Chapter 958: Schiller's "Escape" Journey (Part 2)

In the dark tunnel, two pairs of glowing eyes suddenly lit up. Batman walked out of the darkness first, looking at the tunnel ahead through the smoke and dust of the explosion, and a very tall figure walked out from behind. In the tunnel about two meters high, he had to bend down to move forward.

The first thing that appeared in the light was a crocodile's mouth, followed by limbs that looked like a crocodile and a human, and a huge tail. Batman turned his head and asked him: "Waylon, can you still smell it?"

The huge crocodile man lowered his head, shrugged his nose lightly, and then said in a very low voice: "They left along this passage, my sense of smell can't be wrong..."

Then, his bumpy face wrinkled, looking more ferocious, and he said: "It's too dry here, I don't like it very much."

"Dry?" Batman said with some doubts: "Are you sure? This is the location under the underground water vein of Gotham. There is a very rich underground water reserve above. No matter what, it should not be dry, right?"

"This is the strange thing. "When the crocodile man stepped forward, the passage was shaking a little. He said, "I used to live in the sewers of Gotham. It was very damp and dark there. I liked it very much. But it's the opposite here. I feel like I'm going to be killed."

Batman narrowed his eyes. He walked forward with the crocodile man, saying as he walked, "Thanks to you, Waylon. Otherwise, in such a dark and narrow environment, I really don't know how to locate each other."

"You're welcome, Batman. You saved me when the warehouse caught fire. If it weren't for you, I might have been crushed to death." The crocodile man glanced at his waist and abdomen. Because of his strong recovery ability, there were no scars there, but he still remembered the feeling of being pressed under heavy objects and burned by flames.

When Bruce visited the slums and became a warehouse manager, he worked in the warehouse with Killer Croc. At that time, the warehouse suddenly caught fire, and he saved Killer Croc. Later, he went to find Killer Croc once and heard his story.

Killer Croc was born with anti-ancestor genes, so he was ridiculed by his classmates and friends since he was a child. Later, because he couldn't make it in the normal society, he had to come to Gotham.

Originally, he lived well in the sewer, but the Frozen Gotham incident almost trapped him in the sewer. The sewer could not be lived in, so he could only find a house on land, but if he wanted to find a house, he had to find a job first.

Most jobs couldn't hire employees like him who looked weird. Only the really hardworking porters didn't care about their appearance. Therefore, Killer Croc got a stable job, a pretty good salary, and even some savings, which allowed him to spend the period of recuperation at home.

"We have to hurry." Killer Croc said, "I only took half a day off. If I go back late, I may not be able to catch up with dinner. The boss said that he would leave me a live chicken tonight..."

The sound of him swallowing echoed in the dark passage. Batman quickened his pace and continued to move forward in the direction pointed by Killer Croc.

On the other side, Schiller was taken to the larger base that the agents mentioned, and he sat on the chair again.

Seeing Laurena taking out the rope, he shook his head and said, "I advise you not to do such useless work, otherwise it will take time to transfer me later."

"We will not transfer you again." Scott, who was standing next to him, said, "We will stay here until the boss brings people to pick you up. Soon, you will board the plane to Washington. Professor, you'd better pray that the people in Washington have a good temper like me, otherwise..."

He snorted coldly, and the threat was evident in his words, but Schiller's attention was not on him. He looked at the structure of the entire base and found that it was indeed a larger and more complete base.

Specifically, there are seven large passages here, leading to different directions, with sufficient lighting equipment, making the light here much brighter than other small rooms. More importantly, there are fortifications at each intersection, and many ammunition boxes are piled in the deepest part of the room.

The agents who had just arrived here were changing their equipment. Originally, they were only equipped with a pistol and two rifles in the car when they were carrying out the escort mission. However, there were not only rifles of various types, but also rocket launchers and grenades. Such a sufficient amount of ammunition was enough to fight a small war.

However, Schiller's eyes were still looking straight at the three passages in front of him. He hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Don't tell me that the roadblocks you put in front of the passages are the so-called fortifications?"

Following Schiller's gaze, the three passages in front of him were the three largest passages. There were explosion-proof roadblocks and coils in front of each passage. Scott shook his head and said: "You don't have to use this method to undermine our confidence, professor. We all know that you are a famous psychologist and are familiar with various psychological tactics."

"In the initial attack, you deliberately reminded us to escape in advance, and even made a plan for us to break off, showing that you were on our side to relax our vigilance."

"You keep emphasizing your weakness, even at the cost of asking me to inject you twice as much sedatives. You are implanting in us the illusion that you cannot use force to resist and do not have the physical strength to escape."

"But in fact, I have seen the reaction of users who overdose on sedatives. They will lose almost all logical thinking and be almost unable to move in drowsiness and sluggishness, unlike you now, who still have time to mock us."

"After creating the illusion that you are on our side and that you are very weak, you began to use all kinds of rhetoric to fabricate the image of a powerful enemy, as if he is the hunter and we are the prey, in an attempt to put pressure on us."

Scott shook his head and said, "But obviously, the situation is just the opposite. His The first two sneak attacks not only did not hurt any of us, but also exposed his own position and way of thinking. "

"Our initial strategic shift was not an escape. In fact, if we did not have to ensure your safety, we would not have had to run."

"After surviving the so-called catastrophe, you began to dictate more things. If it were an ordinary person, he would have fallen into your trap and thought that you were just a harmless counselor who could solve the current crisis. He felt that only by relying on and trusting you could we escape from here."

"But in fact, all the illusions and assumptions are just traps created by you. This trick has been used countless times among the prisoners we arrested."

Scott walked to In front of Schiller, he said, "I don't like dealing with some high-IQ criminals, because every action they take and every word they say is to set a trap for me..."

Unexpectedly, Schiller skillfully picked up his words and said in a voice like a dream: "And you know, the best way to deal with them, besides ignoring them, is to use violence to make them shut up."

Scott's fist, which was waving in the air, stopped. Schiller raised his head and lowered his eyes, only looking at him through the gap between his eyelashes, then showed a triumphant smile and said:

"How do you know that the purpose of setting this series of traps is to escape, not to die here?"

Schiller closed his eyes , his voice became lower: "You know that I am a famous psychologist. Even if you give me enough sedatives, I can hypnotize myself to reduce my heart rate to an extreme state."

"And at this time, if I am violently stimulated, I am likely to go into shock directly. I am sure that you have no conditions to rescue me." Schiller laughed at the edge of half asleep and half awake, and then said:

"Do you want to try and keep punching? Give me a punch, let me scream, and then go and bet that the heart rate monitor on my wrist will forgive your rude behavior?"

Scott pounded his eyes, clenched and unclenched his fist in the air, and finally, he waved his hand and put down his arm.

He bent down, supported his knees with his hands, put his head close to Schiller's eyes, looked into his eyes and said:

"Professor, even among those vicious and cunning criminals I have seen, you are the most surprising one to me."

"But I must remind you that such rhetoric will lose its effect in Washington, where medical conditions are perfect."

"Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Agent." Schiller lowered his head again, as if he was asleep, and murmured: "I also want to remind you that your fists will lose their effect earlier than my rhetoric."

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

"Someone is invading! Someone is invading!!"

"Swoosh! Bang! Boom!"

"Oh! What is that?! Oh my God! Monster! There is a monster! Help!!! There is a crocodile monster rushing in!!!"

Scott turned back instantly, and he saw that in the most central channel of the three channels, a huge figure jumped out, and the roadblocks and coils placed in the center of the channel did not play any role and were almost instantly crushed.

With the help of the indoor lights, Scott saw that it was a huge half-human, half-crocodile monster. Ordinary pistol bullets hit his crocodile-like armor, leaving only a series of sparks. The female agent Laurenna, who was about to raise her gun to shoot, was swept away by the huge tail.

Following closely behind was a black shadow. Although he was not as strong and tall as the crocodile monster, he was more deadly.

Any agent who met him would be knocked down in almost one round. Scott saw a series of electric lights coming out of his dark armor, and all the agents who came into contact with the electric lights were knocked out in an instant.

The two rushed forward so fast that the remaining agents had no time to equip powerful automatic weapons. Seeing them rushing straight towards Schiller, Scott subconsciously pulled out a saber from his waist and pressed it against Schiller's neck.

In an instant, the black shadow stopped moving. Scott squinted his eyes and said, "No matter who you are, I know what your goal is. Put down the gun and let your companion stop, otherwise, I will kill him immediately."

Scott's hand was strangling Schiller's neck, and the tip of the knife was against his Adam's apple, but because of this, he could feel a faint voice coming from Schiller's vocal cords: "He didn't bring a gun, so he couldn't put it down."

"Shut up!" Scott gritted his teeth and whispered.

"Put the knife away." Batman's face was as gloomy as water. Schiller, who was strangled by Scott's neck, was more embarrassed than he could imagine.

The buttons of his suit had completely broken, and the knot of his tie was loose, just hanging around his neck. One side of the glasses was covered with mud, but judging from the state of the pupil of the other exposed eye, he should have been injected with an overdose of sedatives.

"You have violated the Geneva Convention, let him go immediately." Batman walked forward slowly with a firm step, which put a lot of pressure on Scott.

Scott really hesitated for a moment. He didn't expect that the weirdo on the opposite side would go straight to the point. If Schiller accused them of abusing prisoners in court, it might be another lawsuit.

Who knows if there is a video recording device on the other side? If this weirdo is in the same group as Schiller, then in court, if they bring out this video and say that they were tortured into confessing, it will definitely cause resistance to the trial.

But at this time, Schiller's weak voice came again: "Ask him, what identity is he using to prevent the FBI from enforcing the law?"

Scott was stunned for a moment, he opened his mouth, and almost blurted out Schiller's question, but then he reacted and didn't know what to say.

He thought about it and didn't think there was anything wrong with Schiller's words, because it really hit the point.

If Batman wants to supervise the FBI's law enforcement, he must do it as an open and legal citizen, and it is obvious that neither he nor the crocodile man next to him is in this identity at the moment, so questioning the identity is the best choice.

"The FBI's law enforcement this time is completely reasonable and compliant, with formal approval documents and arrest warrants. We fully accept the reasonable supervision of any American citizen, but are you a formal citizen of the United States?"

Batman paused, then narrowed his eyes, he thought, it seems that this time, he has encountered a tough guy.

"You should have discovered that the terrifying monster chasing you is not my creation." Schiller kept his head down, so Batman didn't notice that even if his whole body was still, his mouth was still moving.

Scott was a little hesitant, but he did find out that what Schiller said was true. The person on the other side didn't look like an ordinary person at all, and they were not the escort agents who were not specialized in combat.

"Don't try to defeat him with words, and don't think you can force him to prepare tools for your escape. The only way now is to hold him for a few seconds, and then you take me away directly."

Looking at the terrifying crocodile monster, grinning at the fallen agent next to him, Scott's hands trembled, and then whispered: "How to hold him?"

Schiller replied: "I saw that in the place where you piled ammunition behind you, in addition to grenades, there are also smoke bombs. That is your only hope to take me away from here."

"Now I will teach you how to prevent the opponent from attacking you. This can buy us at least 30 seconds, enough time for you to retrieve the smoke bomb and create enough smoke for us to leave."

Scott grabbed Schiller's neck and gritted his teeth and said: "You'd better have this method. You should know that if the escort mission is likely to fail completely, we have the right to directly kill the escorted object."

At this time, Batman had almost walked in front of the two people. He knew that as long as he took two more steps forward, he would reach the right position for violent rescue.

At this time, Schiller, with his head down, still murmured in that vague voice:

"I know, I know... You always want to find a weakness in me, but you have never succeeded, so before this, I did not use such despicable means..."

"You asked for it, Batman."

Then, Schiller tilted his head slightly, revealing the side of his neck, and whispered in Scott's ear with a devilish smile:

"See the scar on the side of my neck? Aim there and give me a knife."

"The farther the blood splashes, the safer you are."

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