Chapter 798: Deadly Joke (Twenty-Five)

After the high temperature at noon passed, Schiller and Bruce arrived at the expedited warehouse.

The work here is simple. The recorder is responsible for recording each item in the container when unloading and then labeling it. The porter Bruce works for is responsible for moving the goods from one place to another.

The two of them don't work in exactly the same place, with Bruce spending most of his time outdoors and Schiller spending most of his time indoors, but it's not without overlap. When Bruce moves things in, Schiller can be seen near the shelves. Record.

This also saved Bruce a worry, because he was actually very worried that Schiller would create too many job opportunities after he was out of his sight.

Bruce worked hard all afternoon, and he was sure that Schiller didn't do anything wrong. He just shuttled between the shelves and carefully recorded all the goods.

For some reason, Bruce actually felt a sense of relief. This was a full five hours. Schiller had been normal for five consecutive hours, but soon he discovered that he was happy too early.

By the time he got off work, it was almost dark. Bruce went straight to the warehouse to go outside, but Schiller stopped him and said, "Come on, follow me to get today's salary."

Bruce said a little strangely: "Salary? Wasn't it settled just now?"

"Really? Do you mean the tens of dollars? Come on, we worked for four full hours. Do you think the money is worthy of our hard work?"

Bruce had a bad premonition, so he hurriedly followed Schiller and zigzagged to the bottom of the outer wall of the warehouse area. Waiting there was actually the man who recruited workers during the day.

Schiller walked there, looked around, and said to him: "I have transferred the goods. Is the car ready?"

"Don't worry." The recruiter made an "OK" gesture and said, "I have already killed the porter I handled. I have also contacted the next one. The car is parked outside the door. Just as we agreed, four or six point……"

Schiller nodded without saying anything. He shook his head at Bruce and said, "Follow me and move things."

On the way to find the car, Bruce gritted his teeth and said to Schiller: "You just want to steal things..."

"I've said it all, opportunities are for those who are prepared." Schiller walked around the front of the truck, came up behind the recruiter who was about to get on the truck, and then directly strangled his neck with his arm.

When Bruce didn't react at all, Schiller took the car key and inserted it into the recruiter's windpipe. The whole process took less than three seconds.

Schiller let go of his hand, threw away the recruiter, opened the door, got into the truck, started the car and turned around to join Bruce, saying, "If you stay here any longer, you will be the number one suspect when the body is found. "

"You damn murderer!" Bruce took a deep breath and looked at Schiller. If he could barely tolerate his previous behavior, killing people in front of him was absolutely unacceptable to him.

Without even looking, Schiller took out a gun from his hand, pointed the barrel at Bruce and said, "Get in the car and don't get me into trouble."

Finally, Bruce got into the car. The two of them were silent while driving, but when they got out of the car, Schiller smiled and said to Bruce, "Let's go and see our spoils today."

His attitude was as if nothing had happened. Bruce even suspected that he had intermittent amnesia and had forgotten how the two of them were at war with each other just now.

Schiller opened the door of the truck, and there were several boxes inside. Bruce saw that they were the urgent shipments today.

Most of them are frozen and fresh food. Schiller opened the box and there was indeed a lot of frozen food in it. Bruce, who had just walked over, discovered that the food here seemed to have been carefully selected by Schiller. Not only did it include seafood, but also a variety of frozen food. There was a whole box of steaks, and they all seemed to be imported, high-quality beef.

"You can't do this again, I warned you." Bruce stood behind him and said in a cold tone.

"I'm hungry, let's go back and eat." Schiller hugged the box of beef and walked forward, as if he didn't hear what Bruce said at all.

After returning to the room, Schiller started cooking. Of course, since there were no vegetables in these frozen products, he simply fried the steak and made a pot of seafood soup, but even so, it was still a quite hearty meal. .

Schiller ate deliciously, but Bruce didn't take a bite. He looked at Schiller and asked, "Don't you feel guilty? This is not something that belongs to you..."

Schiller said slowly while eating: "...Bruce, let me ask you, do you think the resources produced in society today are enough for the people of the world? Can the materials in the world now feed all mankind? "

Bruce just thought for a moment and nodded. Schiller took a piece of steak and put it into his mouth and said: I am using the resources I should get according to the specifications of completely even distribution of resources. Is there any problem with this? "

Just as Bruce was about to speak, Schiller said first: "Don't mention to me that private property is sacred and inviolable. Did the person who made this rule inform me before implementing this rule? Did he get my vote? Since No, then why should I comply?”

"What about when someone steals your stuff?" Bruce asked.

"Then I will get it back by myself. I don't need others to help me enforce justice. Yes, if everyone does what I do, the world will fall into war, so what? Your wish is to maintain world peace, my wish No."

"Strong words." Bruce commented.

After dinner, Schiller did not intend to sleep. Instead, he put on his coat as if he was about to go out. Bruce looked at him and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find a job. I can't do warehouse work anymore. I have to find a new job to support myself, right?"

Bruce suddenly felt his head start to hurt. He said, "It's late at night, where are you going to find a job?"

"Go out and try your luck, there is always a chance." After saying that, Schiller went out, and Bruce had to follow him quickly.

It's 9 o'clock in the evening, not too late, but the streets of Gotham are already dark. Today's luck is better, it hasn't rained yet.

Schiller asked as he walked: "Last time, you said, what other jobs are there besides porters?...Oh, go to the restaurant to serve the dishes, right? Come on, let's go to the snack street and see if we can Find a job opportunity.”

This had a different meaning to Bruce Qing, so he hurriedly walked up and said, "I'll say it again, you can't kill anyone..."

Bruce expected to receive a rebuttal from Schiller, but unexpectedly, Schiller nodded and said, "Okay, no problem."

Bruce followed him dubiously until he came to the most prosperous snack street near the Living Hell. Schiller began to wander around again, stopping at the door of each shop for a while, and went up to talk to the stall owner or the restaurant waiter. chat.

This time, Bruce didn't eat or go to the bathroom. He just stared at Schiller. He didn't believe that Schiller could commit a crime under his nose.

More than an hour passed. Schiller made no movement, did not disappear suddenly, and had no excuse to go to the bathroom. He was just chatting with the nearby shop owners. Bruce felt something was wrong, so he closed the distance and listened to him talking to a hot dog stand. Stallkeeper's conversation.

"...Yes, it is indeed difficult to do business now. There are too many competitors. I understand everything you just said. Don't worry, it is not difficult to get something that will cause diarrhea or vomiting. Rain and dirt Even after the water is simply filtered, no one will notice..."

"Don't worry, within three days at most, your competitors will be reduced by at least half. Now, let's talk about compensation..."

Bruce rushed forward, pulled Schiller back, and then gritted his teeth and said, "You can't poison food!"

Bruce went to great lengths to get Schiller back to his apartment and stop his efforts to create more jobs in Gotham.

Bruce, who had been guarding intensively for a day, was already a little exhausted. His nutritional supply was insufficient and he spent so much energy. After returning to the room, he fell asleep.

As a result, at around 5 o'clock the next morning, he heard a noise outside the door. He stood up sleepily and opened the door. He saw that Schiller had already put on his coat. Bruce asked again: "What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for a job." Schiller replied in a relaxed tone. He said, "I haven't found a job that suits me yet. I have to go early."

As he spoke, he buttoned up his windbreaker and said, "Yesterday you said there were jobs for trucks and drivers. I plan to go and take a look."

Bruce resisted his sleepiness and walked back to put on his coat as if he was sleepwalking. Then he forced himself to follow Schiller. He said: "You can't kill people, don't steal things, don't poison food..."

As if he hadn't heard anything at all, Schiller kept walking forward and came to a gathering place for truck drivers. He asked an old master where he should find the gangster to pick up the truck. After finding the accurate address, he started to pick up the truck again. Wandering around.

Bruce could only squat on the side of the road, watching him walk from left to right, and then from right to left, not knowing what he was going to do today.

He discovered that bringing Schiller to the slums was a wrong move. It should be a decision made by his brain in a state of lack of nutrition. He added another burden to his slum life, which was to stare at Schiller and let He doesn't want to reduce Gotham to just jobs.

Crouching on the street corner, Bruce felt very sleepy. Just when he was nodding his head from sleep, suddenly, a loud "bang" sounded on the street not far away from him. He suddenly woke up and walked from the roadside. stood up.

Bruce saw two trucks collide on the road in front of him, and the driver of one of the trucks was Schiller.

Before the driver of the truck on the other side said anything, Schiller got out of the car first, pointed to the hit part and said, "Hey! Brother, what's the matter with you? I picked up a new car today, and you crashed it like this?! What's more, We’re still in the Xincheng Gang’s territory, aren’t you a little too disrespectful?”

Hearing the noise, not only Bruce woke up, but also the gang members in the area. It happened that Schiller's car had just been picked up from them. It turned out that Schiller's car was hit just two minutes after he left. Several gang members looked bad.

"Hey, Claude, what's going on with you? Are you deliberately stirring up trouble on our territory?" Several gang members walked over and faced the truck driver on the other side and said, "This is the new guy we just hired. , He was going to the cold storage line, he just drove a new car today, and you crashed the car like this, are you deliberately looking for trouble?"

In fact, these gang members don’t know any traffic rules, and they didn’t see clearly who hit whom, but this is their territory after all, they can’t show weakness. No matter who is responsible, they have to scold the other side, otherwise they are just scolding their boss for not knowing people and hiring a new driver who can’t drive?

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Schiller also chimed in, saying, "I was going straight, and you turned from the side. You cut in and hit my car. I really don't understand. There is no blind spot in this area. How could you hit me?"

"I..." The truck driver named Claude on the opposite side turned his head to look at the mirror on the corner. At this time, the mirror was broken, but Schiller followed his line of sight and said, "Yes, the corner mirror is broken, but you should be an experienced driver. Don't say that you can't turn without looking at the corner mirror..."

Claude looked at the gang members who were getting closer and closer, and gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, it's my bad luck. What do you want?"

Although Claude also had a backer, he also knew that he was in the wrong. He really didn't pay attention just now. He stepped on the accelerator just after turning, so it's not surprising that he hit me.

Besides, the gang territory he belonged to was far away from here. If he wanted to ask people to support the scene, he would inevitably get beaten up, which was not worth it.

"What else can we do? Pay for the repairs and get out of here." Schiller glanced at him and winked at the gangster next to him.

The gangsters immediately understood that there was money to be made in this matter. They walked up with long guns and said, "Hurry up, we don't want to use force, pay the money and get out of here!"

Claude spat on the ground, took out his wallet, took out two bills and handed them to Schiller. Schiller handed one of the bills to the gangster and put the other in his pocket.

Bruce, who witnessed this collective fraud, felt his head buzzing.