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There's a reason why America's paid chat phone service is thriving to this day. This isn't the country the old man envisioned when he participated in the atomic bomb program, but what could he do? He could only leave his original research institution and become a physics teacher at a university.
His resistance was futile.
This is also the reason for their current downfall.
"Would you like to chat with me more?"
Regarding the elderly person's request.
A light laugh came from the other end of the phone.
"No need to pay~ I've learned a bit about you based on the questionnaire you filled out, so you'll have plenty of time to chat with me in the future~"
The customer service representative even knew that the elderly woman had about three more years to live, but she had received professional training and did not reveal this information. Little did the elderly teacher Robert know that at that moment, the so-called "customer service representative Xiao Nuan" on the other end of the phone was waving her goat hooves and using her tail to curl a pen and tick off items on the "premium customer" list.
Behind her, in the customer service center, hundreds of demons wore headphones and spoke the most tender words in the gentlest voices—the electronic screen on the wall scrolled through the service guidelines set by Ian.
[First tip: You can contact the customer's deceased relatives and do everything in your power to make each customer feel that you are their long-lost friend.]
Ian outsourced his customer service to the devils of hell. Of course, the customers were unaware of this; they only knew that they received high-quality customer service.
This is actually a win-win employment opportunity for the demons. Perhaps only Batman is hurt; in a dark monitoring room in Gotham, Batman is unhappy.
“These customer service representatives…” Bruce Wayne’s fingers tapped out an almost violent rhythm on the keyboard, his black cloak hanging down on either side of his wheelchair like a pair of broken wings.
The supercomputer in the Batcave hummed, and countless communication link analysis diagrams flickered on the holographic projection screen. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the communication path.
The terminal for all customer service calls is unknown.
Bruce frowned as his wheelchair rolled over the scattered batarangs on the ground.
“It’s impossible to be completely without a trace! Unless it really came from hell—” He wheeled himself back and forth in the bat cave, his voice muffled, his pupils flickering beneath his mask.
Alfred gracefully set down the tea tray.
"Young master, would you like to try the old-fashioned method?"
He pulled out an antique rotary dial telephone.
"Should we just ask that 'Uncle Ian'?"
The old butler was also making jokes.
After all, there's nothing more satisfying than knowing your best friend is doing well, even if it's hell. But isn't Gotham just another hell?
It's perfectly reasonable that his master is thriving in hell.
"Go ask him."
Bruce's knuckles turned white from clenching his fists, but he still chose to compromise. Of course, he wouldn't personally call Ian to ask how he managed to do it.
This requires a middleman.
Avoid things that keep you up at night.
The call was connected surprisingly quickly.
The old butler coughed lightly and repeated Bruce Wayne's doubts.
Get a response.
He considerately covered the microphone and whispered towards the wheelchair.
"What did that child ask you?"
Isn't this a modern version of burying one's head in the sand?
“Ask him how he established this connection with Hell.” Batman’s voice still had that bubbly quality, but there was a hint of helplessness in it. Alfred perfectly repeated the question, even retaining the original’s gritted teeth. Ian’s exaggerated gasp came from the other end of the phone.
He gave an answer.
The old butler's expression froze for a second.
His expression was very strange.
"What did that guy say?"
Batman couldn't help but ask a question.
The old butler hesitated for a moment before giving an answer.
He said, "Don't ask, the answer is—Wayne Technology."
The bat cave suddenly became eerily quiet.
Alfred witnessed the miracle of human body temperature firsthand—his young master turned tomato red from his neck to the tips of his ears at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the armrests of his wheelchair emitted a metallic groan of fatigue.
"Young...Young Master? Your gloves are smoking. Oh, no, Young Master, don't cry! You haven't cried in so long...Can I go get a camera?"
That day, Batman seemed to have returned to his youth, like a child. Inside the Batcave, Red Heat and psychic energy erupted simultaneously, causing chaos throughout the entire underground base.
Meanwhile, Ian was riding on the roof of a Hellcat, enjoying the metropolitan afternoon. The car drifted to a stop in front of the church; he had wanted to have a final conversation with God about the details.
however.
Something unexpected happened.
Ian saw his older brother Jonathan come out of the church.
Happy smiling.
He was still clutching a statue of God in his hand. Ian was also a man of extraordinary intelligence, so he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and, like his uncle Batman before him, was completely frozen in place.
"Oh! No!"
Ian's super brain was telling him.
Something terrible is happening!
Old Deng is a lazy bum!
I want to use a ready-made belt!
Chapter 168 Armored Hero! Shiva Comes Knocking!
The stained glass windows of the church reflected a magnificent halo in the setting sun, and Ian's Hellcat was parked in a roadside parking space, the deep roar of its engine sounding like some kind of uneasy restlessness.
Ian squinted, and with his super vision, he saw his older brother Jonathan walk out of the church from a great distance, holding something in his hand.
"Brother!" Ian opened the car door, but his voice was drowned out by a sudden chime. Jonathan seemed not to hear him at all, his head down, intently examining the object in his hands.
It was a small statue of God.
The size that can be inserted into a belt.
“My darling, this is a real treasure! The statue He gave me can actually unlock God’s Armor! I knew it, God really does respond to every devout believer,” Jonathan murmured to himself, his careful posture somewhat reminiscent of Gollum from Middle-earth—those who knew would understand that he was constantly stroking the statue.
Anyone who didn't know better would think he was holding the One Ring. Ian's superhuman hearing picked up on his older brother's murmur, and he increasingly felt that his intuition might not be wrong.
God wants to be lazy and uses his older brother Jonathan as a substitute for dating the goddess! This might be a great honor, but who knows how things will develop after the couple dances and reminisces about the past? If the couple walks around in their bedroom, will the child born be Jonathan's or God's?
This may be a philosophical question, but one thing is certain: if such a thing were to happen, the Kent family might have to raise a new child for God!
Not far away, the eldest brother Jonathan was very excited, completely unaware that every blessing had already been marked with a price in secret, and the young man was still unaware of what he would have to pay for it.
"Wait! Bro! Throw it away! Throw it away! You can't hold back!" Ian shouted, trying to rush over, but was blocked by a garbage truck that suddenly turned.
“Beep, beep, beep—!!!”
"Bang!!!"
"Are you fucking blind?!"
The entire street seemed to be working against him. The sparse traffic instantly became extremely congested. Taxis, trucks, private cars, and even an old-fashioned fire truck were all crammed together like madmen, their engines roaring, horns blaring, and sirens creating a sound barrier.
Jonathan didn't notice Ian and continued walking away. Because he was out of sight, Ian couldn't even teleport to his older brother's side.
Of course, even if the teleportation were successful, Ian might not be able to reach Jonathan's side, and might instead teleport to the Sahara Desert due to some kind of "skill malfunction".
Look, Ian was trying to climb over the car blocking his way, but just as he turned around, a truck loaded with drinks slammed on its brakes. The metal cargo box slammed open with a bang, and hundreds of cases of drinks tumbled to the ground. Broken bottles and small marbles from the bottles littered the ground, and even someone as skilled as Ian nearly slipped.
If there were no unseen force at play behind this, even if you took Ian's super brain out and put it in the refrigerator, he would never believe that he could almost fall flat on his face like this.
The clever Ian turned into the helpless Ian in the blink of an eye.
"Damn it!"
Ian covered his face, jumped back into Hellcat, and tried to make Hellcat fly around the obstacle. Hellcat's tires retracted, and ghostly blue flames shot out from both sides.
however.
The moment the vehicle took off.
The sky cracked.
A crimson crack stretched across the sky, as if the universe had been ripped open. Then, an enormous meteorite plummeted from the crack, and Ian's vision was suddenly filled with a blinding red light—in the blink of an eye, a massive meteorite, trailing a fiery tail, was hurtling down from the sky!
Yes, it was that exaggerated, without the slightest attempt to conceal it. Just as Ian was making an emergency landing, the meteorite mysteriously dissipated into starlight less than a hundred meters from the ground.
It looked like a holographic projection.
But the scorching heat was so real that it made Ian's eyelashes curl.
The strangest thing is not only the disappearance of the meteorite, but also that pedestrians on the ground continue to go about their business as usual. A mother pushing a stroller even walked through the phantom of the meteorite without noticing.
The moment Ian landed, the meteorite, along with the crack in the sky, vanished into thin air, the streets returned to normal, and even the traffic instantly became less congested.
People were completely unaware, as if everything the superpower had just done was merely his hallucination.
"Am I the only one who can see this?" Ian didn't know how many times he cursed in secret. When he looked back at the spot where Jonathan had been, it was empty.
The traffic and crowds gradually dispersed.
"Warp!" Ian gritted his teeth and activated his ability, the space distorting before his eyes. The next moment, he appeared at the corner where Jonathan had last stood, but all that remained were scattered pieces of paper.
Jonathan had vanished without a trace. The streets were deserted, not even a stray cat in sight. Only a newspaper article featuring a grinning old man floated past Ian's eyes.
"You're faster than I can teleport?" Ian ran around aimlessly in the alley, his super vision scanning the surrounding streets, even prying open all the manhole covers. However, he still couldn't find Jonathan, and even his super hearing couldn't hear Jonathan's breathing or mutterings.
Jonathan is not here.
No footprints, no breath, no information whatsoever. Even when Ian took out his phone to dial his brother's cell phone, he could only hear the message that his phone was out of service due to unpaid bills.
Even using the black box didn't work—it just goes to show that the little guy really can't beat the old guy. Ian was so angry that he couldn't hold back and cursed God for being unethical.
"I'm talking about a forty-year-old middle-aged man! An ordinary office worker! A middle-aged man... my brother's temperament isn't exactly pleasing!" Ian kicked a soda can on the side of the road in anger.