Chapter 2318 Gotham Music Festival (Fifty)

Chapter 2311 Gotham Music Festival (50)

"You still have a label?" Beibao looked at Bruce in surprise and said, "Are you really into rap? Seriously?"

"Ha." Bruce sneered and gave Christopher a look of "hi, bro" next to him. Christopher immediately reached out and punched him, looked at Beiba and said: " Even if you don’t listen to rap, you’ve probably heard of the famous Gotham bloke.”

"You think the news that the famous Gotham boy is Bruce Wayne himself is a giveaway, will it make my new album popular?"

"Hey!" Bruce immediately raised his voice and pointed at Christopher. Christopher laughed and said with a unique black rhythm: "I know you have to leave this hot headline to your hot one. Young reporter or big star girlfriend, you damn enviable rich guy!”

"Oh——" Everyone shouted together with an upward pitch.

Although Beiba hardly listens to rap, he had heard local tourists talk about this recently popular Gotham boy at banquets and restaurants, and many of them sang classic passages from his songs. , especially the chorus part with a strong gothic style, but the melody is very brainwashing.

"So you really do music?" Beiba said, looking at Bruce's side face.

"I have so much free time, what would I do if I didn't engage in music?" Bruce shrugged and said in a brisk tone: "In fact, this is also developing Gotham's tourism industry. Previously, I held events based on the music club of Gotham University. We held a punk music exchange gathering, and the response was very good, and many niche music fans paid attention to it. ”

"The next step is to establish an independent Gotham art website. I think we lack such a forum for niche art lovers, and I am confident that it will be the first in the industry and attract many niche art lovers."

Bruce changed his leg and put it on his lap and said: "You know, Gotham is naturally an excellent soil for niche art. The people here have a very high ability to accept all kinds of art, even themselves It is also part of certain performance and field art.”

“It’s also easy to inspire creators’ genius here because it has the most unique history, architecture and urban atmosphere.”

"I have to agree with you on this." Christopher made a rap gesture and said: "Every day here is an adventure, but the difference is that the joy in the surprise is enough to make up for the fright I received. Ridiculous and lively, it always stimulates my senses and gives me new ideas.”

"It's also easy to get lost in thought." Tupac nodded and said, "I used to think that the East Coast was too fast-paced and too noisy. They were like water guns, turning stress into aggression, but lacking the flow of coastal culture. And swaying, but that's not the case in Gotham, they're like natural waves."

Beibao had obviously experienced a similar atmosphere, but no one had summed it up like this. He suddenly discovered that these rappers whom he did not often come into contact with had a more abstract understanding of certain things, but it was not that it was inaccurate, it was just from a different perspective. And because they stand between abstraction and figuration, their expressions are always easier to understand, unlike many artists whose speech is always cloudy.

Baybat had to admit that he was gradually getting into it. He looked at Bruce and said, "You said you wanted to create a Gotham label. This idea is really bold. What do you want to use as the theme?"

"Gotham itself, of course, and, you know, the Bats."

On the first floor, Oliver followed the blood trail to the deck and saw three corpses here. He could figure out the situation without even analyzing the wounds. In short, Schiller knocked them down with one move each.

Schiller must not be far from here. When this idea just appeared in Oliver's mind, he saw a black figure standing behind the deck chair.

Where did that Batman go? Oliver couldn't help but have a bad feeling. Because the deck was too empty, even if he didn't turn his back to Schiller, Schiller could come up behind him, and it was obvious that Schiller was planning to do so.

The black shadow disappeared in an instant, and Oliver could not see his movements at all. Even if the moonlight on the deck was brighter, Oliver could not read his movement trajectory and stop him.

Oliver immediately turned and ran away.

Of course, he had also thought of the tactics that Beiba had thought of before. Now that Schiller had moved, it was almost impossible to stand on the spot and turn around to face him. Oliver swooped into the cabin, and sure enough, he saw Schiller stood where he originally stood.

He didn't know when he came to a position three meters behind Oliver. If Oliver still stood there stupidly, the countdown was up, and the hunting was about to begin.

Fortunately, Oliver reacted very quickly. He rolled in the cabin and shot two sleeve arrows along the gap of the window that had just been opened. The purpose was not to injure Schiller, but to attract his attention.

The Batman said before that Schiller was almost invisible when not targeting his target, but judging from his previous behavior, he should be able to hear sounds. When in the jungle, Green Arrow often used This move attracts the attention of those large beasts.

Hearing the footsteps fading away, Oliver breathed a sigh of relief. The Batman who came down before was nowhere to be found. The other party may have been seriously injured, or may have been distracted by other things, and is not in this area now, so It was up to him to hold off Schiller.

Schiller lost control, but not completely lost his mind. He probably could only use the sound to attract people once or twice...

When thinking of this, Oliver suddenly found that the sea breeze blowing from behind him had slightly weakened.

No! Schiller was very fast!!!

The moment Oliver rushed forward, the sharp harpoon that was supposed to be inserted into his chest was inserted into his calf. Oliver screamed and instinctively turned around to fire the hidden arrow.

Before pressing the switch, Oliver stopped his fingers forcibly, turned flat on the spot, and kicked the harpoon with one foot, but did not knock Schiller's weapon down. Then there was a second thrust.

Oliver raised his legs, exerted force on his back, and stood up directly with a carp jump, but stumbled again because of the pain in his calf.

It was this short one-second pause that Schiller stabbed again, breaking the glass. The glass fragments splashed on Oliver's face, leaving several bloody marks on his cheek.

Oliver held onto the door frame and went around again, but Schiller jumped out of the window frame directly, blocking Oliver's way to wait for Schiller to come out of the door and then jump back out of the window. There was no choice but to run straight forward.

This run went wrong. Oliver found that Schiller was now much faster than when he just lost control, even twice as fast, and it was still growing.

Oliver was distracted thinking about what caused this growth, but he had no time to listen to the frequency of the footsteps behind him, so when he reacted, the footsteps behind him had disappeared for a while.

Crash!

The glass above his head shattered, and the harpoon flashing with cold light pierced Oliver's shoulder straight, almost piercing him from the side. Oliver fell sideways and could no longer feel his entire left arm.

He just wanted to stand up with force, and found that his calf, which had been pierced by the harpoon before, began to numb, which was a sign of excessive blood loss.

Oliver curled up on the ground, but his waist strength was not enough for him to stand up directly, so he knelt on the ground, but the next second his uninjured ankle was grabbed.

The harpoon was raised high, but Oliver's injured leg suddenly exerted force and kicked Schiller's ankle. The harpoon was slightly off and pierced Oliver's armpit.

Oliver looked at the harpoon that penetrated the surface of the deck and even pierced most of it with horror.

Schiller did not make an effort to pull out the harpoon, he directly grabbed Oliver's uninjured ankle.

Swish!

Oliver, who was thrown out, was like a high-speed gyroscope spinning close to the ground, and hit the bucket at the other end of the deck with a bang. The cold water with ice cubes poured on him, and Oliver was completely frozen.

But at this moment, he heard a shout from the edge of the railing on the second floor. He looked up and found that it was Black Canary.

Black Canary threw down the lifebuoy with a rope from the pool behind him. Oliver used up his last bit of strength to climb to the lifebuoy and grabbed it tightly with both arms.

The next second, the spikes of the marlin mask pierced where Oliver had been lying before. Oliver, who was pulled up, saw Schiller standing in a pool of blood and looking up at him.

Bang!

In the darkness, a bullet hit Schiller, and the blood was dazzling red. Oliver shouted: "No!!!!"

Bang! Bang!

The muzzle flashed continuously, and Oliver was about to let go and jump down immediately, but at this time Black Canary and Natasha grabbed his arms on the left and right, and forcibly pulled him up from the railing.

Oliver, who fell to the ground, saw two agents squatting at the corner of the cabin behind the deck with very professional gun postures, kneeling on their knees, holding guns with both hands and aiming straight at Schiller, all three shots hit, and two shots hit the torso.

The impact of the bullet made Schiller like a leaf in the wind, he took a step forward, then another step forward, and swayed on the spot.

Oliver tried to support his body and said to Black Canary and Natasha in a hoarse voice: "Stop them, stop them, don't let them shoot!!!"

Natasha also took out a gun.

Bang!

Her shooting skills were obviously much better than those two agents. One person fell down after one shot, and the other dared not show his head.

Schiller on the deck disappeared.

The heartbeat sounded once and twice, and before the third beat sounded, a scream came.

"Ah!!!!!!"

Black Canary and Natasha looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes. Schiller was standing at least 30 meters away from the corner of the cabin. It took less than two seconds to move there, which was almost the same as the world sprint record.

But the problem is that the record was broken by an athlete in full condition. Schiller was shot at least five times, killed or seriously injured ten people in the fight, and was just kicked hard by Oliver in the ankle. How did he rush over so fast?

"Go back... to the second floor, go back." Oliver said, "Quick!"

Closing the lyrics book in his hand, Bei Bat looked at Bruce and said, "I think your whole entertainment construction plan is good. If possible, I can also try it in my city, so that we can learn from each other and exchange experiences."

Bruce nodded.

"Then let's talk about Schiller now." Bei Bat finally remembered the business, he asked, "Why is Schiller getting stronger and stronger?"

"This has to start with why the pathological Schiller is so strong."