Chapter 427: Mystery in the Metropolis (XI)

When Schiller came to the reception room, Lionel still had a gloomy face. Schiller walked to sit opposite him, picked up the cigar box on the table, took out a cigar from it, and then picked up the cigar cutter and began to cut the cigar slowly.

When Leonel saw his action and was about to say something, Schiller said, "I have always been a kind person, and few people look at me with such an aggressive look."

"I know what you are thinking..." Schiller did not look at Leonel's eyes, but just said to himself, "You use your imaginative brain to imagine the praises that geniuses have received day and night..."

"In your fantasy, people like me should be called geniuses since childhood, effortlessly admitted to the best universities, and get a few doctoral degrees casually, and have a smooth academic journey until they are famous all over the world..."

"After that, when others ask me how I did all this, I will pretend to answer that it is all because of hard work, and everyone can do it..."

"I think you should have seen a lot of such interviews on TV, even if the protagonist is not me, but when you heard this sentence, you were so angry in your heart..."

"Because you tried, but you couldn't do it, you think those people are all liars, they are just luckier than you, have stronger talents, so they can easily have all this."

"You are jealous of I am jealous of all such people, and I am almost going crazy with jealousy, including your son. You abuse him mentally and physically, hoping that he will become a puppet who will only follow your orders. "

"I think you must have mixed feelings when I said that your son Lex might not be autistic."

"You are afraid that all this is actually a disguise. At the same time, you don't want to believe that there are really perfect geniuses in this world who can have intelligence beyond ordinary people without being troubled by any disease."

Schiller cut the cigar and lit it with a move that Lionel didn't see clearly. He continued: "Perhaps you haven't discovered that there are more geniuses around you than you think, including your son Lex Luther."

"He doesn't have autism or mental illness. Maybe because of your abuse and domestic violence, his personality is flawed, but not everyone has to be optimistic, kind, and positive. In general, he is a super genius and is destined to have a brilliant future."

Schiller saw that Lionel's teeth were gradually clenched, and his facial muscles began to exert force downwards, like melting ice cream, and the whole person was extremely gloomy.

"Perhaps, there is another person you are very familiar with, that is Bruce Wayne. When introducing your son, you often compare him to him. Although you say that you hope Lex can become a playboy like Wayne Jr., you actually look down on him."

"But he is also a super genius. Lex and Bruce are equally intelligent. The reason why he disguises himself as a playboy is just because he is responsible for the huge Wayne Group alone, which inevitably makes people jealous, so he needs to disguise himself."

Lionnar's face could hardly be uglier. He wanted to refute Schiller, but he knew in his heart that Schiller had no need to lie to him. Whether Bruce was a super genius or not, and whether he knew that Bruce was a super genius, had nothing to do with Schiller. …

Schiller took another puff of his cigar and exhaled the smoke. He said, "There are many people you look down on, perhaps including Bruce's female companion."

"You think she is the most common socialite, hypocritical, flattering, and fawning. She is just lucky to be with Little Wayne."

"So, when you were communicating with Bruce, you didn't even look at her straight in the eye. You think she should be used to this attitude."

"But Selina is also a genius. Maybe you don't know that she is the most famous thief in Gotham. She has visited Falconet's manor more than once, and the Godfather can't do anything to her."

"Even if you don't mention this, her charm is almost unstoppable. This is an ability that is more unreasonable than intelligence. If you really know how strong Bruce's willpower is, you will know that Selina is God's favorite..."

"You have been doing business in Metropolis, Maybe you have never been to Gotham, and you may also think that there is nothing to see in this city, chaotic, dark, and rainy..."

"But there are more geniuses than you can imagine, scholars who can freeze the whole world for their wives, penguins who have just entered the vast ocean, and children who grow up wildly but have surpassed the level of most automotive engineers..."

"A group of crazy, evil and genius gangsters, a legendary godfather who has ruled Gotham underground for 40 years, a group of various, chaotic and charming lunatics, and... a clown that makes these lunatics feel scared. "

"Enough!" Lionel's voice is like an anvil being tempered, with a sharp buzzing at the edge. He said:

"Why should I be jealous of you? ! I created a huge business empire out of thin air! I have achieved achievements that countless people can't imagine. What qualifications do you have to judge my work? ! "

"I created it with great effort, it is precise, beautiful and perfect! Just like the Luther Group, it is my masterpiece!"

"If you had this attitude at the beginning, I would not have said so much to you, but unfortunately, you not only do not have the level of a genius, but also do not have a broad mind."

Schiller looked at Lionel's eyes, his eyes were full of bloodshot, but that was not because he did not sleep late at night, the jealousy written there almost turned into blood flowing down.

"Do you know? You feel so painful now, and feel that your logic and thinking are not self-consistent, not because you don't have a genius mind."

Lionel still stared at Schiller, although the conclusion he just heard made him feel surprised, but he still held his breath and refused to relax.

"Someone I know had a chance to be promoted. Although he was originally a genius, that opportunity could make him almost omniscient, but he gave it up."

Schiller said it very seriously, and Lionel's attention was involuntarily attracted to it. Schiller said to himself with a sigh:

"The most ordinary and ordinary people have the most complex and beautiful inner world. It doesn't change because of whether they are smart or not. In other words, all greatness comes from this."

Obviously, Lionel couldn't listen to this, but Schiller didn't say this to make him listen. A person who has been trapped in a logical circle for many years is already difficult to be convinced. …

"Why did you call me over?" Schiller leaned back in his chair, while Lionel was a little nervous and put his legs together, with his elbows on his legs.

He took a deep breath and restrained his expression. Just as he was trying to adjust his mood and calm down, Schiller said again: "You don't want me to read your paper that is worse than shit only in quantity, do you?"

Instantly, Lionel's expression, which had just been restrained, collapsed again.

Finally, he had to grit his teeth and say, "I know, you also know the secret of the treasure, and you also killed someone in that incident..."

"Treasure, what treasure?" Schiller asked with narrowed eyes, but Lionel snorted disdainfully, saying, "Don't play dumb with me. The mayoral election was just a matter of various forces trying to compete for a treasure."

"You heard the news from somewhere, but you dared to get involved, and in the end, didn't you run away to Gotham with your tail between your legs?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Schiller looked into Lionel's eyes and said very seriously, "I have lost my memory and don't know anything."

Lionel was not shaken by his words at all. He said, "I invited you here because I want to cooperate with you. I can forgive your rude behavior of casually criticizing other people's works, and I can also share the treasure with you..."

"I'm not interested." Schiller refused immediately, but Lionel continued, "I know you don't trust me at all, but you were in the past. If you are caught in such an incident, are you really confident that you can win this time? "

"Sorry, when I said I was not interested, I meant I was not interested in the treasure, and of course, I was even less interested in cooperating with you."

Schiller stood up and put out his cigar on the table. Seeing him getting up to leave, Lionel frowned and said:

"Are you really amnesiac? If you are really not interested in the treasure, why did you kill the candidate during the election for the mayor?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Schiller just repeated this sentence. Lionel thought for a while, and then said: "It seems that the last lesson has made you remember, and you don't plan to wade into this muddy water again."

"But if the agents know that you were also involved in the last incident, they won't mind dealing with one more spy suspect."

"If you are sure, you can report me to them." Schiller left this sentence and turned to leave, but at this time, Lionel behind him took out a gun.

Schiller stopped, and Lionel walked behind him, pointing a gun at Schiller's head. He said, "You said I was a mediocre person, but a mediocre person holding a gun can also kill people."

Schiller turned around, the black muzzle of the gun pointed at his eyebrows, and he said to Lionel, "Your actions made me understand that any extra effort spent on you is a waste."

Instantly, Schiller had a black umbrella in his hand. He grabbed the middle part of the umbrella and lifted it up.

With a "bang", the hard handle hit Lionel's jaw, knocking him to the ground. Schiller walked forward and cast a shadow on Lionel's body.

Lionel covered the bruise on his chin and screamed. He saw with his peripheral vision that Schiller did not look at him, but held the umbrella and muttered to himself:

"I'm sorry, the first enemy you dealt with after changing into new clothes was a fool."