Chapter 956: Schiller's "Escape" Journey (Part 1)

After Schiller got into the FBI car, there was silence in the car. Schiller looked dizzy and breathed very quickly. The escort officer sitting next to him couldn't help but asked, "What's wrong with you? Do you need medicine?"

"I have a very serious stress reaction. You must...you must provide me with enough sedatives immediately, otherwise, I can't guarantee that I can see your boss alive..." Schiller said while panting.

The driver didn't hesitate at all. He immediately picked up the communicator and said, "Send someone to the hospital and prescribe enough sedatives."

After that, he looked back and observed Schiller's symptoms, and then said, "Strong sedatives are needed for mania and nervous excitement..."

"Thank you, you are even more professional than my students." Schiller raised his head and leaned on the backrest of the back seat.

The agents' attitude was very good. A female agent sitting in the co-pilot seat said, "Hold on a little longer. We must take you to our temporary base first before we can give you medicine."

Schiller had closed his eyes and suppressed his nervous excitement together with the gray fog. However, since it was a psychogenic nervous reaction, as long as the stimulus source was there, the excited reaction would not stop. The specific symptoms included excessive breathing, limb tremors, and increased blood pressure.

Just as Schiller leaned back in his chair with a pale face, the female agent in the co-pilot seat whispered to the driver, "Scott, in this case, can we put a hood on him? This can easily cause him to stop breathing, right? If he goes into shock, we don't have any rescue measures..."

After that, she looked at the road outside and said, "The streets are full of broccoli now. We can't even drive fast. If he really goes into shock, we can't even send him to the hospital."

"There are equipment in the car to monitor his heart rate and blood pressure. If the reaction is really intense, there is no need to wear a hood. Anyway, he has no time to pay attention to where he was taken." Scott, who was driving, replied.

"But..." The female agent looked back at Schiller and said, "What if he is pretending? He is a very good psychologist. Maybe he can hypnotize himself and produce this symptom..."

"But we can't gamble." Scott manipulated the steering wheel to avoid a broccoli, slowly turned a corner and said, "Whether he said his identity is true or not, we have already reported it. We must send him to Washington safely. Any problems on the road are our responsibility."

"He can die, but he must not die in our hands. From the time he revealed his identity, our mission has become to do everything possible to ensure his safety."

"Okay, you are an expert, so forget it." The female agent looked around and said, "No, we can't drive forward, let's find a way here."

The car slowly stopped, and the female agent in the co-pilot seat got out first to survey the surrounding situation. After a while, she came back, knocked on the window and said, "Get out of the car, follow me."

After the escorting agent on the left got off, the one on the right also wanted to get off, but Schiller sat there without moving at all.

The agent looked back at him, then said to the female agent: "No, he may have lost his ability to move. We have to drive the car as close to the base as possible, otherwise, he will faint on the way and it will be very dangerous."

The female agent hammered the car window and said: "Okay, I will direct you to back the car into the alley, there is an entrance there."

Scott sat back in the driver's seat, and under the command of the female agent, the car backed into the alley. In the dimness, Schiller felt that he was dragged out of the car. In a trance, he saw a sewer entrance appeared in front of him.

Even though he was already in a state of unconsciousness, he still said, "I never thought that your base would be in the sewer. This is not the era when you call spies moles, right? Sewer pests?"

The female agent was so angry that she hammered the wall hard. He looked at the driver next to him and said, "He is so weak, but he still doesn't forget to curse?! Are all psychologists like him? People are dying, but they are still stubborn?!"

"Calm down, Laurenna, I hope he will have so many words during the interrogation." The driver said coldly, opened the entrance to the sewer, and the group entered the sewer.

They had just walked for less than two minutes when a dark figure appeared above the wall of the alley.

When Batman just jumped down, he did not find any abnormality in this alley, because all the traces here had been cleaned up. Like all the dark alleys in Gotham, there was a broken car parked in the middle of the gloomy and narrow road.

However, the positioning device installed on Schiller's raincoat showed that the destination was here. Batman jumped off the roof and found something wrong. This alley was too clean.

Everyone knows that in a city like Gotham, it is difficult to expect anyone to have a sense of public morality. Most people don't care whether they will step on the flowers and plants on the roadside when driving or walking, and they will not deliberately clean their muddy footprints.

However, in this alley, not only are there no footprints of getting on and off the car, but the weeds on the ground and the moss on the road have no signs of being damaged. This is not something that those big and strong truck drivers can do.

Batman often heard some tavern owners describe that the truck drivers in Gotham were like steamrollers. Wherever they went, they would make a mess. Batman, who had lived in the slums for a while, knew that they were right. It was definitely too much to expect these people to be clean and neat.

However, although there was a semi-new pickup truck parked here, there were no signs of moving goods, no footprints, no drunken vomit, no coughed up sputum, and even no cigarette butts. No matter how you look at it, it was very suspicious.

There was no place to hide in this alley, and the most eye-catching thing was the sewer manhole cover. Batman walked over and found that the moss on the edge of the manhole cover had no signs of being damaged, but this did not mean that no one had moved it.

Batman alone knew at least three ways to move bricks or manhole covers without damaging moss and weeds.

When he found that there might be something wrong with the manhole cover, he did not rush to open it directly, but put a night vision monitoring device tied with a wire into the vent of the manhole cover.

Taking out a screen from his belt, Batman saw that the situation in the sewer was not unexpected. It was filled with dense ice and there was no place for people to walk.

Batman narrowed his eyes and controlled the camera to turn left and right. Then, in the darkness and ice, he saw a very secretive little red dot.

He controlled the camera to zoom in, and then found that there seemed to be a distribution room hidden behind the ice. At this time, a certain device was flashing red light.

Gotham's sewer system is very large and very complicated. When the flood flooded, not every place was broken through at the first time. Some functional rooms with better quality built later had only a little water seepage and the ice layer was not thick enough to accommodate people.

The only question is, how did they get in? Batman frowned and began to think.

The distribution room is separated from the manhole cover by a thick dense ice layer. Batman does not think that they have the ability to break this ice layer. Even if they can break it, it is impossible to restore it to its original state.

After confirming that there was no danger below, Batman put away the monitoring equipment, opened the manhole cover, and jumped down by himself.

When the flood flooded, the water rushing into this channel was in the shape of waves. At the moment of freezing, there was a certain amount of space under the manhole cover for Batman to stay.

After he jumped down, he found that there was not only space above the ice layer, but also a very narrow gap on the side, right next to the power distribution room. Because the water flow was frozen at the moment, there was no water there, and no ice.

Sliding towards the narrow gap on the side and coming to the bottom, Batman found that someone had dug a hole here.

The wall at the door gap of the power distribution room was dug open, and there was a hole on the side of the wall facing downward, which was just enough for one person to pass through. Under the cover of the ice layer, this hole could not be seen from the vicinity of the sewer outlet.

After looking at the nearby supporting structure, Batman realized that this hole was not dug out in a day or two. Has the FBI gone to this extent in order to control Gotham?

Batman turned on the flashlight and walked in, but the further he went, the more he felt something was wrong. Logically, the soil under Gotham was not so solid. If you want to dig such a long tunnel, you must use various wooden or metal structures to support the tunnel.

However, this road is very complete, without any support, but it has not collapsed at all. Batman reached out and touched the wall of the underground passage and found that it was very dry and even completely watertight.

This is almost impossible in a city with abundant groundwater resources, rain every three or five days, and poor drainage facilities.

Batman immediately became alert because he knew that with his current engineering level, it was almost impossible to dig such a long passage so deep underground without any supporting structure and without any waterproofing measures. He couldn't do it, and the FBI naturally couldn't do it either.

Continuing to walk in along the passage, he came to another sewer intersection. There was still a thick layer of ice here, but there were still gaps leading to another passage that continued to go down.

When Batman disappeared into the dark passage, Schiller suddenly saw light. He was led by the agent, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally came to a bright room again.

He was taken to a chair in the middle of the room, and then looked up at the agent and said, "When will my medicine arrive? I hope you can move faster. I mean, if I recover as soon as possible, you can take me away by plane, otherwise..."

Schiller shook his head and said weakly, "You have built so many tunnels under Gotham because you can't attack the city from the ground, which means that you know how dangerous it is here."

"I have to remind you that if you want to get me out of this city, you may face great danger... cough cough..." Schiller took a few breaths and continued: "I hope that you can trust me during the next journey. Only I can take you away from here, otherwise... cough cough cough..."

"Go find him medicine quickly." The female agent said: "He has started talking nonsense... Listen, Mr. Rodriguez, we really have to take you away from here, because this place does not meet the conditions for interrogation."

"But how to go and where to go are things that only we can decide. You are just a prisoner now."

"You might as well take a deep breath and relieve your symptoms. Your heart rate has reached the edge of danger." The female agent walked up, checked Schiller's pupils, looked at the readings on the heart rate monitoring device on his wrist, and shook her head.

She took two steps back and said to the two agents next to her: "Call the agents who are going to get the medicine and ask them to hurry up. By the way, prepare some blood pressure and heart rate stabilizing drugs. We can't let him die here..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Continuous loud noises and tremors came from a place very close to the room. In an instant, everyone was a little unstable, and Schiller's chair was directly shaken to the ground.

"What's going on? ! ! What's making a noise? ! ! "Female agent Laurenna looked around, and one of the agents said loudly: "This seems to be the sound of engineering blasting. Someone is blasting the sewer!"

Schiller climbed up from the ground, half-knelt on the spot to recover his strength, and then gritted his teeth and said: "Take me away quickly, this place collapsed, we can't run away, don't tell me that when you dug the rat hole, you didn't even prepare an emergency passage..."

Laurena seemed to have just reacted and said: "Oh, yes, help him quickly, let's go through the back door, hurry up!"

Just When the agents were carrying Schiller to the back door, Schiller broke free from them, staggered against the wall, pointed to the center of the room and said with his eyes closed: "Make a fire...make a fire...quickly!!!"

"What are you doing? Get out of here!" Laurena shouted anxiously, she looked up at the ceiling and said: "This place is going to collapse!"

"Hurry up and light a fire!!!!"

Laurena and several agents came forward and found that they couldn't pull Schiller. She had no choice but to dismantle the wooden chair and then light a fire with ignition powder.

Schiller was choked and coughed in the thick smoke, but he took off his raincoat and watch as quickly as possible, and took off all the extra accessories on his body except the tie, and threw them into the fire.

When Batman came to this room along the blasted passage, he found that Schiller was not here, and the signal tracking Schiller's location completely disappeared.

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