Chapter 649: Red Sea Rage (II)

In the presidential suite of the Beverly Hills Hotel in Los Angeles, Hal and Oliver were playing cards. Looking out the window, Arthur was swimming in the outdoor pool downstairs. Many beauties focused on his strong and muscular body and exclaimed as he moved.

"I'm not very good at sailing, but I'm very good at showing off my muscles." Oliver sighed and said, "I was like this when I was young. In order to show off my muscles at the pool party, I stayed in the gym two months in advance."

"You should be grateful for your fitness experience, which gave you a good physique when you survived on a deserted island, otherwise you would definitely not be able to hold on until now." Hal threw a poker and said.

Oliver nodded, and then he said: "I just called back to Star City, and my housekeeper was surprised that I was still alive, and he was very happy. He hoped that I could go back soon..."

"Then why are you still here?" Hal stretched out his hand and looked at his watch and said: "Star City is not far from here. If you leave now, you should be able to arrive before dawn."

Oliver shook his head and said: "During these days on the deserted island, I have been thinking about a question, where does people's suffering come from?"

"Why do you suddenly think about this? Are you also a philosopher?" Hal took a sip of cold sparkling water, took a breath, and then said: "I thought that only professors like Schiller would study such useless philosophical problems."

"How can this be said to be useless? Haven't you ever thought about it?"

"I thought about it, but is it useful to just think about it?" Hal sighed and said: "You sitting here thinking about these problems will not reduce the suffering of someone in this world. I would rather use this time to help others."

"But can your help make all the suffering in this world disappear?" Oliver asked.

"Of course not, but if we can disappear a little bit, it counts as a little bit, and if we can save a person, it counts as a person, isn't it?" Hal said.

"This is a completely negative idea. If we can't figure out why everyone is suffering from a spiritual level, there will never be a way to truly save them." Oliver said seriously.

Hal paused for a moment while fiddling with the playing cards, and said, "I have heard similar arguments from someone."

"Who?" Oliver looked into his eyes and asked.

"It should be Schiller. I think he is the only person I know who would say such a thing." Hal scratched his head and said, "Sometimes, I can't understand those theories of psychology and philosophy, but many times, those words will hover in my mind, as if I have understood and remembered them."

"When he treated my wound, he didn't act like a person who has the patience to read philosophy." Oliver pouted and said.

Just as he said this, the door of the room rang. Schiller opened the door and looked at the two people who were playing cards in the middle of the living room and said, "You haven't slept yet?"

"It's still early now. How was your trip to visit your old friend? He didn't let you stay overnight?" Hal looked up at him and asked.

Schiller snorted coldly and said, "Yes, because he wanted to let someone else stay overnight, a beautiful female police officer."

Oliver and Hal laughed at the same time, obviously gloating. Schiller changed his shoes and walked in, walked to the sofa and sat down, and then also touched a hand of cards.

The three chatted while playing cards. As they chatted, they talked about surviving on a deserted island. Hal remembered what Oliver said before and asked, "You said that a drug dealer slaughtered an entire village. What happened?"

"When I first arrived on the island, I found traces of survival. I was overjoyed, but after chasing them, I didn't find any living people, but the remains of a village."

"That should be where the original islanders lived. Judging from the traces of life, the last time someone was active should have been a long time ago."

"I didn't find any bodies, but I found some body parts. Following these traces, I found the place where these damn butchers buried the villagers. There were about a dozen bodies there, which should be all the villagers..."

"The whole village was looted by them, There was nothing useful left. I wanted to survive there, but..."

Oliver shook his head and said with a sad expression: "I saw the traces of their past lives and thought of the miserable state of their bodies, which made me feel very sad. Besides, it was far from fresh water and the food was not abundant, so I left in the end."

"Damn drug dealers, they are getting more and more rampant!" Hal took a deep breath and said: "You may not know that the coastal city also relied on fishing for a period of time. At that time, the ocean-going ships were most afraid of drug dealers in South America."

"If you encounter pirates, the pirates will only kidnap the crew and then extort ransom. As long as you pay a little money, they will not kill easily. If the captain is willing to invest, as long as the goods are handed over, at least there is no danger to life. "

"But drug dealers are different. They have no humanity at all. They don't need any survivors. As long as they get on board, they will kill all the crew members." Hal's face was very gloomy. He said, "My uncle, my father's oldest brother, died in their hands."

"And if you dare to resist, they will torture you to death and throw you into the sea. My uncle was a retired army officer. He suffered inhumane torture and even his body could not be found..."

Hal lowered his head, and the sadness between his eyebrows became more obvious. He said, "Since then, my parents have firmly disagreed with me going far away, because I am their eldest son, and they are worried that I will encounter this kind of danger like my uncle..."

"I want to avenge these villagers." Oliver hesitated for a moment, and he still said, "I know that the drug trade has a long history and it is probably difficult to eradicate it, but I don't think I can stand idly by."

"What are you going to do?" Hal asked immediately. Obviously, he had this idea. Oliver turned his head, looked out the window, and said to Arthur who was still playing in the swimming pool downstairs:

" Arthur can communicate with fish. He said before that a killer whale's mother was killed by these drug dealers. Then we can use his ability to let the killer whale lead the way for us to find the base of these drug dealers and then avenge those villagers. "

Schiller remained silent. Hal and Oliver looked at him. Schiller did not express his opinion. He just said: "If you want to go, go ahead, but I'm seasick, so I won't go with you."

"Don't you think they are really cruel?" Hal asked, looking at Schiller's expression, but then He added: "Ah, I don't mean to force you to go..."

Schiller sighed and said: "Have you ever thought about why all this happened?"

"Of course it's because of those vicious drug dealers!" Hal hated these people so much that he never missed any opportunity to scold them. He gritted his teeth and said: "I must eliminate them all and avenge all the innocent people..."

After saying that, Hal stood up, seeming to be furious, and Oliver stood up with him. The two reached a consensus on this point, and after a while. Arthur was called up by them. When he heard that they were going to deal with drug dealers, he also agreed. He said:

"The Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean Sea have rich catches. Many fleets will go there to fish in the season when the resources are rich. They are not afraid of encountering pirates. What they are most afraid of is encountering these drug dealers. Their methods are very cruel. I have heard of this terrible legend since I was a child."

"Let's go now. I can use the energy of the green light to make the ship go very fast. With the guidance of the killer whale, we should be able to reach the destination quickly. When we find their base, they will be finished."

"Let's go now." Oliver recalled the tragic scene he saw on the island at that time and said.

After the three left, Schiller did not stay idle for too long. Lucifer and Chloe found him again. When the two of them walked into the hotel room, it was already dawn. Schiller was about to have breakfast, so the three of them came to the hotel restaurant and talked while eating.

"So, you found Delilah's partner and made trouble at his wedding, and then asked for clues?" Schiller asked after taking a bite of salad.

"That's because he didn't cooperate," Lucifer snorted coldly. Chloe showed a helpless expression and said, "You should listen to me. We should follow the procedures..."

"Okay, anyway, the goal has been achieved. What clues did you get?" Schiller asked.

"Delilah's partner told us that she had a boyfriend who often beat her. Delilah once cried in the recording studio. Officer Chloe and I went to Delilah's boyfriend's home. He is a rapper with a chaotic private life..."

"When we went there, he was high. I had to find a way to sober him up. I picked him up and hung him outside the balcony. After a while of wind, he finally told us the clue."

"He said that he beat Delilah because she cheated on him, and Delilah often went to a psychologist to talk. The psychologist was called Linda."

"So, we came to you because we actually hope you can do us a favor." Lucifer glanced at Chloe and took the initiative to say, "The psychologist named Linda is very difficult to deal with. I think, since you are a famous psychologist, you should be able to convince him. We want to know who Delilah cheated with?"

"Did he tell you that keeping patients confidential is the professional ethics of psychologists?" Schiller asked.

Chloe nodded immediately and said, "Yes, that's what she said. We asked her many times, but she didn't waver at all, so we thought..."

"Keeping patients confidential is indeed the professional ethics of psychologists, and it is also true for me, so I won't force my colleagues to tell secrets, but I think there should be a better way to investigate the truth."

Chloe and Lucifer looked at each other, and then looked at Schiller together. Schiller used a knife and fork to cut the food on the plate and said: "Although I don't know much about pop music, I know that along with the rise of pop music and commercial movies, there is another thing, that is, entertainment newspapers."

"Even in Gotham, I can hear the newspaper boy running on the street shouting gossip between celebrities, so how do entertainment newspapers get these gossips?"

Chloe was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly exclaimed: "Paparazzi! Yes! Delilah has been very popular recently, and the paparazzi will definitely follow her! Let's go to the Weathervane Newspaper, which is the largest gossip newspaper on the West Coast..."

After that, Chloe stood up and ran out in a hurry. Lucifer looked back at Schiller, made a "good job" gesture to him, and chased Chloe away.

But at this moment, Schiller, who was eating, put down his fork, turned his head slightly, and glanced at the corner of the hotel restaurant with his eyes, where a familiar figure was picking up food.

The figure was wearing a yellow and black uniform, which made him look out of place among the suits and long skirts.

"Long time no see... Deathstroke."

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