chsdbacks Chapter 39 is a psychopath, not a gay man.
Chapter 39 is a psychopath, not a gay man.
[Beep]
[Mission: Office or Arena?]
Something's not right, something's very wrong.
You realize this company might not be as simple as it seems. Even in Gotham, it's a bit too strange.
A boss who reveres the samurai spirit and a battered and bruised subordinate—this combination inevitably reminds you of obedience tests you've seen in the news before.
Barking like a dog, slapping each other, kneeling on the ground holding up signs with insulting words...
Wealthy people always like to seek out thrills and excitement, even to the point of spending money to enter war zones and indiscriminately shoot living people as prey.
You suspect that this company also has similar projects.
[Mission Objective: To bring punishment upon Siennis]
[Task Reward: US$10,000]
Simulated points × 20
Batman Skills Fragments: An Introduction to Disguise and Performance Art – A Small Mastery of Disguise and Performance Art (Even among like-minded people, it's difficult for anyone to see through your facade).
Batman Skill Fragment: Gun Skill Proficiency - Gun Skill Mastery (Congratulations, you are now proficient in over 90% of the world's firearms without a teacher)
People really do need to get out and about more; look, this has triggered another task.
Zheng En smiled helplessly. He had been worried that the number of tasks automatically distributed by the panel would be small, since the system wasn't a real game and he wouldn't have a level like a second-generation player.
If it's a game, you just need to follow the main storyline and gain experience step by step.
However, in reality, it's unclear what conditions are required to trigger the tasks posted on the panel.
Zheng En wanted to get more rewards and become stronger, but when no missions were triggered, he could only do his daily tasks.
Now that more tasks are being triggered, he has gradually figured out some patterns.
Missions like the previous ones, such as "Arkham Night" and "The Burning Arkham," are closely related to major events in Gotham. Even if he is not present, the panel will still provide him with the option to choose whether to participate.
The possibilities of "I can do more," "A butterfly triggers," and the current "Office or Arena" can only be triggered by his personal experience to a certain extent.
"I could do more" was because he was imprisoned in Arkham; "A butterfly's potential" was because he befriended and got to know Arnold; and "Office or arena" was because he realized the bloodshed hidden beneath the company's surface.
If he had been a little slow to realize that the problems at Seannis Investment Company were actually due to Gotham City, then this mission would probably have slipped through his fingers.
Zheng En mentally slapped herself hard.
I was so stupid, really. How many normal people can there be in a godforsaken place like Gotham?
Now that's bad. He just finished berating Siennis, how is he going to come in and gather intelligence again?
Zheng En regretted it after taking only a couple of steps. He turned around to look, only to suddenly see Siennis walking out of the room and standing at the door watching his back.
When he turned around, the other person revealed a meaningful smile.
Zheng En turned his head blankly, quickened his pace, and frantically chanted in his mind.
He's mentally ill, not gay; he's mentally ill, not gay; he's mentally ill, not gay...
Damn it, how come there are so many lunatics in this godforsaken place, Gotham? And they're all gay!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall the comic screenshots he had seen before.
What about the Joker interrogating Batman about whether he loves him, Batman asking Bane, "Am I boring you?", Red Hood sitting on Black Mask's lap... Well, maybe he knows why Gotham's villains are all so gay.
They're all family heirlooms!
Remembering that when he had just finished yelling at someone, Siennis was saying that he would change his mind, Zheng En knew that he had been overthinking it. The other party had clearly already clung to him!
When Zheng En got home, she turned on her computer and saw a notification that there were new unread emails.
Upon opening it, sure enough, it was sent by Ciennis Investment Company.
The other party adopted the tone of hiring a senior administrative clerk, promising a generous monthly salary and year-end bonus, as well as up to 52 days of paid leave per year, excluding statutory holidays.
Upon joining the company, employees are provided with additional major medical and personal safety insurance, and monthly housing allowances, living allowances, commuting allowances, and firearms purchase and maintenance allowances are distributed on time.
Employee benefits include, but are not limited to, premium memberships to close combat clubs and shooting clubs...
No, what's in it for him?
Zheng En immediately recognized that this was a bait to lure him into joining the company, but instead of being moved, he felt speechless.
It stated the time for his final interview; if he passed this interview, he could sign a contract and become an employee.
Time is tight, so we'll meet at midnight tonight.
Zheng En replied to the email with a simple "OK", then took out her phone and opened Gordon's contact information.
Yes, he didn't exchange contact information with Gordon, but he had a mentor, Batman.
When necessary, Batman never cares about other people's privacy.
Jung Eun briefly compiled the events of the day into a news report, focusing on the injuries on the employees of the Siennis Investment Company, the office equipment, and Siennis's rambling remarks.
He knew this information would never attract the attention of the GCPD. Gordon might be willing to investigate it seriously, but the other party was busy dealing with the Arkham bombing and might not have the time.
Zheng En sent the message directly to Gordon and Brock, the only two police officers he knew.
He had done everything he could, and now all he had to do was wait until midnight.
Since he had nothing better to do, he finished his daily tasks and went to wait at the Ciennis Investment Company, wandering around the office building, trying to find some other clues.
But Zheng En didn't expect that there would still be many people working inside at this hour. Even more unexpectedly, when he arrived at 11:30, there were already three or four people waiting outside.
Unlike him, most of those people looked restless. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that their suits didn't fit well; they were obviously bought from a ready-made clothing store and worn as a makeshift solution.
Despite their best efforts to dress neatly and cleanly, their expressions revealed their weariness from being on the go.
He looks like a programmer who's worked for ages and then got laid off at 35. He has elderly parents to support, young children to raise, and a mountain of car loans, mortgages, and tuition fees to pay. He's maxed out his bank cards and looks like he'll die if he doesn't find a job soon.
Gotham is truly terrifying in every sense of the word.
Jung Eun didn't know what their feelings were when they came here, but she could foresee what would happen tonight.
Whatever their expectations, those expectations are destined to be dashed.
At twelve o'clock, someone distributed black strips of cloth.