In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 795: Fatal Joke (22)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

Bruce first looked at Schiller and said to him: "There is a rule in this game, that is, you cannot use any special abilities."

Following his line of sight, Schiller saw the umbrella in his hand. He said, "This is just an umbrella. I won't use it for anything else."

Bruce stared at him for 30 seconds, Schiller finally disappeared the umbrella out of thin air, he said: "Well, a world where you have to buy an umbrella yourself is really cruel, come on, where is your home? "

"Are you going to live in my house? Aren't you going to find a home for yourself?" Bruce asked again.

Schiller took a deep breath and said, "Bruce Wayne, I hope you can respond to a person who has been chasing you for more than two months for papers, checking your homework for more than two months, and urging you for more than two months." Teacher Yue, have a little basic respect.”

"You insist on letting me live in the slums to experience life. Not only do you not allow me to bring money and abilities, but you don't even allow me to bring an umbrella. Now you still plan to let me find a house by myself on the first night?!"

"Why, in the past two months, your failed slum life has not made you realize that, respecting the teacher, it is you who have become a stray dog ​​physically and most psychologically. , a way to preserve the few humanity?"

Hearing what Schiller said, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief. Schiller's state just now was so strange that he even felt that Schiller had softened his heart.

Fortunately, his professor returned to normal in just a few minutes, returning to his equal hating style.

So Bruce nodded and said, "My home is a bit far away. If you want to come, it may take a long time."

"Then why don't we take a car?" Schiller asked rhetorically.

"There are no taxis here." Bruce replied, "If you want a ride, how do you know which one is available?"

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"Why do you have to judge?" Schiller looked Bruce up and down, as if he felt that there was something wrong with his mind, and Bruce made a gesture of invitation, which meant "play it yourself".

Schiller shrugged his shoulders lightly, but he didn't set his eyes on the road, but looked around. He found that although the neighborhood was deserted, there were several shops, one of which was a nightclub.

In Bruce's field of vision, he saw Schiller walking straight towards the nightclub. Bruce thought he was asking for directions, and the excitement of wanting to laugh took over again.

But soon, he stopped laughing.

Because Schiller walked into that nightclub, and after a while, a person was dragged out of it.

Looking at his clothes, he should be the security guard of the nightclub. His life and death are uncertain at this time. Clip, then load.

He stood in the middle of the road with the shotgun in his hand. After a screeching sound of the brakes, the truck driver was pointed at the head with a gun before he could blurt out his curses.

Schiller stood by the window, shook his head at Bruce, asked him to tell where he was going, and Bruce opened his mouth and said, "No, we can't..."

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The driver yelled, "Where are you crazy? Do you dare to intercept the goods of the Viper Gang? ! "

"We don't want the goods." Schiller said very calmly: "We will give you a location, and you can drive there."

The driver who was yelling just now suddenly took on a crying tone, and he said: "The goods...the goods are here for you, please let me go, I have not offended you..."

"Get in the car." Schiller turned his head again, looked at Bruce who was still standing there, and said, "What are you still doing, go open the cargo compartment door."

After speaking, he went straight to the car and sat in the passenger seat, but put the gun away. The driver didn't dare to move at all, even though he had another gun in his hand.

Schiller glanced at the watch on his wrist, pushed his glasses and said, "Can you arrive before 9 o'clock?"

"Yes... yes, as long as there is no traffic jam... well, I can definitely." The driver swallowed his saliva, glanced at Schiller secretly, then said nothing, stepped on the accelerator, and ran wildly.

The original half-hour journey was compressed into 15 minutes. After getting out of the car, Bruce was shaken to feel like vomiting. After getting off the car, Schiller pointed to the front with the gun and said, "Your home is Where? Lead the way."

Bruce stared at the truck speechlessly, and disappeared into the night of Gotham at a speed like a desperate flight, so fast that he couldn't even see the exhaust.

He can only lead the way, because now Schiller has a gun and he doesn't.

"You killed that security guard?" Bruce asked.

"Of course not, why should I kill him?" Schiller looked at the surrounding environment while walking, and Bruce asked again: "How did you stun him, did you cheat?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "It's very simple, make a little noise in the grocery room next to it, lure one of them away, then take the vase from the grocery room, and shine it on the back of the head, don't say It's me, anyone taller than 1.6 meters can do it."

Bruce was silent, and then he walked to the shallows in front of him, pointed to one of the cans and said to Schiller: "This is my home, but it seems that you shouldn't be able to live there."

Schiller looked around the surrounding environment, Bruce's house is not the only one, all kinds of buildings in the canning area are basically in the same style, and it is a bit insulting to Syria to say that it is war-damaged.

"You live here?" Schiller's voice was a little distorted by the sea breeze, but Bruce didn't intend to go around in circles at all. He pointed to the unburned fire next to him and said, "We have to do it before it rains." Light the fire, otherwise it will never light up."

Schiller looked up at the sky, and it was cloudy now, so it must be raining soon. He pointed his gun at Bruce and said, "It seems that we still have to find a house urgently tonight."

It's over. Schiller went out, and Bruce followed him. Schiller looked back at the tent where he lived and said: "This kind of architectural art is still a bit too early for human beings."

And before leaving the shallows, Schiller threw the gun to the ground, and Bruce opened his eyes, as if he didn't understand why he did it.

Schiller looked at the gun and said: "If I didn't want to get here quickly, I wouldn't want to use such a violent method. I actually hate violence. There is no beauty in pointing a gun at others. Let's go. "

After finishing speaking, he stepped up the steps leaving the shallows. Bruce had to admit that he was a little moved when he saw the gun that Schiller dropped. No one understood the importance of guns better than him. Le made a bad decision.

Having a gun is not necessarily better, but not having a gun will only make it worse. This is what Bruce has learned in these two months. He has owned a weapon several times, but many things are not weapons. can be solved.

Schiller didn't take another car, but walked straight ahead. Fortunately, this trip was not too far from his target location, and the building of the living **** was very conspicuous, and could be seen from a long distance away.

Bruce knew it after seeing the building of the living **** and the direction Schiller was walking in. His goal is to live hell.

After Schiller entered the living **** building, it finally rained. Bruce said: "I know who to rent a house to. I can talk to him, but you have to pay the money yourself. Do you have money? ?”

"I don't have one, but you can go to the landlord first, I'll walk around here." Schiller looked up at the light above his head and said, "I'll wait for you in this corridor."

Bruce didn't think too much. He turned and went downstairs to find the landlord inside the living hell. The security situation here is much better. You only need to ask the owner of the house at the doorpost downstairs, and you can go up and knock on the door.

When Bruce found the landlord to ask about the price, and then went back to find Schiller, he found that Schiller was not in the corridor, but a door was opened in the corridor where all the doors were closed.

He walked to the door and found Schiller standing in the living room, holding a pack of cigarettes with some distaste, as if checking the sign.

Seeing Bruce appear, he turned his head and said, "Oh, you're here? Please sit down."

The tone was taken for granted as if he was at home, and the expression was as calm as if he hadn’t done anything just now. Bruce looked at him from head to toe, from hair to instep, there was no trace of guilt, only relaxation and comfort .

Schiller lit the cigarette, took a puff, raised his head and exhaled the smoke, and said: "This is a two-bedroom house. If you rent one, you only need to pay me $5 a week for rent."

"Where is the original owner of this house?" Bruce asked standing outside the door, he said: "Every tenant here is registered, you will be kicked out."

Just as he was talking about this, the landlord Bruce contacted came up and saw Bruce standing outside the door. He walked over with some doubts, and then saw Schiller standing in the room. Asked suspiciously: "Who are you? Where's Joe?"

"Hello, I'm Rodriguez, the owner of this house. It turned out that the intruder just now was called Joe. I frightened him away. Thank you for worrying about my safety." Schiller left He stepped forward and shook hands with the landlord.

The landlord was stunned, because what Schiller said was too natural, he really doubted his memory, and then he said: "No, what nonsense are you talking about, are you drunk? I obviously rented it to Joe, where did you come from..."

"No matter how you say it, today is a day worth celebrating." Schiller stepped on his feet, looking a little excited, he said: "You have moved to a new house, someone should come to congratulate you, Bruce, come in, and this gentleman, We can have a little party..."

After finishing speaking ~IndoMTL.com~ he turned and walked towards the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door, and said, "Oh, it's not bad, there is also a pizza here, I remembered, I should have ordered it yesterday..."

In the gap where the refrigerator door was opened, Bruce saw a **** chair leg, and then looked at the three chairs next to the square dining table, he hesitated to enter the door.

"Gu Dong" came from behind him, and when he turned around, he saw the landlord's drooling expression.

And at this time. Schiller stood up from the refrigerator. He waved to the two and said, "Why don't you come in? There are three chairs here, just enough for us to sit on..."

"No, no, Mr. Rodriguez, that... I came up, just to remind you that the rent is ten dollars a week, and the rent is due next Wednesday." The landlord left immediately after speaking.

Bruce touched his chest and felt a little pain in his conscience, so he asked, "Where is the tenant named Joe!"

"The intruder was thrown downstairs by me. Unfortunately, this is the third floor. I hope he can learn enough lessons."

Schiller turned to look at Bruce and said, "Gotham Iron Law, don't break into other people's houses unless you are invited by the owner, Bruce, are you coming to the housewarming party?"

Looking at Schiller walking towards him, Bruce shook his head instinctively, and then he heard Schiller say: "The second iron law of Gotham, if the owner of the house invites you, you'd better come in quickly."

Bruce watched helplessly as Schiller dragged out a chair from behind the door, then broke off a leg, and after pulling most of the wooden thorns away, it turned into a sharp awl.

The moment he met Schiller's eyes, Bruce stepped onto the door blanket and said in a stiff tone, "Congratulations on the housewarming."