mtl008 Chapter 2311 Gotham Music Chapter (5)
Chapter 2311 Gotham Music Chapter (5)
Chapter 2311 Gotham Music Festival (Fifty)
"You still have a label?" Bat looked at Bruce in surprise and said, "Are you really into rap? Are you serious?"
"Heh." Bruce sneered and gave Christopher a "hi, bro" look. Christopher immediately reached out and bumped fists with him. He looked at Batman and said, "Even if you don't listen to rap, you must have heard of the name of the Gotham bloke who has been so popular recently."
"Do you think the news that the famous Gotham kid is Bruce Wayne himself will make my new album a huge hit?"
"Hey!" Bruce immediately raised his voice and pointed at Christopher. Christopher laughed and said with the unique rhythm of black people: "I know you have to save this explosive headline for your hot little reporter or big star girlfriend, you damn enviable rich man!"
"Oh——" Everyone shouted together with an upturned tone at the end.
Although Batboy hardly listens to rap, he has heard local tourists talk about this recently popular Gotham kid at banquets and while eating in restaurants. Many people are still singing classic passages from his songs, especially the chorus part with a strong Gothic style but a very catchy melody.
"So you are really into music?" Bei Bat said, looking at Bruce's profile.
"I have so much free time, what else can I do if not make music?" Bruce shrugged and said in a brisk tone, "In fact, this is also developing Gotham's tourism industry. Previously, I held a punk music exchange party based on the music club of Gotham University. The response was very good, and many niche music lovers paid attention to this place."
“Next, I plan to establish an independent Gotham Art website. I think we lack such a forum for niche art lovers, and I am confident that I can make it the best in the industry and attract many niche art lovers.”
Bruce put his other leg on his lap and said, "You know, Gotham is naturally a great place for niche art. The people here are very receptive to all kinds of art, and they themselves are even part of certain performance and site-based art."
“It is also easy to inspire creative inspiration 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 of surprises is enough to make up for the shock I get. It's absurd and lively, and 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 lacked the flow and sway of seaside culture. But Gotham is not like that. They are like natural huge waves."
Beibat had obviously experienced a similar atmosphere, but no one had ever summarized it this way. He suddenly discovered that these rappers, whom he didn't often come into contact with, had a more abstract understanding of certain things. That wasn't to say they were inaccurate, just from a different perspective. And because they stood between the abstract and the concrete, their expressions were always easier to understand, unlike many artists whose speeches were always confusing.
Batman had to admit that he was getting into it. He looked at Bruce and said, "You said you wanted to create a Gotham label. That's a really bold idea. What do you want to use as the theme?"
"Gotham itself, of course, and, you know, the Bat."
On the first floor, Oliver followed the blood trail to the deck and saw three bodies there. He could imagine what happened without even analyzing the wounds. In short, Schiller knocked them down with one move each.
Schiller must be not far from here. As soon as this thought appeared in Oliver's mind, he saw a dark shadow 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 behind him, and it was obvious that Schiller was planning to do so.
The shadow disappeared in an instant, and Oliver had no way of seeing his movements clearly. Even if the moonlight on the deck was brighter, Oliver would have no way of reading his movement trajectory and stopping him.
Oliver immediately turned and ran away.
Of course, he also thought of the tactics that Beibat had thought of before. Since Schiller had already moved, it was almost impossible for Oliver to stand still and turn around to face him. Oliver rushed into the cabin and saw Schiller standing where he had originally stood.
He came to a position three meters behind Oliver without knowing when. If Oliver still stood there stupidly, the countdown would be over and the hunt would begin.
Fortunately, Oliver reacted very quickly. He rolled in the cabin and shot two hidden arrows through the gap of the window that had just been opened. His purpose was not to injure Schiller, but just to attract his attention.
Batman said before that Schiller is almost invisible when he has not locked onto a target, but judging from his previous behavior, he should be able to hear sounds. When in the jungle, Green Arrow often uses this trick to attract the attention of large beasts.
Hearing the footsteps fading away, Oliver breathed a sigh of relief. The Batman who had come down earlier was nowhere to be found. He might have been seriously injured or distracted by something else and was not in the area now. So he had to take on the task of delaying Schiller himself.
Schiller lost control, but he didn't completely lose his mind. I guess the sound attraction trick can only be used once or twice...
When he thought of this, Oliver suddenly found that the sea breeze blowing from behind him had weakened slightly.
No! Schiller is fast!!!
The moment Oliver lunged forward, the sharp harpoon that was supposed to have pierced his chest pierced his calf. Oliver let out a scream and instinctively turned around to fire the hidden arrow.
Before pressing the switch, Oliver forced his fingers to stop, flipped over on the spot, and kicked the harpoon with one foot, but did not knock Schiller's weapon down. He then made a second thrust.
Oliver raised his legs, exerted force on his back, and stood up with a somersault, but staggered again because of the pain in his calves.
It was during this brief one-second pause that Schiller swung his fork again, breaking the glass. The glass fragments flew onto Oliver's face, leaving several bloody marks on his cheek.
Oliver held onto the door frame and went around again, but Schiller jumped out directly from the window frame, blocking Oliver's way to wait for Schiller to come out of the door and then jump back out of the window. Oliver had no choice but to run straight forward.
This time, something went wrong. Oliver discovered that Schiller was now much faster than when he just lost control, even twice as fast, and was still increasing.
Oliver was distracted thinking about what caused this increase and had no time to listen to the frequency of the footsteps behind him. So when he reacted, the footsteps chasing him had disappeared for a while.
Wow!
The glass above his head shattered, and the harpoon, flashing with a cold light, pierced straight into Oliver's shoulder, almost piercing him from the side. Oliver fell sideways and could no longer feel his entire left arm.
Just as he was about to stand up, he found that his calf, which had been pierced by the harpoon, began to feel numb, a sign of excessive blood loss.
Oliver curled up on the ground, but his waist was not strong enough to stand up directly, so he knelt on the ground, but the next second the ankle of his uninjured leg was grabbed.
The harpoon was raised high, but Oliver's injured leg suddenly exerted force and kicked Schiller's ankle. The harpoon deviated slightly and pierced Oliver's armpit.
Oliver looked at the harpoon with some horror as it penetrated the surface of the deck and even pierced most of it.
Schiller didn't bother trying to pull out the harpoon; he simply grabbed Oliver's uninjured ankle.
Swish!
Oliver was thrown out and spun like a high-speed gyroscope close to the ground. He 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 coming 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 swimming pool behind him. Oliver used up his last bit of strength to climb to the lifebuoy and held on to it tightly with both arms.
The next second, the spikes of the marlin mask pierced the place where Oliver had been lying before. Oliver was pulled up and saw Schiller standing in a pool of blood, looking up at him.
boom!
In the darkness, a bullet hit Schiller, dazzling with blood-red, and Oliver yelled, "NO!!!!"
boom!boom!
The muzzle flashes kept appearing, and Oliver was about to let go and jump down, but at this time Black Canary and Natasha grabbed his arms on the left and right and pulled him up from the railing.
Oliver, who fell to the ground, saw two agents holding guns in very professional postures squatting at the corner of the cabin behind the deck, kneeling on their knees, holding guns in both hands and aiming directly at Schiller. All three shots hit Schiller, and two of them hit the torso.
The impact of the bullet made Schiller move forward like a leaf in the wind. He took a step forward, then another step forward, and swayed on the spot.
Oliver tried hard 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 pulled out her gun.
boom!
Her shooting skills were obviously much better than those of the two agents. One of them fell down with one shot, and the other one didn't dare to show his head.
Schiller on the deck disappeared.
The heartbeat sounded once, twice, and before the third beat came, a scream was heard.
"what!!!!!!"
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. He moved there in less than two seconds, which was almost on par with the world sprint record.
But the problem is that the record was broken by an athlete in prime condition. Schiller had been shot at least five times, had killed or seriously injured ten people in the fight before, and had just been kicked hard in the ankle by Oliver. How did he rush over at such a fast speed?
"Go back...to the second floor, go back." Oliver said, "Quick!"
After closing the lyrics book in his hand, 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, and asked: "Why is Schiller getting stronger and stronger?"
"This has to start with why Morbid Schiller is so strong."
(End of this chapter)