Chapter 3287 Bloody New City (36)
"Don't look at me like this. They eat them so hard that they are full of fish and meat. Proper vomiting is good for their health." Schiller ignored Batman's disagreement gaze and said.
"Is this the reason why you poison someone?"
"What poisoning! Don't say it's so ugly!" Schiller's voice was a little higher, but he seemed to be afraid of attracting the attention of people around him. He lowered his voice and said, "It's not that you have to use chemical poison. After taking poisonous mushrooms, you are poisoned.
Isn't it also poisoned?"
"But each of them is a gourmet. Can't you tell the difference between mushroom types?"
"Then use chemical poison on non-toxic mushrooms. This will make them still get poisoned after a distinction."
Batman was speechless, so he had to say, "You just tell me what you want to do."
"I can't tell you now, you'll know soon."
Schiller said "quickly", usually faster than "quickly". Batman learned this as soon as he got home because he received a letter in his mailbox.
Gotham’s largest casino, “Fels East Coast Paradise,” sent a bet invitation to all members. The content of the bet was to bet who will be the criminal who escaped from the Arkham Asylum next time.
Batman's head was buzzing when he saw this letter, and the world was finally in a state of dying.
There are even odds orders attached below. Bain now has the lowest odds. Everyone thinks he can successfully escape from prison because he is really strong and acts as the main position in almost every criminal operation. He will definitely be the next time he escapes from prison.
Then, then
The ones with higher odds are those who do not have any particularity, such as Riddle Man. Although guessing riddles is very interesting, he is a thin man himself, and the chance of running out of Arkham is too low.
Some of the most conventions are like Crazy Hatters. Although they do not have the advantage in physical fitness, they have special abilities. A group of people are optimistic about such people and have lowered their odds.
Batman couldn't rate the bet.
Yes, in the upper class of Gotham, crime is indeed regarded as an investment, but that is just their chat at some dances, and they are all the whispers while dancing, and no one will be on the news show.
I talked about this kind of topic.
Now Pheles is not pretending at all, right?
But don't say it, don't say it. Human nature to pursue excitement is engraved in the bones, especially the upper class who have money and nowhere to spend it. What they like most is this kind of life-stricken game.
Batman turned over the invitation letter and found that it was not just this bet, but this bet was the biggest one.
The rest are the time for escape, the crime location after escape, the number of deaths in the crime, the number of police officers dispatched, etc.
The most outrageous thing is that they also bet on things related to Batman, such as Batman arrives within a few minutes after the attack begins, what equipment will Batman use, and who will Batman catch first...
Browsing one entry after another, Batman gradually exerted force while pinching the invitation letter.
No one with a conscience can see someone who is happy to be careless of human life without feeling angry.
But what made Batman feel even more sad and angry was that he knew they would be very interested and they would flock to participate in this exciting game to satisfy his extremely empty desire.
Batman took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down. He began to think about the role Schiller played in the matter.
Schiller was walking through a luxuriously decorated corridor and came to a magnificent private room. A young man with dazzling blond hair and green eyes was hugging two hot girls and directing the waiter to give him.
Pour wine in the wine glass.
Seeing Schiller come in, he stood up enthusiastically, shook hands with the other party, and then said with great enthusiasm: "It's perfect! Sir! In the hour after the invitation letter was delivered, more than 70 people called me.
Where is the phone number?"
"Are they all regulars here?"
"Yes, they are all very fat fish." The young man laughed wildly and said, "Now my brother can't compete with me! My father will only kick the useless waste away.
!”
"Calm down, Mr. Pheles," Schiller said. "It's not enough. We're not going to want regular customers, but everyone. I mean everyone in the upper class of Gotham is involved."
"Of course!" Fils raised his tone and said, "It's only been an hour. When the news spreads, I believe they will all be involved."
But Schiller didn't seem to be infected by his excitement. He just found a chair and sat down, and said, "The next highlight is to prevent them from manipulating the gambling game. They will definitely do this, right?"
Fils leaned against the wall and said, "Of course. As far as I know, that guy Tok has several masters, and they will definitely reach out."
"What are you going to do?"
"Don't underestimate me too much, Mr. Schiller. If I were as trash as my brother, I wouldn't have taken this casino from my father."
After saying that, he clapped his hands. A door was opened on the side of the box, and a slightly obese figure was taken in. It was Tok, the director of the Arkham Asylum.
The fat man was trembling. Before Pheles could say anything, he began to cry and beg for mercy, saying that he would only work for the Pheles family from now on. But from the proficiency of his movements, he could see that
, He has said this to many people.
Philes just took a knife from the apple next to him, first patted Tok's cheek with the side of the knife, and then inserted it into Tok's throat with a knife.
With a "squeak", blood splattered. The dean ended his career and his life at the same time.
Schiller sat in a chair and watched it all without any fluctuations. Pheles glanced at him in the aftermath, then turned back, as if feeling disappointed that he had not seen the scene he wanted to see.
Then, then
"Who are you going to change to?" Schiller asked, "You'd better have the confidence that this new dean would not be bribed."
"I'll go in person, what do you think?"
"You can do that if you want your brother to laugh at your funeral."
"What about you? What if I asked you to go?"
Schiller said impatiently: "I don't want to go around you here anymore, Mr. Pheles. Your irrelevant suspicion will only slow you down and miss the best opportunity."
"Okay." Fils shrugged and said, "It's horrible to use criminals to escape from prison to start a gambling game. It's simply a matter of putting the face of the federal government on the ground. To prevent such a vicious case, the Gotham Police Department must do its best to prevent it from happening.
Go."
"James Gordon, what do you think?" Philes spread his hands and said, "I heard that the anti-terrorism team he formed is very powerful. It should be enough to deal with those people when he transferred them all."
"How are you going to transfer them over? Do you think our stubborn new mayor will agree?"
"This is indeed a trouble," Philes nodded and said, "But, sir, if you want to get your high commission, you have to think of a solution for me, right?"
There is no wrong one, one time, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one by one!
"I can only give you an idea, and the specific one is to do it." Schiller sighed lightly and said, "Director Gordon and Mayor Napier have one thing in common, that is, they are kind enough."
"You don't need to do anything extra, just let them know about it and throw Tok's body at the police door, let them know that if they don't stop it, many people will die for it.
Naturally, you will do what you want them to do.”
"Good idea," Fils snapped his fingers and said, "Then you can send the body over."
"I hope you don't regret it." Schiller stood up and said.
Half an hour later, Gordon saw the body hanging in the police station hall. Everyone rushed out of the hall in panic, and some young police officers with insufficient experience had already started vomiting.
Gordon's face was darker than the bottom of the pot. He roared loudly: "What does Pheles mean?! No one dared to provoke me like this for many years!! Nightwing!! Lead the team to give me that shit casino right away
Surrounded by!!!”
Now it was Pheles' turn to look as dark as the bottom of the pot.
He hurried downstairs, but the guests were already expelled by the police. Gordon stood in the middle of the casino hall.
"Godon, are you fucking crazy?!!"
As a result, with a "click", Gordon directly opened the pistol security, and the black muzzle pointed directly at Pheles' forehead.
Pheles was stunned. Gordon just raised his lips and gritted his teeth and said to Pheles: "If you don't give me an explanation, I will break you here! Jesus can't keep you!"
Philes was a little confused. No, his casino is legal. Gordon came to check it a few times before, but he couldn't find anything, so he left in shame. Later, he almost never came and saw himself outside.
, they all left without saying a word.
What's wrong with him? It's so crazy???
Philes suddenly realized that it was the body he asked Schiller to throw away, right?
"James, calm down. Do you want to shoot a law-abiding citizen?!"
"Abide by the law?! Cut the director of the Arkham Asylum into a mop in the hall of the Gotham Police Department called "Abide by the law"???"
Philes opened his mouth. He wanted to say that when Tok went out of him, he was clearly complete, but suddenly he thought that if he was complete when he went out of him, who turned him into a mop.
Woolen cloth?
Thinking of this, Gordon doesn't seem to be a problem.
"Listen, James, there's a misunderstanding here." Philes stretched out his hand, "I promise this case has nothing to do with me."
"Do you know his mop is used to clean something?" Gordon threw two blood-red things hard on Pheles' face.
Pheles picked it up and saw that it was two pieces of chips covered with blood, the kind used in Pheles Casino.
He took a deep breath and was about to call out the name, but reason stopped him. If he really said the name Shiller, it would prove that he had something to do with the case.
"Sorry, James. This may be the ones under my command. I promise you that I will investigate clearly." Philes had to use the last move, "I am sorry for what Mr. Toke had happened.
.I can give some humanitarian donations to his family.”
"I'm sorry, too." Gordon looked at him with a cold expression and said, "I found the casino chips in the victim. I have to ask you to go back and cooperate with the investigation... and take action!"
Before Pheles could call the security guard, Yeyi flew over and kicked him down. In an instant, seven or eight big men rushed over and pressed him to the ground. When the casino security guard rushed over, his handcuffs were already handcuffs.
Go.
Pheles stared at Gordon viciously and said, "You're done, James Gordon. Do you dare to catch me?! The Pheles family will not let you go!!"
When he was escorted by the gate, he saw Schiller standing by the door. But behind Schiller was another familiar figure, his stupid brother.
Philes's face turned pale in an instant.
Chapter completed!