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Morin honestly didn't expect Crane to do something like that.
It reminded Morin of a famous scene: "This knife I have is highly poisonous. Touch it, and you'll die! (Lick)."
So, do people like that actually exist?
Morin was astonished.
But in his original plan, Crane was still useful!
"Could it be that after putting on the mask, the craziness in his daily personality was completely activated, leading to a suppression and decrease in his intelligence to a certain extent?" Morin guessed, watching Crane's eyes instantly become dazed and his pupils start to contract violently.
Suddenly, he became intrigued.
...
A little while later, Morin left the room with a look of satisfaction, closing the door behind him.
The frightening stunt was quite enjoyable. Seeing the change in Crane before and after, and how just a few words from him could make Crane jump, Morin immediately understood the reason for Crane's obsession with such behavior.
The feeling of contrast is a wonderful thing. It can bring a kind of inexplicable satisfaction. A well-known and common example is acting like a pig to eat a tiger.
Compared to that, using drugs to put someone in a hallucinatory state and then creating a sense of contrast is slightly inferior.
Morin only tried it out briefly and then lost interest. His power level made this kind of detour unnecessary. He could easily achieve his goals by simply overpowering people.
"Since Crane is out of the picture, the plan needs to change..." Morin had tried to use his mind-control magic on Crane while he was in the room, but Crane"s problem was very serious.
After taking a breath and falling into a state of fear, he instinctively started breathing heavily to relieve the pressure, and the air at that time was full of the fear toxin.
An overdose of the fear toxin would lead to death. Morin had no intention of saving Crane. Since he was a villain and a scumbag, it didn't matter if he died; it would save resources.
Since he couldn't be controlled, he had lost his last remaining value.
Morin took out his phone and made a call.
"What's up?" Gordon answered the phone.
"I've run into a little trouble here," Morin said. "Where are you right now?"
"Oh, God, don't tell me you trashed another place. I'm at the police station right now," Gordon sighed.
"How can you falsely accuse me like that? Do I look like the type of person who goes around trashing other people's places?" Morin retorted. "This time, I didn't start it!"
"So you actually trashed it?" Gordon felt like he was about to spit blood.
Why do I always feel like your mission is to go around trashing places?
"Don't worry about that for now. Come to Arkham on Narrows Island," Morin said. "I've discovered a few things."
"What's going on? Arkham? What's the problem there?" Gordon was surprised.
"The director here, Crane, is a lunatic. Besides helping thugs and forging psychiatric evaluations to keep them out of prison, he's also secretly doing human experiments," Morin said.
"He created a neurotoxin that maximizes the fear in people's hearts to satisfy his perverted hobbies."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm perfectly fine," Morin said, recalling how the fear toxin was instantly detoxified by his body"s mechanisms the moment it entered his lungs, without integrating into his body at all, and then was completely expelled.
"But for Crane, he's not doing so well."
"Did you hit him? Is he dead?" Gordon asked.
"Do I look like a brutal person?" Morin asked in return.
"You don't look like one, you are one," Gordon quipped.
"I didn't hit him. He took a breath of the toxin himself and then, in a state of fear, instinctively breathed in more and more. Now he's gone crazy and is about to die," Morin said.
"Wait, you just said that Dr. Crane was secretly doing human experiments and created that neurotoxin himself, right?" Gordon asked.
"So how did he inhale it? Didn't he know how dangerous that toxin was?"
"Who knows? Some people will even lick a knife they've put poison on..." Morin said. "For a psychopath like him, isn't it normal to do all sorts of things?"
"You have a point. Oh, by the way, do I need to bring the police with me?" Although Gordon had already decided that Morin was responsible for this, he didn't say it out loud and chose to change the subject.
Since Morin didn't want to talk about it, there was no need to force him. After all, what Morin said was true. It's not a big deal to pin any kind of crime on a scumbag.
Speaking of which, if that were the case, wouldn't the criminals that Dr. Crane had saved end up becoming test subjects for the toxin he created in his human experiments?
Gordon's eyes lit up.
Karma is a bitch. The heavens will not spare anyone!
You didn't want to go to prison, huh? Well, the suffering you're going through now is much worse than being in prison, isn't it?
Gordon's mood became extremely cheerful.
"Besides this matter, I've also discovered another, even more serious thing." Morin turned around and looked at the elevator.
He remembered that the elevator key was on Crane, but he was too lazy to go back and get it, so he turned and took the stairs.
So, who knows why Rachel in the movie didn't take the stairs after discovering Crane's true nature?
(Ghost: "I don't know, thank you. She was probably just being stupid.")
In any case, if there's an elevator, there's definitely a staircase or another entrance. Otherwise, where would you run if the elevator broke down?
Morin walked down the stairs, heading straight for the bottom floor.
"What is it?" Gordon asked.
"A major event that will affect all of Gotham," Morin said.
"Our plan is for you to become the commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department, and this will be a great help for your promotion. So I want you to come alone and let's discuss how to handle this to maximize the benefits."
"Affect the whole city?" Gordon was more and more shocked. He got up and started walking out, not even waiting for Morin to finish speaking.
"Yes..." Morin arrived at the bottom floor. He looked around and then headed to the only room where he could faintly hear some noise.
"I'm pretty sure that what they're doing, if not stopped, will endanger the entire city of Gotham."
"What are they doing?" Gordon got into his car, started the engine, and asked.
"We'll have to ask them that." Morin kicked the door open.
The loud noise made the busy people inside freeze and look toward the source of the sound.
It was a very large and high room. It was more like a factory than a room, and it was obviously modified and excavated later.
After all, no one's factory would have water pipes for transporting water exposed on the outside.
The distance from the floor to the ceiling had been widened to nearly ten meters, and the door that Morin had kicked open was halfway up, requiring a set of stairs to reach the factory floor.
On the floor, there were many steel barrels, and several openings had been made in the water pipes.
Before Morin came in, they had been pouring the liquid from the steel barrels into the water flowing through the pipes.
As for now... they were, of course, frozen in place.
The thugs were all stunned.
Why wasn't it Crane who came?
Who is this unfamiliar man?
"What are you doing?" Gordon heard the noise from the other end of the phone and had a bad feeling.
What was that sound, like someone kicking down a door?
"Don't worry," Morin said, holding his phone in one hand and his other hand in his pocket, looking coldly at Crane's henchmen, whose movements had frozen.
"Nothing will happen to me."
"Grab him!" A man who looked like a small-time boss finally reacted and shouted loudly.
He's so arrogant. He's obviously not one of us. He's up to no good!
"What in the world are you doing?!" Gordon realized something was wrong when he heard the sounds coming from the phone.
"I'm clearing the place... okay, I'm not going to talk anymore. I'm about to take action." With that, Morin hung up the phone.
"Hello? Hello? Fuck!" Gordon threw the phone, which was now emitting a dial tone, onto the passenger seat and stepped on the gas, speeding up.
However, he never called for backup.
It wasn't that Gordon was cold-blooded and would sacrifice everything for his own benefit.
It was just that the abilities Morin had shown him in recent days had made his confidence in Morin skyrocket.
He wasn't worried about Morin's safety at all.
What kind of strength would it take to be able to break into a mob-controlled bar and knock out several groups of people who were armed with various weapons?
Knocking them out and killing them were two different things!
Combined with the superpowers Morin had mentioned to him today... Gordon had never worried about anything happening to Morin.
The reason he was in such a hurry was that he was afraid Morin might accidentally wipe out all the people who might have some key information, which would be a problem.
At the same time, Morin, on his end, was walking leisurely toward the thugs who were pointing their submachine guns at him.
And, of course, what followed was an undisputed one-sided victory.
"What's going on? What's the situation? You didn't kill them all, did you?"
On the phone, Gordon asked in a hurry.
He was still on his way to Arkham, and it took a while to get there from the police station.
The time it took for Morin to take out the thugs was less than ten seconds; he didn't even give them a chance to fire a single shot.
"Why do you always assume that I've killed people? Do I look like the type of person who likes to kill people?" Morin complained.
"Of course not. I just knocked them all out!"
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