In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 798: Fatal Joke (25)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

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

The work here is simple to say, the recorder is responsible for recording each item in the box when unloading, and then labeling it, and the porter that Bruce works is responsible for moving the goods from one place to another a place.

The two work places are not exactly the same, Bruce spends most of his time outside, while Schiller spends most of his time indoors, but it is not without overlap. When Bruce moves things in, he can see Schiller Record near the shelf.

This also saves Bruce from a worry, because he is actually very worried that Schiller will create too many jobs after he is out of his sight.

Bruce worked hard all afternoon, and he was sure that Schiller didn't do anything wrong, just shuttled between the shelves and recorded all the goods carefully.

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

When it was time to get off work, it was almost dark, and Bruce went straight to the warehouse to go outside, but Schiller stopped him and said, "Come, come with me to get today's salary."

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Bruce said a little strangely: "Salary? Hasn't it been settled just now?"

"Is there? Do you mean the tens of dollars? Please, we have worked for four full hours. Do you think this money is worthy of our hard work?"

Bruce had a bad premonition, so he hurriedly followed Schiller, and limped to the bottom of the outer wall of the warehouse area, and the one waiting there was actually the one who was recruiting during the day people.

Schiller went there, looked around, and said to him: "I have already transferred the goods, is the car ready?"

"Don't worry." The recruiter made an "ok" gesture and said, "I have killed the porter I handled, and I have contacted the next one. The car is parked outside the door, and we will do as we agreed. , four or six points..."

Schiller nodded, without much nonsense, shook his head at Bruce, and said, "Come with me, move things."

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

"I've said it all, opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared." Schiller walked around the front of the truck, came to the back of the recruiter who was about to get on the truck, and then directly strangled his neck with his arms.

When Bruce didn't react at all, Schiller directly took the car key and inserted it into the recruiter's windpipe. The whole process took less than three seconds.

Schiller let go, dropped the recruiter, opened the door, got into the truck, started the car and turned to Bruce, saying: "If you stay here again, when the body is found, you will be the first Suspect."

"You **** murderer!" Bruce took a deep breath and looked at Schiller. If he could barely bear the previous behavior, killing someone in front of him was absolutely unacceptable.

Schiller didn't even look at it. He took out a gun from his hand, pointed the barrel at Bruce and said, "Get in the car and don't get me into trouble."

Finally, Bruce got into the car. During the drive, the two were silent, but when they got out of the car, Schiller smiled and said to Bruce: "Let's go and see our spoils today." .”

The attitude is taken for granted, as if nothing happened. Bruce even suspects that he has intermittent amnesia, forgetting how the two of them were at war just now.

Schiller opened the door of the truck, and there were several boxes inside. Bruce saw that it was the urgent delivery of goods today.

Most of them are frozen and fresh. When Schiller opened the box, there were indeed a lot of frozen food in it. Bruce, who had just walked over, found that the food here seemed to be carefully selected by Schiller, not only seafood , and a whole box of steaks, and they all look like regular imported good beef.

"You can't do this anymore, I reminded you." Bruce stood behind him and said in a cold tone.

"I'm hungry, let's go back to eat." Schiller walked forward with the beef box in his arms, as if he didn't hear what Bruce said at all.

After returning to the room, Schiller started cooking. Of course, because there were no vegetables in these frozen products, he simply fried the steak and made a pot of seafood soup, but even so, it was quite hearty It's a meal.

Schiller ate deliciously, but Bruce didn't move. He looked at Schiller and asked, "Don't you feel guilty? This is not something that belongs to you..."

Schiller said slowly while eating: "...Bruce, let me ask you, do you think that the resources produced in the current society are enough for the people of the whole planet? Can the materials in the world be able to feed the people of the world? All humans?"

Bruce just thought for a while, then nodded, Schiller forked a piece of steak into his mouth and said: I am using the resources I should get according to the standard of completely and evenly distributed resources, what's the matter? question? "

As soon as Bruce was about to speak, Schiller said first: "Don't mention to me that private property is sacred and inviolable. The person who made this rule, did you notify me before implementing this rule? After my vote If not, then why should I comply?"

"So, what about when someone steals from you?" Bruce asked.

"Then I will get it back by myself, and I don't need others to help me execute justice. Yes, if everyone does what I do, the world will fall into war, so what? Your wish is to maintain world peace, My wish is not."

"A strong word," Bruce commented.

After dinner, Schiller didn't plan to go to bed, but put on his coat, as if he was about to go out, Bruce looked at him and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to look for a job. I can't do warehouse work. I have to find a new job to support myself, right?"

Bruceton felt his head hurting, he said: "It's late at night, where are you going to find a job?"

"Go out and try your luck, there are always opportunities." After finishing speaking, Schiller went out, and Bruce had to quickly follow behind him.

It's 9 pm now, not too late, but the streets of Gotham are already pitch black, luck is better today, it hasn't rained until now.

Schiller asked as he walked: "Last time, you said, what other jobs do you have besides the porter? ... Oh, go to the restaurant to serve the dishes, right? Let's go, let's go to the snack street, see See if you can find a job opportunity.”

This has a different meaning to Bruce, so he hurried up and said, "I'll say it again, you can't kill..."

Bruce thought he would receive Schiller's rebuttal, but unexpectedly, Schiller nodded and said, "Okay, no problem."

Bruce followed behind him dubiously, until he came to the most prosperous snack street near the living hell, and Schiller started to wander around again, stopping at the door of every shop for a while, going forward to talk to the stall owner or It's the restaurant waiter talking.

This time, Bruce didn't eat or go to the bathroom, and just stared at Schiller. He couldn't believe that Schiller could still commit crimes under his nose.

More than an hour passed, Schiller didn't make any changes, didn't disappear suddenly, and didn't have an excuse to go to the bathroom. He was just chatting with the shop owners around him. Bruce felt something was wrong, so he moved closer to listen to him and Dialogue from a hot dog stand owner.

"...Yes, it's really difficult to do business now, there are too many competitors, I understand what you just said, don't worry, it's not difficult to get something that makes people have diarrhea or vomiting, After the rainwater and dirty water are simply filtered, no one will see it..."

"Don't worry, for up to three days, your competitors will be at least halved. Now, let's talk about compensation..."

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

Bruce took great pains to pull Schiller back to his residence and stop him from creating more jobs in Gotham.

Bruce, who had been guarding intensively for a whole day, was already a little exhausted. He didn't have enough nutrition, and after exhausting so much energy, he fell asleep after returning to his room.

As a result, at around 5 o'clock the next morning, he heard a noise outside the door. He stood up sleepily and pushed open the door. Seeing that Schiller had put on his coat, Bruce asked again: "What are you going to do?" ?”

"I'm looking for a job." Schiller replied with a relaxed tone. He said, "I haven't found a job that suits me yet. I have to go early."

As he said, he buttoned up the windbreaker and said, "Yesterday you said that there are jobs for trucks and drivers. I'm going to have a look."

Bruce suppressed his drowsiness, walked back to put on his coat like a sleepwalker, and then followed Schiller with all his energy. He said, "You can't kill people, don't steal things, don't poison food..."

Schiller walked straight ahead as if he hadn't heard at all, and came to the gathering place of truck drivers. He found an old master and asked where he should find the gangster to pick up the truck. After finding the exact address, he Started wandering around again.

Bruce could only squat on the side of the road, watching him walk from left to right, and then from right to left, wondering what he was going to do today.

He found that it was a wrong move to bring Schiller to the slums. It should be a decision made by his brain in a state of lack of nutrition. Leh, tell him not to make Gotham just jobs.

Squatting on the corner of the street, Bruce felt sleepy. Just as he was so sleepy and nodded, suddenly, a loud "bang" sounded on the street not far from him, and he woke up instantly. Stand up from the side of the road.

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

Before the truck driver on the opposite side said anything, Schiller got out of the car first, pointed to the impacted part and said, "Hey! Dude, what's the matter with you? I just picked up a new car today, and you hit it like this ?! And it’s still in the territory of the Xincheng Gang, aren’t you a bit too shameless?”

Hearing the noise, it was not only Bruce who woke up, but also the gang members in this area. It just so happened that Schiller's car was just picked up from them. They saw that Schiller had just left the car for two minutes. It happened, and the faces of several gang members were not very good.

"Hey, Claude, what's the matter with you? You deliberately provoke trouble on our site, right?" Several gang members walked over, met the truck driver opposite, and said, "This is the truck driver we just The recruited newcomer is going to run the cold storage line, he just drove a new car today, and you crashed the car like this, are you looking for trouble on purpose?!"

Actually, these gang members don't know any traffic rules, and they don't know who hit who, but this is their territory after all~IndoMTL.com~ They can't show weakness, no matter who is responsible, they have to Go scold the other side, otherwise you are scolding your boss for being ignorant and hiring a new driver who can't drive?

Schiller also chimed in, he said: "I was going straight, and you turned from the side, and you slammed into my car, I really don't understand, there is no blind spot here, how could you hit me? "

"I..." The truck driver named Claude on the opposite side turned his head to look at the mirror on the street corner. At this time, the mirror was broken, but Schiller followed his line of sight and said, " Yes, the corner mirror is broken, but you should be an old driver, don't say, you won't turn the corner if you don't look at the corner mirror..."

Looking at the gang members getting closer and closer, Claude gritted his teeth and said, "Damn, I'm unlucky, what do you want?"

Although Claude also has a backer, he also knows that this matter is his fault. He really didn't pay attention to it just now, and it's not surprising that he kicked the accelerator just after turning.

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

"What else can I do? Lose money to repair the car, and then get out." Schiller glanced at him, and winked at the gang members next to him.

The gang members immediately understood that there was money to be made in this matter, and they walked up with long guns in their hands and said, "Hurry up, we don't want to be rough, pay the money and get out!"

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

While Bruce, who witnessed this group event, felt his head buzzing.