Chapter 1615 Fishing Day (VIII)

Chapter 1588 Fishing Day (VIII)

"If you have ever stayed in Germany, it makes sense." Natasha said while thinking: "The anti-Soviet ideology of that era was already very serious. Most of Europe had fallen, and the trend in Germany has always been more... radical."

But Schiller shook his head and said: "It has nothing to do with ideas and ideology, nor with wealth value or living conditions. It has something to do with the law."

Natasha's eyes gradually changed. She leaned back and pressed against the back of the chair, as if she wanted to escape from here, because she found that there was something wrong with the smile on Schiller's face, something very wrong.

"More importantly, if you remember my previous experience, then you should know how precious an opportunity to leave that country is to me, and this is also my first time to get rid of surveillance."

"First taste of forbidden fruit." Natasha couldn't help but read out the word that came to her mind, but Schiller looked at her as if a little surprised, and then smiled and said: "Maybe the sculpture of your suffering is named Rodin, ma'am."

Natasha was not happy about this praise at all. She seemed to have imagined what Schiller's next topic would be in advance, and tried to close her ears and thoughts in advance.

"Why don't we concentrate on fishing?" Schiller looked at the water again and proposed another possibility.

"God, don't torture me, just say it quickly, I swear, I will record every word you say clearly in the confidential files of SHIELD!" Natasha said with gritted teeth.

"You can just say that you want to make them public." Schiller didn't forget to make a light-hearted joke. Natasha found that the Schiller she was facing now had a sense of humor that she didn't have in the past, as if he was very good at chatting.

He is really good at it. Natasha even thought of it with some despair. Even though she knew that he might talk about some topics that would pollute her mind just by passing through them, Natasha still sat here motionless. She had ten thousand excuses to leave here, such as going to see the fish situation over there with Nick and Steve.

But she seemed to be nailed here, and was even curious about the next topic.

"As we all know, medical schools and law schools in the United States cannot be directly admitted, but require a certain academic foundation, but it is not difficult for me. I spent about three months weaving a seamless identity for myself, and then became a student of surgical medicine."

"You have a surgical education background?" Natasha was a little surprised.

"Although I almost never show it, yes, I have learned surgical techniques, but I am not very skilled, and I can't compare with our Mr. 'God's Hand'. Even among students, I am not dazzling."

Natasha narrowed her eyes. She instinctively caught the abnormality in Schiller's words, so she stared at Schiller's eyes through the fishing rod and said, "Or do you make yourself not dazzling?"

"Too dazzling is not a good thing. I come from a remote town in Nevada. With my own efforts and the appreciation of a professor, I stand shoulder to shoulder with the geniuses of the medical school. I am a devout Catholic. I will set aside a whole day every weekend to stay in God's room. "Instead." "It's not novel." Natasha rejected her body backwards, and looked at Schiller from head to toe, saying, "It can be imagined, at least your theological knowledge is enough." "Yes, I often talk to my companions. "" "Some interesting things." Natasha knew that the heavy drama was coming. She felt that her palms were sweating, and her heart was jumping fast, but she felt that she was just sitting here safely to listen to a past. The tragedy of the slap occurred on her. The female agent's response was quite fast, and Schiller grabbed the fish at a faster speed, patted it on the ice, let it faint, and then put the fish into the water tank in the same way. "Look, this is the fun of fishing. The fish is still alive, but it's only a matter of time before it dies. It struggles so savagely to survive, ugly and unbearable, but the fisherman is still sitting still."

"... civilized, not like a killer." Natasha introduced.

Then she took a deep breath, lowered her eyes and looked at the frozen water surface that was still rippling, and said: "Who did you kill? Your teacher, classmate or an unrelated stranger?"

After Schiller dealt with everything, he took a towel to wipe the water on his hands. His hands were frozen, and his fingertips were a little white, but when he exerted force, the blue veins and lines on the back of his hands showed that they were still strong.

"I will make a specific bait to catch a certain type of fish." Schiller folded his hands together.

Natasha fell into deep thought, her brain was working fast, and she was speculating that Schiller must have done something bad to break away from the original cage and come to a vast new world of freedom. Why did he come?

"Revenge?" Natasha stared at Schiller's face and uttered a word.

"Partly." Schiller wrapped his coat a little tighter, crossed his hands on his abdomen, put one leg on the other, and said, "But I can't rush into their homes and blow them up with a volley of bullets. I know this is the American style of assassination, but it is difficult to do in reality."

"You have a sensitivity that ordinary people don't have, and you have a very strong physique. It's not difficult to infiltrate and assassinate." Natasha frowned and asked, "Why don't you do it?"

"This brings us to the previous topic again." Schiller lowered his head and smiled helplessly and said, "What is the most important thing about infiltrating and assassinating? It's not infiltration and assassination, but After the success, leave quickly, destroy the evidence, and flee far away. "

"That's right." Natasha misunderstood, she said: "If you need to kill multiple targets in a short period of time, the people chasing you will always be able to find clues from these intensive infiltration and assassination behaviors. If you don't leave this area as soon as possible, the chance of being caught is very high. "

"No, the problem is not at this step, or rather, the problem has occurred before the step of fleeing to the end of the world."

Schiller sighed deeply, and Natasha really heard sadness and helplessness from this sigh, which also made Schiller have a temperament that Natasha had never thought of, that is, melancholy.

No one in this world expects Schiller to be worried, but now the fact is that Schiller's expression can almost be called frowning.

"I've said before that my desires and morbidity grew together, and morbidity deeply influenced them and merged with them to some extent."

Schiller finally stood up from the fishing chair, squatted next to his luggage bag, and took out a small bottle of wine from it. It looked like the kind sold on the shelves of convenience stores. From the bottle to the bottle cap, it was mini and cute.

"I guess you need some strong liquor, ma'am."

Natasha's eyes were straight, and she swallowed her saliva while saying, "Even if this may be a weapon that can drag me into a dream - yes, it is a terrible abuse to let a Russian stay in such a cold environment for three hours without drinking a drop of alcohol."

Schiller opened the bottle cap, and the charming aroma of wine spread. Natasha almost snatched the bottle of wine and poured it into her mouth. After the world spun around, she found herself in Schiller's thinking tower.

Unlike everyone else who came here, Natasha's first reaction was: "This wine is too strong, can you give me some more?"

"Don't be too greedy, ma'am, even if you are a genetically modified person, you can't bear more. Come with me, I'll show you something."

Natasha followed Schiller forward, looking up at the busy scene in the tower, and asked: "I still can't help but ask, why me?"

"Like you said, ma'am, you are good at calmly accepting everything that reality brings you, and rarely make a fuss. The two of us are more alike."

"More importantly, if I bring my group of friends And show them those things... They might go crazy and treat me more crazily and more extreme than before, and I don't think that's good. "

"You could have kept it a secret from everyone." Natasha pointed out, "You don't have to show it to me."

"But if no one has an answer, they will keep digging, and that's annoying."

It was the first time Natasha saw such a real expression of impatience on Schiller's face, which made her sure that the Schiller in front of her was not the doctor, because the doctor would never feel impatient with any questions from his friends, but would just want them to ask more questions.

When Natasha thought of this, she stepped back two steps to the side and stared at Schiller in front of her. The image of Schiller in the Thinking Tower was different from that in the real world.

He was wearing a dark gray turtleneck sweater, looking younger, and without glasses, but what surprised Natasha the most was that Schiller had semi-long hair, and any hair over the shoulders was tied behind the head with a rubber band, but some was still scattered on the forehead.

"Oh my God!" Natasha exclaimed sincerely, and then said: "If you appear in front of me in this look for the first time, I will go to bed with you no matter what, a perfect abstinence-wanderer."

"This is not what we should focus on now, ma'am, and if you really do this, you will definitely not live to see the day, I will explain to you why later."

Schiller and Natasha came to the elevator on the first floor, but this elevator, which originally started on the ground floor, now has an option for the negative floor.

Natasha had never been here and didn't know if this was normal. She just watched Schiller press the button for the negative floor, and the elevator trembled and slowly descended.

Natasha waited for the elevator door in front of her to open, but it was not the door on the side of the elevator that they walked in that opened, but the floor under the elevator. With a "click", the floor split into two halves, and Natasha and Schiller fell in together.

Before Natasha could even be surprised, she found herself floating in the darkness. She looked up and found that the elevator that brought them here was sliding up rapidly, disappearing in the darkness above her head like a meteor.

Natasha looked around and looked down at her feet. She saw nothing, but she keenly felt that she seemed to be constantly floating up, just like a diver being slowly lifted up by the buoyancy of the sea water.

Suddenly, she felt something touching her head. Natasha stretched out a hand to touch it upwards, but soon she felt Schiller's hand on her shoulder.

"Don't move."

Natasha did it instinctively. The next second, with a "bang", she was flipped over by Schiller, but she was not drowning headfirst. She felt her feet landed on the ground.

It took Natasha a few seconds to adjust her sense of direction. At this time, she realized that she was standing on the ceiling she had just touched with both feet on the ground, and her feet were on the opposite side of the ground of the Thinking Tower.

Suddenly, Natasha found a little light in the darkness. She frowned and looked at the light in front of her and asked, "What is that?"

"Oh, that's the hole I made before. The story starts from here."