In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 162: Long Easter (2)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman
It was another rainy night, on the road full of stagnant water, the lights of speeding cars flickered, Gordon walked down the stairs quickly wearing rain boots, and shook hands with Schiller who was walking up, his tone Exaggeratedly said: "Thank God, Professor, you are so timely!"
"Let's go in and talk."
Gordon pushed open the door of the police station, and before he took Schiller into the office, a little policeman came over and said, "Boss, the interrogation room on the second floor is full, that drunk man with the scarred face After a fight, three people pulled them away, and the black man with the band tattoo was even more crazy, we don’t have enough manpower, we can’t bear to see so many prisoners..."
Gordon sighed and said: "I'll catch someone later, there's no need for interrogation, just lock them up first."
Gordon took Schiller up the stairs, and he walked ahead, walking fast, without turning his head, and said: "Recently, these people have gone crazy. Today, the crime rate in Gotham has increased by 12 times. Interrogation rooms and prison cells I can't live anymore."
"I don't know what's going on, everyone is very angry." After Gordon walked to the corridor, he pointed to the end of the corridor and said, "The two people in the interrogation room were locked up because of a bag. There is a couple in the room on the left, and they fight with knives and guns when they quarrel..."
"I thought this was a Gotham routine." Schiller also walked up the stairs quickly, standing behind Gordon and said.
"It was indeed like this in the past, but after the logistics system was put into operation, there were very few such idlers. I didn't expect it to appear again."
He sighed and said: "But as expected, the roads in the city are too flooded, the logistics operation has basically stagnated, and everyone is also at home."
"But you still feel abnormal, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have come to me."
"That's right, even if Gotham was rotten before, there shouldn't be so many mental patients popping up overnight."
"In the office on the third floor, two people are twitching, one is foaming at the mouth, and the other has started talking nonsense."
"Our police officers gave them alcohol and drug tests, but there was nothing wrong with them. They just suddenly became ill."
Gordon stood at the door of the office, with his hands on his hips, and said to Schiller: "I wouldn't be able to tell the difference if the kid named Coppert hadn't gotten sick last time, but their symptoms are very similar, so I have to get it." Tell you to come over and see, what is going on?"
Schiller frowned. He pushed open the door of the office and saw several people curled up in the corner, just like Cobblepot at that time, drenched and twitching constantly, muttering to himself.
Schiller shook his head and said: "I have expected it, this is the aftermath of the rain."
Gordon didn't hear what he said clearly, and just as he was about to ask again, Schiller interrupted him and said, "Don't worry about it, transfer them to Arkham, just as you expected Again, this is not normal and I need to conduct further investigation."
When Schiller came to the office of the Arkham Asylum, it was raining heavily outside the window again, and this rain had been less than 4 hours since the last time.
Schiller walked to the window and watched the raindrops slap on the guardrail outside the glass, reflecting a faint luster. He silently calculated in his heart that thunderstorms began to become more and more frequent, from once every two days two weeks ago It has become once a day, and today there have been three heavy rains.
He walked out of the office and knocked on the door of the next ward, and Batman's voice came from inside: "Please come in."
Schiller walked in and saw him and Copperpot standing on both sides of the table. There was this map of Gotham City on the table. After Schiller went in, he said directly: "It seems that the plan really disgusted them. Not light."
Coppert smiled sinisterly, Batman's mouth twitched, and he said: "You gave me a new understanding of how despicable human tactical planning is."
"If you don't use this method, even if you catch their tails, they will only hide deeper and deeper instead of jumping out."
Batman sighed, his mind flashing back to a few days ago.
Evans, Batman and Copperpot speculated that the method used by the Owl Court to monitor the living **** is the water well, but this is still only a guess and needs to be further verified.
Batman planned to sneak into the living **** to investigate by himself, but Cobblepot rejected him. He felt that the living **** was his own territory, and Batman didn't need to intervene.
Batman followed his usual skeptical style. He didn't trust Cobblepot, and he still planned to do it himself.
The two were at a stalemate, and finally, under the mediation of Evans, the two split up. Copperpot investigated the North District, and Batman investigated the South District. The two did their own things without interfering with each other.
During the reform of the living hell, all six wells in the southern and northern districts were filled up, but this kind of filling did not block the wells from bottom to top. A place about three meters above the surface is set up with supports, poured, and turned into the ground, while the part below three meters is still a well.
Batman found the entrance of a sewer step by step, and then planned to make a passage from the ground to the bottom of the well.
However, a wild man like Coppert, who is not from a major, has a broader thinking. He still found tires, red trucks, rockets, etc., and formed a small team, intending to use a special method to investigate.
These people are different from the rich and willful Batman. After all, they don’t have that solid equipment, not even night vision goggles. Not realistic, but Ye Luzi also has Ye Luzi's method.
It also starts with the old drug dealer who gave them the map.
What Gotham lacks most is all kinds of geniuses who have gone astray, and the best of them are these drug dealers who are like gophers.
In Gotham, it is true that there will be no police stopping you from selling these contraband, but the biggest danger comes from your peers.
This kind of thing must be stored and transported, and once the storage location and transportation route are discovered by other gangsters, then you just wait for the valuable goods to disappear.
In order to avoid this situation, most of the drug dealers operating in the living **** have their own transportation routes.
The same is true for this old drug dealer. He joined forces with several other relatively large business leaders to control most of the underground passages within the living hell.
They don't go to the ground at all, but directly transport goods through the underground passage, so that they can avoid being discovered by the gangsters in the living **** and reduce the probability of being robbed.
During the reformation of the living hell, most of the underground passages were destroyed by the foundation support, but there were still a few usable ones. Coppert obtained these materials and found the bottom of the well faster than Batman. secret.
They guessed right. Among the five wells in the North District, the bottoms of three wells are connected to a secret room, and the rooms are also connected to each other and lead to a larger meeting room.
When Coppert found out here, he didn't enter rashly, but notified Batman.
Batman, who is better at sneaking in, touched the periphery of these rooms. After investigation, he found that, unlike the huge conference room he found before, there were signs of recent human activities here.
Batman thought, what they expected was really good. If the owls have really been operating here for decades, then they will never completely abandon Gotham's territory. Keep guards at the stronghold.
After several days of squatting, Batman discovered that the underground of the living **** seemed to be a new stronghold for members of the Court of Owls.
Based on the principle of exchanging information among members of the Gotham Secret Society, Batman, I simply told Schiller about the situation, but Schiller came up with a very speechless, but possibly extremely effective program.
As Schiller said, it is not difficult to catch the tail of the owl court, and it is not difficult even to break into their stronghold. The cat game is endless.
Therefore, there must be a plan to force them out actively, let them show their bigger feet, and create a chance of success.
The specific plan is this. Schiller speculates that even if the owl court is hidden underground, they must rely on energy sources for lighting and communication.
So where does this energy come from?
Although the possibility of their own independent energy facilities is not ruled out, according to Schiller's knowledge of the owl court, they are like tumors growing on normal tissue. The method they are more likely to adopt is to mix in their own people during the transformation of the living hell, and then pull a line from the energy system of the living **** to supply their own energy.
So Schiller asked Gordon to find the little slippery head, and then let Coppert take the slippery head around twice in the living hell.
Sure enough, the little slicker soon discovered that there was a power line that was going in the wrong direction. After chasing this line, Coppert found the energy pipeline of the owl court stronghold.
In addition to the power supply, there are other pipelines, and the above-ground part is hidden and unguarded.
And Schiller's ultimate plan is to, pour shit.
Connect the sewage treatment pipeline of the living **** to the power supply pipeline of the court of owls~IndoMTL.com~ The sewer system of the whole living **** will be connected to the pipeline of the court of owls.
Needless to say the result, in Gotham, there is no place with a higher population density than the living **** area, and the shit-making ability here is naturally top-notch.
"The excrement flooded their stronghold, turning it into a huge digester."
The tone of Batman was a little tense, he said: "And judging from the situation at the scene, some people failed to escape in time at the moment of falling..."
Batman was silent for a while, as if he was suppressing the nausea caused by his imagination, after that, Batman still said quite pertinently: "Although it's disgusting, it's effective."
"You said before that they have cultivated a lot of killers. If I break in alone, I'm not sure I can beat them all."
"Even if I can beat them, once they hold me back and release the killer, all the residents of the living **** will suffer."
"The living **** is the most densely populated place in Gotham. No matter what happens in the owl court, there will be a lot of casualties. For this reason, we have to force them out of there. Although they use... But they escaped I'm sure I won't be able to kill people anymore."
Schiller looked at Batman, the corners of his mouth still curled down, looking deep and serious.
Schiller thought, maybe this is what makes Batman unique among superheroes. Although personal heroism is still inevitable, he is willing to trade his own regression for tactical victory, rather than being greedy for success. , to demonstrate their strength.
In the face of a despicable tactic, it is not to stand on the moral high ground and blame it, but to analyze and judge rationally. Perhaps this is the basic quality of a tactician.