So what more is there to say? Let's copy!
Plus, when Shiller needs to copy someone's work, he doesn't even need to notify the person being copied. Because Kingpin's nemesis, Daredevil Matt, has already thoroughly researched Kingpin, likely down to more detailed industry distribution information than even Kingpin possesses.
The excuse for borrowing homework from Matt is also very reasonable, the Little Spider has just made his debut and already upset Kingpin, so there's only one way to go now. Since Peter is just starting out, it makes sense he doesn't know how to gather intelligence, and Matt, as Little Spider's mentor, would be more than willing to help him.
Sure enough, this detailed industry plan down to the street-level store layout quickly swayed those in Miami. Not only that, but even in Brude Haven, not far from Gotham, some mobs started to stir.
Although this city is relatively small, its port location isn't great, and the mob doesn't have much going for it, but when the big bosses eat meat, they might at least let them drink some soup.
Meanwhile, Shiller used this industry plan to approach Bruce. After reading it, Bruce says, "Are you suggesting that I find a way to thwart this crime industry chain? Is this an exam?"
"... I think the breakthrough should be here... yes, this pier in Chicago. Given its geographic location, it's very important. It's the bull's eye of the target. If it were me, I'd target the industry here. Once there's a problem here, the other ports may be affected..."
Soon, Peter was looking at an operation plan, saying, "… Do we follow this? To attack Chicago's pier? Is there any special reason?"
"There's no special reason, but you have to trust in the wisdom of the person who drew up this plan."
A few days later, Matt slapped Peter's shoulders and said, "I didn't realize you were such a strategist. You pulled this off beautifully!"
"Kingpin's industries in the middle of the East Coast are almost paralyzed. I'm afraid it's going to take several months for them to recover. Come on, tell me, how did you come up with this brilliant idea?"
On the other hand, Shiller called Roy and said, "Do Chicago a favor, tell them to be careful of their port during construction. Don't cluster their industries too close together to avoid us getting implicated in their issues…"
A few days later, in the lab at Stark Building, Doctor Connors was tinkering with the lab equipment while listening to Shiller's story about Victor.
"Perhaps we're alike," he said, "We both work hard for others, maybe saving them is also a way of saving ourselves."
He paused his work, reflecting, "Or rather, it is the objective of saving others that has saved me countless times."
"There have been many times when I harbored dangerous thoughts. I understand clearly that had I sought revenge for my experiences, I would be capable of many things."
"But it's exactly because I felt tremendous pain from my experiences that I'm able to empathize so acutely."
In the cold light of the instruments, Connors' eyes look like the tumultuous sea. His reptile genes haven't completely faded and his eyes are still like those of a lizard, but now they reflect emotions that are distinctly different from those of cold-blooded animals.
"Maybe if it wasn't for my efforts to save her, I would have given up everything a long time ago." Still in the lab, Victor sat on the floor, leaning against the lab table, caressing the cryo chamber where his wife lay.
"The story you told me was shocking." He was frank, Victor said, "I believe there are many people in this world, just like my wife, who are troubled by this disease."
"Just like the story of your friend, a scientist who lost an arm, trying to heal all disabled people in the world."
"I think I now have a greater goal." Victor's voice penetrated the dim light of the laboratory, his eyes always filled with a certain emotion.
He said, "It sounds like a ridiculous goal, just as ridiculous as this world."
"I hope that one day, no person, no wife, no husband, will be troubled by this disease..."
He looked up at the cryo chamber and said, "I hope no one has to look at their loved ones through such heavy doors, but rather they can embrace and kiss them freely."
"I hope they don't have to go through the woeful story like mine." Connors said, using his lone hand to thumb through a book on the lab table, his voice beginning to take shape in the still laboratory.
"I'm grateful that after taking away a part of me, the world has left me with a genius brain."
"It took away my beloved, but at least it left me with wisdom..."
"If I have the ability to do something, being short of an arm can't stop me from changing the world."
"If I ever get the chance to reunite with her, I hope every family in this world has that same luck. If they don't, I would give it to them…"
As for Shiller, he was just standing in the midst of their stories, listening to all their changes in sentiment and emotional ups and downs.
It was as if two spaces had suddenly overlapped. Shiller saw, within the layers of overlapping spaces, Connors lifting his head, looking at Victor who was sitting in front of the lab table. The moment Victor turned his head to meet his gaze, numerous light spots shattered, time and space stood still.