Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 4519 - 3603: Edge of Tomorrow (12)

"Besides the Cheerleading Squad, the football team has also experienced this. Students insist Brainiac's tactics are better for them, and several coaches are at their wit's end. Fortunately, most students haven't returned to campus yet, or it would be even more problematic."

Harley's eyebrows furrowed deeply. She thought it was like the past rap culture craze, where some chased the trend while others didn't care. The trend-chasers would band together to promote it, calling those indifferent 'out-of-touch'.

But unexpectedly, it had reached the level of forming an association, and they were uniting to exclude others, appearing particularly fanatical.

During the rap culture craze, they did form a rap club, but most people were just having fun and never heard of anyone using a car to hit each other over diss tracks.

Although she had a bad premonition, Harley wasn't in a hurry to seek revenge. After saying goodbye to Christine, she went about her own business. When she returned to the dorm that night, she found a letter posted on her door:

"Dear Miss Harley Quinzel:

We apologize for what happened tonight, but please believe that Brainiac is the best choice for the human race. We cordially invite you to join the Brainiac Support Association and help us create a better tomorrow together."

"Sounds like a house cleaning company?"

Harley muttered. Just as she was about to enter, her roommate from across the hall came over mysteriously, "Did you receive that letter too? Are you thinking of joining? I think we could register together..."

"Forget it, I'm not interested."

Harley went to rest for the night. When she got up the next morning, she found graffiti sprayed on her dorm room door. The paint marks extended all the way to her opposite roommate's door.

The roommate came out, smoothing her hair, "Don't blame me. They said if I wanted to join, I'd have to do it. You clean it up yourself."

With that, she walked away. Harley watched her leave thoughtfully.

As of now, this "Brainiac Support Association" matched the definition of a heretical organization all too well. She had spent a lot of money to form a villain organization, and now it seemed it could finally be useful.

"There's a question," Jack raised a finger, "since we're a villain organization, why are we against heresies?"

"Precisely because we're villains, we must retaliate," Harley slammed the table, "they dared to try to hit me with a car, of course, they'll pay for that!"

Jack nodded, "You're the boss, you decide."

"I don't recommend we go on a killing spree on campus," Shiller said, "the football game has already been postponed once. If a murder occurs this time, the games might not happen this year."

"I didn't intend to kill them all," Harley said, "we need to figure out who actually organized this support association and see if Brainiac truly has a hand in it. We have to think of a way to dismantle them, and if all else fails, then remove them."

"Brainiac is certainly involved," Cobblepot said, "you said the car that tried to hit you was driverless. If it wasn't Brainiac, who else could have been?"

"It was a user-issued command, I only acted on their wishes," Harley's phone suddenly spoke from the table.

"Be quiet." Harley flipped the phone over.

Everyone else looked at her with peculiar gazes. Feeling a bit embarrassed and angry, Harley blurted, "What are you looking at? Didn't you all use it too?!"

"Alright, I admit I used it," Pamela said, "it's quite useful for recording plant characteristics."

"I used it too," Harvey said, "its ability to draft and organize legal complaints surpasses any intern."

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Others also admitted to it. Harley looked at Shiller, who said, "Be open-minded, I let it review Bruce's papers, it seemed like his server was about to overheat."

Harley finally laughed. Jack, looking at Harley's phone, said, "Doesn't that mean all our plans here will be reported to the support association?"

"No, it won't," Harley said, "there's no need."

"We're all users of it and the support association, who's superior, who's inferior?"

"There are people in the support group who praise him and help him spread his influence."

"But those people are just a bunch of students. No matter how loudly they shout, they're not as powerful as us. Winning our support is more important, isn't it?"

The phone vibrated twice, as if nodding.

"Moreover, since he claims to be a super artificial intelligence and wants to provide a fair living environment for the human race, naturally he wouldn't take sides. They were the ones who first threatened my safety, so I'm justified in retaliating, right?"

The phone vibrated twice again, seeming to affirm Harley's point.

"That's right." Harley snapped her fingers and said, "As the organizer of the Alliance, I'll issue the first task to help the team get accustomed. The planning group will first devise the plan, then the operations group will execute, and finally the logistics group will wrap up."

"That's simple enough," Cobblepot said, "Pamela and Harley, you two are university students, find a way to locate the base of this organization, figure out how many people they have, who's leading, and their backgrounds."

"Once you figure that out, gather their evidence of crimes, take out the leader first, and leave the rest to the police, it should be fine."

The others agreed with this plan, discussed the specifics a bit more, and then dispersed.

"Now you know why I joined the logistics group," Shiller said as he left with Victor, "We probably won't be needed until a week later."

"I think you're being too optimistic," Victor said, "In Gotham, things never unfold as you expect."

Sure enough, that very night, Shiller received a call from Harley.

"What's up?"

"Professor, I think you'd better come over," Harley breathed heavily, but it sounded more like she just finished exercising than being in fear.

"Where are you?"

"In the rehearsal room of the rock band at the activity building. By the way, bring tools."

"Bring what?"

"Cleaning tools."

Shiller immediately guessed something had happened. He hurriedly called Victor and said, "Did you previously develop a bloodstain cleaning agent? And cleaning robot? Yes, bring them all. We'll meet at the rock band's rehearsal room."

When Shiller arrived, Victor was already there with the cleaning tools at the entrance. As Shiller stepped inside, he was shocked —

Large patches of blood covered the floor, with one streak reaching the ceiling. A male corpse lay by the window, splatters even marked the exterior wall of the activity building.

"What happened?" Shiller asked Harley, "Are you okay?"

Harley shook her head and flicked her hand. She was covered in blood on one side, seeming to have tried washing in the restroom but with poor results.

"When this guy invited me over, I really didn't expect him to dare do this," Harley twisted a towel and wiped the blood off her arms and hands. "He attempted to assault me, so I took him down."

Shiller approached and turned over the male corpse. He had seen the rock band's performance, and the guy looked familiar, most likely the bassist.

"I'm asking, how did it get so bloody?"

Harley sighed and said, "I wanted a quick kill, but he dodged, and I stabbed off-target. He ran out of the restroom, resulting in this."

"Looks like Gotham's peaceful days have made you rusty," Shiller teased, "At least compared to your counterpart, he didn't get his bones broken all over."

"I have no interest in wasting time on him," Harley said coldly, "The so-called super artificial intelligence gave them an illusion, making them think with useful tools, anyone can act wantonly. What stupidity."

"Enough about this, you should go rest; leave this to us."

Just as Shiller finished speaking, he heard rapid footsteps. Before he could close the door, a figure rushed in —

"Oh, God... Ahhhhhhhh!"

Shiller picked up a guitar nearby and swung it at the back of the girl's neck. With a "bang," the screams abruptly stopped.

Harley walked over, turned the person over, and said, "Our band's lead singer, a stupid girl with no opinion."

"What do you plan to do?"

"I'll send her back and threaten her to keep quiet. She won't have the guts to speak out," Harley said.

"You're the boss, whatever you say goes," Shiller also remarked.

After Harley left with the lead singer, Shiller went over to the cleaning tools Victor brought and said, "You're right. In Gotham, things never unfold as you plan."

"Looks like we'll be busy tonight," Victor said, glancing at the chaotic rehearsal room with a headache, "I checked the schedule; they're coming to rehearse in the morning. We need to clean up everything before dawn."

"High pay doesn't come easy," Shiller said, taking off his suit jacket, "Let's not waste any more time; let's get started."