Chapter 798: Deadly Joke (Twenty-Five)

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

The work here is simple. The recorder is responsible for recording each item and labeling it when unloading, while Bruce is a porter, who is responsible for moving the goods from one place to another.

Their work locations are not exactly the same. Bruce is outdoors most of the time, while Schiller is indoors most of the time, but there is also overlap. When Bruce brings things in, he can see Schiller recording near the shelf.

This also relieved Bruce of a worry, because he was actually very worried that Schiller would create too many jobs after leaving his sight.

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

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

By the time it was time to get off work, it was almost dark. Bruce went straight to the warehouse, but Schiller stopped him and said, "Come on, follow me to get today's salary."

Bruce said in surprise, "Salary? Hasn't it been settled just now?"

"Has it? Do you mean the few dozen dollars? Please, we worked for four hours. Do you think this money is worthy of our hard work?"

Bruce had a bad feeling, so he quickly followed Schiller and came to the bottom of the outer wall of the warehouse area. The person waiting there was actually the man who recruited workers during the day.

Schiller walked over there, looked around, and said to him: "I have moved the goods. Is the car ready?"

"Don't worry." The recruiter made an "OK" gesture and said: "I have killed the porter who handled it, and the next buyer has been contacted. The car is parked outside the door. It's 40% to 60% as we agreed..."

Schiller nodded, without much nonsense, shook his head to 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 said, 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 car, and then directly strangled his neck with his arm.

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

Schiller let go of his hand, threw the recruiter away, opened the door, got on the truck, started the car, turned around and said to Bruce, "If you stay here, you will be the first suspect when the body is found."

"You damn murderer!" Bruce took a deep breath and looked at Schiller. If he could barely tolerate the previous behavior, he would never accept killing in front of him.

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, don't cause me trouble."

Finally, Bruce got in the car. During the driving process, the two were silent, but when they got off the car, Schiller smiled and said to Bruce, "Let's go and see our spoils today."

The attitude was as matter-of-fact as if nothing had happened. Bruce even suspected that he had intermittent amnesia and forgot how the two had just been at loggerheads.

Schiller opened the door of the truck. There were several boxes in it. Bruce saw that they were the goods that were expedited today.

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

"You can't do this again. I've reminded you." Bruce said coldly standing behind him.

"I'm hungry. Let's go back and eat." Schiller walked forward holding the box of beef, 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 among these frozen products, he simply fried the steak and made a pot of seafood soup, but even so, it was a very sumptuous meal.

Schiller ate very happily, but Bruce didn't move a single bite. He looked at Schiller and asked, "Don't you feel guilty? This is not yours..."

Schiller ate and said slowly, "...Bruce, let me ask you, do you think that the resources produced in society now are enough for the people on the earth? Can the materials in the world now feed all mankind?"

Bruce just thought about it for a while and nodded. Schiller forked a steak into his mouth and said, "I am using the resources I deserve according to the standard of completely evenly distributed resources. Is there any problem with this?"

Bruce was about to speak when Schiller said, "Don't tell me that private property is sacred and inviolable. Did the person who made this rule inform me before enforcing it? Did I vote? If not, why should I obey it?"

"So, what if someone steals your things?" Bruce asked.

"Then I will take it back myself, and I don't need others to help me enforce justice. Yes, if everyone does this like me, the world will fall into war, so what? Your wish is to maintain world peace, but mine is not."

"It's a farce." Bruce commented.

After dinner, Schiller did not plan to sleep, but put on his coat, as if he was going out. Bruce looked at him and asked, "Where are you going?"

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

Bruce immediately felt a headache. He said, "Where are you going to find a job at night?"

"Go out and try your luck. There are always opportunities." After saying that, Schiller went out, and Bruce had to follow him quickly.

It is 9 o'clock in the evening. It is not too late, but the streets of Gotham are already dark. Today's luck is better. It has not rained yet.

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

This meant something else to Bruce, so he hurriedly walked up and said: "I'll say it again, you can't kill people..."

Bruce thought he would be met with Schiller's rebuttal, but unexpectedly, Schiller nodded and said: "Okay, no problem."

Bruce followed him half-believingly until he came to the most prosperous snack street near the living hell. Schiller began to wander around again, stopping at the door of each store for a while, and went up to talk to the stall owner or the restaurant waiter.

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

More than an hour passed, and Schiller did not move, did not disappear suddenly, and did not make an excuse to go to the bathroom. He just chatted with the shop owners around him. Bruce felt something was wrong, so he moved closer to listen to his conversation with a hot dog stand owner.

"...Yes, business is really difficult now, there are too many competitors. I understand what you just said. Don't worry, it's not difficult to get something that will cause diarrhea or vomiting and diarrhea. After simple filtration of rainwater and dirty water, no one will notice it..."

"Don't worry, at most three days, your competitors will be at least half less. Now, let's talk about the reward..."

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

Bruce took a lot of effort to pull Schiller back to his residence and stop him from creating more jobs for Gotham.

Bruce, who had been guarding for a day, was exhausted. He was already insufficient in nutrition and spent so much energy. After returning to the room, he fell asleep.

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

"I'm going to find a job." Schiller answered in a relaxed tone. He said, "I haven't found a job that suits me yet. I have to go early."

As he said that, he buttoned up his windbreaker and said, "Yesterday you said there were jobs for truck drivers. I plan to go and have a look."

Bruce resisted the drowsiness and walked back to put on his coat like a sleepwalker. Then he forced himself to follow Schiller. He said, "You can't kill people, don't steal things, don't poison food..."

Schiller walked forward as if he didn't hear anything at all. He came to the gathering place of truck drivers. He found an old master and asked where he should find the gangsters to pick up the trucks. After finding the exact address, he began to wander around again.

Bruce could only squat on the side of the road, watching him walk from left to right and from right to left. He didn't know 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. He added another burden to his slum life, that is, to keep an eye on Schiller and let him not turn Gotham into a place with only jobs.

Squatting on the corner, Bruce felt very sleepy. Just when he was nodding his head, suddenly, a loud "bang" sounded on the street not far away from him. He woke up and stood up from the roadside.

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

Before the driver of the truck on the opposite side said anything, Schiller got out of the car first, pointed to the impacted part and said, "Hey! Buddy, what's wrong with you? I just picked up a new car today, and you crashed it into this?! And it's in the territory of the New City Gang. Aren't you a little too disrespectful?"

Bruce was not the only one awakened by the noise, but also the gang members in this area. It happened that Schiller's car was just picked up from them. When they saw that Schiller had just left the house for less than two minutes, his car was hit. The faces of several gang members were not very good.

"Hey, Claude, what's wrong with you? Are you deliberately picking a fight on our territory?" Several gang members walked over and said to the truck driver on the opposite side, "This is the new guy we just hired. He will run the cold storage line. He just drove a new car today, and you hit the car like this. Are you deliberately looking for trouble?!"

In fact, these gang members don't know any traffic rules, and they didn't see who hit whom, but this is their territory after all, and they can't show weakness. No matter whose fault it is, they have to scold the other side, otherwise they are scolding their boss for not knowing people and hiring a new driver who can't drive?

Schiller also chimed in, saying, "I was going straight, and you turned from the side. You cut in and hit my car. I really don't understand. There is no blind spot in this area. 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 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 experienced driver. Don't say that you can't turn without looking at the corner mirror..."

Claude looked at the gang members getting closer and closer, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, it's my bad luck. What do you want?"

Although Claude also has a backer, he also knows that he is in the wrong. He really didn't pay attention just now. He stepped on the accelerator just after turning, so it's not surprising that he hit.

Besides, the gang territory he belongs to is far away from here. If he wants to ask people to support the scene, he will inevitably get beaten up. It's not worth it.

"What else can we do? Pay for the repairs and get out of here." Schiller glanced at him and winked at the gangster next to him.

The gangsters immediately understood that there was money to be made in this matter. They walked up with long guns and said, "Hurry up, we don't want to use force, just pay the money and get out of here!"

Claude spat on the ground, took out his wallet, took out two bills and handed them to Schiller. Schiller handed one of the bills to the gangster and put the other in his pocket.

Bruce, who witnessed this collective fraud, felt his head buzzing.

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