Chapter 2310 Gotham Music Festival (Part 42)

Chapter 2303 Gotham Music Festival (42)

Natasha didn't say another word. Something in her eyes made Black Canary feel chills on her back. She had seen Oliver show this look occasionally, but in the end nothing happened.

Natasha looked down at the body.

"He's one of theirs," Black Canary explained.

"who?"

"Confess Cartel." Contrary to Natasha's expectation, Black Canary did not say FBI. Black Canary fiddled with the pistol in her hand and said, "I originally thought they were from the FBI, but the FBI They don’t use this kind of pistol, they have more professional equipment.”

Natasha took a look and found that it was obviously not a standard pistol, and it was very old. It looked like pistols with different degrees of wear and tear assembled together. It was the type still used by mercenaries and killers, especially in Latin America. .

"It works." Natasha said nothing, picked up the other end of the body and said, "Throw him down first."

"Throw it into the sea?"

Natasha rolled her eyes and said, "Throw it on the deck so that the people below can stay in the cabin and stop running around. This is good for us all."

The two men carried the body along the staff passage to the second floor, came to the observation deck on the second floor, and threw the body directly along the edge of the railing.

boom!

After the body landed on the ground, Natasha clapped her hands and was about to speak when there was a click and the entire ship lost power.

In the darkness, Black Canary was obviously a little panicked, but Natasha sighed and said, "It seems they are determined to keep us in the sea forever, at least the important ones among us."

"Who pulled the switch?" Black Canary asked.

"Who else? Them." Natasha looked back and said: "I heard more than one scream before, the FBI went to pull the switch, the drug dealers killed people indiscriminately, created chaos, and then solved the problem in the chaos. All goals have been solved, this should be the backup plan after the first plan fails.”

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I have to confirm the safety of an important person first." Natasha looked at Black Canary and said, "You should be here to protect Oliver, so protect him. If nothing happens, things will turn around soon. "

After saying that, Natasha left. She did not go through the cramped employee passage because the narrow and dark space was not conducive to combat after the power was cut off, so she took the main stairs directly to the third floor.

The third floor was very quiet at this time, because the stairwells of the two side stairs were blocked by dumped debris, making it impossible for ordinary people to get up. However, those with ulterior motives thought that there was no one on the third floor and were busy looking for them on the second floor. Target, almost all the rooms here are empty.

Following the light, Natasha came to the room where Schiller was resting. As soon as she walked to the door, she saw Beibat.

"How is it?" Natasha asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing serious. It's mainly due to seasickness and excessive blood loss. Now that the blood has been transfused back, I should wake up soon."

"What should I do if I get seasick? I didn't find any seasickness medicine."

Beibao shook his head and said: "There will be no seasickness medicine here. They have no intention of serving any tourists at all. This is a hunting ground used by some people to hunt. Get all the difficult people together and let them Buried in the sea."

"Stop exploring the reason and think of a solution first. They cut off the power on the ship and seem to be planning to kill the targets one by one."

At this time, shouts came from the room. Bei Bat walked in and came out quickly, holding something in his hand.

Natasha leaned over and took a look and said, "Isn't this that strange aerosol medicine bottle? Do you know what medicine is in it?"

Bei Bat lowered his head and said, "It seems that it just fell to the ground and was damaged. It needs to be dismantled and repaired anyway. Let me take a look..."

He took apart the outer metal part in a few clicks. After opening it, he saw that it was a standard inhalation aerosol pill bottle with small protruding letters printed on the end of the bottle.

Bei Bat squinted his eyes and read it carefully, then said: "This should be ordinary asthma medicine, but the bottle has traces of secondary packaging. He may have mixed other things into it."

"What will it be?"

"You'll know when you smell it."

Natasha grabbed Beiba's wrist and said, "You're crazy. Do you dare to suck what Schiller sucks?"

"What's wrong? It's just medicine. As long as the amount is not large, it's fine."

Natasha opened her mouth and closed it again. She couldn't say that Schiller's body was just a mist. It was not strange to inhale anything. Some of the things in it were particularly powerful.

Bei Bat took the medicine bottle and sprayed it lightly, fanned it with his hand and smelled it, then stumbled backwards.

Natasha helped him with quick eyesight and quick hands. Beibei shook his head and said, "God, how much tranquillizer did he add to it?"

"Is there stability in this?"

"To be precise, it's more like anesthesia." Beiba raised his eyelids and said, "Keep it away, this thing may affect my thinking efficiency."

Natasha had no choice but to take the medicine bottle from his hand. At this time, the other two Batmans came out. The Batman of the main universe looked at the data display of the Batcomputer on his arm and said: "No problem, in three minutes." Just wake up and have a good rest."

After saying that, the three Batmans walked out together. Natasha then grabbed Bruce and said, "Wait, where are you going?"

"There's still a lot of mess down there." Bruce sighed and said, "No one can leave unless we drive the boat back. We have to find a way to solve the trouble."

Natasha also sighed. She was more anxious than others, but she had no choice. Then she asked: "How is Schiller? Do you need to let him take medicine?"

"He brought his own medicine." Batman from the main universe said: "The bottle contains high-concentration sedative medicine, which is good for his current mental state. If he wakes up, give him the bottle and take two more puffs. Just get some sleep."

After the three Batmans left, Natasha looked thoughtfully at the medicine bottle in her hand.

She walked into the room. The curtains were drawn in the bedroom, with only a desk lamp casting a dim shadow on the wall.

It was surprisingly quiet here. The chaos and bustle downstairs had nothing to do with it at the moment. Natasha moved a chair and sat down at the head of the bed. Schiller was sleeping deeply on the bed.

Natasha began to recall some things. Her life was much longer than that of ordinary people, and she had many more memory fragments. When she recalled it, it was particularly complicated.

But it was nothing more than the sunny summer in Stalingrad, the cold and bleak autumn in the Red House, the dry and chilly spring in Moscow, and the long winter in Siberia.

My memories after coming to New York are always very vague. Missions, banquets, battles, these tense and serious days of life and death should have carved deeper marks on my soul, but they all passed by like water ripples, never reaching the bottom. .

Every girl who came out of that land lost those sacred, serious, solemn, and sad things. In the days to come, even the frozen soil that did not melt all year round became the most memorable part.

Natasha thought endlessly, her thoughts drifting away until Schiller slowly woke up.

Natasha stood up and helped him put pillows up. After a pause, she put the medicine bottle into his hand and asked, "Are you okay? How do you feel?"

Schiller closed his eyes and shook his head, indicating that he was fine. The blood made his heart beat vigorously again, and his mind was particularly clear. It was obvious that Batman had injected him with some kind of healing injection, which made his physiology The pain subsided briefly.

Schiller turned to look at Natasha, but showed a surprised expression. Natasha was stunned for a moment, and then realized that her emotions might have been completely out of control, at least at that moment.

Then she laughed and said, "You have to take responsibility for the results of your treatment, doctor. Is that what you wanted for a female agent to be so sensual?"

"It's my pleasure."

This made Natasha realize that it was not greed that was speaking, so she sat back in her seat and said: "I heard about Oliver from a young girl named Black Canary. He did this under your influence. Yes, right?"

"I'm afraid not." Schiller turned his head back and looked at the ceiling with somewhat distracted eyes and said: "He is destined to do this. Every one of us is like this. We will eventually make a surprisingly similar decision when it is time to make a decision. Decide."

Natasha began to be distracted again, but Schiller turned around and said, "But I have to admit that this is also one of the results of my treatment. As you said, I am responsible for the results of my own treatment."

"Are you here to help Oliver?"

"So, but I don't think he needs my help."

"He is in danger now." Natasha said: "Where did the guy with the green light just go? He looks very strong."

"Very discerning, madam, but he has more important things to do. It is important to appease the people and save people, but we cannot let the man behind the scenes go."

"Superman is here too?"

"The two of them are together. More importantly, Clark will not recognize Batman if he doesn't recognize anyone. He knows that there are three Batmans here, enough to deal with any kind of disaster."

"I'm afraid it's more than that."

"Clarke is very angry. Of course he will be very angry. Although he is not a human being, he is on the side of humanity more than most humans and cannot allow someone to be so unscrupulous."

"Then the mastermind behind the scenes is in trouble."

"certainly."

The two fell silent, and the expression on Natasha's face gradually changed. She didn't seem to be under any pressure, but she seemed to be about to break the tight string.

"Did you just want to throw away my medicine?"

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Natasha let out a breath and sank completely. She put her hands on the edge of the chair, lowered her head and said, "It's just a thought."

"You almost put it into practice, because you know that as soon as I lose control, this whole boat of damn agents and drug dealers will be destroyed. You want them to die in front of you now, and the more miserable they are, the better."

Natasha's Adam's apple moved up and down greatly, and the muscles in her neck trembled slightly. After a long silence, she closed her eyes and spoke.

"I was born ten years after the October Revolution. I was a talented agent named by Stalin himself. I witnessed this country's most glorious era, and then saw with my own eyes how it fell."

"When I was in the middle of this wave, I found that I could barely swim upstream, and I felt sad and despairing about it, thinking that this might be the end of the road."

"But maybe because I've lived so long, I've witnessed more events than other people, I remember more details, and I'm very aware of how certain things happened that shouldn't have happened."

Natasha almost gritted her teeth as she said: "You may wonder, if I am so loyal, why did I come to the United States and choose to stay, because I hate traitors more than my opponents."

"They should stay there to rot and disappear, and I will witness it all with my own eyes on the other side of the ocean, watching them being carried into coffins and eventually nailed to the pillar of shame. For a long time, this was my only motivation to live."

"I must admit that I was not very surprised when I heard that the trajectory of this world was different." Natasha shook her head and said, "Because although it means that the country can survive, it also means that some criminals will be raised to a height that does not belong to him, and they can even enjoy their old age. This is a shame for my father."

"But..." Natasha took a deep breath and said, "When I heard about Mexico, I... I don't know how to describe it."

Natasha's Adam's apple moved again and said, "People are always disappointed, but they never give up hope. The fire on one piece of land is extinguished, and the fire on another piece of land is burning again. This makes me feel a strong sadness, and I am at a loss and want to cry."

"One day, they will have their father. Their struggle will one day allow them to have nothing to complain about and just kiss the ground under their feet lovingly. I am even more shocked. This feeling is indescribable."

"But those things that shouldn't happen are still happening." Natasha's tone was full of murderous intent, "And Oliver Queen... he will not be their father because he is too cowardly."

"Another group of people on the other side of the ocean have long proved to them with their lives and the future of a tribe that there is no way out of weakness. If he can't accept the blood on his hands and always wants to solve it in a roundabout way, then they can only go the old way."

"It doesn't matter whether he killed people or not, but he must bear the cost of these lives, and then understand that this is the only solution to facing traitors, the only..."

Natasha's hands tightly grasped the leather on the chair. When she finally got rid of her emotions, she saw Schiller looking at her with a smile.

That smile was like an old friend in a faded and yellowed photo sealed in Natasha's memory. At that time, they were still in Minsk, with the cold blue sky of early winter above their heads and the dry and yellow fallen leaves of the bushes under their feet. The wind blew everyone's face red.

Schiller raised his arm, looked at the aerosol bottle in his hand and said, "Do you know what's in it?"

"Batman told me it's a tranquilizer."

"Then do you know why I need tranquilizer?"

Natasha looked at Schiller and shook her head.

Schiller suddenly raised his hand, and the aerosol bottle was thrown directly out of the window.

"You will know soon."

Natasha was stunned.

"You..."

Schiller's smile became softer.

"Now, run, lady."

Dangdangdong!