area51novel Chapter 94 What does that stinky out-of-towner know about Gotham?
Chapter 94 What does that stinky out-of-towner know about Gotham?
Chapter 94 What does that stinky out-of-towner know about Gotham?
Mrs. Gunn's expression changed, and she looked up sharply, but she couldn't see anything clearly. All she could see in her retina was a black shadow that flashed by in an instant, as fast as an illusion that occurred in the blink of an eye.
"It's Catwoman!"
The blond-haired youth shouted. These guys, who dealt with gangsters and homeless people for a long time, were the most well-informed. Any rumors spread quickly. "She comes and goes without a trace, she only targets jewelry, and she has a terrible personality. It's definitely her!"
"They come and go without a trace."
Mrs. Gunn's face darkened, and she drew her pistol, aiming it at the ventilation duct in the ceiling where the dark figure had last appeared.
"This is not a place for you, little cat."
Of course she had heard of Catwoman. Although she hadn't been around for long, she targeted the rich. The Gotham Police Department had been dispatched several times but had failed. She was chased by gangsters who were thieving, but they couldn't find out her background. Instead, her reputation grew.
It was only a matter of time before such a person set her sights on the rare items at the gem exhibition. Mrs. Gunn was afraid of running into her, which is why she immediately planned this operation after accepting the commission.
Who knew that the two groups would run into each other? The diamond necklace that was perfectly fine at the exhibition at noon has now disappeared along with the other side.
Mrs. Gunn made a threat and fired two shots at the opening in the ventilation duct, but Catwoman didn't show up, and no one could do anything to her.
"Walk!"
Unable to force the other party to reveal their true intentions, Mrs. Gunn stopped pursuing the matter and decisively ordered her homeless men to retreat. She didn't believe she was more capable than those gangsters, and no matter how reluctant she was to part with her reward, she could only leave resentfully.
Eddie only knocked out the guard; staying too long could easily cause trouble.
The delinquent-looking teenagers were still somewhat reluctant, saying, "But madam, even if we can't get the jewelry, these other gems are quite nice too."
"Fool, things in exhibition halls aren't as easy to sell as they are in jewelry stores."
Mrs. Gunn cursed a few times and was about to hurry out of the exhibition hall when she was met with the dark muzzle of a gun.
"GCPD!"
A policeman with a mustache pointed his gun at her head, while another, pot-bellied officer pointed his gun at several teenagers behind her. "All of you, put your hands up!"
Mrs. Gunn knew perfectly well that she had been betrayed. Two against one, even with a gun, she had no advantage and could only drop her pistol under Gordon's watchful eye. "Don't get agitated, officer, this is just a misunderstanding."
"Caught red-handed, are you still trying to deny it?"
Mrs. Gunn remembered the voice; it belonged to the guy who had offered to invest in the school.
She stared at the bespectacled young man who slowly walked out from behind the door, greeting her cheerfully, "Good evening, Mrs. Gunn, it's a pleasure to see you here."
"
Zheng En couldn't help but beam with joy at the thought of getting a fully equipped school for free.
"Your school is great, but it's mine now."
Upon hearing this, Gordon couldn't help but glance at him, wanting to say something but unable to. It was a perfectly normal incident of receiving intelligence, going to the door to ambush someone, and catching them red-handed in the act of attempting theft, but coming from Zheng En's mouth, it sounded as if they were aiding and abetting evil.
"So you specifically called us out to work just for this?"
Harvey Block was furious. "If you want to buy a school, at least use some normal methods!"
Although it was perfectly reasonable to take action after receiving a tip, he felt uneasy now that he knew Zheng En's true purpose, as if ants were crawling all over him.
The delinquent-looking teenagers were indignant. "What? You brought the police to arrest us just to steal the school? You're as wicked as a snake!"
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—It's rotten to the core.
"That's right, you police officers heard that too, right? Arrest him now!"
"Uh, well, he didn't do anything except report you."
Gordon had no idea how things had turned out this way. The teenagers were so agitated that they acted as if they were the victims, while Mrs. Gunn's gun was still on the ground.
The teenagers exclaimed in unison, "Isn't that enough?"
"Damn it, I got it, you're all corrupt cops in cahoots with him." The blond-haired boy's eyes darted around, and he immediately put into practice what he had learned in class. "How much did he give you? We can give you the same."
Gordon and Brock both fell silent for a moment.
"Don't forget why you're here, you brats!"
Brock was utterly speechless. He smacked his lips fiercely. "Sneaking into a museum at night to steal, and you think you can get away with it? The security guards on patrol are all lying down. Don't try to give me this excuse that you're here for a picnic!"
He pulled out handcuffs and cuffed Mrs. Gunn, after which the teenagers, without their leader, could only surrender helplessly.
Brock glanced at them and walked to the center without hesitation. Wellen was the biggest of the teenagers, and the others instinctively huddled around him.
"Ah, he doesn't need it."
Zheng En quickly tried to stop her, but as soon as he said that, Mrs. Gunn sneered, "So it was you, Wei Lun."
The few clueless teenagers didn't grasp the underlying meaning of her words, and some even complained indignantly, "Why doesn't he use it?"
"Because he's on my side."
Wei Lun silently walked to Zheng En's side, and Zheng En immediately pulled him behind her, placing him in front of Mrs. Gu En and the others' line of sight. "What, you have a problem with that?"
Mrs. Gunn ignored him and continued to sneer at Wellen, "You're something else, little spy. I treated you so well, had such high expectations of you, and even wanted to train you to be a mid-to-high-level member of the gang, and this is how you repay me."
Wei Lun remained silent, but Zheng En retorted, "How do you know he wants to be a gangster? Can't people just live normal lives?"
"Using the guise of doing what's best for others to force them to do things they don't like, and then thinking they're so kind-hearted, how can they be so shameless?"
If there were a choice, who would be a gangster? If Wellen wanted to go down that path, he would have been recruited by the gang long ago. There would be no need for Mrs. Gunn to make a move.
As he spoke, Brock had already handcuffed the hands of several teenagers.
Even while being held captive by Gordon, Mrs. Gunn didn't forget to trash-talk Wellen, saying, "A freak like you will be abandoned by society one day, and then you'll know how good I've been to you—"
Annoyed by what she heard, Zheng En grabbed a teenager's jacket and stuffed it into the old lady's mouth. "Can you just shut up? Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue if you talk so much?"
"Elderly people need to know how to avoid risks. Look how much I respect you, and I'm even afraid that you might hurt yourself."
These shameless words drew stares from those around him, but Zheng En paid no attention and led Wei Lun away.
Catwoman's arrival brought the previously averted theft to a close, and Gordon and Brock had to stay behind to call for police backup. Logically, Jung and Wayne should also stay, but Jung doesn't play by the rules, so Gordon and Brock couldn't keep Batman, and naturally, they couldn't keep him either.
As they left the exhibition hall with Wei Lun, they saw Jung Eun's old bread truck parked on the street not far away.
When he's alone, he likes to fly around on his bamboo dragonfly, but when he needs to bring people along, he has to bring his bread cart back into service.
As Zheng En was leaving, he was still complaining to Wei Lun, "That old lady doesn't have much skill, but she's good at spouting nonsense."
"What do you mean freaks get rejected by society? What do you know about Gotham, you stinking outsider?"
Wellen couldn't help but glance at him sideways. "You don't look like a native of Gotham at all."
Zheng En had no idea that she had also been insulted. "If you ask me, you're nothing. Some people are just strange in appearance, some are strange in mentality, and some are strange in both physiology and psychology."
"You know what happened on Halloween Eve, the scarecrows, the sewer zombies, and so on."
A guy who can control plants, an unbelievable old man with a schizophrenia who makes his puppets into gangster bosses—compared to these guys, how normal are you?
Seeing that Wellen looked a little confused, Zheng En said, "I almost forgot, you've only met the first two. But it's okay, they'll become famous in Gotham sooner or later."
The thought of the chaotic future caused his smile to fade, and he patted Wellen's shoulder solemnly, saying, "Cherish this time. Before long, there will be more freaks than ordinary people in Gotham."
Wellen couldn't help but show a surprised expression, while a figure hiding in the shadows of the building twitched the corner of his mouth.
Apart from the two people emerging from the museum, there was no one else on the empty street. Even if they were talking at a normal volume, her keen senses were enough for her to hear their conversation clearly.
She hadn't planned to stay any longer, but she couldn't resist getting absorbed in the conversation.
What does that stinky outsider know about Gotham? That's really interesting. The freaks he gave as examples later were also quite interesting.
She knew Scarecrow; he was that bastard who had turned Gotham into chaos.
The zombies in the sewers, the guys who can control plants, the incredible old man with a schizophrenia who makes his puppets into gangsters—these all sound interesting.
only----
Catwoman watched the two figures disappear into the distance. "To be able to meet so many strange and weird people, and to seem to know them so well, this guy is clearly a freak too."
"yawn!"
Zheng En suddenly sneezed, wondering who was talking behind his back. It could be Mrs. Gunn, who was being sued, or a juvenile delinquent sent to a detention center, or even Sullivan, who was now reluctantly working for him.
"The charity boarding school matter is settled; we can go for the inspection today."
When it comes to going through the motions, few can compare to a corporate slave who has worked in a foundation for many years, and Sullivan happens to be the corporate slave among corporate slaves, the best of the best.
"Work hard, and you'll definitely get a good year-end bonus."
Zheng En patted him on the shoulder encouragingly while making grand promises, but little did he know that after obtaining the [Killer Crocodile Physique], his strength was now completely different from before.
The force that would normally be enough to knock someone off their feet was deliberately amplified, nearly sending Sullivan flying.
Having endured the immense force of the attack, Sullivan felt a powerful push from behind, and as he staggered forward, his legs buckled and he nearly collapsed to his knees.
Fortunately, they were talking in a reception room, and there was a sofa right in front of him, so when he fell, he just landed on the sofa.
Sullivan, who had sunk into the sofa, was breathing heavily with lingering fear. For a moment, he even thought a brown bear was pushing him from behind.
That guy is terrifying!
Sullivan couldn't help but recall his experience of going to the boarding school to take over the procedures. During the process, he would occasionally see the students staring at him with resentful eyes, their profanities spreading from their mothers to their relatives.
The central theme of these long, rambling statements was an accusation that the foundation had illegally seized the school, including, but not limited to, spies, corrupt police, extortion, and collusion.
Sullivan had initially thought they were just making wild guesses because they were unwilling to accept reality and had watched too many games and anime, but now it seems there's some truth to it!
How could someone with such a thin and weak appearance have such great strength! Considering the other party's race, Sullivan couldn't help but turn pale. Whether he had Chinese martial arts or not was secondary; what he feared was that Zheng En was also a gangster, and a gang from their minority group at that.
Zheng En had no idea that Sullivan had thought so much in just a few minutes; he was genuinely a little embarrassed.
Are you alright?
Although Sullivan was an arrogant racial knight when they first met—and I don't mean to say he isn't now—Jheng En didn't dislike him that much, given that Sullivan was his direct superior and the other man was always at his mercy.
What was that saying again? So weak that even their anger only makes them seem cute.
Sullivan certainly didn't receive that treatment, but he was really useful, and really pathetic. Even when given tasks like "write me a 100,000-word report and hand it in next Friday," he would only agree and then rage incompetently behind my back before finishing on time.
Jung Eun, who simply wanted to test his capabilities and was prepared to be rejected:
All I can say is that this job is really important to him.
Sullivan, who rarely received such concern, sprang from the sofa. "It's alright, it's my fault. Please let me know if you need anything. I'll be going now."
Zheng En fell silent, feeling that Sullivan was truly ungrateful.
In any case, he was very happy that Mrs. Gunn's charitable boarding school had fallen into his hands.
[Mission: Mrs. Gunn's School]
Status: Completed
The breeding ground for crime has been destroyed, and classrooms that taught about firearms and ammunition and their use will be transformed into classrooms that impart new knowledge.
Literacy, the general knowledge needed in daily life, and the skills that enable one to make a living —
Car repair, cooking, bandaging, computer repair and use —
Learn a skill, find a job, but if you're willing to climb the ladder, learn more, and move up the ladder, the Wayne Foundation is willing to offer a small boost to help them embark on a new chapter in their lives.
[Task Reward: Settled]
[US$20,000, 20 analog points, an introduction to computers and related intelligent applications]