pertwk Chapter 93 Mrs. Gunn's Crime Lessons
Chapter 93 Mrs. Gunn's Crime Lessons
Chapter 93 Mrs. Gunn's Crime Lessons
Batman's night patrol route usually begins and ends in the East End, which accounts for more than 80 percent of Gotham's crimes. In fact, Gotham's crime is divided into ten parts, and the East End accounts for eight parts, making it unique and leading the way.
Following good tradition, Jung Eun, who was filling in for someone, made a point of observation during his night patrol. After dealing with Wei Lun's matter, he resolved about twenty robberies targeting shopping malls and shops, eight cases of stalking and drug trafficking, and at least four cases of burglary, robbery, and rape.
Tonight is a chaotic night, not only for the victims who have been poisoned by fear gas and are attacking indiscriminately. Many experienced criminals, with their keen sense of smell, realize that the Gotham Police Department doesn't have enough manpower and resources to control the situation, and they also want to take this opportunity to make a quick buck.
The bolder ones targeted banks or jewelry stores that sold gold and silver. The slightly less bold ones thought that luxury stores displaying a wide variety of leather jackets and bags were also an option, even though they weren't easy to sell, they were still high-value items.
Of course, this doesn't mean that relatively inexpensive daily necessities like rice, oil, and salt will be overlooked.
The cheaper the loot, the lower the risk. Banks and jewelry stores have security guards, and it's common for someone inside to casually fire a shot. But if it's a small convenience store or supermarket, then why risk your life for someone earning only 3,000 a month?
They steal everyday items and don't have to worry about selling them. If they don't need them, they can resell them on the second-hand market. The police can't even catch them.
Crime numbers surged, and police resources were scattered and unable to be deployed effectively. Not only was Jung Eun busy all night, but even Bruce, who had just finished distributing the antidote, had to change into his bat costume and continue working.
Finally, as dawn broke, Gotham experienced a brief period of calm.
Zheng En slumped onto the sofa and opened the control panel, which displayed a series of completed tasks.
[Daily Tasks]
[Crime aborted (robbery): Completed]
For some, the willingness to resort to violence to plunder is far greater than the desire to create wealth themselves.
[Criminal abortion (theft): Completed]
Some people are taught from a young age to make a living this way, and even when they have better options later in life, they can't shake off the pleasure of getting something for nothing.
Not to mention the daily tasks, [Crocodile Tears] and [Fear, Candy, Halloween] have also been completed by default.
[Mission: Fear, Candy, Halloween]
Status: Completed
The Scarecrow, the Ventriloquist, Killer Croc, Poison Ivy, the Joker—some of them are in jail, some are reborn, and some are lurking in the shadows plotting something. But anyway, tonight is a peaceful night.
The fear wrapped in candy wrappers was absorbed like dust, and then, like dust, it covered the scarecrow's face.
The scarecrow, who derives pleasure from witnessing the fear of others, has finally tasted fear itself, something it hadn't experienced in a long time.
[Task Reward: Settled]
[$30,000, Guide to Making Fear Gas, Trick or Treat! (Skill)]
The only slightly special reward among these is the "Trick or treat!" skill. Although it's unclear when it will come in handy, it's sure to be a surprise.
The conditions are easy to meet: [Halloween costume], [indoors], [being refused candy]. He himself has a [distorted screaming mask] that he can pull out at any time. As long as the other person is indoors, he'll likely succeed. After all, most people don't carry candy with them, and even if they did, they wouldn't give it to their opponent.
"By the way, Batman, do you have any leads on the Joker thing?"
Jung Eun was exhausted and wanted to lie down, but then she felt like she had forgotten something. She couldn't remember what it was, and she felt like ants were crawling on her body. Then she found the clown in a corner.
Compared to what everyone else did tonight, he really didn't do anything. He kept a low profile, and when he took Barbara away, he simply sent her back to her room and left her a playing card. But it was precisely because of this that it made things even more complicated.
What exactly does he want?
According to the current timeline, Batman has just debuted, and only a few well-known supervillains have appeared in the future. The Red Hood gang has just done something bad and it was ruined. Their leader did not become the Joker, and there was no chemical plant manager forced to work for the Red Hood gang or fall into the chemical pool to avoid Batman.
Where did this clown come from?
Zheng En pinned her hopes on the unified editor, who was now like an artificial intelligence and might be able to find out the clown's origins.
"There are no clues."
Batman knew what Zheng En was thinking, but unfortunately, the matter of the Joker seemed to have been erased from the sky, leaving no trace. "I checked all the surveillance footage near Gordon's house, but I found nothing."
Jung Eun: "Tsk." Although he wasn't surprised.
Zheng En fell asleep immediately, but Tong Bian was not in the same good mood.
clown----
He was very impressed with him.
As soon as he regained consciousness, Tong Bian knew that his memories had been blurred. Although he would have vague impressions after encountering various familiar people, they were not clear.
He couldn't remember why he became a mentor, and even with the permissions granted by the system, some parts of the agreement he signed were still blocked.
The clown's appearance seemed to briefly shake up that part of the story, but it only made him more suspicious.
His memories seem to be overlapping.
After the chaos of Halloween Eve, everyone's life returned to normal.
The people of Gotham have a remarkable ability to adapt; no matter how chaotic things were the night before, they're still the same the next day.
People went about their business as usual. Office workers went to their companies as usual, illegal immigrants worked illegally in restaurants as usual, gangs collected protection money as usual, and shop assistants who had been robbed went to work to clean up as usual.
Wellen was no exception. Just hours before, he had been fighting to the death in the sewers with zombies that he didn’t know if they were hallucinations or not. Wellen genuinely didn’t think the people on the other side were alive. With his physical abilities, no one could fight him for that long without being at a disadvantage. But a few hours later, he had to go back to Mrs. Gunn’s charity boarding school.
After parting ways with Jung Eun, he went back to his rented basement room and slept until he woke up naturally. Then he took the subway, evaded the fare, and walked back to school.
The school is not far from the subway; it's about a kilometer's walk away.
Before he even went inside, some of the hooligans who were also attending classes at the school saw Wayne.
"Hey! What did you do last night?"
These people are specifically responsible for surveillance. They watch from outside when someone is stealing, and when they have nothing to do, they loiter around the school. They approach suitable teenagers, become familiar with them, and then bring them into the boarding school.
That's how Wellen got pulled in. They got a cut for each person they brought in, and Mrs. Gunn would give a tip ranging from tens to hundreds of dollars depending on the size and ability of the teenager.
After the thug with the toothy teeth pulled Weiren inside, he received a two-hundred-dollar tip, so he seemed very eager when he saw Weiren appear.
The chaos that occurred last night was noticeable even to those who stayed at home. The frequent sirens blaring through the streets, the scarecrow's announcement, and the news interruptions on various television programs were like a storm pounding against the window.
He hadn't seen Wellen all night, so he couldn't help but exchange a few pleasantries. "Mrs. Gunn can't reach you either. You haven't been poisoned, have you?"
Wellen, who had been right: "————"
Seeing his silence, the buck-toothed thug became even more emboldened. He slapped his thigh, "Oh dear, it's such a shame you didn't come." He lowered his voice, "Mrs. Gunn led us to pull off two big heists last night, bringing back a ton of gold and jewels!"
He enthusiastically shared his criminal exploits from the previous night with Wellen until Wellen entered the teaching building, at which point he returned to linger at the school gate.
When Wellen entered the classroom, a class was in progress. Mrs. Gunn pulled down the projector screen, which displayed cross-sectional diagrams of various guns.
"Oh, Wellen, you've come at the right time." Her gaze swept over Wellen, sizing him up.
Where did you go last night?
To be able to establish connections and create a breeding ground for crime in a place like Gotham, Mrs. Gunn was certainly no saint.
Despite Wellen's attempts to conceal his condition, it didn't stop her from immediately recognizing what had happened to him.
"I was poisoned and got into several fights."
Wellen's words were vague, and Mrs. Gunn didn't delve into it. After asking him a few questions, she lit a cigarette and said, "Your physical condition is excellent, but even the strongest body can't stop a bullet. Sit down, you need to learn this lesson."
Does anyone know the advantages of automatic pistols compared to revolvers?
"The revolver was loaded with so many bullets."
"It's impossible to pretend anymore. Darling, is there anything else?"
"The revolver can't be silenced—too much smoke will escape from here—"
Wellen listened absentmindedly, and Mrs. Gunn noticed his distraction, so she threw a piece of chalk at him.
Wake up, lad.
"Although you missed the good thing last night, we still have to visit the art museum this afternoon."
Wellen frowned. "What are we going to the art museum for?"
Mrs. Gunn laughed. "The museum has far more wonderful things than you can imagine."
She had long intended to involve Wellen in the crime, and now that someone had commissioned her, it was the perfect opportunity for them to practice.
Although Wellen hadn't been with the company long, Mrs. Gunn could tell that he was a natural criminal.
She has a ruthless eye and a keen sense for crime, which is why she chose to establish a boarding school in Gotham, recruiting homeless children to work for her, robbing, stealing, and even murdering and arson—these teenagers are at an age where they are fearless and the law can't touch them.
She can profit from this, but whether she can then introduce them to various gangs and earn brokerage fees is another matter entirely.
After all, Gotham is rife with gangs, and various gangs fight each other. If they want to expand their territory and develop their power, their subordinates naturally have to keep up.
She realized that she could get a good price for Wellen as early as when the thug brought him to her.
With his naturally robust physique, ruthless eyes, and unusual appearance, Wellen Jones, no matter how much he wanted to be a normal person, would eventually be ostracized and forced onto the path he was meant to follow.
As long as his crocodile-like skin remains, he will never be able to do any other work in his life.
After Wayne joined, Mrs. Gunn had his background investigated. He had been abused as a child, injured his aunt, and then became a homeless person. Although he briefly worked at the Wayne Foundation, he was quickly dismissed and then wandered to the vicinity of a boarding school, where he was recruited.
What a great experience! With such an experience, how could he possibly do a normal job?
Mrs. Gunn was very satisfied; this was exactly the kind of criminal recruit she needed—someone who could not only rob jewelry and money for her, but also potentially rise to the middle or upper ranks of the gang.
With such a bond, she could easily foresee her future high standing in Gotham.
She had high hopes for Wellen and devoted herself to teaching him when he was leading him to commit crimes.
"I brought the whole class to the museum for an afternoon of cultural lessons, and then left little Eddie here." Mrs. Gunn led the teenagers into the exhibition hall with a flourish. "He'll take care of the guards inside."
"What about the surveillance footage?" Wellen asked.
"It'll break down." Mrs. Gunn smiled confidently. "That's another lesson, Wellen. We'll have to take care of both those below and those above to get in smoothly."
"There are many people below, and each person can only do so much. What should we do with these kinds of people?"
"Knock them out, ma'am!"
The blond-haired boy excitedly shouted, "Bribing them isn't worthwhile, and it's easy to leak information. I just don't understand, why not just kill them?"
"You have to have reverence for life." Mrs. Gunn tapped him on the head. "Besides, the price of killing someone is much higher than knocking them out. I don't want to be chased by the police all the time."
"The next question is, what should we do about those in power?"
"Coercion and exploitation," another boy quickly replied, but Mrs. Gunn corrected him, "It's coercion and enticement."
The boy said, "It would be best to use money or bribe him; if that doesn't work, find something to use against him to threaten him."
Mrs. Gunn: "What if we can't find it?"
The boy said, "Then I'll make one myself. I can use his family, lover, and friends to threaten him."
"very good."
Mrs. Gunn was pleased with her teaching results, but she noticed that Wellen hadn't said anything. "What do you think, Wellen? Is there anything else you'd like to add?"
Besides physical strength, mental acuity is also crucial, as this is a key factor in distinguishing between middle and upper-level thugs and lower-level enforcers.
She didn't want such a promising talent like Wellen to end up at the bottom of society because of a lack of proper education.
Wellen didn't respond to her immediately. He looked around carefully, sniffing the air like a wild animal.
"I believe there is someone else here, ma'am."
"What?" At this moment, Mrs. Gunn could no longer care about teaching. She went straight to the innermost display case, which was completely empty.
A mocking laugh came from above.
"Look what I see! Mrs. Gunn, the kind woman who appeared in the newspaper a few days ago, has somehow managed to barge into the exhibition hall with her homeless children!"
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