Chapter 134 Chapter 134 [VIP]
After the Riddler left, Megan, the young painter, took up her post again, stuffing the blueprints into her apron pocket. Compared to her last makeshift outfit, this one was obviously much more professional. She also tied a triangular scarf on her head, and it didn't look like she was going to do any work, but rather a casual work outfit.
Megan picked up the small roller and waved it around. This time, the tool was very handy. She stayed in the Riddler's safe house, opened the half-closed lid on the paint bucket, and took the roller to dip it in paint. First, she tested the tool to see if it was handy. When she concluded that it was, she thought—
The walls and floors of this room also made her shudder. There were eye-catching green paint marks everywhere, and there were several crooked question marks painted on the walls. After all, when she was painting for the Mad Hatter before, he didn't have so many requirements and just painted casually, so Megan had to practice before starting work.
The room was in a terrible state, but Megan had no idea that she had caused any damage. She opened the door first and pushed the cart to the street. She memorized the map, but she couldn't help looking around as she walked, and slowly arrived at the location marked on the map.
As the painters grumbled away, the Riddler, distraught, asked his workers in disbelief, "What? What did you say?! A bunch of well-fed guys went to inspect the construction site and stumbled upon one of my traps, and then the unfinished site was exposed?"
Because his style is so obvious, everyone now knows that the Riddler has a conspiracy. So where is he? He disappeared after leaving Arkham Asylum, but he must be setting up other traps!
Now, not only the news media are reporting on this, but even on Gotham's local forums, people are competing to guess the Riddler's hiding place. They're also betting on whether his plan has been disrupted and whether he will hastily launch it, hide and revise it, or even re-formulate the riddle and set up the mechanism...
Even his cellmates sent greetings, seemingly caring and asking if he needed help or cooperation, but the mocking tone was overwhelming, which was completely unbearable for the Riddler, a smart man. Even if he had other plans, he knew the character of his cellmates and was still annoyed by it.
At this moment, the Riddler was pacing in his secret base, and suddenly stopped. His eyes darkened, and he asked through gritted teeth, "Who is it?"
The worker was stunned for a moment and then asked, "Did anyone call you? Mr. Walker just called and said the project has reached the 30% required by the contract and needs you to remit the payment..."
There are many people at the bottom of Gotham who can't even afford to eat. Even if they work hard, they can't get the compensation they deserve. Just like their construction team, although Gotham has many demolition and construction projects and it seems to be a profitable industry, it did make money at the beginning, and all the money was hard-earned. However, there are even more greedy people. The appetites of those who are in charge of projects and construction sites are getting bigger and bigger. The more they eat, the less wages the lowest-level workers get. There are even cases where the bosses owe wages, and the workers are locked up in the police station when they ask for repayment.
In the end, their engineering team had no choice but to terminate the contract with the construction company and take on business from outside. They didn't care whether the person was a criminal, a lunatic, a good person or a bad person. As long as they were paid for the project, they would do it. As a result, they made a name for themselves and were able to support their families.
They see the buildings in Gotham being demolished and rebuilt, but they never care about what it means. People who care too much will only become crazy, and there are enough crazy people in this city. They cover their eyes and ears and are busy like worker ants, demolishing and building, as long as they can get paid.
The word "remittance" freed the Riddler from his anger. He frowned and pulled the corners of his mouth together, revealing an unhappy expression, "Walker? Well, it seems that their level is not bad. I originally thought it would take a few days to complete that big project." But he was also really surprised by the speed.
The worker smiled as he worked, "I know you need it urgently, Old Walker will definitely work overtime to get it done." His tone revealed his familiarity with Walker.
The Riddler knew what he meant, but he wasn't annoyed. He calmly replied, "I'll transfer the money tonight at the latest, and it's still an unnamed account. Remember to tell him, don't think I'm refusing to pay."
Although there are many scumbags in Arkham who refuse to pay their debts, such as Penguin, Black Mask and Joker, sometimes they just deal with the person involved directly when they don't want to pay. Now that the person is gone, the debt relationship naturally no longer exists. They have done this more than once or twice, and have been blacklisted in various industries. However, there are always people who don't believe in it, and then they go to see God, and of course it is more likely that they will go to hell to be greeted with loud laughter.
But these three have their own forces, unlike the Riddler and others who are used to fighting alone and don't want to form a force.
The Riddler has credibility in the engineering team. After all, the mechanisms behind the puzzles he sets up, such as large mazes, secret rooms, chain devices, etc., are all things he cannot complete alone.
Sometimes when he just escaped from Arkham, he lacked tools, materials, and manpower, and the GCPD and Batman must have been closely following the news in this regard. It was the familiar workers who secretly helped him complete the arrangements. As for whether the people on the engineering team could realize that they were aiding and abetting the evil, this was actually the most irrelevant issue.
The Riddler calmed himself down and asked, "I mean, who discovered our project over there?" His tone was sinister, and his intuition told him that this was no accident. He had a smart brain and knew that sometimes intuition was the result of noticing details that the consciousness failed to take into account. As long as he analyzed it carefully, he would definitely find clues, but he did not doubt his intuition and went straight to the result.
The worker thought for a moment. "Hmm, I heard some important people are here to inspect and restart...some business community? There are also a few ministers and office staff."
He couldn't remember everything he saw in the news reports. What the host said was too official. He didn't even know it was a setup by the Riddler from the interview program. The experts on the program talked a lot and were good at saying some seemingly plausible things. He didn't quite understand them. He just thought they were illogical and a little funny. But sometimes he could find the key points from them, just like today.
"Some important person," the Riddler sneered. He took out his phone and soon got the exact information. "Turns out it's that idiot Wayne."
"I remember him."
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Megan wandered the streets with her cart, but she didn't attract anyone's attention. You know, there are quite a few children and teenagers in Gotham who dropped out of school and did odd jobs. Most of them are descendants of gangsters, illegal workers, vagrants and prostitutes. There is no place for them to settle down, so even community workers can't take care of them.
However, this child was slightly different from them. Her clothes were clean and tidy, her skin and hair were spotless, and her behavior was innocent and clumsy - a family at the bottom of society could not raise such a child. She was not working, she could only be out playing.
There are people in the dark ready to make a move, but none of them succeed. Penguin has something to say about this: ...
He is a gang leader, not a babysitter!
The Penguin was the one who sent a message to greet and mock the Riddler. He knew the Riddler's pathetic and ridiculous self-esteem. He always looked down on people who were not as smart as him. He thought that knowing a few riddles was a manifestation of wisdom, and he showed off everywhere. Unfortunately, he didn't know that he was just a fool who was laughed at.
Smart? There are so many smart people in Arkham, but why are they all locked up?
The Penguin naturally seized the opportunity to kick someone when they were down, but he hadn't expected the Riddler to claim he'd hired the Joker's child to work for him. Penguin couldn't understand his thinking. Hadn't he seen the consequences of previous incidents? So many people had indirectly or directly incurred the Joker's retaliation because of Megan; the child had already become famous.
But the Riddler said, "I'm good friends with that kid. I played with her for a long time when we were still in Arkham." And no conflicts broke out. Who wouldn't say that they get along well?
The Penguin Man remained silent, maybe that's not the case.
One can't be too arrogant in Gotham, or they'll stumble at any moment, just like the Penguin looking at the Riddler now. He didn't bother to remind him, just casually saying, "You're right," and then ignored him. Riddler and Megan were friends? Penguin hadn't heard that from the children, so it was clearly just his opinion. The Joker would come back and there was still a chance to correct him.
But the information Penguin had received showed that Megan had indeed gone out alone, and no member of the Joker Gang was watching her, which made him angry again. Damn Riddler! Damn Joker!
He lost his temper and smashed his favorite ashtray, while asking his assistant to arrange for someone to protect the child secretly. He did not explain the child's identity, but knew that some of his subordinates guessed that it was his child.
The Penguin sneered after sending his assistant away. His fat, crowded face was filled with cruelty, looking extremely terrifying. His child? If it were his child, he would have been beaten and crying in the room by now.
Megan had no idea what was happening behind her back and was still busy working, but she didn't care about her job at all. She looked around everywhere, took a closer look at anything she was curious about, and even played on a plastic rocking horse that someone had thrown on the street with a hole in it. Because the horse was a children's toy and the model didn't match, she fell to the ground after just one shake. Fortunately, it was cold and she was wearing warm clothes, so she didn't get bumped. Then she got up and continued to drag the car that was thrown aside.
She only took out the blueprint to look at it occasionally. When she was near a marked location, she would run into the alley and draw question marks on the wall. As for the places she missed, she would just miss them and was too lazy to go back and draw them.
As I was walking down the street, I suddenly heard a voice from the TV hanging outside a shop saying, "According to reports from personnel in Arkham, it has been confirmed that the Riddler escaped from the asylum a few days ago. Citizens, please be aware..."
Megan stopped where she was and looked up at the screen. A young man with black curly hair walked up to her and said in a clear and bright voice, "It's Thanksgiving holiday. Are you still 'working'?" He was very curious.
Jason looked at the small paint bucket that Megan forgot to put down. The bright green paint looked like it had fluorescent agent added to it. She was wearing work clothes and was dressed very formally. It was obvious that the friend filter had filtered out Megan's true temperament.
Will Xiaomei work seriously for others? He couldn't help laughing when he thought of the Mad Hatter's house he had seen before.
He didn't hide the smile on his face. He took the paint bucket and cart from Megan and walked her to a deserted street corner. Jason put down his tools and sat on the roadside railing. He smiled ostentatiously, "I've taken care of everyone who followed you. I only knocked them unconscious. They'll wake up in about ten minutes."
He asked, "Are you painting the Riddler?" He followed Megan's route and saw a lot of question marks painted in a messy and careless manner.
Xiaomei only painted a few question marks before he became dissatisfied with the impatient and even more chaotic marks painted later, so he just used a roller brush to randomly paint those parts of the wall, so that the question marks could not be seen at all. He knew Megan very well and guessed correctly.
Megan turned her head and looked at him for a long time, then slowly opened her mouth and said, "He hired me." She admitted that the other party was the boss, but in action she took out a blueprint from her apron pocket, shook it, and handed it to Jason.
She said, "Hit him."
Jason suddenly realized that he had never doubted Megan, both as Robin and as a person. Even if Megan had some special friends, she would not go along with them and would not participate in crime, not to mention that she had him as a friend!
But there was still a question, "He is not your friend, why would you play with him?" Then he saw Megan smile slyly, and her expression seemed very happy, as if even the ends of her fluffy curly hair on the side of her body were lifted up.
"Dad won't let me play with idiots."
So, "Don't play with him, just tease him."
The author has something to say:
In my head:
Megan: Get rid of him. Robin/Joker: Yes.jpg
And Joker: I also told you to play less with Robin. Megan: Can't you hear me?
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