PFC Chapter 2708 Hollywood Rhapsody (66)
Chapter 2708 Hollywood Rhapsody (66)
Chapter 2708 Hollywood Rhapsody (Sixty-six)
After the rain stopped, the church door slowly opened, but the believers waiting at the door looked at each other with suspicion, until the person standing in the front screamed, and then they saw blood-red liquid flowing down the steps along with the rain.
“There’s a body… There’s a body!!!”
The police quickly filed in and saw a corpse hanging from the beam. It was a naked woman, and the muscle lines showed that she had received professional training. Her abdomen was cut open and filled with various flowers and plants, with a piece of deer antler on the top.
Blood dripped down her feet and was then washed away by the rain. The police raised their heads and looked up. The roof of the church was more than ten meters high, and the body was hanging there, swaying, and extremely bloody.
So a piece of news began to spread like wildfire, saying that the Gestapo had just found a scapegoat who seemed to have the conditions to commit the crime, and the real church killer had never been caught and was still continuing to commit crimes.
Nick was also confused when he received the news, because after forensic examination, the woman died at night, which happened to be when Schiller was examining Felix here.
Is he really not the church killer?
It is actually difficult to say. Doctors, especially those who did not work for the German army, were particularly vulnerable to persecution. That group of lunatics persecuted countless skilled workers based on the principle that if they could not get it, they must not let the Soviets get it. Doctors with excellent surgical skills were naturally on the persecution list.
And Schiller told him the number.
This was what really shook Nick, because he did find a base by following this number, but he hadn't gotten inside yet. But it was conceivable that the last six months would be enough for him to produce some results.
There is actually no benefit in giving this thing to him, because Nick obviously still wants to complete the task. As long as Nick has what he wants in his hands, he can keep using it to get his help. No one can let go of such a good handle to take advantage of them, but Schiller gave him the number.
This made Nick increasingly unable to see through him.
At Eric's house, Schiller put down the newspaper in his hand, but still stared at the state of the corpse in the picture with a bit of unsatisfaction. He looked at Eric and said, "You are particularly talented in this area. Do you really not consider becoming a killer?"
"Stop talking nonsense." Eric was trying to coax Anya to sleep. He said, "It took me most of the night to finish this. I was covered in blood and I was so tired that I wanted to sleep for a whole day and night. Even if you want to prove your absence, there's no need to go through so much trouble. Are you really not teasing me?"
"You know I'm not, and you enjoy it." Schiller laughed, "How does it feel to judge sinners in the church, to be above God and to mock him for not knowing right from wrong?"
Eric pursed his lips tightly, but it seemed more like he was trying not to smile. After a while, he exhaled and said, "This makes me feel good."
"We are all like this," Schiller said. "Once you realize through the cruelty of others that there is no God in this world who supports the punishment of evil, you will suddenly feel a great sense of freedom. What we need to do now is to try our best to realize this freedom. This is what we deserve."
"I still insisted that it was troublesome," Eric said. "I had no interest in playing with corpses."
"I know, I know you pursue efficiency, but that's not bad." Schiller said, "This matches your ability. Perhaps you can also comprehend another art from slaughter."
“I thought I was isolated from art.”
"Of course not. When our destiny moves in this direction, art is bound to be created, because you need to use various forms to interpret your freedom. This form will definitely become art, because it is the purest expression of nature, even higher than all other types of art in the world."
"You sound drunk," Eric said. Schiller whispered, "You're a romantic German."
"You unromantic German!" Charles cursed through gritted teeth, barely able to maintain the gentle mask on his face. He stared at Eric and said, "Why don't you look at my contribution? If I hadn't made those ants dare to stand up and bite the lion, what reason would you have to make the lion angry?"
"I never denied your contribution," Eric said. "I just said that we probably don't have time to continue playing the victim. We might as well plant another half acre of land instead of playing the victim."
Charles stared at him angrily, then as if he had thought of something, he said, "You sound like the one with blue eyes."
"Which one?"
"The one you went to Mexico with."
"You only care that he has blue eyes?"
Charles took a deep breath, trying to lower his blood pressure, and then said, "I mean the guy who kept talking about farming, a crazy Superman."
"What about you? A crazy professor?"
Charles decided not to argue with him and asked directly, "So what are you going to do?"
"Of course, we should use the time we spend playing the victim on Earth to invade other countries. I think we can go to the Centauri galaxy first and conquer the two civilizations there. The Guardians of the Galaxy have already sent me the information."
"Invasion? Conquest?"
"Yes, we are very short of food now. Although the food there is not delicious, it is enough to fill our stomachs. We can defeat them and make them our vassal. In this way, they can pay tribute to us and we can also use their planets for farming, which is much better than the two planets we found in the Andromeda Galaxy."
"Are you crazy? You want to be an interstellar terrorist?"
"Then you're the crazy professor and I'm the crazy terrorist, that's just fine."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"What did you say? You suspect there's a missile silo in that base?" Nick opened his eyes wide and said to the other end of the phone, "Are you sure? Don't tell me there's a nuclear bomb there?!"
He stood by the phone in disbelief for a while, then hung up the phone abruptly and roared: "Jonathan! Get the fucking call! I need to contact Washington headquarters!!!"
"Damn, these lunatics actually dared to drop a nuclear bomb!!" Nick still couldn't believe it. He was about to curse when he remembered that Felix, who had just finished surgery upstairs, was still resting.
Jones rushed in and asked, "What's going on?"
Nick opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He said, "Didn't we find a base through coordinates before? The people we arranged there reported that a series of mysterious radio waves were sent there every afternoon at 3 o'clock. It is suspected that they might be practicing missile launches."
"Are there really missiles?!"
"Not only that, they seem to really be planning a final nuclear war. What a bunch of fucking lunatics!"
Jones seemed to remember something. She grabbed Nick and said, "The mustache may not do this, but what about Hydra?"
Nick was stunned, then he patted his forehead in sudden realization and said, "How could I forget that Mustache just wants to conquer the world, and Hydra wants to destroy humanity!"
"We can't delay any longer." Nick shook his head, strode towards the door and said, "We need some strong helpers. I'm afraid the agents can't handle this."
"what do you mean……"
"Find Captain America. He's the only one who can stop the Red Skull now."
A flock of crows flew by, and new plaster fell off the dilapidated walls of the church. Leather shoes made a dull sound as they stepped on the weed-covered floor tiles. After a night of cold rain, the blood soaked into the soil more slowly, and small blood-red puddles always formed in the corners of the slate tiles.
Schiller dragged Baron Zemo, who was tied up and unconscious due to excessive blood loss, to the door of the cellar. After taking a look down, he found that there was not much water, so he threw him in.
The other two Hydras were waiting by the car, and when they saw Schiller coming back, they were not surprised at all, but asked, "What do we do next, doctor?"
"Of course we have to wait." Schiller slowly opened the car door and sat in the car and said, "We are not strong enough to defeat the Red Skull right now, not to mention that Hitler is standing behind him, so we have to wait."
"But we really don't want to die." The Hydra driving the car said, "They want to launch a nuclear bomb to destroy the world. The Soviets will not let us go. If we throw one at Moscow, they will definitely throw one at Berlin. I really don't want to be roasted!"
"I understand." Schiller said slowly, "I don't want to either, so I'm here, right? In the next few days, I will gradually take over Baron Zemo's work. What you have to do is to help me gain the trust of other factions of Hydra."
"Don't worry, boss." Another Hydra said, "You have always been Baron Zemo's best American friend. Now that he is in trouble, no one dares to object to you inheriting his position. Besides, no one wants to die. As long as you can save people, you will be our leader."
The driver also echoed, “Right. Isn’t the American Hydra also a Hydra? Besides, your rank over there is higher than the Baron, so it’s normal for you to take over his subordinates. As long as they don’t let the nuclear bombs go off, it’s fine. We really don’t want to die!”
The car slowly stopped on a street. Schiller got out and said, "Go back and talk to your colleagues. Don't be too surprised. As for the Red Skull, someone will deal with him."
Schiller walked across the street to buy some food, then turned and walked towards Eric's home. When he returned, Eric had just turned off the radio, and the clock on the wall pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon.
"Are you done yet?" Schiller raised the food in his hand and said, "I bought some bread and sausages. Maybe I'll come back later."
"Why? Isn't this for sending signals to simulate missile launch drills? The most important thing about this kind of drill is regularity. How can there be sudden extra drills?"
Schiller smiled and said, "You know this, and Nick certainly knows it too, so once the rules are broken, guess how panicked he will be?"
"You were in a hurry for him to call for help. Why?"
"Of course, the more people there are, the better." Schiller put the bread on the chopping board and said as he cut it, "There's still one big star who hasn't appeared yet."
It's getting hot recently, everyone should be careful to prevent heat stroke
(End of this chapter)