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"Wait, how long has it been?" Gordon looked back and could still see the Gotham City Police Department building. "You took care of all of them already?"
He was completely baffled.
Could it be that it only takes a few people to do something that could endanger the entire city?
"Of course. You know what I can do," Morin said. "Hurry up and get over here. I have to hang up; I need to call someone else."
How could a time management master be a master if he was undeserving of the title?
Although the subject of this time management was a bit off...
Speaking of which, in this world, the only person worth it would be Catwoman...
Recalling the scene of Catwoman lying on the Batmobile, Morin's mind started to wander, and his eyes lit up.
Although the timeline for the third Batman movie was still a long way off, Catwoman had actually already made her debut. She was just messing around in other cities at the moment.
If Morin wanted to find her, he could. There were many ways to do it.
Of course, Morin didn't plan on doing that just yet. The top priority was to upgrade his profession to a higher level.
Morin made a call to Bruce.
Bruce answered the phone, and his tone was a bit cold: "What's the matter?"
"Let me guess, the conversation with Ms. Rachel didn't go so well?" Morin immediately heard that something was off and was instantly delighted.
"If there's nothing, I'm hanging up." Bruce"s face darkened.
He had just gone to the courthouse where Rachel worked.
With Bruce's wealth, a Lamborghini was as understated as it got. But he couldn't help it; Bruce was a man who loved to be understated! So he only drove this car to go and see Rachel.
However, it was clear that Bruce's definition of being understated, as a man with money powers, was not the same as what an ordinary person would understand.
Then, he was surrounded by people.
A young and wealthy billionaire who was also handsome and in great shape"this was a perfect catch!
Unsurprisingly, Bruce attracted the attention of almost everyone in the courthouse.
And Rachel wasn't happy about it.
I am a good woman who loves my work!
Even though you're rich, good-looking, and in great shape, and you're nice to me, I love my career. I love my job. I want to become a messenger of justice!
Now that you've come looking for me so ostentatiously, how am I supposed to work hard to uphold justice?
Seeing Bruce's playboy demeanor made Rachel angry.
So, under the "watchful eyes of the crowd," Rachel went outside with Bruce, said a few words, and then came back in with a cold face.
As for the content of their conversation...
Bruce: "You need to be careful about your safety. I'll arrange some bodyguards for you. Also, you should stop pursuing the case against Falcone's henchmen. It's too dangerous."
Rachel: "Why should I?"
And then, roughly, Bruce said that he had learned about the dangers of the situation through some channels, and Rachel explained her determination and how the law needed true guardians, and what would happen if she didn't get involved, and so on...
And then, their conversation fell apart.
Rachel said a few cold and sarcastic things to Bruce and then left, and Bruce was hurt by her words.
At this point, Bruce was not yet the Batman of the future.
Batman had to go through countless trials, the death of his loved one, the sacrifice of a friend, and major events like not killing the Joker, before he could fully mature.
"Of course there's something. Do you think I'm so bored that I'd call you just to listen to your destined-to-fail story?" Morin laughed.
"You knew I was going to fail?" Bruce frowned.
"Didn't I tell you I had a suggestion for you earlier?" Morin said. "But you firmly rejected it and said you could handle it yourself."
In reality, Morin had only guessed that Bruce wouldn't succeed because this scene never happened in the original story.
However, by analyzing their behavior and personalities, Morin was able to roughly guess that Bruce wouldn't succeed.
There was no way around it. The chauvinistic Bruce would definitely consider the safety issue, so he wouldn't say too much to Rachel. And as for Rachel's personality, although Morin had never met her, he could roughly deduce it from the movie.
She was just an idealist who had no real ability and couldn't assess the situation.
In this situation, a conflict was inevitable. Now, the facts had proven that Morin's prediction was correct.
"How could you guess that?" Bruce pressed.
"I've had more women than you've had meals, and I didn't rely solely on money, Mr. Bruce, so I have a lot of experience in this," Morin said.
"If you want to know how, I'll tell you later. But for now, I have some serious business to discuss with you. Where are you right now?"
Bruce gave him an address.
"Oh, is that where you are... how long does it take to get to Arkham Asylum on Narrows Island from there?" Morin asked.
"...Are you telling me you don't even know where I am?" Bruce was silent for a moment. "It takes about half an hour."
"How is that possible? Isn't it just that street?" Morin didn't bother to check the address and laughed it off.
"Okay, I didn't call you to talk about this. I want to talk to you about a major event that could endanger the entire city of Gotham. If we can successfully resolve this, it will greatly boost our efforts."
"What is it?" Bruce's inner feelings were instantly thrown aside, and he started to focus on this matter.
I heard Morin is an expert too, so I can just learn from him later. This problem is easy to solve!
In Bruce's mind, the matters of Gotham City were now his top priority!
"Just come here and we'll talk," Morin said. "Also, it's best to drive an understated car. Otherwise, I'm afraid your car might not make it back, and our mission might be in trouble."
"Uh... is a Lamborghini LP640 considered understated?" Bruce asked.
"Hehe, do you have a misunderstanding of the word 'understated'?" Morin was speechless.
Although he had also been a person with money powers before, he wasn't one in this world at the moment, so he could only accept the power of the money-wielders' moves.
Of course, the effect was almost zero.
"Alright, I have a way." Bruce thought for a moment, got out of the car, and knocked on the door of the car next to him.
"Sir?" The car owner opened the door and asked nervously.
"How much is this car of yours?" Bruce asked. "Is half a million dollars enough?"
"That's more than enough! More than enough!" The car owner was overjoyed.
This was a used car he had bought for a few thousand dollars!
"Alright, half a million dollars. I'll buy this car," Bruce nodded. "You can go to the Wayne Enterprises finance department to get the money, understand?"
"But... but I don't have any proof!" The car owner was completely baffled.
"Here," Bruce said. "Do you have a phone?"
"Yes!"
"Take it out."
After the car owner took out his phone, Bruce took it, took a picture of the two of them, and then handed the phone back to the owner, patting him on the shoulder.
"Take this, and you can go collect the money."
"Okay, thank you, Master Wayne!" The car owner's eyes had turned into dollar signs.
"You're welcome." Bruce drove the Lamborghini to the side of the road and parked it. He then got into the car that had just increased in value by nearly twenty times, and drove toward Narrows Island.
"That was really smooth," Morin said on the phone.
The phone call had never been disconnected, so Morin was also still on the line during Bruce's little transaction.
Morin had just listened to Bruce's "smooth" and boastful transaction.
What the hell!
Someone is actually showing off right in front of me!
How can I tolerate this?
Morin suddenly felt that his earlier taunts about Bruce being a cross-dresser were not wrong at all; in fact, he had been too kind.
It's a disgrace for a person like that to not be suppressed!
"That was just a normal transaction," Bruce said with a face that read
"just a basic move, nothing special," and although Morin couldn't see it, he could imagine it.
"What was the thing you were talking about? Tell me the details."
"The director of Arkham Asylum, Dr. Crane. You know him, right?"
"I know him. He's the one who provides cover for Falcone's people, giving his criminal henchmen psychiatric evaluations to keep them out of prison."
"That's right. Dr. Crane is actually a psychopath. He's secretly conducting human experiments and has invented a fear toxin. The effect, as the name suggests, is to make people fearful. The patients currently held in Arkham have likely all gone crazy by now."
"...Come to think of it, they would have been better off just going to prison. Their fate might have been better there," Bruce chuckled when he heard this, but then he reacted.
"But what does this have to do with what you told me earlier? This event... it will endanger the entire city of Gotham?"
"The problem lies in this fear toxin," Morin said, glancing at the iron barrels piled up on the floor.
"Dr. Crane has probably already poured the liquid form of this fear toxin into Gotham City's water supply system."
"What?!" Bruce was shocked, and his hand even trembled.
"But don't worry. It's ridiculous to talk about the effects without talking about the dosage," Morin said.
"From what I've observed, this gas only works when it's inhaled into the lungs. Do you know what I mean?"
"You mean... drinking it is fine?"
"That also depends on the dosage. At its current concentration, the human immune system can handle it on its own without any effect."
"I see." Bruce let out a sigh of relief.
"But..."
"Can you just say everything at once!" Bruce couldn't take it anymore.
"But, the problem is, at its current concentration, if it's vaporized into a gas, inhaling it will also cause the effects of fear."
"So, as long as it doesn't vaporize, we're fine?" Bruce, like an idiot, scratched his head.
"How could a large amount of it vaporize? At most, it's just a little bit, right?"
"That's another problem," Morin said. "That's actually a very real possibility."
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