In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 158: Gotham Avengers (Part 1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

In his office at Arkham Asylum, Gordon watches Schiller, with his hands on his hips, fiddling with his umbrella.

Schiller removed the umbrella cover completely, leaving only the umbrella ribs. He lowered his head to remove the handle, and then yanked one of the umbrella ribs hard.

The rib of the umbrella broke with a "click", and the middle part flew out with a "swoosh". Gordon screamed in pain and covered his left half of his face. He said helplessly: "I have already said, don't watch me fix things. I don't have any education background in mechanics and engineering, accidental injury is inevitable."

Gordon stood up covering his face, took the part to him from between his fingers, and said, "I told you earlier, you can't fix this thing, it looks very common, but it's very common." Complicated."

"Don't you have anything else to do?" Schiller lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the umbrella stand, then looked out of the window and said to Gordon: "Are you policemen so idle?"

"I'm solving the problem from the root." Gordon folded his arms, looked at Schiller and said, "I found a pattern, as long as you keep an eye on you, there won't be any troublesome work coming to us again." .”

Before Schiller could refute, Gordon continued to ask: "So, the secret meeting you invited me to last time was established to fight against the mysterious organization that Coppert said poisoned Gotham's rainwater. of?"

"That's not an invitation. When you know this fact, you have already joined, and you have to join, because even if you don't fight against them, they will definitely find you."

Gordon frowned very tightly, and he said: "Those supernatural powers are real? For example... what kind of magic, witchcraft?"

"Do you believe in God?"

"Of course I..."

"God exists, so why can't magic and witchcraft exist?"

Gordon opened his mouth. He felt that what Schiller said made sense, but he was not a very devout believer, he could only be regarded as a pan-believer, so he had no idea about those things that were talked about by gods and gods.

Schiller twisted the handle of the umbrella, and it fell off. Gordon heard him curse, then picked up the handle and threw it away.

Gordon couldn't stand his layman's way of repairing. He walked over, picked up the handle, and said: "Well, as long as you give me a detailed introduction to the organization, I will give you How about finding someone who can fix this thing?"

"Stop kidding,

The only umbrella maker in Gotham is dead. People from other cities, even if they know how to do this job, don’t dare to come to Gotham. "

"Actually, even if you go to the metropolis, it may come faster than you can repair it yourself." Gordon and Schiller lowered their heads at the same time, and their eyes fell on the umbrella that was torn apart.

Schiller had to admit that Gordon was right, he had no talent for this, he was just messing around, and he should have known from Stark's laboratory that he could twist a light bulb, and only Will twist the light bulb.

"Where are you going to get someone who can repair umbrellas?"

"I can't find anyone who can repair umbrellas, but I know someone who can modify traffic lights."

Gordon picked up the phone and dialed, and said to Schiller: "Do you still remember the kid who tampered with the traffic light line on Traffic Civilization Day last time?"

"Oh, then I have a little impression, he made only the right one of the four intersections unimpeded, and then there was a fire there and..."

Gordon picked up the phone and said to the other end: "Hello? Go to the East End and bring that little slicker over. I have something to do with him."

Not long after he hung up the phone, a young police officer walked in with a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. Suddenly, like an eggplant beaten by frost, it wilted.

Gordon patted him on the back and let him come over, and then said: "This is a little slick, a genius boy who can be an electrician, can make wiring, and even invented some mechanical devices by himself."

"What's your name?" Schiller asked him.

"I don't have a name, people call me little slick."

Although Gordon has a good image and a civilized manner among the Gotham police, his long-term work in the front line also gives him a sturdy temperament. In contrast, Schiller, who is gentle The university professor's appearance is much better, and the little slicker quickly ran behind Schiller and made a face at Gordon.

Gordon reluctantly introduced: "This little guy is the culprit who tampered with the traffic lights on the central turntable. At that time, he was employed by a gang boss on Madrid Street. Just in the middle of the night, I pried open the cover of the traffic light and changed the wiring inside..."

"He is not a native of Gotham, but came from the countryside of Bludhaven. Both his parents died, and his uncle is an electrician. He brought him to Gotham to work and earn money, but his uncle is not in good health. He died of illness within a few months after coming to Gotham, and he is the only one left."

"This kid is very smart." Gordon looked at the little slippery eyes with admiration.

"He actually survived alone in Gotham, and he lived well. With the skills he learned as an electrician from his uncle, several gangster bosses treated him like a guest. If it weren't for me Losing face, I still can't invite him."

Schiller glanced back at Slick. He was a white boy with messy red curly hair and glasses.

He really doesn't look like a kid from Gotham's slums. Although he looks young, his body is not thin at all, and he is even stronger than Cobblepot. Kind of emotionally numb.

There are not many children who wear glasses in Gotham, because here, they neither read nor go to school, and they will not tire their eyes. There are few parents who are nearsighted, and they will not inherit it. , it seems out of place.

Schiller picked up the broken umbrella and handed it to Slick, saying, "If you fix it for me, I'll give you a super cool toolbox."

The little slippery head took the umbrella, looked it up and down, and said with some surprise: "Why is this umbrella broken so badly? You wouldn't take it to the battlefield, would you?" Gu Min

Gordon gloated and said: "The last time I saw this umbrella, it wasn't so badly broken, but someone insisted on repairing it because he couldn't..."

Schiller rolled his eyes, pulled the chair over and sat down, and said, "It's all the fault of Fish and Copperpot. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have to..."

"Wait!" Little Slick suddenly exclaimed, "Isn't this umbrella amazing? Why are all the parts different?"

Schiller stood up and said, "Wait a minute, I'll get you the toolbox."

He walked to the door, called the nurse, and said a few words. After a while, the nurse came in with a toolbox.

As soon as I opened it, there were three or four floors of tool display stands. The little slippery exclaimed: "It's so cool! I've always wanted to have a toolbox like this, but unfortunately, my uncle's toolbox is too small... ..."

"If you can fix this umbrella, then this toolbox is yours."

"Look at mine." As he said, the little slippery man picked up the umbrella and took it apart in three strokes. He worked there for a long time, and Schiller and Gordon were watching him , but the two of them couldn't understand anything.

After a while, the little slippery boy stopped standing on the edge of the table, touched his chin, and said with some embarrassment: "This is a bit troublesome."

"This thing is supposed to be made by hand, right? It's just casting the parts, grinding the parts, and putting them together, right?"

"Indeed, this is a tailor-made handmade umbrella."

"Then why don't you go find..."

Looking at Schiller whose face was turning black again, Gordon took a step forward, covered the little slippery mouth, and said, "Don't ask about it, just fix it for him as soon as possible."

"But this umbrella is very strange. I'm afraid only the person who made it can repair it." The little slippery man shrugged, pointed to a small pile of parts, and said to Schiller: "Look, look here, originally here The number of parts should be 6, but now there are only 5."

Then he pulled another missing part from the side and said: "This is the missing one. This screw seems to have been burned, and all the threads have been destroyed."

"That's why one umbrella rib can't stand up at all, but if you want to fix it, you have to find an identical screw."

"Originally, I could replace the nut together, but I don't know what to do with this material, and the welding pen is not easy to use at all..."

The little slippery head said to Schiller: "I really want that toolbox. I tried my best, but the material used by this manufacturer is too special, and it is not the same thing as the factory's assembly line products. I also do it." Not sure."

Schiller and Gordon glanced at each other, obviously the two of them thought of something else, Schiller asked the little slippery head: "Are you sure only the umbrella maker who made this umbrella can fix it?"

"Probably yes, I'm not boasting, but when I can't walk, I can screw in nuts with screws."

He picked up a screw, showed it to Schiller, and said: "Look at the thread on this, you can see a little hand-made traces, but more importantly, he has a special design for the thread, using standard specifications The screws can't be screwed in at all."

"How about recasting one?"

"You can try it." The little slippery head shook his head and said, "But I don't think there is much hope. This kind of fit is very peculiar. If the materials are not consistent, it may not fit together."

Finally, Schiller still gave the toolbox to the little slippery head, and then said to him: "If you want ~IndoMTL.com~, you can go to the vocational school in the living **** and learn about it. There is a Gotham University student there. The professor of mechanical engineering is teaching, and with your talent, he will be very surprised."

After the little slippery head left, Schiller picked up the phone and dialed a number, and then said: "Yes, it's me, are you free to come over now? What? You are coming over? Okay..."

About 20 minutes later, Batman appeared in the office, and Gordon, Schiller, and Batman gathered around the table, looking at the umbrella.

"So, you're saying that only the Court of Owls instructed Umbrellamaker Viking to make an umbrella that only they can repair?"

Batman picked up one of the parts, squinted at it, and said nothing.

"Okay." Schiller threw his handle on the table, then looked at Batman, and asked, "You stayed in Copperpot and Evans' ward for a long time last night, what did you talk about? "

As Batman fiddled with the parts of the umbrella, he said, "The three of us plan to join forces."

Gordon also looked at him and asked: "Join together? What to do? Deal with that owl court?"

"Yes, we are all interested in that mysterious organization, so we plan to investigate it from different angles."

"You said you were coming over today? What's the matter?"

"I was just here to discuss a question, but now I have an answer." As he said, Batman took out another part, which was almost exactly the same as the damaged one, and he said, "This is what I found last night. , on another umbrella."

As Batman narrates, the time goes back to last night.

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