Chapter 413: Who Has Bad Luck, I Won't Say (Part 3)

The improvement of Cat Getan's traffic in the last year was more than the sum of the past ten years.

First, the new mayor's "three fires" upon taking office burned to the traffic problem. Several consecutive days of "Traffic Civilization Day," although almost turning the Cat Getan central roundabout into a ruin, demonstrated the new mayor's determination to strictly manage traffic even if it meant destroying the world.

Then there was the phenomenon that logistics problems affected the development of gang industries, making the vast majority of gang bosses realize that they couldn't fish in a dried-up pond; they had to build before they could profit. If no one was willing to spend money or effort, the final result was that everyone was blocked, and no one could make money.

Although this group of gang bosses hadn't read many books, their desire to make money was very high. Driven by profit, they not only actively participated in "Traffic Civilization Day," providing sufficient firepower support for traffic police and police, but also spent large sums of money to hire various professional personnel to reorganize Cat Getan's traffic network, and even sincerely invited some excellent traffic police to come to this city to help them maintain traffic.

The drivers, who were originally irritable and uncultured, also discovered that only when the roads were clear did they have more opportunities to choose. Logistics developed, there were more cars, and they could no longer work rigidly for a low-wage gang, but could go find better jobs. So although they were still cursing, most people finally learned to obey simple traffic rules.

Under the force of so many measures, Cat Getan's traffic improved significantly, but if one had to pick a typical example, the most chaotic was still the central roundabout area.

This traffic hub had existed for a long time and was built by the first Europeans to land here. At that time, it was just an ordinary town square. Later, when some Cat Getan families built this place, they retained the original structure, building it into the largest and busiest roundabout hub in the central area of Cat Getan.

The problem was, when the Europeans built this place, they assumed only they would walk here, and they understood traffic rules. However, the later users were not this batch of Europeans, but the vast majority of truck drivers who hadn't read books but were irritable.

Because the traffic situation here was truly terrible, Gordon had to borrow the high-power Bat-Signal from Batman to serve as a traffic light. Later, Schiller found a group of Marvel heroes to increase the power of the traffic light, turning it into the brightest light ball that could shine on Cat Getan.

Coupled with the traffic police holding rocket launchers on the central watchtower to supervise traffic rules, and Cat Getan University interns responsible for issuing tickets and towing cars, the traffic situation at the central roundabout finally improved.

The drivers could finally clearly see the huge four-way traffic light and basically understood what the different lights on it meant. For example, see a red light and stop, see a green light and go, when to turn when a light is on, and when to stop and wait when a light is on.

This was indeed a good phenomenon, but it couldn't cover up the irritability of the drivers. They always felt that the green light time in the direction they were going was too short, while others' green light time seemed very long, so one could often hear various cursing battles in the central roundabout area, which even once promoted the development of Cat Getan's hip-hop rap culture circle.

After all, you didn't even need to buy a ticket; you just needed a car and the courage to plunge into the congested area of the central roundabout, and you could listen to a witty rap concert covering all English and English slang profanity for free.

But fortunately, even if the green light time was short, there was still a green light. Waiting would only make them irritable and impatient, not make them start fighting. This situation lasted for a long time, and the overall traffic situation was developing in a benign direction.

Until one day, a large green light bulb that could be seen very clearly from four directions fell above the entire traffic light.

If one looked down at the central roundabout from high altitude, one would find that when this huge green light bulb suddenly lit up, all the cars stepped on the gas without hesitation, instantly "pop!", "ta!", "bang!", "boom!"...

Then there was the rap concert, and *da-da-da-da-da-da*...

Actually, it wasn't that the central roundabout hadn't experienced being beaten into ruins. Most people just fired a few shots at the cars to vent their anger. If they really attacked others, it meant the two sides had long-standing grudges and were just using this as an excuse to erupt. Once the police entered, the riot would soon subside.

But the only problem was, very unfortunately, participating in this chaotic battle, or rather being forced to participate in this chaotic battle, was a very innocent university professor, and that was Schiller.

Originally, Schiller, who had returned to DC, was in a good mood because university professors had vacations. He hadn't taken his vacation last year and could save it for this year. He originally planned to finish teaching the current content, then assign a paper, and then go on vacation.

Today was his last day of work before his vacation.

Schiller didn't have any grand vacation plans; he just wanted to go to nearby Blüdhaven to see the scenery. That place had now become an emerging tourist resort on the East Coast. Going there to stay for a few days was the choice of many Cat Getan middle-class people.

However, this distance didn't leave room for taking a high-speed train or plane, and Americans preferred to drive for self-guided tours, so Schiller originally planned to drive there himself.

But now, he stood by the side of the road, looking at his Ford vintage car, whose front bumper was almost completely smashed and whose two rear wheels had completely flown off, and sighed deeply.

The situation was like this: when all the drivers saw the green light light up, they all stepped on the gas and rushed out, because these drivers had already been waiting impatiently. They didn't want to judge whether the light on the pole was really a green light, but Schiller knew it wasn't a real green light, so he didn't step on the gas immediately.

The result was that the car behind him, which stepped on the gas, directly rammed his car into the pickup truck in front.

Everyone knew that in such rear-end collisions, the car in the middle often suffered the most serious losses. If it weren't for Schiller having spider-sense and teleporting out the moment the car accident happened, he might still be pressed against the seat by the airbag right now.

Just as Schiller was considering who to call for this kind of thing, a very familiar figure walked over. Evans greeted Schiller, looked at Schiller, then looked at Schiller's car, stopped his intention to come over, and even silently stepped back two steps.

He said: "Good morning, Professor."

"Why are you standing so far away?" Schiller looked at him and asked, then beckoned to him and said: "Come over. Who should I look for in this situation? You know, I'm an outsider. Is there a towing company or something here?"

Evans had no intention of walking up at all. He just stood in place, then pursed his lips and said: "There is, it's just..."

Just then, another group of people walked over. A man in a suit holding a notebook looked Schiller up and down, then looked at his car, and said: "Heavily damaged vehicle, towing will incur an additional 20% fee. Paul, go handle his car. Doyle Towing Company thanks you for your patronage."

Schiller sighed, reached into his suit pocket, took out his wallet, and while flipping through it, said: "Alright, how much is the towing fee?"

"120 dollars, sir."

Schiller looked him up and down, quite incredibly, and said: "What did you say? 120 dollars?"

"Special circumstances, sir. Can't you see? Now it's cars waiting for people. If you don't look for us, that guy Layton charges more; he dares to ask you for 200 dollars!"

Schiller shook his head. If this were New York in the 21st century in the Marvel world, this price would be acceptable, but now it was 1988, an era where most consumption units were still cents.

At this time, Evans walked up, wanting to help Schiller out, but Schiller gave him a look to stop him. He took two banknotes out of his wallet and said: "Here."

Doyle took the money and whistled, because he discovered he had gotten an extra 10 dollars. He immediately waved to the other side of the car and said: "Paul, be gentle. This is our big client!"

He flicked the banknotes with his finger and said: "In Cat Getan, there aren't many people who give tips. Thank you, sir. We guarantee your car will arrive safely at the designated location. Doyle Company is the most professional towing company. Look for us next time you need it!"

【Book: *The Great Luo of All Worlds*】

Evans looked at Schiller, shrugged his shoulders, and said: "At least the service attitude is not bad, right?"

Schiller put his wallet away unhurriedly, put it back into his pocket, and then looked left and right at the chaotic situation. Just as the Doyle guy said, most of the cars on the field were broken, the central roundabout was blocked into a ball, and the roundabout in the middle had been beaten into a ruin.

Then, Schiller looked up at the sky.

So, where is that green light that just landed, or rather, Green Lantern Hal, now?

He was currently floating hundreds of meters in the air, looking in horror at everything happening below.

Before, he thought Cat Getan's folk customs were simple. Now, he knew Cat Getan's folk customs were truly simple.

He wanted to do something to remedy all this, but his intuition told him that it was better not to go down now.

Facts proved that Hal's intuition was very accurate, because this time, it wasn't just Schiller who suffered; Batman's family also suffered.

Before Green Lantern Hal stopped on that light pole, Bruce was driving, carrying Selina, Aisha, Dick, and the old butler Alfred. They wanted to go to the hospital for a physical examination.

It wasn't that Bruce wanted to give them a physical examination, but that the old butler Alfred wanted to ensure that Bruce's peculiar life trajectory during this period hadn't caused any trouble for his body. Although asking a doctor to come home was also possible, Alfred hoped everyone would get a more comprehensive checkup, so it was better to go to the hospital.

They scheduled the physical examination for the morning, so early in the morning, Bruce drove and carried everyone to the hospital. Originally, they were prepared to be blocked at the central roundabout for a while, but they didn't expect that this blockage would last all day.

Bruce's encounter was the same as Schiller's. When all the drivers thought it was a green light that had lit up, he discovered it wasn't a green light, but Green Lantern Hal, so he didn't step on the gas either.

But fortunately, the cars he drove were all safe vehicles, much stronger than that Ford vintage car, so the ones that suffered heavy losses were the two cars in front of and behind him. Bruce's car was unscathed.

But this didn't mean he wasn't angry. Originally, Cat Getan's traffic situation improved, and Bruce was also honored; this also provided him with no small convenience. But why on earth did this guy glowing green want to come here to make trouble?

And even angrier than him was the old butler Alfred. At that moment, Alfred also saw Hal's appearance.

And a few days ago, he had actually discovered this guy glowing green, who not only seemed to be following Aisha but also seemed to be following Batman.

The old butler narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky. In the dense clouds covering Cat Getan, he keenly captured that faint green light.

And at this moment, Hal shivered violently. ===== CHAPTER 414 =====