The Bloodied Gang Boss

It turns out that the villains at the beginning of any story are incredibly stupid, like the current Principal of Gotham University and the Police Chief, Victor. If Batman hadn't also been just starting out, and it were the fully realized Batman, he wouldn't even spare them a glance.

Fortunately, Maroney, a villain who appeared mid-story, was quite capable. Before Batman could even raid his lair, the production line was already operational, churning out massive quantities of Fear Gas.

Schiller didn't go after this batch of Fear Gas immediately, because if he succeeded once, they would surely raise their guard.

Although a large amount of Fear Gas was produced, it was only temporarily stored in warehouses. Maroney knew that this kind of biological weapon had to be used in large quantities at once, ideally covering an entire city block to maximize its effect.

Unfortunately for him, this played right into Schiller's hands.

Once the three warehouses of the small chemical plant were basically filled with Fear Gas, Schiller activated the Gray Mist and flew directly into the warehouses, consuming all the concentrated Fear Gas.

Schiller dared to do this because the Gray Mist, as a symbiote, told him it could directly devour the Fear Gas and store it without worrying about capacity.

However, Schiller was skeptical. It was like a drunkard telling you it was perfectly fine to store alcohol with him.

Fortunately, the symbiote was relatively obedient. After dispersing into the Gray Mist, it devoured all the Fear Gas in the warehouses almost instantly, without getting drunk.

The bottles containing the Fear Gas showed no change. The symbiote's factors infiltrated the molecular structure of the bottles, drinking up all the Fear Gas.

The next day, when Maroney came to inspect the warehouses, he was stunned.

The boxes and bottles were neatly arranged, and there were no signs of anyone entering or leaving the warehouses, yet the Fear Gas was gone.

Maroney knew the consequences if this biological weapon were discovered by certain individuals. Therefore, despite the small scale of the chemical plant, the security was extremely tight, especially for the warehouses storing large amounts of Fear Gas, which were almost airtight.

But he couldn't expect the night security guards to be wary of a wisp of mist that suddenly drifted by. In this way, Maroney was completely defeated.

He had spent millions of dollars, countless manpower and resources, and owed several favors. The results, achieved after a significant investment of time, were just one step away from completion, only to be stolen.

If it had failed from the start, it would have been one thing. But now he had invested manpower, poured in money, installed new equipment worth millions of dollars, hired high-paid chemists, and even fought with the Red Crow Gang, resulting in dozens of deaths and covering all the funeral expenses. And now they were telling him that the finished product was stolen???

Anyone would be spitting blood!

More importantly, Maroney knew that the police and some strange Batman were after him. To deal with them, he had activated many informants he hadn't used before, nearly alerting his entire intelligence network. This led to the deaths of many informants and the disruption of a large portion of his intelligence network, which was the result of decades of his hard work.

Just as Maroney was forced to increase his investment and produce another batch of Fear Gas due to sunk costs, he went to inspect the production line. All the instruments, along with the bottles and jars, had turned into powder.

Maroney's heartbroken cry could be heard throughout Gotham.

Schiller was very surprised by the symbiote's performance. The symbiote told him that it could not only break down Fear Gas but also other things. As long as they had a molecular structure, the symbiote could break them down, incorporate them into its own symbiotic factors, and then reassemble them when needed.

This was equivalent to Schiller having a portable storage space where he could put most ordinary items. Whether it was metal, plastic, or fiber, the symbiote could perfectly absorb and store them, and restore them when necessary.

Schiller thought that low-level criminals did bad things and caused destruction while harming others but not benefiting themselves. Slightly more sophisticated ones harmed others for their own benefit, doing bad things while seeking advantages.

But Schiller was different from them. His greatest skill was to reap immense benefits for himself while also doing some good deeds.

Who would want to be a bad person if they could be a good person? In Schiller's opinion, those who only harmed others for their own benefit were simply not smart enough.

Since he could choose to gain both fame and fortune without any moral condemnation, why wouldn't he do it?

What he had done this time not only led to the complete annihilation of the Red Crow Gang and heavy losses for the Maroney family but also undermined the trust between the gangs, the police, and the Gotham city government. Their first intimate cooperation ended in such a disastrous failure. No matter how stupid Sal was, he probably wouldn't cooperate with these council members and police anymore.

Moreover, given the current situation, the heavily damaged Sal didn't want to let these people off the hook. It didn't matter if he couldn't find the thief; he could extract more benefits from Victor.

Victor disappeared before his trial. No one knew where he went. Maroney no longer had time to worry about Gordon's position, so Gordon naturally became the leader of Gotham City Police Department's Field Operations Unit, finally gaining real authority.

The Principal of Gotham University, who was involved in this incident, also met with trouble. Since Batman didn't have private prisons yet, he threw the unconscious Principal back into his office after obtaining evidence. However, late that night, he was hit by a truck. Although he survived after emergency treatment at the hospital, he was left with a lifelong disability. His ambitions for climbing the ladder were likely ruined.

The situation in the East District gangs became more complicated. With the Red Crow Gang wiped out, the standoff was broken, but the Maroney family no longer had the strength to unify the East District.

Several small gangs joined forces, trying to take a piece of the pie from the tiger. Maroney, of course, would not allow his family's interests to be devoured.

Suddenly, the entire East District became a battlefield for gangs. After a series of mutually destructive exchanges, the Maroney family had to reach an agreement with the emerging gangs, and they temporarily agreed not to invade each other. However, this was already a huge loss for the Maroney family, and some of the small gangs in his territory began to disobey.

Jonathan was not thrown into prison in the end, because he did indeed have a mental illness. This was not the result of anyone bailing him out, but rather the authoritative conclusion reached by the attending physician of the psychiatry department at Arkham Mental Hospital.

Whether Jonathan was sent to Gotham Prison or Arkham Asylum was not important, because he was not yet Scarecrow and did not have the ability to escape from either place.

In addition, the Wayne family exposed the scoundrel who was the owner of the Wayne Chemical Plant. Batman gained some fame in Gotham for the first time. Miss Christine was rescued and suffered no substantial harm. Schiller also obtained a large amount of Fear Gas as a weapon.

The world where only the gangs and criminals were hurt was achieved.

Although the Gotham Principal, Chief Victor, and Maroney were not major figures in the Batman world's storyline, they were at best mere cannon fodder at the beginning of the story, which was why they all seemed somewhat foolish. However, Schiller knew that the curtain of the Batman world had not yet been raised, and the truly dangerous and insane criminals had not yet appeared on stage.

It was just that with his interference, Batman's growth had accelerated. Perhaps when he faced his old rivals, he would have a greater advantage.

With anticipation for the DC world, Schiller once again fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up, he had returned to the bustling New York.

However, unfortunately, the first guest he saw that morning was the person he least wanted to see.

"Please, have a seat, Miss Natasha. I won't bother with pleasantries."

Natasha, on the other hand, was wearing casual clothes, looking less like a female agent and more like a housewife out for a morning run. She had applied a little light makeup, making her look radiant. Her hair was not down but tied up, making her look nothing like Black Widow.

However, this was more in line with common sense. After all, if she appeared in Hell's Kitchen wearing a black tight leather suit with a gun and various tools on her waist, she would surely be met with ambushes and even rocket launchers.

Natasha took a sip of coffee and said, "Mr. Schiller, first, I want to apologize on behalf of Coulson. When we first wanted to contact you, it was entirely because you were Stark's psychological consultant, and we wanted to obtain more information about Stark's psychological problems. After all, you know how significant the impact would be if a large group like Stark Industries were to collapse."

"But now we are coming to you because we genuinely need your help, as we truly cannot find a better psychologist than you."

It had to be said that this female agent was incredibly versatile. She sat at the table in casual clothes, holding a cup of coffee, speaking eloquently. Combined with her beautiful face, it was difficult to harbor any ill feelings towards her.

It seemed that Black Widow was not only aggressive; she was indeed an excellent agent who adapted her style according to the situation.

Schiller said, "You don't need to beat around the bush. I know very well why I left Presbyterian Hospital, but you found nothing there, right?"

"The only thing that attracted me there is useless to you. I was only there to complete my research, but you got me fired because of some baseless wild guesses. We should settle this score properly."

"We're not clear on the personnel arrangements at Presbyterian Hospital, but we do have a better job offer here," Natasha said.

Then she took a document out of her bag and handed it to Schiller. Natasha said, "We are now formally inviting you, Mr. Schiller Rodriguez, to become a specially invited senior psychological consultant for the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, to provide psychological counseling services to one or more specific members of the Division."

Schiller said, "I'm sorry, I don't..."

"Just like you discussed with Mr. Stark, the compensation is one million US dollars per hour."

"Thank you, it's a pleasure working with you," Schiller said with a smile, extending his hand to shake Natasha's.

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