler had to reply seriously.

Because he was indeed working seriously, Brainiac didn't find trouble for him either. But working for several days in a row increased Shiler's pressure. He felt that if he continued to work like this, when the freshmen came to report, they would face an unprecedented storm.

Just at this time, a phone call from Harley saved him.

"Hello? Professor? There is a meeting of the Tomorrow Alliance tonight, are you coming?"

"Of course," Shiler quickly closed the computer and said, "No need to wait until tonight, I'll go over now."

After speaking, ignoring Brainiac's shouting, Shiler quickly went out, drove, and came to the mansion by the Gotham River.

Unexpectedly, even so, he was considered late. When he went, people were almost all there. Harley, who organized the meeting, hadn't come yet, but Scarecrow, Mr. Freeze, Joker, Killer Croc, etc., all came.

With this enthusiasm, Harley might be the most prestigious Harley Quinn in the entire multiverse.

Just as Shiler walked in, he heard Jonathan complaining there: "God, why do I also have to teach basic psychology courses?! You don't know how angry Shiler was by those students at the beginning..."

Just as he said this, he turned his head and saw Shiler. Jonathan's expression froze. But Shiler didn't refute either, he sat by the round table and said: "Aren't you a professor in the chemistry department?"

"Yeah, so I also have to teach basic courses in the chemistry department," Jonathan pulled his hair hard and said, "And just because I haven't published a paper for two years, that damn artificial intelligence insisted on making me publish the technology of fear gas as a paper! Is this something that can be published?!"

Victor didn't look very energetic either, dozing on a chair against the wall. After seeing Shiler come, he yawned, tried hard to open his eyes and said: "I have stayed up for two nights in the lab, and I have to tutor Billy to do homework when I go back..."

Shiler looked at Killer Croc again. On his face covered with scales, you couldn't tell if his complexion was good or not, he was just playing with the poker cards in his hand.

"My company has entered a lot of newcomers recently, and I am busy training them. Brainiac has connected me with a lot of good work, moving, carrying, and decorating, busy without touching the ground. Several scales were sunburned, and it was hard to find time to come over."

"Don't look at me," Jack said, "Ran six trips from the pier to the West Suburb Park yesterday, two tires exploded and I didn't have time to change them. Brainiac also insisted on playing his shitty refreshing music in the car..."

Shiler originally felt that he was already tired enough, but after listening to their encounters, he felt that his job was still quite easy. At least most of the time he was looking at the computer in the office. Pure brain labor, although slightly boring, was still better than entering a factory or a laboratory.

Brainiac found a class for everyone. But he was not endlessly squeezing, but arranging work tasks at the limit of what the human body and physiology could bear, while inducing with benefits, forcing out people's potential, making people feel "since you are here, why not take this opportunity to earn more".

Tired is indeed tired, but the pie drawn can indeed be eaten, and the sense of achievement in work is very full, basically it can be said that it has reached the labor state in human ideals.

But then again, the labor state in human ideals is not to work, so even if everyone can still bear it, they will very much need leisure time to slack off.

But Brainiac is indeed very advanced, it is difficult to succeed in slacking off in front of him, so there must be a reasonable excuse. This led to Harley's phone call, everyone arrived as fast as possible, aggressive, ready to go.

The last time this scene happened was when the criminals in Arkham Asylum in other universes broke out of prison to deal with Batman.

Can only say that one era has one era's Batman.

Soon, Two-Face Harvey also arrived. He looked the most energetic of all. Shiler didn't even need to guess, he knew his first sentence must be "Christine".

"Christine invited me to watch a play tonight, so I can probably only stay for half an hour. If there is anything, say it quickly, don't delay my date," Harvey said, looking at his watch.

He immediately paid the price for this statement—having to block the finger biscuits, poker card packaging, decorative dried flowers, and dice thrown over with his arms.

"Hey... hey! You guys are jealous!" Harvey shouted while waving his hand.

"Don't say so much, let's have two games," Shiler had already started shuffling the cards, he said, "Can't believe I haven't played cards for a whole week. Who is the dealer?"

Jack rolled up his sleeves and said: "I'll do it, the dealer has good luck in the first game."

"You are sitting in the gun position?" Victor looked at Shiler and asked, "I remember you never won sitting in the gun position."

"I never won in other positions either, just here."

Several people sat in their positions and started dealing cards. Just as Shiler turned his cards over, he saw a line of information appear on the phone placed on the edge of the table:

"God, your luck is really bad, Professor. I suggest you quit this game directly and go back to read the paper."

Shiler slapped the phone over.

It was very expected that this game was lost. Although Shiler's card-playing skills were not top-notch, he was quite good at calculation, and he could also roughly know what their cards were by observing others. But unfortunately, his luck was indeed too bad, how to win with a hand of scattered cards?

"You go down," Shiler waved his hand at Jack and said, "Let Brainiac deal the cards, maybe artificial intelligence can reverse my luck."

Pamela and Deathstroke, who arrived later, also joined the card game. So when Harley arrived, she saw a group of people playing cards around the table.

"What are you doing, what are you doing!" Harley slapped the table and shouted, "We are the Villain Alliance here, not a senior club! No playing cards!"

"That's right, playing cards is really a waste of time!" Brainiac echoed.

Ten minutes later, Harley slapped the cards in her hand on the table and put her hands on her hips, saying: "I have a straight flush, how can you win?!"

Shiler threw the full house cards in his hand on the table with some helplessness, originally this hand was quite good, didn't expect to encounter a novice protection period. Harley's cards were bigger one after another, she won all of them in these rounds, and the chips were almost piled into a mountain.

"Ah!" Harley suddenly shouted, looked down at her watch and said, "My God, how many rounds have we played? It's 10:30!"

"I have reminded you many times," Brainiac said, "At 9:00 you said one more game, at 10:00 it was still one more game. You won't want one more game, right?"

"Forget it, it's too late today," Harley said, "Let's disperse."

"Did you forget something?" Shiler poured the ice cubes out of the cup and said, "You called us here just to play cards?"

"Oh, no!" Harley patted her head and said, "It's all your fault, I said don't play, don't play, you insisted on pulling me to play, almost forgot the real business."

She cleared her throat, stood on her chair, waved her hand and said: "Look at me! Look at me! Don't count the chips, what's so good about counting that little money?!"

"I announce, our Tomorrow Alliance has received the first order! Applaud!!!"

The people next to the table applauded very cooperatively. Harley also puffed out her chest and raised her head, looked around, and nodded to the people below from time to time, soon she made a closing gesture and said:

"Although we are villains, we still have to have basic professional ethics, so here I cannot disclose the employer's information..."

"The employer is me," Brainiac said, "There is a group of people on Diamond Street secretly planning a terrorist attack to overthrow my rule, I hope you can help me kill them."

Harley was so angry that she threw her phone to the ground.

After a long time, she remembered that the phone was hers, so she could only jump down to pick it up, blew the dust off it and said: "Okay, you damn guy, you'd better be ready with the reward, otherwise I'll throw you into the septic tank..."

"The matter is done, everyone has three days off."

In an instant, the applause was several times more enthusiastic than just now.

Shiler also had to admit that in terms of grasping human nature, Brainiac had indeed reached the extreme.

To talk about money, in fact, everyone present was not short of money to the point of wanting to trade their lives for money. Even if they didn't earn extra money, they were at most a bit tight, not to the point of not being able to afford food.

And they were not the kind of people who loved money like their lives, money was enough to spend, and the remaining time was used to exert self-worth and seek spiritual satisfaction.

So if Brainiac offered a high price, it is estimated that not many people would show up. But if he gave time off, and it was three days off, and no one would disturb them within three days, they could have a good vacation, then anyone who was busy crazy would be tempted. Shiler was naturally no exception.

"Okay," Harley raised her hand and said, "Deathstroke is a professional killer, next let him talk about his views."

Deathstroke said while loading bullets into the gun: "The answer is in the riddle, dear lady, you said it yourself—I am a professional killer."

The gauntlet brushed over the gun body, making a crisp "click" sound when loading. Deathstroke raised his gun, his eyes close to the scope.

With a "bang", the bullet flew out of the muzzle, cutting through the air while rotating, shooting straight into the man's brow. Blood and brains burst out like a volcanic eruption.

With a terrified expression and wide-open eyes, the man fell slowly like a tree sawed deep by a saw.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

The scream tore through the sky of Diamond Street.

(End of chapter)