The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2296 Gotham Music Chapter (35)

Chapter 2296 Gotham Music Festival (Thirty-Five)

"Call me Black Canary." The girl said, "It's very simple. I got into trouble with drug dealers and they wanted to kidnap me. Oliver saved me and I owe him my life, so I have to help him."

Schiller leaned against the wall with his head down, seeming to be trying to breathe. Black Canary finally couldn't help it, and she said, "There should be a medical room on the ship. Are you really not going to take a look? You look...you look like you're about to die."

"Excuse me, miss, but believe me, you can't just stab Amanda with a knife, because it won't have any effect. The people on the boat are all hers."

Black Canary pursed her lips and said, "I know what happened. They set a trap for Oliver in Mexico, causing a misunderstanding between him and his long-time partner. I witnessed almost the entire process, but by the time I wanted to help, it was too late."

"In fact, I met him too late and didn't understand what was going on, otherwise I would definitely be able to help. To make up for it, I followed him all the way back to Gotham."

"He disagreed."

"Yeah, because of his damn chauvinism, he thinks this is dangerous and I should stay in a safe place and wait for him to figure it out, even if he can't."

Black Canary realized that she was a little too emotional, so she took a deep breath and said, "Okay, this is a matter between the two of us, let's not talk about it for now. I really don't want to kill that woman, I just want to distract her attention. I have to let Oliver win."

"I know this seems reckless and impulsive to you, but you don't understand what Oliver is facing. He can't afford to lose, not even one round."

"Oliver is under enough pressure right now. If he loses another game, no one knows whether he will fall into the abyss. He is a human, not a god."

Black Canary turned her face away with a sad expression on her face, and said meaningfully: "Too many people don't realize this, and I have no choice but to do it here. Even if it's risky, I have to do it."

"That's admirable, but it doesn't work for Amanda."

Black Canary pursed her lips and said, "I'm not sure you can sustain our conversation in your current state. Do you really not need to take a rest? If you are really Oliver's friend, you should know that if something happens to you, he will really..."

"I'm fine," Schiller said, wiping his mouth with the heel of his hand. "I have a mental illness that is exacerbated by physical pain. I need medication to stay awake, but the medication makes me confused."

"When the two are in balance, I can control myself, but there is not much time like this. I will hurry and tell you everything."

Schiller pulled out his aerosol, Black Canary took a look, and Schiller leaned against the wall, straightened his body and said.

"Amanda Waller, a celebrity in the FBI. I can probably imagine what kind of scheme they have set up in Mexico. It's nothing more than putting Oliver in a dilemma. Between career and comrades, no matter what choice he makes, it's not right."

Black Canary's eyes widened slightly, but Schiller said before she could ask, "I used to work for them, and I know what they would do. This is not a new trick, but it is surprisingly effective."

"What I want to tell you is that they have plenty of time to prepare. Once Oliver is forced to leave, there is no possibility of returning. Any resistance will only backfire."

"Inviting Amanda to board the cruise ship was Oliver's way out, but Amanda also had time to prepare for a counterattack. She brought enough people with her. You can't kill them all alone."

"But, Amanda isn't the owner of the Atlantis, right? How did her people get here?"

"How did you get here?"

"I knocked out a guy who was about my size... Well, they're a secret service organization, they can always find the right people. How many people do they have?"

"Not all of them, but not a few either." Schiller closed his eyes and said, "There are their people on the first and second floors. They have already set their sights on you."

The last sentence made Black Canary visibly panic, and Schiller noticed this because after the effects of the drugs gradually wore off, his vision began to waver again and he could begin to hear the fledgling girl's eagle-like cry.

"Drop the weapons," Schiller said.

"No, I can not……"

"You know you don't need this."

Black Canary froze in place, then became even more flustered, but in a different kind of panic. She looked at Schiller and asked tentatively, "...Did Oliver mention me to you?"

"Just think of it like that. Hurry up, they will be in soon."

Black Canary immediately broke the blade in her hand into two pieces and flushed it down the toilet. She then adjusted the position of the bandage on Schiller, untied it and took it to Raffley to throw it into the trash can.

"Where should I find you?"

“There are corresponding patterns on the guest room doors.”

Black Canary didn't say anything more and turned to leave. When she left the bathroom, she happened to pass by a man. She saw the man glance at her, but it was not the usual teasing look when seeing a woman coming out of the men's room.

Schiller soon left the bathroom and returned to the crowd, and after this episode, most of the games were over, including Oliver's.

Oliver lost, obviously, and he lost in the same way as Roman. The 10 cards he drew were all big cards, but they couldn't make a straight flush. Amanda took almost all the spades. Although she didn't make a straight flush, she made a flush, which was still bigger than Oliver's straight.

Oliver's behavior was exactly the same as Roman's, shock, madness, panic, fear, and a strong sense of unwillingness that was almost written all over his face.

Schiller did not continue to pay attention to the situation at this table. He knew that Black Canary was a smart man. As long as he had a little understanding of the current situation, he would not act rashly.

Schiller returned to the area where the Octopus Group was. The last game here had just ended, and it was also the last game of this game. After the winner was announced, the round table rose again. Schiller seemed to be relieved. He supported his hands on the round table and adjusted his breathing frequency with some effort.

In front of the glass of the VIP room, Stark, who was holding Natasha, stared at Schiller and said, "Why is he running around here?"

Obviously, both of them recognized Schiller, but neither of them understood what Schiller was doing wandering among the crowd.

Natasha shook her head and said, "This is very different from the Dr. Schiller we know, so I don't know either."

Stark glanced back slightly, then said, "Then proceed as planned. Go ahead."

Natasha nodded, turned and walked towards the door the waiter came from. After a while, she brought the drinks and distributed them again. When she passed by Stark, she gestured to him.

Soon Stark stood up and walked towards the bathroom. After arriving at the bathroom, he opened the bathroom window, activated his new battle suit and flew out, but flew into the window next door at the fastest speed.

This is a passage dedicated to employees. Obviously, a cruise ship that can accommodate thousands of people must have an employee passage that runs through several floors to facilitate employees to go to various places for service. At the same time, the employee passage will also lead to various important facilities on the ship, which is Stark's destination.

When Natasha passed by the bathroom, she looked inside and found that there was no one there. She knew that Stark had succeeded. She turned around to collect the tableware in the VIP room, but found that the back of her hand was touched again.

Natasha turned her head and saw a pair of dark brown eyes, young, strong and slightly gentle.

Natasha licked her lips, and without waiting for anyone to reach out to hug her, she sat down smoothly on the other person's thighs, pressed her shoulders directly against the other person's chest, and kicked the other person's ankle wrapped in suit socks with her toes.

Now it was the opponent's turn to be stiff. It was no other reason. Why are you so skilled?

Natasha looked at him with eyes full of smiles, raised her head to expose her neck, put her lips on the other's earlobe and said, "The way of hooking up is too old-fashioned, boy."

The two of them quickly stood up and walked towards the bathroom, leaving the other people in the VIP room stunned.

As soon as they arrived at the place, Natasha took off the other person's mask. Sure enough, the familiar Batman was the young Batman he had met in the fighting world game before.

Just as Beibat was about to open his mouth to speak, Natasha started to unbutton his suit. By the time he reacted and wanted to press the buttons with his hands, three buttons of his shirt had been undone.

"Wait a minute!" He raised his voice and shouted, "What are you doing?! Let me go first!"

"What am I doing?" Natasha said, as if she was a little amused. "Didn't I tell you what I was going to do?"

"Hey, wait, now's not the time for that! Don't you realize that…"

"I found you!"

"This ship isn't functioning properly, and just now... don't take off my pants! Let go!"

After a fight with Natasha, Batman finally freed himself. This crazy woman was so powerful. How did the other Batman deal with her before?

Natasha looked disappointed, folded her arms and leaned against the wall and said, "It's better to have three minutes than to have the desire but not the courage."

"I've already told you, now is not the time to do this." Bei Bat was extremely helpless. He said, "Are you really not afraid of any danger?"

"The dangers I encounter are usually more dangerous than this. What am I afraid of?"

Beibat decided not to argue with her. He buttoned his shirt and said, "You should have seen Schiller, right? This is exactly what I want to tell you. Remember the game we participated in?"

Natasha frowned. When she saw Beibat's extremely serious expression, she knew that what he was going to say must be something serious.

"Remember, what happened?"

"In the hospital segment, I saw many ghosts of Schiller. They had different personality traits from the two Schillers you and the other Batman described to me. They were crazier."

"I know, that's Schiller's illness, what's wrong with him?"

"But you don't know their specific attributes, do you?"

Natasha thought for a moment and then said, "I only know that they are very crazy and weird, and have an evil nature that I can't explain."

"They have their own characteristics." Bei Bat expressed his thoughts, "A pathological personality once explained to me that they are crazy in different ways and follow different rules."

"If I'm not mistaken, the personality that's controlling Schiller downstairs right now should be the one in the black shirt."

"How to say?"

"Schiller wasn't just wandering around." Bei Bat took a deep breath and said, "He kept trying to get behind the woman wearing a marlin mask. He tried several times, but was interrupted every time."

Natasha opened her mouth slightly, she recalled and found that it was true. In fact, she knew the most about Schiller's pathological personality among New Yorkers.

But they have never been good at understanding these supernatural things, and the same is true for Natasha. They don't have as high spiritual perception as the people of Gotham. In fact, it was Batman who said it that Natasha discovered that there seemed to be some differences between them.

"What would happen if he went behind her?"

Beibat swallowed and stared at Natasha without saying a word.

Natasha felt frightened by his gaze.

"He will kill her?" Natasha asked.

Beibat remained silent.

He didn't tell Natasha that his mind was now filled with the red fish bouncing on the ground.

(End of this chapter)