Chapter 801: The Killing Joke (Part 25)

After the high temperature of noon passed, Schiller and Bruce came to the urgent warehouse.

The work here is simple to say. The recorder is responsible for recording every item in the file when unloading, and then sticking on a label. And the porter work Bruce is engaged in is responsible for moving goods from one place to another.

Their workplaces are not exactly the same. Bruce is mostly outdoors, while Schiller is mostly indoors, but it's not without overlap. When Bruce moves things in, he can see Schiller recording near the shelves.

This also saves Bruce a worry, because he is actually very worried that Schiller will create too many employment opportunities after leaving his sight.

For the whole afternoon, Bruce worked seriously, and he also confirmed that Schiller didn't do anything tricky, just shuttled between the shelves, seriously recording all the goods in the file.

For some reason, Bruce actually felt a sense of relief. This was a full five hours, Schiller was normal for five hours straight, but soon, he discovered that he was happy too early.

By the time he got off work, it was almost dark. Bruce walked straight toward the outside of the warehouse, but Schiller called him to stop and said: "Let's go, come with me to get today's wages."

Bruce said somewhat strangely: "Wages? Didn't we settle it just now?"

"Did we? You mean those few dozen dollars? Come on, we worked for a full four hours. Do you think that money is worthy of our hard work?"

Bruce had a bad premonition, so he hurriedly followed behind Schiller, turned several corners, and came to the bottom of the wall on the periphery of the warehouse area. And waiting there was actually the person who recruited them during the day.

Schiller walked there, looked left and right, and said to him: "The goods have been transferred over. Is the truck ready?"

"Don't worry." The recruiter made an "OK" gesture and said: "The porter who handled it has been taken care of, the next buyer has also been contacted, the truck is parked outside the door, just as we agreed, four-six split..."

Schiller nodded, didn't say much nonsense, shook his head at Bruce, and said: "Follow me, move things."

On the way to find the truck, Bruce gritted his teeth and said to Schiller: "You just did this to steal things..."

"I already said, opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared." Schiller bypassed the front of the truck, came behind the recruiter who was preparing to get on the car, and then directly strangled his neck with his arm.

In a situation where Bruce hadn't reacted at all, Schiller directly inserted the car key into the recruiter's trachea. The whole process took less than three seconds.

Schiller let go of his hand, threw down the recruiter, opened the car door, sat on the truck, turned his head to Bruce, and said: "If you stay here, when the body is discovered, you will be the first suspect."

"You damn killer!" Bruce took a deep breath and looked at Schiller. If he could barely tolerate the previous behavior, he absolutely could not accept murder in front of him.

Schiller didn't even look. He took out a gun from his side, pointed at Bruce with the barrel, and said: "Get in the car, don't cause me trouble."

Finally, Bruce got in the car. During the driving process, the two were silent, but when they got off the car, Schiller smiled at Bruce again and said: "Let's go, let's go see our spoils today."

The attitude was as natural as if nothing had happened. Bruce even suspected he had intermittent amnesia, forgetting how the two were at daggers drawn just now.

Schiller opened the truck door. There were several boxes inside. Bruce saw that those were the goods shipped urgently today.

Most of them were frozen fresh food. Schiller opened the box. There were indeed many frozen foods inside, and the Bruce who had just walked over discovered that the food here seemed to have been carefully selected by Schiller. Not only was there seafood, but there was also a whole box of steaks, and they all looked like good, officially imported beef.

"You can't do this again. I warned you." Bruce stood behind him and said in an icy tone.

"I'm hungry, let's go back and eat." Schiller walked forward holding the box of beef, as if he hadn't heard what Bruce said at all.

After returning to the room, Schiller started cooking. Of course, because there were no vegetables among these frozen goods, he just simply fried the steak and made a pot of seafood soup, but even so, it was a quite sumptuous meal.

Schiller ate very happily, but Bruce didn't move a bite. He looked at Schiller and asked: "Don't you feel guilty? This doesn't belong to you..."

Schiller said slowly while eating: "... Bruce, let me ask you, do you think the resources produced in society now are enough for all the people on earth to share? Can the world's materials now support all of humanity?"

Bruce thought for a moment and nodded. Schiller forked a piece of beef and put it into his mouth, saying: "I am using the resources I should get according to the specification of completely average distribution of resources. Is there any problem with this?"

Bruce was about to speak, but Schiller said first: "Don't talk to me about private property being sacred and inviolable. Did the person who made this rule notify me before executing it? Did it go through my vote? Since not, why should I obey?"

"Then what about when others steal your things?" Bruce asked.

"Then I will go get them back myself, without needing others to help me execute justice. Yes, if everyone did as I did, the world would fall into war. So what? Your wish is to maintain world peace, but my wish is not."

"Sophistry." Bruce evaluated.

After finishing dinner, Schiller didn't intend to sleep, but put on his coat, looking like he was going out. Bruce looked at him and asked: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find a job. The warehouse work can't be done anymore. I have to find a new job to support myself, right?"

Bruce immediately felt his head start to ache. He said: "It's late at night, where are you going to find a job?"

"Go out and try my luck. Opportunities are always there." After saying that, Schiller went out, and Bruce had to follow behind him.

It was 9 o'clock at night, not too late, but the streets of Cat Getan were already pitch black. Today's luck was relatively good, and it hadn't rained yet.

Schiller walked while asking: "Last time you said, besides porters, what other jobs were there?... oh, serving dishes at a restaurant, right? Let's go, let's go to the snack street and see if we can find a job opportunity."

This meant something else to Bruce, so he hurriedly walked up and said: "I'll say it again, you can't kill..."

Bruce thought he would be met with Schiller's rebuttal, but unexpectedly, Schiller nodded and said: "Fine, no problem."

Bruce followed him suspiciously until they reached the most prosperous snack street near the "Living Hell." Schiller started wandering around again, stopping at the door of every shop for a while, going up to chat with small stall owners or restaurant waiters.

This time, Bruce didn't eat, didn't go to the restroom, just stared at Schiller from the side. He didn't believe Schiller could commit a crime under his nose.

More than an hour passed. Schiller had no unusual movements, didn't disappear suddenly, and didn't make excuses to go to the restroom, just chatting with the surrounding small shop owners. Bruce felt something was wrong, so he closed the distance to listen to his conversation with a hot dog stall owner.

"... Right, business is indeed hard to do now, there are too many competitors. I understand the situation you just mentioned. Don't worry, getting something that will make people have diarrhea or vomit is not difficult. After simple filtration of rainwater and dirty water, no one will see it..."

"Don't worry, at most three days, your competitors will be reduced by at least half. Now, let's talk about the reward..."

Bruce rushed up, pulled Schiller back, and gritted his teeth and said: "You can't poison food!"

Bruce spent a lot of effort pulling Schiller back to his residence, stopping his move to create more employment opportunities for Cat Getan.

Bruce, who had been guarding with high intensity for a day, was already exhausted. Originally, the lack of nutritional supply was enough, and he had consumed so much spirit. After returning to the room, he fell asleep.

As a result, at 5 o'clock the next morning, he heard movement outside the door. He stood up sleepily and pushed the door open, seeing Schiller already wearing his coat. Bruce asked again: "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to find a job." Schiller answered with a relaxed tone, saying: "I haven't found a job suitable for myself yet. I have to go early."

Saying that, he buttoned his trench coat while saying: "Yesterday you said there were truck and driver jobs. I plan to go take a look."

Bruce endured the sleepiness, walked back like a sleepwalker to put on his coat, and then tried his best to follow behind Schiller, saying: "You can't kill, don't steal things, don't poison food..."

Schiller walked forward as if he hadn't heard at all, came to the gathering place of truck drivers, found a master to ask clearly where to find gangs to lead trucks, found the exact address, and then started wandering around again.

Bruce could only squat on the side of the road, watching him walk from left to right, and from right to left, not knowing what he was going to do today.

He discovered that bringing Schiller to the slums was a wrong move. It should have been a decision made by his brain in a state of lack of nutrition. He added another burden to his slum life, which was to stare at Schiller so that he wouldn't make Cat Getan only have employment positions left.

Squatting at the street corner, Bruce felt very sleepy. Just when he was nodding off, suddenly, a loud "bang" sounded on the street not far from him. He woke up immediately and stood up from the side of the road.

Bruce saw that on the road in front of him, two trucks had collided, and the driver of one of the trucks was Schiller.

Before the driver of the opposite truck could say anything, Schiller got out of the car first, pointed to the collision part, and said: "Hey! Old man, what's wrong with you? I just got this new car today, and you crashed it like this?! And it's in the territory of the New City Gang. Aren't you giving them too little face?"

Hearing the movement, it wasn't just Bruce who woke up, but also the gang members in this area. Coincidentally, Schiller's car was just taken from them. Seeing that Schiller had just gone out for less than two minutes and the car was crashed, the faces of several gang members didn't look very good.

"Hey, Claude, what's wrong with you? Trying to provoke trouble in our territory on purpose, right?" Several gang members walked over, confronted the truck driver opposite, and said: "This is a new recruit we just hired to run the cold storage line. He just drove a new car today, and you crashed it like this. Are you looking for trouble on purpose?!"

In fact, these gang members didn't understand any traffic rules, nor did they see clearly who crashed into whom, but this was their territory after all. They couldn't show weakness. Regardless of whose responsibility it was, they had to scold the opposite side. Otherwise, wouldn't they be scolding their own boss for not knowing people and recruiting a new driver who couldn't drive?

Schiller also helped out on the side, saying: "I was going straight, you turned from the side. You grabbed the lane and crashed into my car. I really don't understand, there's no blind spot here, how could you crash into it?"

"I..." The truck driver opposite, named Claude, turned his head to look at the mirror at the street corner. At this time, the mirror was broken, but after Schiller followed his gaze, he said: "Yes, the corner mirror is broken, but you should also be an old driver. Don't say that if you don't look at the corner mirror, you won't turn..."

Claude looked at the several gang members who were getting closer and closer, gritted his teeth and said: "Damn, count me unlucky. What do you want?"

Although Claude also had a backer, he also knew that he was in the wrong. He really didn't pay attention just now. He stepped on the gas as soon as he finished the turn. It was not strange to crash.

Besides, the gang territory he was in was relatively far away. If he wanted to call someone to support the scene, he would inevitably be beaten, which was not worth it at all.

"What else can we do? Pay for the car repair, and get out quickly." Schiller glanced at him and gave a wink to the gang members next to him.

The gang members immediately understood that there was money to be made here. They held long guns, walked up, and said: "Hurry up, we don't want to use force, pay up and get out!"

Claude spat on the ground, took out his wallet, took out two banknotes, and handed them to Schiller. Schiller handed one of the banknotes to the gang member and then stuffed the other into his own pocket.

And Bruce, who witnessed this collective "touch porcelain" activity, felt his brain buzzing. ===== CHAPTER 802 =====