Chapter 3579 The Edge of Tomorrow (Twenty-five)

Because he wanted to teach basic lessons again, Schiller had to read out the lesson plan from a long time ago. However, he had basically forgotten all the above content, and some theories seemed a bit outdated now, so he was busy revising the lesson plan recently.

In addition, his doctoral students and graduate students seemed to think that the paper had been delayed for too long, and finally found out with conscience that several versions sent to him recently had quite a few changes. Although there is still no hope of graduation, Schiller had to reply seriously even for superficial skills.

Because he was working hard, Brenniak did not cause trouble for him. However, the work of several consecutive days doubled Schiller's pressure. He felt that if he continued to work like this, when the freshman came to report, they would face an unprecedented storm.

At this moment, a phone call from Harley saved him.

"Hey? Professor? There will be a meeting tomorrow league tonight. Are you going to come?"

"Of course." Schiller quickly turned off the computer and said, "Don't wait until the evening, I'll go there now."

After saying that, ignoring Bleniak's shout, Schiller quickly left the door and drove to the mansion by the Gotham River.

Unexpectedly, even so, he was late. When he went there, everyone was almost there. Before Harley, who organized the meeting, came, the scarecrow, the frozen man, the clown, the killer crocodile and so on, all came.

With this enthusiasm, Harley may be the most contender clown girl in the entire multiverse.

As soon as Schiller walked in, he heard Jonathan complaining there: "God, why do I also teach basic psychology classes?! You don't know what Schiller was angry with those students..."

As soon as he said this, he turned his head and saw Schiller Jonathan's expression froze. But Schiller did not refute, and sat at the round table and said, "Aren't you a professor in the chemistry department?"

"Yes, so I have to teach basic courses in the chemistry department." Jonathan pulled his hair hard and said, "And because I haven't published a paper in two years, that damn artificial intelligence has forced me to write a paper on the fear of poison gas and publish it! Can this thing be published?!"

Victor didn't look very energetic, sitting on a chair against the wall and napping. After seeing Schiller coming, he yawned and opened his eyes hard and said, "I've been in the lab for two nights. I'll have to tutor Billy when I go back later..."

Schiller looked at the killer crocodile again. His face covered with scales was not obvious. He was playing the playing cards in his hand in a mess.

"My company has recently joined many new people and is busy training them. Breniak has taken me a lot of good jobs, moving, moving, and decorating. He is so busy that his feet are not stuck in the ground. His scales have been sunburned for several pieces, and he has finally gotten the time."

"Don't look at me," said Jack. "I ran from the dock to the Western Suburb Park six times yesterday. The tires exploded and there was no time to change them. Breniak must play his shit-filled music in the car..."

Schiller originally felt that he was already very tired, but after hearing their experience, he felt that his job was quite easy. At least he spent most of his time watching computers in the office. Although pure mental labor was a bit boring, it was still better than entering a factory or a laboratory.

Breniak found a class for everyone. But he did not stop squeezing, but arranged work tasks by sticking to the limits of human body and physiology. At the same time, he used temptation to force people's potential, making people feel that "it's better to take this opportunity to earn more."

Tired is indeed tired, but I can really eat the cakes I painted, and I feel a lot of accomplishment at work. Basically, it can be said that I have reached the state of labor in the ideal human beings.

But then again, the ideal state of labor in humans is not to work, so even if everyone can still bear it, they will need the leisure time of lazy fish.

But Breniak is indeed very advanced, and it is difficult to succeed in sucking in front of him, so there must be a reasonable excuse. This led to Harley's call, and everyone arrived at the fastest speed, aggressive and ready to go.

The last time this scene happened when criminals in the Arkham Asylum escaped from prison to deal with Batman.

I can only say that one era has another era.

Soon, the two-faced man Harvey arrived. He seemed to be the most energetic among everyone. Schiller didn't even have to guess, and he knew that the first sentence he said must be "Christine".

"Christine asked me to watch a drama tonight, so I can only stay for about half an hour. If you have anything, just say it quickly and don't delay my date." Harvey said, looking at his watch.

He immediately paid the price for the remarks - he had to use his arms to block the thrown finger biscuits, playing cards, decorate dried flowers and dice.

"Hey...hey! You guys are jealous!" Harvey shouted while waving his hand.

"Don't say so much, let's have a few more." Schiller had already started to shuffle the cards, and he said, "I can't believe that I haven't played cards for a whole week. Who is the banker?"

Jack rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll do it, I'll be lucky to be the banker in the first game."

"You're sitting in the gun?" Victor asked, looking at Schiller, "I remember you haven't won the gun."

"I haven't won in another position, so here is it."

Several people sat down and started dealing cards. As soon as Schiller turned his card over, he saw a line of information appear on his phone placed next to the table:

"God, your luck is really bad, Professor. I suggest you quit this game directly and go back to read the paper."

Schiller snapped his phone over.

As expected, he lost this game. Although Schiller's card-playing skills are not very top-notch, they are still good in terms of calculations. He can also roughly know what their cards are by observing others. But his luck is really bad. How can he win a loose hand?

"You go down." Schiller waved his hand and said to Jack. "If Brenniak deals the card, artificial intelligence may turn my luck around."

Later, Pamela and Death Knell also joined the card game. So when Halle arrived, she saw a group of people playing cards around the table.

"Whatever you do!" Halle slammed the table and shouted, "We are a bad guy league, not an elderly club! No cards are allowed!"

"Yes, playing cards is a waste of time!" Breniak echoed.

Ten minutes later, Halle threw the card in her hand on the table with a snap, and said with her waist: "My big A flush, how do you win?!"

Schiller threw the gourd card in his hand on the table with a helplessness. He was originally very good at grabbing, but he didn't expect to encounter a novice protection period. Harley's cards were bigger than each other. She took all these rounds, and the chips were almost piled up.

"Ah!" Harley suddenly screamed, looked down at her watch and said, "Oh my God, how many laps have we played? It's 10:30!"

"I have reminded you many times," said Breniak. "At 9:00 you said you would do it again, and at 10 o'clock, you would do it again. You won't want to do it again, right?"

"Forget it, it's too late today." Halle said, "Let's go."

"Did you forget something?" Schiller poured out the ice cubes from the cup and said, "You asked us to play cards?"

"Oh, no!" Harley patted her head and said, "It's all your fault. I said I won't fight or not. You insisted on pulling me to fight, and almost forgot about the serious matter."

She cleared her throat, stood on her chair, waved her hand and said, "Look at me! Look at me! Don't count chips, what's the best thing to count for that little money?!"

"I announce that our league will receive the first order tomorrow! Applause!!!"

The people next to the table cooperated and clapped. Harley also raised her chest and looked around, and nodded to the people below from time to time. Soon she made an end gesture and said:

"Although we are bad guys, we still need to have basic professional ethics, so I cannot disclose the information about the employer here..."

"I'm the employer," Brenniak said. "There's a group of people on Diamond Street who are secretly planning a terrorist attack to overthrow my rule. I hope you can help me kill them."

Harley was so angry that she threw her phone to the ground.

After a long time I remembered that my phone was my own, so I could only jump down to pick it up. After picking it up, I blew the floating ash on it and said, "Okay, you damn guy, you better have to prepare the reward, otherwise I will throw you into the septic tank..."

"It's done, and the whole person will have three days off."

In an instant, the applause was several times more enthusiastic than before.

Schiller also had to admit that Brenniak had indeed achieved the ultimate in grasping human nature.

When it comes to money, in fact, everyone here is not short of money that they want to exchange their lives for money. Even if they don’t make extra money, they will at most be a little tight and will not be unable to afford to eat.

Moreover, they are not the kind of people who love money as much as their lives. Just spend enough money. The rest of their time is used to exert their self-worth and seek spiritual satisfaction.

So if Breniak offers a high price, then there are probably few people who will support him. But if he gives him a holiday and has it for three days, no one will disturb him within three days. He can take a good vacation, and anyone who is busy and crazy will be moved. Schiller is no exception.

"Okay," said Harley, "Deathkiller is a professional killer, let him talk about his opinion next."

Death Knell loaded bullets into the gun while saying, "The answer is on the riddle. Dear Miss, you said it - I am a professional killer."

The hand armor stroked the gun, and when loaded, it made a crisp "click" sound. The death knives raised the gun and his eyes were close to the scope.

With a "bang", the bullet flew out of the muzzle, spinning and cutting the air, and shot straight into the man's eyebrows. Blood and brain erupted like a volcanic eruption.

His face was frightened and his eyes widened. The man slowly fell down like a tree sawed deep by a saw.

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Chapter completed!