Chapter 3557 The Edge of Tomorrow (Three)

Gotham University. Teachers' Event Club.

Schiller slowly took the card code in front of him, took a glass of wine from the waiter's hand, calculated Victor's points in his mind, and thought about the timing of the flop.

The most popular poker game in Gotham is called "Wharf Card", which is a variant of Texas Hold'em and is also a way to guess the number of points and sizes. Because it first originated from the porter of the dock, it is called the wharf Card.

Teachers' clubs often play this kind of card, but this group of highly educated intellectuals have 800 scruples per person, and they cannot win by relying solely on luck. The main thing is psychological games.

Schiller is a professor of psychology and is proficient in psychoanalysis. Logically speaking, he should win at will, but his luck is too bad and he can't play any of his skills.

Moreover, other professors are not vegetarians. They know that Schiller can analyze their psychology, and their acting skills are comparable to those of Oscar winners. Not only can they act with expressions and movements, but also with Schiller's poor luck, he often loses more than he wins.

Seeing Victor pulling out a string of flush flowers, Schiller sighed. He had touched three pairs in a row, and it was not a big pair. Every time he wanted Victor to take a few minutes. Today is another day of a crushing defeat.

Schiller closed the sign and threw it into the middle of the table. After taking a sip of the cold wine, he felt better.

The first floor of the club is divided into two areas. On the right side of the door are playing cards and on the left side are a rest area. Schiller and Victor stand up and walk towards the rest area one by one.

As soon as I walked over, I heard some noisy sounds, and the professors sitting there seemed to be arguing about something.

Schiller and the others walked over, sat on the sofa beside the window, and asked the waiter next to him for a towel and wiped his hands. Schiller was about to close his eyes and take a nap.

Unexpectedly, Victor suddenly touched his arm and signaled him to look at the TV with his eyes.

Schiller glanced over and saw some people gathered on the sofa in front of the TV, whispering something.

Schiller didn't pay much attention to it, but he saw a green bald head appearing on the TV screen, and he seemed to hear some syllables like "Breniak".

Schiller sighed softly, he had a premonition that he had just passed the day of peace, which had just passed two days, was leaving him again.

The phone vibrated twice, and Schiller took out his phone from his pocket and saw that the screen was a message from Harley to him:

"Professor, are you free? I have a part-time job here. Do you want to do it?"

"What part-time job? Will you collect rent for you?"

"The interview was held at the beverage shop outside Gotham University. By the way, if Professor Fries is there, call him up too."

Putting down his phone, Schiller looked at Victor and said, "Halley said she wanted to find a part-time job for us two. Are you interested?"

Victor's eyes lit up suddenly. Schiller smiled and said, "It seems that she can see that you are short of money recently."

Speaking of money, Victor sighed: "Only after raising a child can you know how much it costs to raise a child. Just taking Billy to check his bone problems, it cost me and Nora most of my savings. The several projects I have to pay for will be paid in two months. I am worried about where to get some money to help me."

"I can lend you some, but I don't have much," Schiller shook his head and said, "Our new mayor's tax policy has both retro and advanced attributes. Most of my working capital has been invested in the store again, and I have not seen any hope of making a comeback."

"What part-time job can Harley have? You can't go to the headquarters of the Young Avengers to serve tea and water, right?" Victor said as he stood up, "Then I'm quite willing. It's better than arguing with those project parties."

"Go and have a look," Schiller said. "There are not many part-time jobs that we two can participate at the same time. I hope it's not for me to settle the score."

The two of them walked slowly outside the school. It was just dark blues, and the last little orange was smearing on the road. When they stared at it, their eyes suddenly became intensive, and everything became stronger.

After a few minutes of waiting, Harley got out of a sports car and waved to them.

It was time for the beverage store to close. After the clerk left, Harley flipped the sign at the door and invited the two of them into the store.

Schiller glanced at the sign on the counter, which seemed to be a new flavor just launched, with grapes covered with water droplets painted on it, which was mouthwatering, but when Harley asked him if he wanted to have a cup, his head shaking faster than a rattle.

Schiller and Victor each had a cup of hot tea. Halle made herself a big cup of ice, took a deep breath, let out a long breath, and then leaned against the back of the sofa.

"Have you watched the live broadcast of the TV station?" Halle asked. "There is a green-skinned guy who is very majestic. He said he can support all humanity fairly. What do you think?"

Schiller didn't pay attention to watching Brenniak's live broadcast, but when Halle said that, he could probably guess what trick this guy was playing.

Breniak claims to have level 12 wisdom and is the smartest existence in the universe. Compared to cosmic overlords like Darkside, this guy prefers to show his wisdom. If he can take advantage of his wisdom, he will not resort to force immediately.

It seems that he has grasped the weakness of the Great Depression of the Earth and started to draw pie for ordinary people.

"I didn't pay attention," said Victor. "I touched the flush in that hand, and I didn't care what they were talking about."

Harley was a little helpless, her expression and eyes seemed to be saying, "I've had enough of you two old antiques."

She briefly retelled what Breniak said and what he did, then looked at the two of them with some curiosity and asked, "What do you think?"

"What's going on?"

"It is the solution he mentioned, using the ultimate artificial intelligence to distribute global supplies and achieve true fairness."

"If he wasn't so smart, I would believe it," Schiller said. "But he himself is an emotional intelligent life, and how much better than those rich?"

"That's right," Victor agreed deeply, "He has his own feelings, his own needs for interests, and naturally he will have greed. It's better to wash and go to bed early, as you wish to make selfless contributions to mankind."

"Do you think he can't do it?"

"From his strength, he can certainly do it, but he won't do it because it doesn't do him any good. Unfortunately, not everyone can see this clearly," Schiller said.

"Okay, Justice League is off work."

"What?"

"The Justice League's official website just sent a notice that they solved the previous disaster and are now on vacation, so let's ask for blessings."

"No surprise." Schiller sighed, but said.

“Don’t you think they have no responsibility?”

"They are just smart enough," Schiller said with a smile. "If they fail from time to time, no one will expect them very much. If there are any mistakes in the future, people will only think that this is what the Justice League is."

"It's a quarrel on the official website," Halle sighed, leaned back, bent his arms, and moved his shoulders. "Some people think what Brenniak said makes sense. Some people are as rich as they are, it's unfair. If Brenniak can stand up and preside over the situation, it's nothing to let him rule the earth."

"Some people think that their hearts will be different if they are not my race. This guy is full of words and is unreliable at all. The Justice League should destroy this hateful alien as soon as possible."

"Some people also think that perhaps the Justice League can cooperate with Brenniak, borrow his computing power to reorganize the earth's order and give the poor more room to survive."

"Someone has sent a text message to Brenniak asking him what he thinks about a certain race, a certain group, and a certain type of people, but it seems that he has not received any answers at the moment."

"Someone might just send him a text message saying that if a certain type of person could be eliminated, he would support him in ruling the earth. This of course has aroused dissatisfaction among many people."

"People are angry but frightened, hoping that someone can stand up and preside over the situation, but the Justice League is really on holiday, and no one can call, and even the Luther Group's consultation and complaint hotline cannot be connected."

"It's not ordinary people who are anxious," Schiller said slowly. "If you want to follow what Breniak said, the worst result is to stay the same. On the contrary, if Breniak does that, the poor will have a day to turn things around."

"Yes, the most urgent thing now is Congress," Halle said, sucking a big sip of drink. "They closed the text message channel and asked everyone not to text Brenniak."

Victor couldn't help laughing: "This is a bit like accusing a fire brigade of breaking into a private house."

"They only did this?" Schiller had already expected it, but he was still amazed.

"It's almost the same, but many governments in many countries have done this, and some have even completely blocked the news, and ordinary people don't know anything."

"What you mentioned is related to this?" Schiller asked.

Harley nodded, suddenly feeling a little excited. She put her hands on the table, shook the ice in the cup in her hand, making a "Kalakara" sound.

"Don't you think we should have an organization?"

"What?"

"It's the organization of the bad guys! Every universe has it!" Halle slapped the table and said, "Injustice! Task Force X! Crime Syndicate! Super cool?!"

Schiller couldn't help rolling his eyes slightly.

"First of all, I'm not a bad guy," Schiller said with a finger, "secondly, the fighting world allows various universes to exchange experiences, not to let you take the dross."

Harley slowly stretched out five fingers.

"Annual salary is $500,000."

"These names are so ugly, let's take another one."
Chapter completed!