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"Do you remember what I told you before, about how you studied in the League of Assassins for a long time?" Morin said.
"This matter is related to the League of Assassins."
"The League of Assassins is gone. I destroyed it myself," Bruce said with a frown.
Bruce did have a no-killing rule, but he wasn't so rigid when his own life was at risk. He would let it slide and feel at ease.
Although he had learned his skills from them and then destroyed their base... but there was nothing he could do. He was the protagonist, and the League of Assassins were the villains, right?
In any case, it had nothing to do with Morin, and he couldn't be bothered with it. It would be too complicated to get involved. It was better to just cut to the chase.
"No, you're wrong. You didn't completely destroy the League of Assassins; you only destroyed one of their strongholds," Morin said, shaking his head.
"The League of Assassins is a very large organization. Its former name was the League of Assassins!"
This League of Assassins was not that League of Assassins.
The League of Assassins in this world was a bunch of lunatics with extremist ideologies.
It was an even more extreme ideology than the "kill one person to save a thousand" ideology of the assassins in the previous world Morin was in.
It was the ideology of "kill millions to save the world!"
To achieve their so-called purpose of saving the world, they have created many incidents, such as the Black Death in Europe, etc... In short, their goal was to "eliminate the filth of the world!"
It was an extremist organization composed of misanthropic people, and they all had real skills.
It wasn't a big deal for Morin, but for a world where the highest power was that of an ordinary person and there were basically no supernatural powers, it was a huge threat.
If it weren't for Bruce and Fox and others coming to the rescue later on, the entire city of Gotham would have been destroyed by them!
"Is this... their directive?" After Morin had roughly explained the situation, Bruce asked, "What is their goal? Simple destruction?"
"They destroy anything they think is unsalvageable, including an entire city," Morin said.
"Clearly, they're not much smarter than you; in fact, they might even be a little dumber."
"I feel like you're insulting me," Bruce said as he stopped the car. "I've arrived."
"Just come on in. With your status, no one will stop you," Morin said.
"And... I am insulting you. Don't doubt it."
Bruce: "..."
Why is he so direct?
Can't he give me some face?
I'm the one paying for all of this, after all... or am I not yet?
Bruce's earlier idea of buying the apartment that Morin was currently renting began to stir again.
Just as he was about to enter Arkham, another car arrived.
Bruce looked to the side and saw that it was Jim Gordon.
Bruce had looked into Gordon before and wanted to bring him into his team.
Then, Morin suddenly appeared, and Bruce changed his plan, going to find Morin first.
So, Bruce had forgotten about bringing Gordon into the fold.
"What's he doing here?" Bruce was stunned for a moment, but he didn't pay much attention to it and tried to enter Arkham.
What Morin had told him about was more important right now.
"Sir, you can't go in," the Arkham guard said, doing his duty and blocking Bruce. "You need a pass to enter here."
"Do you know who I am?" Bruce asked the guard.
"...Yes, sir." The guard wanted to say no, but his mouth was honest.
"Then that's good. That car is yours. The door is unlocked, and the keys are inside. You can just go and take it," Bruce said, patting the guard's shoulder.
"Can I go in now?"
Gordon, who had just parked his car and walked over, heard the conversation.
As someone who was experiencing money powers for the first time, the effect on him was explosive.
Even though he knew that Bruce should be on their side, this move made him involuntarily freeze in a state of shock.
"Of... of course you can," the guard was still in a daze.
He didn't doubt what Bruce said. It was because he knew who Bruce was that he knew what Bruce said was true.
However, as someone who was also experiencing the power of money for the first time, and a direct impact at that, he was naturally dazed.
What?
He paid for a car just to get in the door?
The guard was stunned.
Do good things like this still exist these days?
Bruce nodded with satisfaction, walked past the guard, and entered Arkham.
I only spent half a million dollars to get here as quickly as possible, and I also used a car I didn't plan on keeping to get into Arkham. I'm so good at managing my finances and saving money!
Bruce thought to himself.
Since Gordon was not the direct beneficiary of the money power, he was the first to snap out of the "I can't imagine a rich person's world" state. He then walked forward, intending to enter Arkham.
The guard instinctively stopped him.
"What, are you going to ask a cop for money too?" Gordon"s face darkened.
"No, no!" The guard immediately came to his senses and quickly moved out of the way.
He still couldn't afford to mess with the police.
"Where is it? The bottom floor?" Gordon entered the building and heard Bruce on the phone.
"What? There's someone else? Who is it... uh... okay, I see him."
Bruce was halfway through his sentence when he saw Gordon pushing the door open, and at the same time, Morin on the other end of the phone just happened to say Gordon's name.
"...Mr. Bruce?" Gordon looked at Bruce and remembered what Morin had said earlier about Bruce being a cross-dresser.
He then connected that to Bruce's action of giving away a car so casually and immediately, his eyes filled with a look of pity and understanding.
The pity was that such a young and wealthy person turned out to be a cross-dresser.
The understanding was that since he was so rich, what was the big deal about having a strange hobby?
Bruce was stunned.
He was sure that this was the first time he had met Gordon, so why was Gordon looking at him with such a strange expression?
"Yes," Bruce decided to ignore Gordon's strange gaze for the moment.
"Commissioner Gordon, I've been following you for a while, and I never expected..."
"Shouldn't we go see him first?" Gordon interrupted.
Even though Arkham was an asylum, there were still people who worked there. Otherwise, no one would be taking care of the patients.
"Okay."
The two found the stairs and headed down. Morin had already told them about the elevator being out of order on the phone.
The strange looks from the staff along the way were unavoidable, but Bruce and Gordon simply ignored them and hurried on their way.
They were both very concerned about what Morin had told them.
"You're here?" When the two finally arrived at the bottom-level factory, they saw Morin, who was leaning on the railing and boredly playing a game of Snake. He said, "It's that."
"My God..." Gordon looked at the hundreds of iron barrels and recalled what Morin had told him on the phone.
"Are they all... that toxin?"
"There's no need to worry. Although the quantity seems large, it's insignificant when spread throughout the city, and it only reacts when inhaled," Morin said.
"But now that the League of Assassins is involved, it means they're definitely going to do something big with this."
"What is the League of Assassins?" Gordon heard a term he had never heard before.
"Just a terrorist organization. You don't need to worry about them; it has nothing to do with you," Morin waved his hand.
"This is a matter for Bruce and me to handle."
"..." Gordon wanted to say more, but when he thought about Morin's identity, he immediately felt at ease and said nothing.
Since someone of Morin's status had said so, it must be true. Even if he knew more, it wouldn't help much, so it was better to not know.
"How should we handle this?" Bruce asked in a deep voice.
"You provide the money, and I'll provide the effort," Morin said, looking at Bruce and then gesturing to Gordon. "He'll provide the people."
"What do you mean, 'provide the people'?" Gordon was instantly frustrated.
Why does that sound so strange?
Although you guys are handsome, I have a wife and kids... and even if I didn't, that's not okay!
"You'll be in charge of taking the credit and becoming the police commissioner," Morin said, expanding on his brief description.
"Bruce will provide the money to develop the antidote. When the time comes, it can be distributed everywhere, and he'll gain a reputation, both for himself and for Wayne Enterprises. This will help Wayne Enterprises' future development and give it more influence... This is a part of our plan!"
"I understand." Gordon nodded and said nothing.
To put it simply, I'm just the one who gets to take the credit, huh?
What is there to say about such a good thing?
Gordon was not an ungrateful person. He knew very well that after he became the police commissioner, he would have to provide some help to Wayne Enterprises and Morin.
However, since their three goals did not conflict, it was only natural for them to help each other out.
"As for my effort, it means that when the time comes, I'll be the one to deal with the League of Assassins," Morin said.
"Perfect division of labor."
"You... alone?" Bruce couldn't help but ask.
"Of course not," Morin said. "You'll also have to put in some effort. My apologies, I think I forgot to mention that before. But it's not too late to add it now, is it? Didn't you want to learn my skills? I can use this opportunity to teach you. Of course, how much you can learn is up to you."
"Didn't you say you couldn't teach me before?" Gordon was frustrated again, for the third time.
He had been very interested in Morin's abilities before. After getting Morin's answer, he had reluctantly given up.
But now...
Morin is saying he can teach him?
Is this the difference between people? That's too realistic!
"The abilities you're talking about and the abilities I'm talking about are not the same thing. The kind I can't teach you, I also can't teach Bruce. As for the kind I plan to teach Bruce..." Morin looked Gordon up and down.
"How old are you?"
"In my forties." Gordon said.
"Well, forty-one is in your forties, and forty-nine is also in your forties," Morin waved his hand.
"But no matter if you're in your forties, to learn my combat skills and other techniques, you need a very strong body, and yours... definitely won't do."
With that, Morin pointed to Bruce next to him. "His body is capable of reaching the human limit. The only thing he's lacking is time and experience."
"The human limit?" Bruce was not particularly happy about the evaluation of his body, and he asked curiously, "What is that level? What's the standard for that?"
"See that wall?" Morin looked around and finally pointed to the wall next to him.
"Yes."
Thud!
There was a loud sound.
Morin hit the wall with his elbow, and the immense force caused the wall to cave in, creating a dent!
"...Is that... the human limit?" Bruce couldn't help but swallow.
It was an instinctive reaction.
He was already looking forward to the day he could do something like that.
"No, that's a level that surpasses the human limit," Morin said.
Bruce: "...(?_?)..."
Then why did you even bring it up!
"Wait... you mean..." Bruce reacted. "You've already surpassed the human limit?"
"Of course. Isn't that obvious?" Morin said with a confused look that seemed to say, "You're only figuring this out now? I thought you'd already guessed."
"How did you do that?" Bruce pressed.
"Everyone has a different fate," Morin's voice suddenly became low and heartfelt.
"Bruce, some people just have that kind of talent, but don't be discouraged. When God closes a door, he also opens a window. Your previous plan was actually very creative. That is your advantage; don't abandon the fundamental for the incidental."
"Are you talking about the Batsuit?" Bruce frowned slightly.
He understood that what Morin meant was that he didn't have the talent and couldn't learn those things.
Regardless of whether what Morin said was true or not, Bruce had to assume it was.
"Yes. You have money, and technology is meant to break through the human limit. A hundred years ago, could you have imagined that man-made things could fly into space?" Morin said.
"I'll help you improve your physical strength to your limit, and the rest of your potential, which you can expand infinitely, is the Batsuit."
"I understand..." Bruce nodded, lost in thought.
"Shouldn't we deal with this matter first?" Gordon was frustrated, for the fifth time.
One has talent, and the other has money.
What about me?
Damn it, so I'm just a useless person who has to wait for credit?
Hmm, it's so good... no, it's so despicable!
I have to interrupt!
"Wayne Enterprises can just buy Arkham, right?" Morin looked at Bruce.
"Of course," Bruce nodded. "But the current CEO of Wayne Enterprises, Earle, would probably..."
"Then replace him. It's that simple, isn't it? Wayne Enterprises is yours. You don't need to answer to anyone else. Besides, I heard that Earle is trying to take Wayne Enterprises public to dilute your shares and gain more control," Morin said.
"After you buy this place, seal it off, take samples of the fear toxin, and research an antidote. When the League of Assassins makes their move, that's when we'll officially start our operation!"
"Wouldn't that... pose a danger to people?" Gordon asked, choosing his words carefully. "I mean, we know about the danger but we're not telling them..."
"What we're doing is not just for us; it's for them, and it's for all of Gotham. This is the best way. Right now, we've learned about the League of Assassins' plan ahead of time, and we can counter it. But if we inform everyone, we'll be at a complete disadvantage. The League of Assassins could simply retreat and wait for another opportunity, and we'd lose our chance," Morin interrupted.
"It would be best to resolve this with zero casualties, but if someone has to die because of this... then it can only be said that they had bad luck."
There were some things Morin didn't say, and he didn't need to.
If there's no price to pay, who will cherish the result?
Is it enough for just Bruce and the others to cherish it?
What Morin needed was for the citizens of Gotham to clearly understand the effort that Bruce and Gordon and the others put into this operation, and what the final outcome would have been if it weren't for them!
Without an example, who would believe it?
As for Morin deciding the lives and deaths of some people in an instant, even if it was just a possibility...
Morin could only say that weakness is the original sin!
If you're strong, you don't need to be controlled by the strong. But if you're not strong, even if you are controlled, you might not even know it, and even if you do, there's nothing you can do!
No matter when, where, or who, in the end, it all comes down to strength. This is the only unchanging truth in the world.
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