Chapter 762: Gotham Spring Breeze (Part 1)

In the hall of the Gothic family manor, Mrs. Goth breathed a sigh of relief, stroking her chest and saying, "Fortunately, this Sheriff Gordon is quite reliable. The security consultant he brought found the thief in time and didn't let her wander around my house."

"I said long ago that you were making a fuss." Leon sat on the sofa, lit a cigar for himself, and then said, "It's just a petty thief, how can he shake the Gothic family? You are always so startled, how can we complete the great king's cause?"

Speaking of this, Mrs. Goth sighed, sat on the other side of the sofa, and said a little nervously, "I know, of course I know that His Majesty has great ambitions, but the order from the shipyard... I mean, if we are discovered, we will all be finished..."

"What are you afraid of?" Leon picked up the newspaper next to him She took out a piece of paper, fanned herself, and said, "Who dares to search your shipyard? Even if it's the Godfather, he wouldn't do it without a suitable reason..."

Mrs. Goth breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's right. After all, gangsters also have to abide by the rules. If they break into my factory and search casually, they will lose their prestige..."

Leon curled his lips. He looked down on Mrs. Goth's stinginess from the bottom of his heart. He said, "You should dedicate everything to the great king, instead of just coveting that little reward. When he rules the world, only those who pay enough can get enough rewards!"

Mrs. Goth seemed a little hesitant. At the beginning, when Leon approached him, he just said that he wanted to borrow her shipyard to make some contraband items, that is, parts of heavy weapons, but he would give her a large sum of money and many valuable collections.

Just as the outside world rumored, in the previous few months, the Goth family had problems with capital turnover. After all, when the snowstorm came and traffic was affected, it was difficult for all walks of life to avoid a cold winter.

Although it is not particularly critical, it may have a great impact on the next season's turnover. Mrs. Gode is greedy and wants to maintain the flow of the family business. At this time, she ran into Leon who recommended himself.

At first, Leon's attitude was very flattering, and Mrs. Gode felt ecstatic, but as Mrs. Gode got deeper and deeper into the game, Leon's attitude also changed a lot, which made Mrs. Gode feel very dissatisfied, but she dared not say it clearly.

After all, judging from the rewards given by the great king, he is indeed a mysterious existence with wealth and power. Those precious collections cannot be obtained with money. Mrs. Gode even suspected that the family of the great king might be an ancient family that is hidden from the world, otherwise there is no way to explain that he has so many heirloom collections.

Mrs. Gode, who had already boarded the pirate ship, knew that she could only go down this path to the end, so she gritted her teeth and said, "The project is almost finished. Tomorrow, I will arrange a car accident to make the engineer in charge of this project disappear completely, and then burn all the detailed information drawings and project engineering sheets..."

Leon showed a helpless expression, and said, "Don't think about your shipyard! Don't you think that the little thief named Catwoman can be used?"

"Catwoman?" Mrs. Gode showed a puzzled expression, but then she suddenly realized and said, "You mean, you want him to replace Vicky and go to work for you Win over those celebrities?"

"That's right." Leon nodded, stood up from the sofa again, walked to the French window, looked at the scenery outside the window and said: "Just now, when the police took her away, I observed that she is definitely a great beauty, probably more beautiful than Vicky..."

"I know the people on the West Coast. They have absolutely no resistance to such beauties. If she can be controlled by us and blow the pillow wind to those celebrities, the great king's career will be more smooth..."

"But she won't be coerced by us, right?" Mrs. Goth frowned and said: "All these thieves in Gotham are Lawless..."

Leon snorted coldly and said, "I don't believe it. She is not afraid of going to jail. I know this kind of thief from the slums too well. As long as we give the police a little benefit and let them scare her with guns, she will definitely agree to all requests in a hurry. If I go there myself... Humph!"

Mrs. Goth was still hesitating, but Leon had already picked up the phone. Within a second, he changed to a smiling expression and said to the other end of the phone: "Hello? Gotham Police Department? Yes, I am the victim just now..."

"...Yes, I just want to ask, how is the interrogation of that thief going? Mrs. Goddard was very angry. She hoped to severely punish this thief... It's like this. We plan to have a face-to-face meeting. OK, I'll go to the Gotham Police Department now!"

Leon put down the phone, turned to Mrs. Goddard and said, "You go and deal with the things at the shipyard. I'll go to the police station. When I come back, everything will be back on track."

Looking at Leon's departing back, Mrs. Goddard gritted her teeth, picked up the phone and said, "Help me contact the truck driver... Yes, the clown truck driver who has been circulating lately. Let him cause a car accident. It would be best if he could smash the engineer to pieces!"

After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Gode felt her hands trembling. Although she had been in the business world for so many years, she had never done anything like hiring a killer to kill someone. But at the same time, she was relieved because as long as a person died, no one would ever know about the deal.

Mrs. Gode felt that everything had gone smoothly recently.

Although the plan to control Vicki failed, a replacement Catwoman soon appeared. Her daughter was also making good progress and had already contacted Bruce Wayne. Perhaps she would soon attract his attention. As long as she could handle the shipyard business, she might really be able to control unimaginable power with the great king.

The next morning, Schiller got up early and finished his breakfast very quickly, without even reading the newspaper. Before Merkel could react, Schiller had already put on his coat, took his umbrella, and was ready to go out.

Merkel looked at Schiller's hurriedly leaving back in confusion. He turned his head and looked at the clock on the wall. It was only 6:30 in the morning.

Ignoring Merkel, who was shocked by the mysterious schedule again, Schiller drove to Gotham University, or more precisely, the Vocational Education College of Gotham University.

Victor happened to be here to deliver something. Seeing Schiller, he was very shocked. He walked up and asked, "Why are you here now? Why did you get up so early today?"

"Stop talking. Where are the students?"

"Of course in the dormitory. They haven't gotten up yet at this time." Victor turned his head and saw that most of the lights in the teaching building were off. Obviously, the students inside were sleeping soundly.

Schiller walked quickly into the dormitory building. Victor chased after him. Schiller held an umbrella in one hand and snapped his fingers with the other hand. With a "ding" sound, a halo appeared above his head.

In Victor's shocked eyes, Schiller took the halo off.

Then he began to knock on the doors of each dormitory one by one.

"Everyone, get up! Everyone, get up! What time is it? Go to class! Gather in the classroom, don't let me find out if any of you are not there!!!"

"Get up! It's dawn!" Schiller waved the light ring in his hand, and the whole dormitory was illuminated brightly. Everyone squinted their eyes and looked confused, but Schiller pointed at each bed and said, "Get up quickly! Don't sleep in, gather in the classroom!"

"Bang bang bang! Get up! Get up! Everyone, get up, see what time it is now?!"

"Bang bang bang bang!! Get up!!!"

Until all the students on the two floors were woken up Schiller walked down the stairs quickly with an umbrella in his hand. Victor chased after him and asked, "Schiller, what are you crazy about?"

Schiller ignored him and walked quickly to the large classroom downstairs. Standing in front of the podium and looking at his watch, he said, "Please record all the students who didn't come before 7 o'clock. Tonight, I will personally visit the boss of their area."

Victor stared at him, but Schiller's early morning service was very effective. The light circle was so bright that most people woke up after being woken up.

Recalling Schiller's notorious reputation, they all got up from the bed quickly and came to the classroom.

Although everyone was sleepy, they came anyway. However, the incident happened suddenly and many people didn't react. Therefore, when the seven o'clock bell rang, only a small half of the school building was occupied, and about one-third of the people did not arrive.

Schiller took the student list from the teacher who had just arrived, and recorded the students who were not there one by one by comparing the list and photos. At 7:30, the late students finally arrived and sat down in their seats with sleepy eyes.

When everyone was present, Schiller gently knocked on the table of the podium to attract everyone's attention. Many students who had already woken up listened attentively, because they had heard of the professor's name, but had never really taken his class. They were very curious about what Schiller was going to talk about.

"Today, let's talk about the issue of learning attitude." Schiller said, standing in front of the podium and looking at everyone.

"Perhaps you will think I am crazy, dragging you out of bed at 6 o'clock in the morning and talking to you about these completely meaningless topics."

"Yes, many people will think that there is no point in me talking about these things here. You are here to learn technology. If you have this time, you should be more familiar with the performance of the car, understand the distribution of wires, or go directly to the field to operate..."

"But unfortunately, I must tell you that during the two days of listening to the class, I found a very serious thing, that is, some people have a big problem with their learning attitude."

Schiller's tone was very serious. Several students sitting in the front row shuddered together, and then you looked at me, I looked at you, and I didn't know whose attitude was wrong.

A black girl with rings on her ears glanced at another girl sitting diagonally in front of her. She had long light golden hair and wore a dress that was out of tune with others. At this time, she was sleeping soundly on the table.

And several burly boys who were closer to her also winked at that side and exchanged their views with their eyes.

"Tracy Goddard." Schiller called out the name directly, and Miss Goddard, who was sleeping on the table, did not move.

Seeing Schiller's face, the female classmate next to him hurriedly shook Tracy off the table. Tracy opened her eyes blankly, and the moment she and Schiller looked at each other, it was like a basin of cold water poured over her head, and she woke up instantly.

"Miss Goddard, please answer me a question, what are you doing here?" Schiller looked at her and asked.

"I, I'm here to go to school." Tracy answered a little blankly.

"Really? Are you really here to study?" Schiller asked again, staring into Tracy's eyes and repeating the question again, which was a very interrogative technique.

Tracy was silent for a while, then said: "... probably."

"I can tell you that you are not here to study. Your mother sent you to this school for other purposes."

After visiting Goethe Manor last night, Schiller knew that Mrs. Goethe might have a mysterious plan, and her daughter was also part of the plan.

Schiller's voice became cold. He looked at Tracy, whose face was flushed, and said in a low voice:

"But I don't care about your purpose. As long as you are still here, there is only one thing you can do, that is, to devote yourself to great learning."

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