Chapter 1797: Summer in Fool Village (XI)

Chapter 1771: Summer in Fool Village (XI)

Jonathan moved his eyes away from the test tube, looked up at the string of data on the screen and said: "No hope, this thing is a toxin that accelerates cell aging. The symptoms of poisoning will not be swelling of the whole body, and once poisoned, the damage is irreversible, and ordinary people cannot be rescued with current medical methods."

"But this is not any known chemical formula. I need to do another test. Wait for me for five minutes."

Schiller and Pamela stood behind Jonathan. Pamela whispered: "Professor, when did you get this toxin sample?"

"When Talia stretched her hand next to my head to show off." Schiller stared at the reaction in the test tube and said: "I guessed that her nails were poisonous, so Gray Mist took the opportunity to save a part of the coating sample on her nails."

"So you let her go so easily?"

"I said, I don't care about her and Bruce's private affairs, but I am investigating a case that Cobblepot entrusted me to investigate. It is related to some toxins, and she is one of the suspects. "

Pamela nodded and said with a sigh: "To be honest, professor, your reputation at Gotham University can stop children from crying at night. I thought you would be the kind of person who is easily angered."

"I rarely get really angry about anything." Schiller replied as if chatting: "I show anger most of the time, just because anger can bring deterrence, which makes teaching easier."

After that, Schiller looked back at Pamela and said: "If you are indifferent to everything, they will think that you don't care, and then go further, so you can learn how to perform anger to express your attitude of care."

Pamela pursed her lips, obviously thinking about whether to do something. In fact, she had long been dissatisfied with the gossip and scandals spread by some students in the Department of Botany, but she didn't have such intense emotions to let her quarrel with them and let them stop such behavior.

But this time the gossip brought her trouble. If all the women who were interested in Bruce followed the gossip to find her, she would not have a peaceful life. It seemed that it was time to teach those gossipers a lesson.

"But don't really murder them." Schiller seemed to be able to read minds and said at the right time: "You can rush to the infirmary and lose your temper with your classmates and have a big fight with everyone, but don't murder anyone for such a thing, it will only bring trouble to yourself."

"This is too difficult." Pamela frowned in pain and said: "I can calmly think of dozens of ways to poison each person without leaving any traces, but I really don't know how to yell at them like an angry gorilla."

"You can watch TV series." Schiller walked to the table on the other side to look through Jonathan's newspaper, and said: "Novels and comics are also fine. Start by imitating the emotional expressions of virtual characters, design a set of behavioral patterns for each of your emotions, and then slowly subdivide them into actions corresponding to each small emotion, and finally flexibly combine them and use them reasonably in every scene in life."

Pamela sighed deeply, pulled her red hair back and looked at Schiller and said: "Have you ever practiced like this, professor?"

"Yes, I have." Schiller nodded and said.

At this time, Jonathan turned around, tapped the test tube with his gloved fingers and said, "All the instruments and chemical reaction tests give the result of solid alcohol. Obviously, there are some ingredients in it that cannot be detected by modern scientific methods."

"But there is no doubt that this is not a toxin that specializes in a certain organ. The performance of accelerating cell aging will not cause body edema. I am afraid this is not the correct answer you want."

Schiller nodded, looked at Jonathan and said, "Then is it useful for your recent research?"

"This is very interesting." Jonathan looked back at the test tube rack and said, "In fact, I am not interested in cytotoxins, but it is a bit too wasteful for them to use this mysterious ingredient as a poison to kill people. Is it diluted and then Isn't it more interesting to use it to make a life -sale deprivor? "" I got this toxin sample from a woman, and she may have more in her hand. The organization is called the Assassin Alliance "" What does this organization do? "" Who knows, it is probably the kind of neuropathic tissue that builds a new world. "" It's really crazy. " On an independent island, in addition to the mental hospital, there are many special criminal organizations in, including the mercenary hall that is gradually developing and growing. Gotham away.

After Gotham regained some order, it naturally became a paradise for mercenaries and assassins. After all, it is a megacity on the East Coast, full of all kinds of prosperous society's money-spending dens.

Mercenaries and assassins are people who live in the present. The work of licking blood on the edge of a knife all day long makes them need to vent more than ordinary criminals. Making big money is for enjoyment. If they can move openly in the prosperous cities of the United States, why do they have to squat in the poor and remote areas of Southeast Asia.

They had no choice before, but now they will of course choose Gotham. This is a city where even the FBI cannot enter. Where else is safer than here?

However, they know the power of Gotham very well. Basically, they live in the hotel on the island through the introduction of acquaintances. Roy loves everyone who comes to Gotham for the purpose of spending money equally. The city government even arranges special cars for these mercenaries and assassins to facilitate them to spend money in the city.

Later, many well-known killers tasted the sweetness here. After completing a big job, they would come here for vacation. More and more people came. The Mercenary Activity Center has been expanded several times and has now become a comprehensive entertainment venue with hotels, nightclubs, casinos, and shopping centers.

Recently, the climate in Gotham has changed dramatically. The people of Gotham are almost melted by the sun. This group of outsiders who came to vacation went to the beach to bask in the sun happily. Schiller found Deathstroke on the beach of the Mercenary Activity Center Hotel.

Deathstroke was still wearing a mask, but his upper body was naked and he wore a pair of beach shorts. It was impossible to judge his specific age from his body shape, but it was clear from his scarless and strong skin that he was not an ordinary person.

Because it had just rained the night before, the sunshine in the morning was not very good, and there were not many people on the beach, so Deathstroke saw Schiller and Pamela coming over at a glance.

They were like old friends who happened to meet on the same beach when they went on vacation separately. Deathstroke sat up from the lounge chair, and Schiller stood in front of the lounge chair and stuck the tip of the umbrella into the sand. Both of them showed a little welcome, but not much.

"Did that woman named Talia find you?"

"She broke into Gotham University."

"Stupid." Deathstroke hugged the knee of one leg with one hand, turned sideways to get the juice next to him, and said after taking a sip: "I knew that she and her father were not smart, but I didn't expect that they were not only stupid, but also very bold."

"Have you told Talia about me?"

"It was with her father. She might be eavesdropping." Deathstroke shrugged lightly. The killer who was not working had a kind of temperament of being undemanding and playing badly. He took another sip of juice and said: "You have to give me a reason to explain to everyone a series of unreasonable changes in this world. They just want an answer."

"The Assassin's League is targeting you?"

Deathstroke looked at Schiller with some surprise Said: "I didn't expect you to know them. It seems that you are also an old guy. I also dealt with them when I was young, but recently, yes, that old devil has a little interest in me."

"Because you killed someone important?"

"You killed him, I'm just the gun." Deathstroke sighed softly and said: "This is far beyond the price of your favor. I was counting on you to bring me more orders, but it seems that this is a completely failed investment."

"So you gave me out?"

"I never reveal the information of my employer to anyone."

To Schiller's surprise, Deathstroke chose to deny it, and it didn't look like he was lying. Schiller speculated and said again: "So the Assassin's League has been eyeing me for a long time, but your performance made them I am more certain that I am influencing the world. "

"Lei Xiaogu is not smart, but he lives long enough. "The tone of the bell slowed down, and it was obvious that he was considering the information that could be revealed while speaking: "People who witness history are always more sensitive to the direction of history. He knows that something that should not have happened has happened."

"And what he cares about is that someone changed the world before him." The bell shook his head slightly and said: "Although I can't understand what these crazy people who shout about building a new world every day are thinking, they obviously take this issue very seriously."

Schiller tilted his head slightly and said: "You should have told me the news earlier, instead of letting me find out about it myself when his daughter rashly broke into Gotham and didn't realize what she was doing. A little bit."

"I can't say." Deathstroke clasped the index and middle fingers of one hand together and said, "Our relationship is not that good, and I have repaid the favor I owe you."

"Because you went to the Assassin's League and found that they were more troublesome than you thought, so you changed your mind."

"Please." Deathstroke raised his hand helplessly and said, "Go read your opponent's mind, professor! I'm just a killer who is paid to do things. It doesn't make sense to get more from me."

"You should have a family, right?"

"That's cliché." Deathstroke didn't seem nervous at all. He looked at Schiller and said, "You are not the kind of person who threatens others like this, professor. That doesn't suit your identity."

"I mean, William Denechter, do you remember him?"

Deathstroke paused, and Schiller said calmly: "You killed him while the FBI was investigating me for malfeasance, and stuffed him in a box. What grudge do you have against him?"

"Is there anything in this world that you don't know?" Deathstroke straightened up, and his attitude finally became more serious. He turned around and propped up the recliner, then leaned on it and said: "Can't I help you get revenge?"

"You are just a killer who is paid to do things." Schiller replied with the same words.

"The William you know may just be a student who is not smart enough, right?" Deathstroke asked back.

Schiller did not avoid the question. He nodded and said, "So I was surprised when I saw him in the FBI. His ability was not enough to make him stand out from the internship academy, let alone keep his position in the FBI. He is an opportunist."

"Then you should think that he must have used some dishonorable means to climb to his current position."

Schiller frowned. He did not have a detailed memory of William, but before that, he took the initiative to leave the FBI and let them investigate him for malfeasance. William was involved in it and looked like Amanda's subordinate or partner.

In the end, his death was extremely miserable. His body was completely stuffed into a small box and was publicly displayed at the FBI base, which gave the FBI a slap in the face.

But other than that, Schiller really couldn't remember anything about William.

"His real name is not William Denechter."

The bell said, "His real name is William Deant Walsh Jr., and his father is William Walsh, the head of the US government's ACTH test team."