Chapter 2732 Hollywood Rhapsody (Sixty-Four)

Chapter 2706 Hollywood Rhapsody (Sixty-four)

Eric watched Schiller open the door of the basement and throw the corpse he was carrying into the basement. Even though he had just walked through a sea of ​​blood and corpses, his clothes were not stained with blood. Considering that he had just carried seven corpses in this posture, Eric felt that he should re-examine the past mentioned in Schiller's words.

It was because he was a member of the detachment that Eric knew that carrying corpses was a difficult task. Even though the execution in the gas chamber was bloodless, many people would have incontinence before death, and they might also vomit voluntarily, or even have their eyeballs explode due to excessive intracranial pressure. How to carry corpses without sticking these dirt on your body requires a lot of practice.

Eric has such a good skill because he is driven to do these things. If he always gets his clothes dirty, he will definitely be kicked out of the team and do those dirtier and more tiring jobs. The children in the detachment can work in groups of two or three to handle corpses while ensuring their own hygiene.

When two or three people carry a corpse together, it is not very difficult to do it without getting a single leaf on them, but when an adult carries another adult, especially when the one being carried almost spits out all of his internal organs from his mouth, it seems more like a superpower to be able to carry seven corpses neatly and cleanly.

"What are you going to do?" Eric asked as he stood at the door of the basement passage, and Schiller looked at him with some doubt and said, "Of course, destroy the corpses."

"They will definitely find this place, do we still have to wait here?"

"No, they won't." Schiller said, "It is Hydra who wants to find me, so this operation must be secret."

Eric seemed to understand a little, and he said, "They are hiding in the team of secret police, using their manpower to complete their secret goals, but at the same time they don't want to be discovered by the top leaders. You are one of the secret targets, so this operation must be kept secret."

"It may even be random." Schiller picked up the tools in the toolbox and said: "They may just be leading the Gestapo to patrol here, and then claim that they just found suspicious traces on the house, so they will go around to the rooftop and come in from the balcony."

"It sounds more dangerous than I thought."

"Of course." Schiller cut off an arm of the corpse on the ground and said: "They are much more dangerous than those crazy policemen who show off their power. They always hide in the dark. Cut off one head and grow two heads."

"Is this the delicate work you are talking about?" Eric walked in and took the tools to help Schiller, but he didn't think it was a difficult job. The person was already dead, and no matter how terrible the state of the corpse was, it was nothing worth praising.

"Of course not. This is a very boring job. Just do it casually." Schiller walked over and turned on the faucet and said, "I'm talking about the next thing."

"What are you going to do?"

"I need you to do me a favor." Schiller knocked the ground with a saw and said, "You'll know soon."

"Can I go down and take a look?" Charles stood at the door of the basement passage again, looking inside with some curiosity, but there was a corner on the stairs, so he couldn't see the specific situation in the basement.

"I suggest you don't go." Eric said.

Charles seemed to realize something, and after taking two steps back, he looked at Eric and said, "How did you deal with the seven bodies?"

"Don't ask questions when you know the answer."

Charles swallowed his saliva and stayed away from the passage leading to the basement, but he wisely didn't ask anything. Sometimes, even without mind reading, he had a dangerous intuition like a beast.

Charles continued to look at the newspapers on the wall, but many of them were very old, and Eric didn't remember those reports very well, so the forms that appeared in the spiritual world were very vague and there was nothing to read.

Charles walked to the side of the restaurant again. He saw a newspaper placed next to the tableware. He could imagine Eric reading the newspaper while eating. For a long time, this was the only lifestyle that Charles had seen Eric habitually.

Charles walked over, and the first time he saw the newspaper, his heart beat wildly - the big photo printed on the front page was Schiller's face.

"The church murderer was finally arrested. Andel Schiller - the sinful surgeon, will pay a heavy price for his crimes."

Schiller in the photo was escorted forward. He lowered his head. The camera shot from top to bottom. His thick eyelashes completely covered his eyes. Charles never thought that Schiller's brow arch could be so sharp. Obviously, his eyebrows and eyes were very soft most of the time.

Charles swallowed his saliva and looked up at Eric. Eric really had an intersection with Schiller in the past.

Wait, surgeon? Isn't Schiller a psychiatrist?

Of course, he could be a surgeon, Charles thought. For such an immortal, there is no technique that cannot be mastered. Some surgical techniques are not complicated and can be mastered by ordinary people after a period of training.

Then Charles suddenly thought that there was a doctor in this house, so Schiller was the doctor who delivered Magda?

But why was he arrested?

Eric put down the newspaper in his hand and stood up. He mixed the boiled water with warm water and poured it into the bottle. He walked upstairs to feed Anya who was picked up. After putting her to sleep, Eric put on his raincoat. Stepping into the hazy rainy night.

The lights were on all night long in a small building on the river bank. Schiller was sitting on a chair, and people in uniforms were walking around opposite. The heels of their leather shoes clicked on the floor, and the crisp sound seemed particularly cold.

"I said you can't kill me." Schiller looked particularly relaxed and said, "Now that you have noticed that mysterious resistance, how do you feel?"

"No matter what tricks you are doing, you will definitely pay the price for what you have done." The person opposite lowered the brim of his hat and said: "You must be alive now because you are useful to some people, and when you lose your use Worth it, I guarantee you’ll die miserably.”

"When do you want to wait?" Schiller asked him in German, as if he was really curious. The pronunciation of this language is very cold, but Schiller always conveys a gentle feeling.

He lowered his eyes and smiled and said: "I guess next you will say that you can also help them ask what they want from my mouth. At that time, you will let me know how powerful you are, and they will definitely come to see you. , you have the right to negotiate terms with them, because you caught me."

Schiller seemed to be guessing his thoughts, but in fact he was just saying that he was dreaming. He had never been provoked like this before, so he walked over and reached out to grab Schiller's collar.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door, and his subordinate stood outside the door and hesitated, so he had to take back his hand, walked over and whispered a few words, then looked back at Schiller and said: "You The best days are coming to an end, Church Killer.”

"It's up to you." Schiller still didn't look anxious at all.

The man went out, and Schiller sat there for a while. The handcuffs were not a meaningful restraint measure for him. He pulled hard with both arms, and the handcuffs were torn in the middle. Schiller stood up from the chair, He did not leave the room immediately, but listened to the noise outside.

With a bang, the door was knocked open, and a man with a pistol rushed in, while the people behind him filed in and rushed towards Schiller, as if they wanted to take him away.

Suddenly they all saw the broken handcuffs. The two people at the front felt the world was spinning as they hesitated. Their heads hit the wall hard, and their eyes were blurred with blood.

With a bang, the bullets fired failed to hit Schiller. In an instant, the four people at the front had fallen, but the person who rushed in first fell behind and the last person was hit by a huge force against the wall. , he felt that his wrist had been twisted, and the moment pain came from the place where the back of his head came into contact with the wall, a stream of warm liquid flowed along his neck to his back.

"Uh..." He let out a cry of pain, and then heard the man who knocked him down say: "Whose are you, the Red Skull or Zemo?"

It was so sudden that everyone was still immersed in the shock and pain of being attacked, and no one responded.

"No matter who you are, go back and tell your boss that I need to talk to him. I'll be waiting for him in the confessional at Bebally Church."

After saying that, Schiller left. When he passed by the security room at the front, he saw the body of the soldier from before. It seemed that these people should be Baron Zemo's men. Hitler was not dead yet, and the Red Skull was too worried. Many people will not do it easily.

When Nick arrived, he only saw corpses on the ground. They were obviously killed by two different groups of people. The ones in the security room were all shot, and the ones in the interrogation room... looked like someone There's an elephant in the room.

Nick didn't mean to use such a funny metaphor, but all the corpses in this room looked like they were smashed into pieces, as if someone had thrown them against the wall with great force, and the impact was completely beyond what the human body could withstand. to such an extreme that it breaks the neck or ruptures the spleen.

There is no other explanation except that there once was an elephant here.

"Damn, they are so impatient." Nick cursed, and Jones walked in behind him, looking at the corpses here in surprise, obviously shocked by their death.

"Hydra." Nick said: "As soon as Schiller was arrested, they couldn't help but rush in here and want to take him away. To be more precise, they may also want to silence him."

"How did he do that?"

"I have long said that he is not a simple man, so alerting him will only make him leave Berlin as quickly as possible, and then our plan will be hopeless."

"Maybe the Eisenhardts..."

"I'm referring to the plan to operate Felix. What do you think it is?" Nick said: "Now even if Germany has an atomic bomb, it won't change anything. Even if they destroy Moscow with a nuclear bomb, those Soviet guys outside will They will rush in the same way, the difference is that Mustache dies in an unseemly manner."

Jones looked relieved, but still said: "I'm glad you are sober. I thought it was your duty to complete orders."

"Then I will have to be an ordinary agent for the rest of my life." Nick put away the gun and said: "If they scare Schiller away, we have to consider moving Felix out before Berlin is liberated... Forget it, Let’s go back first.”

Nick and Jones returned to the base. They heard movement on the second floor and were worried that Felix was uncomfortable, so they walked up. Then they saw an unexpected person-Schiller, who was having sex with Felix. Talk and laugh.