In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 958: Schiller’s “Escape” Journey (Part 2)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman
In the dark corridor, two pairs of glowing eyes suddenly lit up. Batman walked out of the darkness first, looking at the corridor ahead through the smoke and dust of the explosion, while the one who came out behind was a very The tall figure had to bend down to move forward in the passage about two meters high.
What first appeared in the light was a crocodile's mouth, followed by crocodile-like human limbs, and a huge tail. Batman turned to him and asked, "Vaylon, can you still smell?" Is it?"
The huge crocodile man lowered his head, shrugged his nose slightly, and then said in a very low voice: "They left along this passage, my sense of smell is not wrong..."
Afterwards, his protruding face wrinkled and looked more menacing, and he said, "It's too dry here, I don't like it very much."
"Dry?" Batman said with some doubts: "Are you sure? This is the location below Gotham's underground water vein, and there are extremely rich underground water reserves above it. No matter what, it shouldn't be dry, right? "
"This is the strange thing." When the crocodile man stepped forward, the passage was a little vibrated, he said: "I once lived in the sewers of Gotham, it was very humid and dark, I liked it very much, but It's the opposite here, I feel like I'm getting **** to death."
Batman narrowed his eyes, he walked forward with the crocodile man, and said as he walked, "Thanks to you, Waylon, otherwise, in such a dark and narrow environment, I really don't know how to locate The other party."
"You're welcome, Batman, you were the one who saved me when the warehouse was on fire. If it weren't for you, I might have been crushed to death a long time ago." The crocodile man glanced at his waist and abdomen, because of his powerful recovery ability , There was no scar left there, but he still remembered the feeling of being pressed under a heavy object and being burned by flames.
Back then, when Bruce visited the slums and became a warehouse manager, he worked with the killer crocodile in the warehouse. At that time, the warehouse suddenly caught fire, and he rescued the killer crocodile. Later, he went to the killer Crocodile once, heard his story.
Killer Crocodile was born with anti-ancestral genes, so he was ridiculed by his classmates and friends since he was a child. Later, because he couldn't get along in normal society, he had to come to Gotham.
Originally, he lived well in the sewers, but the Frozen Gotham incident made him almost trapped in the sewers. , you have to find a job first.
The vast majority of jobs cannot employ such a strange-looking employee as him. There are only porters who really work hard. Some deposits were made to allow him to spend the period of recuperating at home.
"We have to hurry up." Killer Crocodile said, "I only took half a day off, if I go back late, I may not be able to make dinner, the boss said, he will leave me a live chicken tonight... ..."
The sound of him swallowing saliva echoed in the dark passage, Batman quickened his pace, and continued to move forward in the direction pointed by Killer Crocodile.
On the other side, Schiller was taken to what the agents said was a larger stronghold, and he sat on the chair again.
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Seeing Laurenna who took out the rope, he shook his head and said: "I advise you, don't do such useless work, or you will waste time when you take me to transfer later."
"We won't take you away anymore." Scott who was standing next to him said, "We will stay here until the boss brings manpower to pick you up. Soon, you will Get on the plane to Washington, professor, you better pray that the people in Washington have a good temper like me, otherwise..."
He snorted coldly, and the threat was beyond words, but Schiller didn't pay attention to him. He looked at the structure of the entire stronghold and found that it was indeed a larger and more complete stronghold.
The specific performance is that there are a total of seven large passages here, leading to different directions. There are sufficient lighting equipment, which makes the light here much brighter than other small rooms. More importantly, each intersection has defenses. Fortifications, many ammunition boxes are stacked in the deepest part of the room.
The agents who have just arrived here are changing their equipment. Originally, they were carrying out **** missions with only one pistol and two long guns in the car. However, there are not only various types of rifles, but also rocket launchers and grenades. Such a sufficient amount of ammunition is enough to fight a small war.
However, Schiller's eyes were still looking straight at the three passages in front of him. He hesitated, and then said: "Don't tell me, the roadblocks you put in front of the passages are so-called fortifications." ?”
Following Schiller's gaze, the three passages in front of him are the largest three passages. Before each passage, there are explosion-proof roadblocks and coils. Scott shook his head and said, "You don't have to use this method to , blow our confidence, professor, we all know that you are a famous psychologist, and you know all kinds of psychological tactics like the back of your hand.”
"During the initial attack, you deliberately reminded us to escape in advance, and even made a plan for us to break up, showing an attitude that you were on our side to relax our vigilance."
"You keep emphasizing your weakness, and even asked me to give you twice as much sedative. You are giving us the illusion that you can't use force to resist, and you don't have physical strength to escape."
"But in fact, I've seen the reaction of overdose users of sedative drugs. They will lose almost all logical thinking, and they can hardly move in drowsiness and stagnation, unlike you now, who are free to come Taunt us."
"After creating the illusion that you are on the side with us and that you are very weak, you start to use various words to fabricate a powerful image of the enemy, as if he is the hunter and we are the ones. Prey, trying to put pressure on us."
Scott shook his head and said: "But obviously, the situation is just the opposite. His first two sneak attacks not only did not hurt any of us, but also exposed his own position and way of thinking."
"The initial strategic shift we made was not to run away. In fact, if it is not necessary to ensure your safety, we don't need to run at all."
"After the so-called aftermath, you started to point fingers at more things. If you were an ordinary person, you must have fallen into your trap now, thinking that you are just a harmless counselor who can solve the current crisis. Relying on and trusting in you, we can escape from here.”
"But in fact, all the illusions and assumptions are just traps created by you. Among the prisoners we arrested, this trick has been used countless times."
Scott walked up to Schiller and said, "I don't like dealing with certain high-intelligence criminals, because everything they do and every word they say is to give me Set a trap..."
Unexpectedly, Schiller picked up his words skillfully, and said in a voice that seemed to be dreaming: "And you know, the best way to deal with them, other than ignoring them, is to Use violence to shut them up."
Scott stopped waving his fist in the air, and Schiller raised his head and lowered his eyes, only looking at him through the gap between his eyelashes, and then showed a successful smile and said:
"How do you know that the purpose of setting up this series of traps is to escape, not to die here?"
Schiller closed his eyes, and his voice became lower: "You know that I am a famous psychologist, even if you give me enough sedative drugs, I still have a way to hypnotize myself, To reduce the heart rate to a limit state."
"At this time, if I am violently stimulated, I may go into shock directly. I am sure that you have no conditions to rescue me." Schiller let out a deep laugh on the edge of half-dream, Then say:
"Do you want to try and keep punching? Give me a punch, make me scream, and then go bet that the heart rate monitor on my wrist will forgive you for such rude behavior?"
Scott punched his eyes, clenched and loosened his fists in the air, and finally, he waved his hands and lowered his arms.
He bent down with his hands on his knees, put his head close to Schiller's eyes, looked into his eyes and said:
"Professor, even among the vicious and cunning criminals I have seen, you are the one that surprised me the most."
"But I have to remind you that such rhetoric will be useless in Washington, where medical conditions are perfect."
"Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Agent." Schiller lowered his head again, as if falling asleep, and murmured, "I also want to remind you that your fist is stronger than my words. It loses its effect early."
"Boom! Boom! Boom!
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"Invasion! Intrusion!
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"Swoosh! Bang! Boom!"
"Oh! What is that?! God! Monster! There are monsters!
Help!
! There's a crocodile monster rushing in!
! "
Scott turned his head in an instant, and he saw that a huge figure jumped out of the most central passage of the three passages. Was trampled flat.
Looking at the light in the room, Scott saw that it was a huge half-human, half-crocodile monster. The ordinary pistol bullets hit his crocodile-like armor, leaving only a series of sparks. The female agent Laurenna who raised her gun to shoot was directly swept away by the huge tail.
And followed by a black shadow, although he is not as strong and tall as this crocodile monster, but he is more deadly.
Any agent who meets him will be brought down in almost one round. Scott saw a series of lightning flashes from his pitch-black armor. Got stunned.
The rushing posture of the two was so fast that the remaining agents did not have time to equip powerful automatic weapons. Seeing them rushing straight towards Schiller, Scott subconsciously pulled out the saber from his waist and resisted. on Schiller's neck.
In an instant, the black shadow stopped moving, and Scott narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "No matter who you are, I know what your target is, put down the gun and ask your companions to stop, otherwise, I killed him immediately."
Scott's hand strangled Schiller's neck, and the tip of the knife was on his Adam's apple, but because of this, he could feel a weak voice coming from Schiller's vocal cords: "He didn't bring a gun, So there is no way to put the gun down."
"Shut up!" Scott whispered through gritted teeth.
"Put the knife away." Batman's face sank, and Schiller, who was strangled by Scott, was more embarrassed than he imagined.
The buttons of the suit have been completely undone, the knot of the tie has been untied, and it is just hanging around the neck. Look, he must have been overdosed with sedatives.
"You violated the Geneva Convention, let him go immediately." Batman walked forward slowly with firm steps, which put a lot of pressure on Scott.
Scott really hesitated for a while. He didn't expect that this strange man on the opposite side would go straight to the point. If Schiller accused them of mistreating the prisoners in court, it might be another lawsuit.
Who knows if there is a video recording device on the opposite side? If this weirdo and Schiller are in the same group, at that time, in court, this video will be brought out to say that they have been tortured, which will definitely hinder the trial.
But at this time, Schiller's weak voice came again: "You ask him, what identity is he using to prevent the regular law enforcement of the FBI?"
Scott froze for a moment, he opened his mouth, and almost babbled Schiller's question, but then, he reacted, and didn't know what to say.
He thought about it and didn't think there was anything wrong with Schiller's words, because it really hit the point.
If Batman is going to oversee the FBI's law enforcement, he has to do it in an open, legal capacity as a citizen, and neither he nor the crocodile man next to him are obviously in that capacity at the moment , so questioning identity is the best option.
"The FBI's law enforcement is completely reasonable and compliant, with official approval documents and arrest warrants. We fully accept the reasonable supervision of any American citizen, but are you an official citizen of the United States?"
Batman paused, then narrowed his eyes, he thought, it seems, this time, he hit a hard spot.
"You should have found out that the scary monster chasing you is not something I made up." Schiller kept his head down, so Batman didn't notice it at all. Even though his whole body was still, his mouth was still moving.
Scott was a little hesitant, but he did find out that what Schiller said was true, and the other side didn't look like ordinary people at all, and they weren't something **** agents who were not specialized in combat could deal with~IndoMTL .com~ Don't try to defeat him with speech skills, and don't think that you can force him to prepare tools for you to escape. The only way now is to hold him for a few seconds, and then you take me away directly. "
Looking at the terrifying crocodile monster and grinning at the fallen agent next to him, Scott's hands trembled, and he asked in a low voice, "How do you hold him back?"
Schiller replied: "I saw that besides the grenade, there are smoke bombs in the place where the ammunition is piled behind you. That is your only hope to take me out of here."
"Now I want to teach you how to prevent the opponent from attacking you. This will buy us at least 30 seconds, enough time for you to retrieve the smoke bomb and create enough smoke for us to leave."
Scott grabbed Schiller's neck, gritted his teeth and said, "You better have this method. You should know that if the **** mission is likely to fail completely, we have the right to kill the **** directly."
At this time, Batman had almost reached in front of the two of them. He knew that he only needed to take two more steps to reach the proper position for violent rescue.
At this time, Schiller, who lowered his head, still whispered in that vague way:
"I know, I know...you always want to find a weakness in me, but you have never succeeded, so before that, I didn't use such despicable means..."
"You asked for it, Batman."
Then, Schiller tilted his head slightly, exposing the side of his neck, whispering like a devil with a smile, and rang in Scott's ear:
"See that scar on the side of my neck? Aim there and give me a knife."
"The farther the blood splatters, the safer you are."