Chapter 3313 Bloody New City (Thirty-Six)

Chapter 3287 Bloody New City (36)

"Don't look at me like that. They eat themselves well with big fish and meat. Proper vomiting is good for 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 say what you want to do."

"I can't tell you now, you'll know soon."

Schiller said "very fast", usually faster than "very fast". 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 is to bet who will escape 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 below. Bain now has the lowest odds. Everyone thinks he can successfully escape from prison because he is really strong and plays the main role in almost every criminal operation. He will definitely be there for the next time he escapes.

Those with higher odds are those who have no particularity in themselves, such as the Ridder Man. Although guessing riddles is interesting, he is a thin man himself, and the chance of running out of Arkham is too low.

Some people who are average are like Crazy Hatters. Although they do not have the advantage of 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 Gotham's upper class, crime is indeed regarded as an investment, but that's just their chat at some dances, and they're 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 have nowhere to spend. 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.

The rest are the time of 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 enjoying his 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 this matter.

Schiller was walking through a luxuriously decorated corridor and came to a magnificent private room. A young man with dazzling blonde hair and green eyes was hugging two hot girls and directing the waiter to pour wine into his 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 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 said in a raising voice. "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 bet. They will definitely do this, right?"

Fils leaned against the wall and said, "Of course. To my knowledge, 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, and before Fels could say anything, he began to cry and beg for mercy, saying that he would only work for the Fels family from now on. But from the proficiency of his movements, it can be seen that he has said this to many people.

And Fels just took a knife from the apple next to him, first patted Tok's cheek with the side of the knife, and then stabbed Tok's throat.

With a "sizzle", blood splattered. The dean ended his career and his life at the same time.

Schiller sat in a chair and watched all this, without any fluctuations. Fels glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and then turned back, as if he was disappointed that he didn't see the scene he wanted to see.

"Who are you going to replace?" Schiller asked, "You'd better be 100% sure that the new dean can't be bribed."

"I'll go there myself, what do you think?"

"If you want your brother to laugh at your funeral, you can do it."

"What about you? What if I let you go?"

Schiller said impatiently: "I don't want to beat around the bush here, Mr. Fields. Your irrelevant suspicion will only slow you down and make you miss the best opportunity."

"Okay." Fields shrugged and said, "It's outrageous to bet on criminals escaping prison. It's simply a disgrace to the federal government. Put the child on the ground and step on him. In order to prevent such vicious cases from happening, the Gotham Police Department must go all out. "

"James Gordon, what do you think?" Fields said with his hands spread out, "I heard that the anti-terrorist team he has just formed is quite powerful. If we transfer all of them over, it should be enough to deal with those people."

"How do you plan to transfer them? Do you think our stubborn new mayor will agree?"

"This is indeed a trouble." Fields nodded and said, "But, sir, if you want to get your high commission, you have to help me find a way, right?"

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"I can only give you an idea, but you have to do it specifically." Schiller sighed and said, "Chief 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 in front of the police station, let them know that if they don't stop it, many people will die for this. They will naturally do what you want them to do."

"Good idea." Fields snapped his fingers and said, "Then you go and 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 lobby of the police station. Everyone rushed out of the lobby in a panic, and some young police officers with little experience had already started to vomit.

Gordon's face was darker than the bottom of a pot. He roared loudly: "What does Fields mean?! No one has dared to provoke me like this for many years! Nightwing! ! Lead the team to surround that shitty casino for me immediately!!!!"

Now it was Fields' turn to be as black as the bottom of a pot.

He hurried downstairs, but the guests had been driven out by the police. Gordon was standing in the middle of the casino hall.

"Gordon, are you fucking crazy?!!"

As a result, there was a "click" sound, and Gordon directly opened the safety of the pistol, and the black muzzle of the gun pointed directly at Fields's forehead.

Fields was stunned. Gordon just raised his lips and gritted his teeth and said to Fields: "If you don't give me an explanation, I will explode you here! Even Jesus can't stop you!"

Fields was a little confused. No, his casino is legal. Gordon came to check several times before, but he couldn't find anything, so he left in disgrace. Later, he almost never came, and when he saw himself outside, he left without saying a word.

What's wrong with him? Is he really crazy? ? ?

Fields suddenly realized that there might be something wrong with the body he asked Schiller to throw away?

"James, calm down. Do you want to shoot a law-abiding citizen?!"

"Law-abiding?! Cutting the director of Arkham Asylum into pieces like a mop and hanging him in the lobby of the Gotham Police Department is called law-abiding???"

Fiers opened his mouth. He really wanted to say that Toker was intact when he left him, but he suddenly thought, if he was intact when he left him, who turned him into a mop?

Thinking about it this way, Gordon didn't seem to be a problem.

"Listen, James, there is a misunderstanding here."Fiers stretched out his hand, "I promise this case has nothing to do with me."

"Then do you know what his mop is used for cleaning?!" Gordon threw two pieces of blood-red things atFiers' face.

Fiers picked it up and saw that they were two chips covered with blood, the kind used inFiers' casino.

He took a deep breath and was about to call out the name, but reason stopped him. If he really said the name Schiller, it would prove that he was related to the case.

"I'm sorry, James. This may be someone under my command who took the initiative. I promise you that I will investigate it thoroughly." Fields had to use his last resort, "I feel very sorry for what happened to Mr. Tok. 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 do it!"

Before Pheles could call for security, 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 handcuffed.

Philes stared at Gordon viciously and said, "You're done, James Gordon. Do you dare to catch me?! The Philes family won't let you go!!"

And when he was escorted by the gate, he saw Schiller standing by the gate. But behind Schiller stood another familiar figure, his stupid brother.

Pheles's face turned pale in an instant.

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