Victor looked atrocious, his awfully large dark circles almost covered half of his face. If you didn't hear him talk and judged only by his current state, you would think that Mr. Freeze had already awakened.
He said, "Don't forget, we also need to consider the preservation duration. The cargo ships at the second dock carry goods that urgently need to be stored in the warehouse. They must have an express line; otherwise, the goods might get damaged. The third dock also has delicate items that can't be moved at high speeds. When these vehicles join the central roundabout, it affects the overall speed..."
At this mont, the door was pushed open with a "bam". Roy, holding a gun, rushed in briskly and said, "How's the logistics system plan coming along? There are more than ten Big Bosses waiting for my news and their goods are all stranded at the dock. I can't hold on much longer!"
"We're currently calculating manually, have you ever seen quick manual calculations?"
"They can pay more, any amount! 100,000? 200,000? As long as you can get the results quickly, business waits for no one! Friends!"
Victor put down the materials in his hand and said, "Last night, I called a few old classmates. They are professors of mathematics, physics, and biology. You have to offer a satisfactory price for them to co here, you know, this city's reputation isn't too good..."
"Give their numbers, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
On the other side, as Roy ntioned, most of the leaders of the Twelve Families are gathered in a eting room, anxiously waiting for the handling results. Sitting in the main position is the head of the Spencer Family. He was holding a phone and said:
"The goods in warehouse 3 are damaged? Why? Weren't they cryogenically frozen perfectly?"
"The temperature detection device wasn't working normally? Then why didn't anyone check?...Can't read the scale? Damn it! You illiterates! That's my cargo worth tens of thousands of dollars!!!"
"The quality of the cryopreservation room is not good? So what should we do? Where's the expert we previously kidnapped... I an hired with a high salary? Tell him, we're doubling his promised salary! Ask him to figure out a solution as soon as possible! Never mind, let him take the call!"
"Who? Professor Fries? Who is that? Gotham University? No... I can't step foot there. That's Godfather's territory, is he under contract? Is he very impressive?"
"...What? Cryopreserved a living person? His wife? No...that's not important!"
"You're saying, he managed to cryogenic freeze a living person in the cold storage and she's still alive?!"
"Hah...oh no, I an, what a tragic love story. God bless this poor woman. I'm willing to donate for this, I'll invite him over tomorrow. you know, I too believe in love..."
anwhile, Shiller was sitting in the office of the Arkham ntal Hospital, with a long line in front of him. Without raising his head, Shiller yelled, "Next!"
A black man, with a face full of muscles, steps forward. The diagnosis sheet crumpled in his hand is smaller than his finger. He carefully hands the folded diagnosis to Shiller. After a glance, Shiller said: "Congenital infant paralysis? Which nonsensical student wrote this? Didn't I tell you to morize terms from textbooks?"
He looked at the black man and said, "Room 3 on the second floor," then swiftly made a few marks on the diagnosis, signed it, wrote out a prescription, and passed it back to the man. He then continued to shout, "Next!"
Then, Brand, dressed in a white coat, burst in and said, "We can't accept any more! We really can't take in any more patients! We've run out of rooms!"
"Let them squeeze in. There are still over 100 people here."
"Even if we squeeze them in, a room can't possibly fit 30 people!"
Shiller raises his head and thinks for a second, "Let them have dical bailouts. There must still be room in Gotham Prison, right?"
Brand was shocked, he said, "dical bail...what?"
"Most of them, are here for dical bailouts in the first place!"
"Then set up an infirmary in the prison. Send...send Bruce there, an intern is still a doctor, and he has experience. He can adapt this model there. If the hospital runs out of space, go to the prison, if the prison runs out of space, co to the hospital. Just like that."
After Shiller finished arranging the nurous patients, he returned to the Gotham University Office. That place has essentially turned into complete chaos now, with everyone with a university degree or higher being dragged in to assist with the calculations.
In this era without supercomputers, to manually calculate the perfect logistics route requires a massive and terrifying amount of computing. Victor and Anna, who were leading, were on the brink of madness.
Shiller, relying on his symbiont, also joined in. To ensure he wouldn't get stuck in traffic on his way to and from work, he was quite willing to put in so overti work.
But soon, Roy was back. Still holding a gun and a phone, he stord into the office and said, "Two of the city hall's three financial workers are exhausted, and one was buried by the sand transported by a dump truck, he's still being rescued. Who's coming with ? The financial reports are piling up into mountains!"
One of the local Gotham professors said, "Not anyone can do this job. Here in Gotham, although the mayor has a short lifespan, the finance officials don't fare much better. Everyone knows what they're in for..."
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