mtl008 Chapter 2307 Gotham Music Chapter (46)
Chapter 2307 Gotham Music Chapter (46)
Chapter 2307 Gotham Music Festival (Forty-Six)
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 drug dealers fired the guns." Oliver made an accurate judgment: "They used old guns with badly worn rifling. The firing sound is different from the standard equipment worn by FBI agents. It is more dull."
Amanda stopped and frowned. "They shot? Why did they shoot?"
"For them, stealthy assassination is the best way. The disaster has not yet passed, and people dare not rush to other floors. They just need to target the people on the second floor and kill them, and they can achieve their goal and get the gold coins at the same time," Oliver analyzed.
"If they open fire, the people on the first floor may rush to the second floor, and the people on the second floor may run to the first floor, and the crowd will be completely confused, making it difficult for them to lock on to their targets." Amanda also reacted and said, "So they would never open fire unless it was necessary."
"So we have to go to the first floor and check it out."
Amanda clutched the handrail tightly and said, "Schiller went to the first floor, right?"
"How do you think I got you out?" Oliver looked around and said, "I threw you to the ground and wanted to drag you away, but I found that you were unconscious. This means that if I didn't knock Schiller down head-on, I couldn't get you out."
"Just when I was ready to confront him head-on, a daredevil rushed up the stairs. When he saw the body that Schiller had left there, he turned and ran away in fear. Schiller chased him, and I was able to transfer you safely."
Amanda frowned deeply. She seemed to have thought of something but didn't say it immediately. She nodded and said, "Let's go to the first floor. If Schiller has an anchor point as you said, then these drug dealers are the best test subjects. You don't have to risk your life. We can observe together and we will definitely find clues."
Oliver nodded, and as he walked down, Amanda quickened her pace and came to his side. She raised her eyebrows at him and said, "Thank you for saving me, but I will be leaving the FBI soon, 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, "Until the last moment, no one knows who the final winner will be."
In the corridor, a man with silver-gray hair, wearing a pink jacket and flashy pink sunglasses staggered through the corridor, while a figure followed quickly behind him.
Eduardo Flamingo, a former Gotham resident, later left Gotham, but during his drug trafficking career, he still relied on his identity as a Gotham resident and his glorious resume of having lived in Arkham Asylum to gain a place in the Confession Cartel.
After joining this transnational criminal organization, he committed several major murders in both countries of the United States in order to compete for a position or to obtain rewards. After each killing, he would peel off the person's face and eat it. The FBI also called him the "Face Eater". Despite his numerous crimes, he has always been at large.
It was not until he was chased by the head of the FBI's special crime team and forced to board the ship that he discovered that the Confession Cartel had already made arrangements on the ship, which made him feel that joining this organization was a wise decision.
So Flamingo thought this was a good opportunity. Perhaps his previous life in Gotham gave him genes that were far crazier than those of ordinary people. Others just wanted to kill him, but he wanted to capture him alive.
As long as he could capture an important figure on the ship, he would be able to demonstrate enough value in front of the cartel and the FBI. This would be an important opportunity for him to make a further step.
But because he was not on the ship with a mission, Flamingo did not know who the target of the mission was. However, due to the unclear relationship between the Confession Cartel and the FBI, Flamingo recognized an important FBI agent hidden among the passengers on the first floor - David Pedrici.
Flamingo tried every means to get the list from 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. Since the other party had no other choice but to board the ship, he 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.
As he tiptoed up the stairs, he saw a dark figure lying on the ground. It might be a corpse.
Flamingo didn't care at first, thinking that it might be his companions who were committing robbery, but when he stepped onto the last step, in the moonlight, he saw David's face that had turned completely purple and black.
Flamingo's legs went weak and he turned around and ran away in panic, but just as he ran down two steps, he found that a dark shadow had appeared behind him at some point.
The other party was silent, like a ghost. Flamingo couldn't see how he traveled half the corridor and appeared behind him so suddenly.
Flamingo, who was distracted, missed a step and fell down the stairs. Then he felt a hand grabbing his ankle. He pulled his leg back reflexively. The next second, he was swung up and hit the opposite wall with a bang.
Dizzy and dazed, Flamingo used the faint moonlight to see that it was a man wearing an octopus mask. Only lifeless gray eyes could be seen through the eye holes of the mask.
"Who are you?! I thought we could talk..."
The man walked forward and Flamingo was grabbed by the neck and lifted up. He rolled his eyes upward and saw the man lifted the handle of the window above his head and pressed his neck against the window frame.
Thinking of David's death, Flamingo showed a horrified expression. He twisted his waist violently, trying to knock the other person away with his elbow.
boom!
His neck was hit hard against the window frame, his eyeballs bulged, and his tongue, which was bitten by the shaking teeth, made him spit out a large mouthful of blood. He screamed vaguely: "No!!!! No!!!!!!"
At this moment, there was a whooshing sound, and Flamingo felt something hitting the wall. He tried to turn his head and saw from the side of Schiller's palm that a figure was rushing towards the stairs.
"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, shoulders and shoulder muscles, and his mandible was also broken, so his voice was unclear and not loud.
Flamingo's head and face were covered in blood. He looked at the window that was about to fall in horror. Suddenly, there was another bang. Flamingo felt himself being pulled to the other side. It was not until his nose hit the side of the window that he realized that someone had attacked the murderer.
He quickly 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 fighting were, and just fired a shot.
The bullet passed through the muscles and bones, creating a tiny flower of blood. The young man let out a low cry of pain, and his originally strong arm instantly lost its strength due to the pain.
At this moment, he was grabbed by the neck and thrown out, hitting the wall heavily and sliding down, with his shot arm hanging limply to the side.
"Schiller! Schiller ..." cried a young voice.
boom!
Another shot hit Schiller's left shoulder. He turned his back to Flamingo who had fired the shot, and staggered forward a step, and was stunned by Beibat who fell to the ground.
"Don't shoot!!!!" he yelled.
boom!
Another shot, nothing.
Schiller disappeared in an instant, or rather, he came in front of Flamingo at an extremely fast speed, grabbed his wrist that was shooting and twisted it violently. With another swish, the spikes of the tuna mask pierced into his ribs along his wrist and arm.
Flamingo let out a scream, and without caring about the pistol that fell into Schiller's arms, he 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 gave chase.
Flamingo limped while covering 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 tried his best to escape, but he found that he could not get rid of Schiller no matter what. While running away, he looked back and saw that the blood was flowing more and more from the place where he was hit by the bullet, dyeing half of the red shawl deep 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...
Tick…tick…tick, tick, tick, tick, tick-tick-tick—
Swish! The spikes stabbed out, and Flamingo rolled over suddenly, but the next second his ankle was grabbed again, and he was dragged down with a snap, and his upper body hit the ground heavily.
Oliver and Amanda at the end of the corridor saw Flamingo's pink sunglasses fall to the ground and shattered into pieces in an instant. He was covered in blood and tried to grab the ground with both hands. His completely shattered jawbone made it so that he could 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. The desire to survive made him dig into every crack in the ground with his fingernails until all the nails were left in them, leaving ten blood marks on his ten fingers.
Schiller turned around, grabbed Flamingo's ankle and dragged him across the corridor like a corpse, turned 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, put his foot on his neck 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 air invaded.
Schiller grabbed Flamingo's neck and threw him under the cold storage door. Flamingo turned over, and without being restrained, he tried to get up from the ground in a daze.
Suddenly, he saw the big door above slowly falling down.
“No…no…no!!!!!”
Bang!
Stab it!
The abdominal cavity was frozen by the low temperature on the door into an eternal firework of flesh, blood and internal organs, and the two legs outside the door were like two people snuggling together for warmth.
(End of this chapter)