Chapter 3566 The Edge of Tomorrow (Twelve)

"Oh! You are the drama... what's the name... The heroine of "Coffee Shop and A Kiss"?!" Harley knocked her head and said, "Why are you here in our school?"

"I graduated from this school. I remember I mentioned it in the interview. Now I am an assistant teacher in the Chelai and Dance Company. I just finished class and was about to go home..."

Halle looked back. The Gotham University stadium is not far from the event building, and this road is indeed a must-pass way to leave school from the gymnasium.

"Why did that car hit you just now?" Christine asked in confusion.

Harley wanted to say it, but she couldn't understand it for a while. She didn't expect any teacher to avenge her, so she wanted to fool her.

But Christine has also seen big scenes, but she is not that easy to fool. She said: "If the car hits you just now, it will be a murder. Since I see it, I can't ignore it. Let's call the police first."

Harley didn't want to deal with the police at all, so she had to simplify it, but she didn't expect Christine's brows to become even tighter.

"Today is not the day for the troupe to rehearse in a concentrated manner. Do you know why I came to school?"

Without Harley's answer, Christine asked and answered: "There were two members in the dance troupe that had a conflict, and the situation escalated, and finally turned into a group of people who were isolated and bullying. The coach called me over to help her solve the problem."

"I asked the victim and found out that because she was unwilling to use the electronic dance music edited by Breniak, she thought it might have violated the copyright of the electronic music producers, so they joined forces to bully her."

"The bully's leader claimed to be involved in an organization called the Brenniak Support Association. This organization claims to be the pioneer of the New World and takes it as its mission to expand Brenniak's influence. All those who do not obey their arrangements are called "fools" by them, and they will unite to exclude him."

"In addition to the cheerleading troupe, this happened to the rugby team. The students insisted that the tactics formulated by Breniak were better for them, and several coaches were in a state of turmoil. Fortunately, most of the students have not returned to school yet, otherwise it would be even more troublesome."

Harley's eyebrows flipped together. She thought it was like the previous rap culture, and there were always people chasing trends, while others didn't care. Those who pursued trends thought they were fashionable, so they joined forces to promote them, and even called those who didn't care about such things "diplomatic hats".

But unexpectedly, they had reached the level of association, and they had joined forces to exclude others, and seemed particularly crazy.

When rap culture was popular, a rap club was indeed formed, but most people were entertaining themselves. I have never heard of dissipating two people and hitting each other with cars.

Although there was some bad premonition, Harley was not in a hurry to take revenge. She said goodbye to Christine and went to do her own thing first. When she returned to the dormitory in the evening, she found a letter posted on her door:

“Dear Miss Harley Quizel:

We are sorry for what happened tonight, but please believe that Breniak is the best choice for mankind. We sincerely invite you to join Breniak Support Association and create a better tomorrow with us."

"How come it looks like a housekeeping company?"

Harley muttered. She was about to push the door and go in, but the roommate at the opposite door walked over mysteriously and said, "Did you receive that letter too? Are you going to join? I think we two can sign up together..."

"Forget it, I'm not interested."

Harley went back to her room for a night to rest. When she woke up in the morning, she found that there were graffiti sprays on the door of her dormitory. The traces of paint continued to spread to the door of her roommate opposite her.

The roommate walked out, closed his hair and said, "You can't blame me. They said that if I want to join, I have to do this, just wipe it yourself."

After saying that, she left. Harley looked at her back and thoughtfully.

So far, this "Breniak Support Association" has been very consistent with the definition of a cult. She has spent a lot of money to form a bad guy organization, isn't this useful?

"There's a problem," Jack stretched out a finger and said, "Since we are villains, why should we oppose the cult?"

"Because we are villains, we will revenge." Harley slapped the table and said, "They actually wanted to hit me with a car, so of course they had to give them some color!"

Jack nodded: "You are the boss, you have the final say."

"I don't recommend that we start a massacre in school," Schiller said. "The rugby game has been postponed once. If there is another murder this time, I'm afraid that the game will not be able to play this year."

"I don't plan to kill them all," said Halle. "We have to figure out who formed this support meeting and whether Brenniak is really involved. We have to find a way to dismantle them, and kill them if they really can't solve it."

"Breniak must have been involved," Copper said. "You said yourself, the car that hit you was driverless. If it weren't for Breniak, who else could it be?"

"It was the instruction sent to me by the user, and I just did what they wanted." Harley's phone on the table suddenly spoke out.

"Shut up." Harley locked her phone.

The others looked at her with strange eyes. Harley said in a angrily manner: "What do you think of me? Are you useless?!"

"Well, I admit I used it," said Pamela. "It's very useful to use it to record the properties of plants."

"I used it, too," said Harvey. "He is much better at writing and organizing complaints than interns."

Everyone else admitted it. Halle looked at Schiller, who said, "I thought it was easy. I showed him Bruce's paper, and I felt that his server was about to smoke."

Halle finally laughed. Jack looked at Halle's cell phone and said, "Will he tell the support to support us all the plans we planned here?"

"No," said Halle, "there is no need."

"We and the people in the support club are all his users. Which user is noble and which user is low-key?"

"The people who support the association can praise him and help him spread his influence."

"But those people are students. No matter how loud they scream, they are not as good as us. It is more important to win our support, isn't it?"

The phone vibrated twice, as if it was nodding.

"And since he claims to be super artificial intelligence and says he wants to give humans a fair living environment, he will naturally not be too far-fetched. They will take action to threaten my life safety first, so I can naturally take revenge, right?"

The phone vibrated twice, as if it was still confirming Harley's point of view.

"That's right." Harley snapped her fingers and said, "As the organizer of the alliance, I will first release the first task to run-in the team. The command team will first make plans, and then the combat team will go to the execution, and finally the logistics team will finish."

"It's simple," Copper said. "Pamela and Halle, both of you are college students. Find a way to find the base of this organization, figure out how many people they have, who are leading, and what background they have."

"After you figure it out, collect their evidence of guilt, kill the leader first, and hand over the remaining people to the police. It should be fine."

Others also agreed with this plan, discussed the specific details for a while, and then it broke up.

"Now you know why I joined the logistics team." Schiller said as he left with Victor, "I'm afraid it will take a week to use us."

"I think you're a little too optimistic," Victor said. "In Gotham, things will never go as you expected."

Sure enough, Schiller received a call from Halle that night.

"What's wrong?"

"Professor, I'm afraid you have to come." Harley gasped slightly, but it didn't sound like she was frightened, but it seemed like she had just finished her exercise.

"Where are you?"

"In the rehearsal classroom of the Rock Club on the Event Building. By the way, bring the tools."

“What do you bring?”

“Cleaning tools.”

Schiller immediately guessed what was going on. He quickly called Victor and said, "Have you ever made a detergent to clean up blood before? And a cleaning robot? Yes, take it all. See you in the Rock Club rehearsal classroom."

When Schiller arrived, Victor had arrived and the cleaning tools were placed at the door. Schiller was shocked as soon as he stepped into the door-
Chapter completed!