mtl008 Chapter 2303 Gotham Music Chapter (42)
Chapter 2303 Gotham Music Chapter (42)
Chapter 2303 Gotham Music Festival (Part )
Natasha didn't say another word, but something in her eyes made Black Canary feel a chill down her spine. She had occasionally seen Oliver show this look, but in the end nothing happened.
Natasha looked down at the body.
"He's one of theirs," Black Canary explained.
"Who?"
"Confession Cartel." Contrary to Natasha's expectation, Black Canary did not mention the FBI. Black Canary fiddled with the pistol in his hand and said, "I originally thought they were from the FBI, but the FBI does not 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 a group of pistols with different degrees of wear and tear assembled together. It was the type still used by mercenaries and killers, especially common in Latin America.
"It's good enough." 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. This will make the people below stay in the cabin and not run around. This is good for all of us."
Two people carried the body and walked along the employee passage to the second floor. When they arrived at the observation deck on the second floor, they threw the body directly over the edge of the railing.
boom!
After the body fell to the ground, Natasha clapped her hands and was about to speak when there was a click and the power to the entire ship was cut off.
In the darkness, Black Canary was obviously a little panicked, but Natasha sighed and said, "It seems that 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 could it be? Them." Natasha looked back and said, "I heard more than one scream before. The FBI went to turn off the power, and the drug dealers killed people indiscriminately, creating chaos, and then eliminated all the targets in the chaos. This should be the backup plan after the first plan failed."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I have to go and confirm the safety of an important person first." Natasha looked at Black Canary and said, "You are here to protect Oliver, so protect him well. If nothing unexpected happens, there will be a turn for the better soon."
After saying that, Natasha left. She did not take the narrow employee passage because the narrow and dim space was not conducive to combat after the power outage, so she went directly to the third floor via the main staircase.
The third floor was very quiet at this time, because the entrances of the two side stairs were blocked by dumped debris, and ordinary people could not come up. Those with ulterior motives thought that there was no one on the third floor and were busy looking for targets on the second floor. Almost all the rooms here were empty.
Following the light, Natasha came to Schiller's resting room, and as soon as she reached the door, she saw Beibat.
"How is it?" Natasha asked in a low voice.
"It's nothing serious. It's mainly seasickness and excessive blood loss. Now the blood has been transfused, and he should wake up soon."
"What should I do if I get seasick? I can't find any seasickness medicine."
Bei Bat shook his head and said, "There is no seasickness medicine here. They don't intend to serve any tourists. This is just a hunting ground for some people. They gather all the difficult people together and let them die in the sea."
"Don't try to figure out the reason. Let's think of a solution first. They cut off the power on the ship. It seems that they intend to kill the targets one by one."
At this time, a shout was heard from inside the room. Bei Bat walked in and came out quickly with something in his hand.
Natasha leaned over to take a look and said, "Isn't this the strange aerosol bottle? Do you know what medicine is in it?"
Bei Bat looked down and said, "It looks like it just fell to the ground and got broken. It has to be taken apart and repaired anyway. Let me take a look..."
He quickly removed the outer metal part and opened it. It turned out to be a standard inhalation aerosol bottle with small embossed characters printed on the back.
Bei Bat squinted his eyes and read it carefully, then said, "This should be an ordinary asthma medicine, but the bottle has traces of secondary sealing. He may have mixed something else into it."
"What will it be?"
"You'll know after you smell it."
Natasha grabbed Beiban's wrist and said, "Are you crazy? You dare to suck the same thing Schiller sucked?"
"What's wrong? It's just medicine. As long as the amount is not too large, it's fine."
Natasha opened her mouth and closed it again. She couldn't say that Schiller's true body was a ball of fog, and it was normal to breathe anything he inhaled, but some of the things in it were particularly potent.
Bei Bat held the medicine bottle and sprayed it lightly, then fanned it with his hand and smelled it, then staggered and fell backwards.
Natasha quickly supported him. Bei Bat shook his head and said, "My God, how much tranquilizer did he put in it?"
"Is there stability in here?"
"More like anesthesia, to be precise." Bei Bat propped up his eyelids and said, "Take it away, this thing might affect my thinking efficiency."
Natasha had no choice but to take the medicine bottle from him. At this time, the other two Batmen came out. The Batman of the main universe looked at the data displayed on the Batcomputer on his arm and said, "No problem, wake up in three minutes, and then have a good rest."
After that, the three Batmen walked out together. Natasha then stopped 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 problem."
Natasha also sighed. She was more anxious than the others, but there was nothing she could do. Then she asked, "How is Schiller? Does he need to take medicine?"
"He brought his own medicine." Batman from the main universe said, "The bottle contains a high concentration of sedatives, which will be good for his current mental state. If he wakes up, give him the bottle. He can take a few more sips and get some sleep, and he'll be fine."
After the three Batmen left, Natasha looked at the medicine bottle in her hand thoughtfully.
She walked into the room. The curtains were drawn and there was only a table lamp casting a dim shadow on the wall.
It was surprisingly quiet here. The chaos and bustle downstairs had nothing to do with here at the moment. Natasha moved a chair and sat down at the head of the bed. Schiller was sleeping soundly on the bed.
Natasha began to recall some things. Her life was much longer than that of most people, so her memory fragments were much more numerous, and when she recalled them, they were particularly confusing.
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.
The memories after coming to New York are always vague. Missions, banquets, battles, these tense and serious days of life and death should have left deeper marks on the soul, but they are all like ripples on the water, passing by shallowly and never reaching the bottom.
Every girl who walked out of that land lost those sacred, serious, dignified and sad things. In the days that followed, even the frozen soil that never melted all year round became the most memorable part.
Natasha was thinking aimlessly, her mind somewhat distracted, until Schiller slowly woke up.
Natasha stood up and propped him up with pillows. After a pause, she pressed the bottle of medicine into his hand and asked, "Are you okay? How do you feel?"
Schiller closed his eyes and shook his head to indicate that he was fine. The blood made his heart beat strongly again and his mind was exceptionally clear. It was obvious that Batman had injected him with some kind of healing injection, which temporarily alleviated his physical pain.
Schiller turned to look at Natasha, but showed a surprised expression. Natasha was stunned, and then realized that her emotions might be completely out of control, at least at that moment.
Then she laughed and said, "You are responsible for the results of your treatment, doctor. Is it what you want to make a female agent so emotional?"
"It's my pleasure."
This made Natasha realize that it wasn't Greed that was speaking, so she sat back in her seat and said, "I heard the story about Oliver from a young girl named Black Canary. He did this under your influence, right?"
"I'm afraid not." Schiller turned his head back and looked at the ceiling with a somewhat distracted look. "He is destined to do this. Every one of us is like this. We will eventually make surprisingly similar decisions when it's time to make a decision."
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 treatment."
"Are you here to help Oliver?"
"I guess so, but I don't think he needs my help."
"He's in danger now." Natasha said, "Where is that guy with green light just now? He looks very strong."
"That's very insightful, ma'am, but he has more important things to do. Comforting the people and saving lives are important, but we can't just let the mastermind go."
"Superman is there too?"
"They are together. More importantly, no matter who Clark recognizes, he will recognize Batman. He knows that there are three Batmen here, which is enough to deal with any disaster."
"I'm afraid it's more than that."
"Clark is very angry. Of course he is very angry. Although he is not a human, he is more on the side of humans than most humans. He cannot allow someone to be so unscrupulous."
"Then the mastermind is in trouble."
"of course."
The two fell silent, and the expression on Natasha's face gradually changed. She seemed to be under no pressure, but she seemed like she was about to break the taut string.
"Did you just want to throw away my medicine?"
This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Natasha exhaled, sank completely, supported herself on the edge of the chair with both hands, lowered her head and said, "It's just an idea."
"You almost put it into practice, because you know that if I lose control, all the damn agents and drug dealers on this ship will be finished, and you hope they will die in front of you right now, the more miserable 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 personally selected by Stalin. I witnessed the most glorious era of this country, and then I saw how it fell."
“When I was in the middle of this wave, I found that I could hardly swim upstream. I felt sad and hopeless, thinking that this might be the end of this road.”
"But perhaps because I have lived too long, I have witnessed more events and remember more details than others, and I am very clear about how some things that should not have happened happened."
Natasha almost gnashed her teeth as she said, "You may wonder, if I was really so loyal, why did I come to America and choose to stay, because I hate traitors more than opponents."
"They should be left there to rot and disappear, and I will witness it all with my own eyes on the other side of the ocean, seeing them being carried into coffins and eventually nailed to the pillar of shame. For a long time, this was the only motivation for me to live."
"I must admit that I wasn't 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 lifted to a height that does not belong to them. 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 what happened in Mexico, I... I don't know how to describe it."
Natasha's Adam's apple moved again and she said, "People are always disappointed, but they never give up hope. The fire in one piece of land goes out, and the fire in another piece of land burns again. This makes me feel deeply sad, and I don't know what to do. I want to cry."
"One day, they will have their father back, and their struggle will one day allow them to kiss the ground with love without complaint, which makes me feel even more shocked. This feeling is indescribable."
"But things that shouldn't happen keep happening." Natasha's tone was full of murderous intent, "And Oliver Queen... he is destined not to be their father because he is too cowardly."
"Another group of people on the other side of the ocean have already proved to them with their lives and the future of a tribe that being weak is not a solution. If he cannot accept the blood on his hands and always wants to solve the problem in a roundabout way, then they can only go down the old path."
"It doesn't matter whether he killed the person or not, but he must bear the cost of these lives, and then understand that this is the only solution to facing the traitor, the only ..."
Natasha's hands were tightly grasping the leather of the chair. When she finally came out of her emotions, she saw Schiller looking at her with a smile in his eyes.
That smile was like that of an old friend in a faded and yellowed photo sealed in Natasha's memory. They were still in Minsk at that time. Above their heads was the cold blue sky of early winter, under their feet were dry and yellow fallen leaves in the bushes, and the wind made everyone's face red.
Schiller raised his arm, looked at the aerosol bottle in his hand and said, "Do you know what's in this?"
"Batman told me it was Valium."
"Then do you know why I need stability?"
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'll find out soon enough."
Natasha was stunned.
"you……"
Schiller's smile softened.
"Now, run, lady."
Thump, thump, bang!
(End of this chapter)