r18novel Chapter 33: Teacher, let's do something big instead.
Chapter 33: Teacher, let's do something big instead.
A short lunch break.
As Lucas swallowed the sandwich that Ms. Martha had carefully prepared, he pondered why Walter had chosen to talk to him alone.
He didn't think his chemistry test scores would earn him two compliments from that suspicious and arrogant Big White.
The rest...
Surely the other party isn't trying to recruit me into making heroin?
To be honest, that possibility does exist.
After all, that was Heisenberg's specialty.
However, this was completely outside of Lucas's considerations.
Putting aside the fact that he was all too aware of how tragically Heisenberg's death was.
Most importantly, this is the DC Universe, where superheroes are everywhere, so who would care about that one?
Can making money be any faster than directly robbing those capitalists?
...
The offices of the middle school teachers are located in the last room on the first floor of the administration building, while the principal's assistant office is located in the second-to-last room.
Lucas was already very adept at this.
As for Coach Walter
As the head coach of the school's junior and senior high school football teams, a legendary coach in the small town, and the creator of the Ravens...
The coach's office is located on one side of the rugby stadium, next to the field and locker room; it's not here.
Lucas parked at the door with practiced ease.
With his super hearing, he only heard a faint sound of papers being turned over and fingers tapping rapidly on the table.
Lucas pushed the door open and entered.
Sure enough, Heisenberg was the only one in the office at that moment.
There was a steaming glass of water in front of the other person, which seemed to contain goji berries.
"Mr. White, you wanted to see me?"
Lucas walked straight up to Heisenberg.
It wasn't until his voice rang out that Walter snapped out of his reverie.
"Why do you walk so quietly?" Walter asked, his eyes narrowing slightly, his expression suspicious.
For some reason, he never fully immerses himself in anything.
Even when deep in thought, one remains constantly aware of the outside world.
"Mr. White, you're joking. How can a person walk without making a sound?" Lucas laughed. "You must be too focused on your thoughts."
"Really?!" Walter was skeptical.
It might really be because I was too focused.
After all, this matter required him to think carefully.
His former student has become increasingly unruly and sentimental lately, clearly trying to break free from his control.
This infuriated him, making him unable to accept anything or anyone out of control, especially Jesse.
The other party would never understand that once his naivety and cowardice leave his protection, they will be easily crushed and doomed in this treacherous world, just like he used to be.
Therefore, Walter plans to recruit a new partner so that Jesse can understand who in this world is indispensable to whom.
He has no shortage of connections, but he lacks someone who is both obedient and has a certain professional foundation.
He saw the latter in Lucas.
Although the test questions were very simple, getting a single question right was no easy feat for this group of people who only knew how to chase girls and were purely driven by hormones.
But he couldn't be sure if this student named Lucas Kent would be a good, obedient partner and... a good subordinate.
Walter looked at Lucas with a somewhat complicated expression:
"I've looked at your steps in solving the problem. Your chemical thinking is quite good. Although chemistry is a subject that requires logical deduction and associative construction, it is different from pure numbers, which are cold, rigid, and have only one answer. It values the perception of the nature of matter and the control and prediction of reaction changes... So, do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Mr. White, please be frank. To be honest, I'm not good at riddles."
Lucas got straight to the point.
Upon hearing this, Heisenberg remained silent for a moment:
"Do you know methamphetamine? It's a chemically synthesized drug that's mainly used clinically to treat major depression, but you have to go through very strict checks to buy it."
In reality, users who want to buy it often don't have depression, so they can only buy it on the black market.
On the black market, this synthetic chemical can sell for $1379560 per pound, or $60 per gram, while the cost is less than a cent—it's outrageous profiteering!
At this point, Walter's bloodshot eyes, which clearly showed he hadn't had enough sleep, couldn't help but shine, and he said in a low, hoarse voice, word by word:
"I know better than anyone how to manufacture this chemical, and I also have access to the corresponding sales channels, but right now I need a partner, someone who can run errands for me. In return, I can pay you $5 per gram for running errands."
Having said that, Walter was convinced that the teenager should be able to understand the unspoken meaning behind his words.
Lucas was silent for a few seconds: "Professor White, aren't you afraid I'll report you?"
"Oh, you absolutely won't. I can see the savagery and disdain for rules hidden in your eyes... In fact, I knew from the first glance that you and I are the same kind of people."
Walter blew on the steam rising from the glass, smiled, and shook his head:
"Furthermore, without evidence, do you think the town's police detectives would believe you or me?"
He knows those FBL players too well.
"Okay, Mr. White, you win." Lucas raised his hand in a gesture of surrender.
"So, you agree? To be honest, five dollars for a delivery is enough to make you a fortune." Heisenberg looked confident of victory.
No one can resist the temptation of money.
"No, no, no, Professor White, I think you don't understand me at all. I have absolutely no interest in the kind of exorbitant profits you're talking about."
Lucas smiled and shook his head, then casually put his hand on Heisenberg's shoulder.
"Are you kidding me?" Walter was furious, glaring at Lucas and instinctively trying to stand up.
But the next moment,
Walter was shocked to discover that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the young man's grasp.
The hand that the other person casually placed on his shoulder possessed an irresistible force of restraint!
Like cold concrete poured with cement, it seemed that if he exerted any more force, his hands with distinct knuckles would crush his bones.
This sudden thought terrified Walter.
"Don't worry, Mr. White."
Lucas looked down at Heisenberg, his extremely calm face showing little change in emotion.
A teacher who easily loses their temper is not a qualified teacher!
"Besides, what era are we living in? Why bother with that? Professor White, why don't you broaden your thinking and pull off something big!"
Walter was stunned for a moment, clearly not realizing the unspoken switch in their roles, and almost instinctively asked, "What does 'doing a big job' mean?"
"It's very simple, do you know what this is?"
Lucas pulled a stone the size of a soybean from his pocket. It was a deep green color and resembled jade.
"This green stone comes from the distant outer space and contains unimaginable opportunities. If we can study it thoroughly, Dao Le will be within our grasp."
"A rock from outer space..."
Walter was a little dazed. He took a deep look at Lucas, then focused his gaze on the kryptonite in the other's hand that was emitting a ghostly green light, sensing that something was amiss.