Chapter 2314 Gotham Music Festival (Forty-Six)

Chapter 2307 Gotham Music Festival (46)

After hearing the noise, Amanda, who had already panicked, wanted to turn around and run upstairs, but Oliver grabbed her and pulled her down the stairs by her wrist.

"Quiet, did you hear the gunshot just now?"

Amanda shook her head blankly.

"The guns fired by drug dealers." Oliver accurately judged: "They were using old guns, the rifling was badly worn, and the firing sound was different from the standard equipment worn by FBI agents, and was duller."

Amanda stopped, frowned and said, "They shot? Why did they shoot?"

"For them, sneaky assassinations are the best way. The disaster has not yet passed, and people dare not rush to other floors. As long as they target the people on the second floor and kill them, they can complete their goals and get gold coins at the same time." Oliver analyzed.

"If a gun is fired, the crowd on the first floor may rush to the second floor, and the second floor may rush to the next floor. The people will be completely chaotic, and it will not be convenient for them to lock the target." Amanda also reacted, she said: "So there's absolutely no way they would shoot if they didn't have to."

"So we have to go check out the first floor."

Amanda grabbed the armrest tightly and said: "Schiller went to the first floor, right?"

"How do you think I took you out?" Oliver looked around and said, "I threw you to the ground. I wanted to pull you away, but I found that you were unconscious. This means that if you don't hit me head-on, Fuck Schiller, I can't possibly bring you out."

"Just when I was ready to confront him head-on, a daredevil rushed up from the stairs. When he saw Schiller's body thrown there, he turned around and ran away in fright. Schiller chased him, so I could Move you safely."

Amanda frowned deeply. She seemed to have thought of something, but did not say it immediately, but she still nodded and said, "Let's go to the first floor. If it is as you said, Schiller has an anchor." "Well, this group of drug dealers are the best test subjects. You don't need to put yourself at risk. The two of us will observe together and we will definitely find out the clues."

Oliver nodded, and as he walked down, Amanda quickened her pace, came to his side, raised her eyebrows at him and said, "Thank you for saving me, but I will soon be under federal investigation." The Bureau is gone, so I’m afraid I can’t help you with your matter.”

"Don't be so absolute." Oliver stared at the dark corridor in front of him and said, "No one knows who the final winner is until the last moment."

In the corridor, a man with silver-gray hair, wearing a pink jacket and naughty pink sunglasses staggered across the corridor, and a figure followed him quickly.

Eduardo Flamingo, a former Gothamite, although he later left Gotham, during his drug trafficking career, he still relied on his identity as a Gothamite and his glorious resume of having lived in Arkham Asylum. gained a place among the cartels.

After joining this transnational criminal organization, he committed several major murders in the United States and two countries in order to compete for seats or get rewards, and would peel off the people's faces and eat them after each killing, a federal investigation The Bureau also called him the "Face-Eater". Although he committed many crimes, he always escaped justice.

It wasn't until he was chased by the head of the FBI's Special Crime Unit that he had to board the boat, only to find out that the Confessor Cartel had already made arrangements on the boat, which made him feel that joining this organization was a wise decision.

So Flamingo thought this was a good opportunity. Perhaps the life in Gotham had given him a crazy gene that was far beyond ordinary people. Others just wanted to kill him, but he wanted to capture him alive.

As long as he can catch an important person on the ship, he can show enough value to the Confessions Cartel or the FBI. This is an important opportunity for him to go further.

But because he was not on the ship with the mission, Flamingo did not know who the mission target was. However, because of the unclear relationship between the Penance Cartel and the FBI, Flamingo recognized the FBI on the first floor. An important agent hidden among the passengers-David Pedrige.

Flamingo tried every means to get the list out of David, and then he knew that Oliver Queen, a thorn in the side of the FBI and the US government, must be the most valuable target, and since the other party was desperate boat, then it must be on the second floor.

Ten minutes ago, Flamingo quietly climbed up the stairs to the second floor. He wanted to take advantage of the chaos to kidnap Oliver Queen.

Just as he walked up the stairs quietly, he saw a dark figure lying on the ground, which might be a corpse.

Flamingo didn't pay attention at first, thinking that his companions might have robbed him, but when he stepped onto the last step, under the moonlight, he saw David's face that had completely turned purple-black.

Flamengo's legs weakened and he turned around and ran away in a hurry. But as soon as he ran down two steps, he noticed that a black shadow appeared behind him at some point.

The other party was as silent as a ghost. Flamingo couldn't see clearly how he traveled half the distance of the corridor before suddenly appearing behind him.

The stunned flamenco stepped on the air and fell down the stairs. Then he felt a hand grabbing his ankle. He pulled his leg back like a reflex, and the next second his whole body was shaken. He stood up and hit the opposite wall with a bang.

Dizzy and dazed, Flamingo saw in the faint moonlight that it was a man wearing an octopus mask, and only lifeless gray eyes could be seen in the holes of the mask's eyes.

"Who are you?! I think we can talk..."

The man walked forward, and Flamingo was grabbed by the neck and lifted up. He rolled his eyes up and saw the man lifted the handle of the window above his head, and then pressed his neck against the window frame.

Thinking of David's death, Flamingo showed a horrified expression. He twisted his waist violently and wanted to smash the other party with his elbow.

Bang!

His neck was hit hard on the window frame, his eyeballs bulged, and his tongue bitten by the teeth made him spit out a large mouthful of blood. He screamed vaguely: "No!!!! No!!!!!!"

Just then, a whooshing sound came, and Flamingo felt something hit the wall. He tried to turn his head and saw a figure rushing over from the stairs on the side of Schiller's palm.

"Let him go!"

The voice was young but firm, but it did not attract the attention of the owner of the hand at all, and the window was still being raised.

"Save me... Save me!!! Help!!!!" Flamingo screamed heartbreakingly. Although he used a lot of strength, the blow just now completely tore his neck and shoulder muscles, and his mandible was broken, so the voice was unclear and not loud.

Flamingo's head and face were covered with blood, and he looked at the window that was about to fall in horror. Suddenly, there was another bang. Flamingo felt that he was pulled to the other side. It was not until his nose hit the side of the window that he realized that someone attacked the murderer.

He hurriedly pushed away everything on his body and pulled out the gun with trembling hands. In the blood-red vision, he didn't know who the two people who were wrestling with each other were, and bang was a shot.

The bullet passed through the muscles and bones, blooming a tiny blood flower. The young man let out a low cry of pain, and his originally strong arm instantly lost its strength due to pain for a moment.

At that moment, he was grabbed by the neck and thrown out, hitting the wall hard and sliding down, with the shot arm hanging weakly to the side.

"Schiller! Schiller..." a young voice shouted.

Bang!

Another shot hit Schiller's left shoulder. He turned his back to Flamingo who was shooting, staggered forward a step, and was stunned by Bei Bat who fell to the ground.

"Don't shoot!!!!" he roared.

Bang!

Another shot, empty.

Schiller disappeared in an instant, or rather, he came to Flamingo at a very fast speed, grabbed his wrist and twisted it violently, and with another swish, the spikes of the marlin mask pierced into his ribs along his wrist and arm.

Flamingo screamed, not caring about the pistol that fell into Schiller's arms, and used all his strength to break free from Schiller's grip, turned around and ran like crazy, all the way to the first floor.

Schiller chased after him.

Flamingo limped while holding his wound. Schiller didn't even look at the gunshot wound on his left shoulder. He just grabbed the straps of the marlin mask with his hand and walked forward quickly with steady and powerful steps.

Flamingo had already used all his strength to escape, but he found that he couldn't get rid of Schiller no matter what. He looked back while running. The blood was flowing more and more from the place where the bullet hit, dyeing half of the red shawl dark red.

But Schiller seemed to feel no pain, and didn't care about the wound at all. His speed was getting faster and faster.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps...

Ta... Ta... Ta, Ta, Ta, Ta, Ta Ta Ta---

Swish! The spikes pierced out, and Flamingo rolled over suddenly, but the next second he was grabbed by the ankle again, and was dragged down with a snap, and his upper body fell heavily to the ground.

Oliver and Amanda at the end of the corridor saw Flamingo's pink sunglasses fall to the ground and smashed to pieces in an instant. He was covered in blood and tried to grab the ground with both hands. His completely broken jawbone made him only let out a weak sob from his throat, but he still couldn't change his fate of being dragged away.

The blood from the wound under his ribs left a long trail of blood on the road he passed by. The desire to survive made him use his nails to dig into every crack in the ground until all the nails were left in it, leaving ten blood marks on his ten fingers.

Schiller turned around and grabbed Flamingo's ankles like dragging a corpse, dragging him through the corridor, turning a corner, and came to the door of the cold storage at the end of the employee passage.

After the power outage, the cold storage was no longer in operation, but in order to prevent the gate from being unable to open due to energy supply problems, there was a manual noose next to the cold storage door.

Schiller threw Flamingo to the ground, stepped on his neck with his foot to prevent him from escaping, and opened the glass door of the manual noose.

The noose was slowly turned, the cold storage door was opened, and a fierce cold invaded.

Schiller grabbed Flamingo's neck and threw him under the cold storage door. Flamingo turned over, and without the clamp, he wanted to get up from the ground in a daze.

Suddenly, he saw the door above slowly falling.

"No... No... No!!!!!!"

Bang!

Sizzle!

The abdominal cavity was frozen by the low temperature on the door into an eternal firework of flesh and internal organs, and the two legs outside the door were like two people cuddling together for warmth.