Chapter 3767

On the other side, Schiller, who had returned to the Broken Bat's universe with Arkham Batman to retrieve the equipment for preserving brains, had already retrieved the equipment and returned to the Silence Batman's universe.

The more portable equipment was transported by Arkham Batman's Batmobile, and the heavier ones were brought over by Cl-Bat. However, this evil god Batman still had things to do; that black magic Batman who could summon monsters had run away, and he was preparing to call Jerome to chase and kill him together.

Schiller looked at the pile of equipment placed on the open ground, feeling a bit of a headache. He said, "We should put this stuff in the Wei En Group's laboratory, right?"

"Originally it should be like this, but do you think the Wei En Group of this universe is safe?"

Schiller was silent for a moment. If it were the team brought out by Batman, there would be nothing else to say; it would definitely be trustworthy. But the Wei En Group of this universe was brought out by Elliott, and with Elliott's level, wouldn't the group be leaking like a sieve?

"Then where do we put this thing?"

"It still has to be put in the Wei En Group; at least the hardware equipment there is good." Arkham Batman said, "But you have to remind that Batman to be careful, let him take good security measures, and don't give others an opportunity."

Although this is not a perfect solution, it seems it can only be like this. Although the previous Wei En Group was unreliable, at least the helmsman now is the Main Universe Batman, and it should not take long to return to the peak level.

Schiller was obviously not very satisfied. He thought for a moment, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and then said, "We can conduct experiments in the Wei En Group, but before Batman reorganizes the Wei En Group, it's best not to put the equipment there. I do have a safer place, but it's a distance away from here. Call a truck first?"

Arkham Batman didn't know where he was talking about, but he still nodded. Schiller quickly found a truck, let the truck load those large pieces of equipment, and the Batmobile cleared the way in front.

"Where did you get the contact information for the truck?"

"Remembered it when passing by a freight company before." Schiller said, "Don't ask me why I can remember it; corpses won't fly into the Atlantic by themselves."

"I am very curious about your professional experience." Arkham Batman turned the steering wheel and said, "Why on earth did you choose to be an agent when all the other yous are white-collar workers?"

"Do you want another shot of morphine?"

"Of course not. The concentration is a bit too high."

"This shouldn't be said by you." Schiller turned his head to look out the window and said, "The shot I gave you could put down an elephant."

"If you were injected with at least a hundred shots of concentrated fear toxin within a week, you would also have such drug resistance."

"I am also very curious about your professional experience."

The two drove to an unfamiliar street corner. Arkham Batman didn't see any familiar buildings here, but Schiller walked directly into a small alley next to it, and then conjured a door out of thin air there.

That's right, this was his house obtained from Demon Jason in the Pale Knight's universe before. Schiller can summon it in any universe, and he even gave it a very special name, called "Come-and-Go House."

Because it can be summoned in every universe, including the Dark Multiverse, this can be called Schiller's base for exploring various multiverses. Although the house is not big, it is still okay to put some equipment.

Arkham Batman walked in to visit, but from the outside, this is just an ordinary house. Arkham Batman felt this might be some kind of magic prop; considering Schiller still had morphine on him, he tactfully didn't ask more.

After putting down the equipment, Schiller said, "Although I am sure no one will find this place, Laughing might find it by predicting your actions. You'd better guard the surroundings for a while; I'm going to the Wei En Group to let Batman improve the laboratory's security level."

Arkham Batman nodded. Schiller drove another car away and soon arrived at the entrance of the Wei En Building. He didn't care whether Batman would let him in or not; an agent has his own ways to get in.

He walked all the way to the top floor office, knocked on the door, and walked in; only after entering did he find there was another person in the room, and that was Jason Todd.

Seeing him enter, the expression on Batman's face became very wonderful.

He had just spent more than three hours discussing business cooperation between the Wei En Group and the Red Line Defense Group with Jason, just to prevent Jason from going to Schiller to die.

It is said that raising a child for a hundred years brings ninety-nine worries; although Batman hasn't raised any Jason for a hundred years, he has seen almost a hundred Jasons, all of whom are little experts at courting death.

Having finally encountered a Jason who seems not to have died under the Joker's crowbar, Batman certainly couldn't watch him die under Schiller's knife, so he could only use this method to drag him out.

As a result, Schiller came now.

Batman also carefully distinguished which Schiller this was.

Good news: not Pathological, it's Agent.

Bad news: it's Agent, not Pathological.

Jason immediately stood up from the chair, narrowed his eyes to size up Schiller, and then said, "When you sneaked into Elliott's banquet, it was to investigate him, right?"

Schiller pulled his chair over, then sat down, leaned on the back of the chair to look at Jason, and said, "That's right, what's wrong?"

"Was the person who fell from the ceiling killed by you?"

"If he attacked the police, yes."

"What do you mean by if?"

"It means if you continue to slander me without evidence, I will judge you as attacking the police."

Jason's face became a bit ugly. He stared closely at Schiller's face and said, "You know some things shouldn't be investigated further, Mr. Agent."

"What is it that shouldn't be investigated further? Does it refer to the fact that the batch of Raptor missiles you imported from the Lex Group a few weeks ago is exactly the same model as the missiles that shot down Elliott's helicopter?"

Jason slammed the table: "That was just a normal import!"

"Then what are you excited about?" Schiller smiled, turned the chair to the side, put one arm on the table, leaned forward, and said, "Who did you originally intend to sell this batch of missiles to?"

"What does this have to do with you?"

"So you didn't intend to sell them to the Wei En Group?" Schiller pretended to be thoughtful and said, "I thought you and Wei En were as firm as gold, and specially purchased a batch of missiles to help him strike his competitors during the election."

Jason's heart sank suddenly. He looked at Batman's face, but saw nothing.

Batman sighed in his heart. The Jason of this universe is deeper than the Jasons of other universes, but only to a limited extent; he was led into talking after just a few sentences.

"I have one more question." Schiller was relentless, "As an arms dealer, you rely so much on the Wei En Group's orders, even risking your life several times to save Elliott. But the Wei En Group is a comprehensive group; what does he need so many arms for?"

"Of course because he wants to maintain Cat Getan's public order." Jason pointed to the street outside the window and said, "The weapons and security robots of those defense forces didn't just appear out of thin air..."

"Maintain public order? Who gave him this power?" Schiller's face turned cold. He also slapped the table and said, "What about the police? The army? The National Guard? The FBI? The federal government? When is it his turn, a family business, to use private armed forces to maintain the public order of a federal city?!"

Jason was choked, his face turning red. Schiller looked at him and said, "I have already notified the FBI; they will contact the state police and the Cat Getan Police Department to help restore normal order in the city. I came to find Mr. Wei En today just to talk about this matter. Those security forces and robots wandering on the street had better get out quickly; otherwise, he won't be able to take a single vote from New Jersey."

Jason's face turned from red to green. He looked at Batman and said, "You just said you would continue the defense orders with the Red Line Group..."

"Yes. However, what Mr. Agent said also makes sense; the Wei En Group is just an ordinary enterprise, not the ruler of this city, and has no power to use force to suppress the residents in the city..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Jason roared at him, "Elliott could do it, why can't you?!"

Batman said in his heart, of course because Schiller didn't come when Elliott was ruling this city! Can you not be such an outlaw in front of an FBI agent?!

But of course he couldn't tell the truth, so he had to say standard lines: "As the helmsman of the Wei En Group, Elliott was not very competent. He sacrificed too many corporate interests for meaningless oppression of citizens. This will have a bad impact on the group's reputation. Since I'm back, of course I have to set things right and adjust the company's business route in as gentle a way as possible. I promise to maintain the interests of all partners as much as possible. Okay?"

"Okay my ass!" Jason shouted, "If you don't completely control this city, are you planning to let the resistance army raze this place to the ground?! That will cause many people to die! The whole city will be destroyed!"

"This will first cause you to suffer heavy losses." Schiller said, "If Mr. Wei En doesn't intend to suppress Cat Getan in the previous way, you will lose at least tens of billions of defense orders every year. You are just feeling sorry for the money."

Jason felt a fire burning in his heart. Clearly, before Schiller came, Batman was talking to him just fine. They repeatedly confirmed the details of many orders, and Bruce Wei En clearly intended to follow the old rules and continue to rule Cat Getan. But as soon as this damn agent came, everything changed. If Wei En was really persuaded by him to cancel those orders, the losses of the Defense Group would be immeasurable.

Even without the deal with that head, he had to find a way to kill Schiller. A trace of murderous intent flashed in Jason's eyes.

Batman moved immediately, but he was still half a second late.

Bang!

Jason was knocked to the ground by Schiller with a shot. This time Schiller didn't put away the gun, but aimed the muzzle slightly downward, aiming to fire again. Batman kicked the gun in his hand away.

"Stop!" Batman said.

Jason groaned in pain on the ground, clutching his chest. Batman rushed over quickly, while dialing the emergency number. But in fact, he was rejoicing in his heart: Schiller's shot came just in time; if Jason went to the hospital, he should have no time to look for trouble with that more troublesome Schiller.

But obviously things wouldn't go so smoothly. The day after Jason was sent to the hospital, when Batman went to visit him, he saw a familiar figure beside the hospital bed.

A man wearing a tan Prince of Wales check suit was sitting beside Jason's hospital bed, peeling an apple unhurriedly, talking to Jason in a low voice about something. Jason was also responding with a smile.

At the moment of seeing this harmonious scene, Batman even wanted to just let Joker find a crowbar now.