PFC Chapter 2706 Hollywood Rhapsody (64)
Chapter 2706 Hollywood Rhapsody (64)
Chapter 2706 Hollywood Rhapsody (Sixty-four)
Eric watched Schiller open the door of the basement and throw the body he was carrying in. Even though he had just walked through a sea of corpses and blood, his clothes were not stained with blood. Considering that he had just carried seven bodies in this posture, Eric felt that he should re-examine the past mentioned in Schiller's few words.
Because he had been a member of the detachment, Eric knew that carrying corpses was a difficult task. Even though executions in the gas chambers were bloodless, many people would suffer from incontinence before death, or projectile vomiting, or even have their eyeballs explode due to excessive intracranial pressure. How to carry corpses without getting these dirt on your body requires a lot of practice.
Eric had such a good skill because he was driven to do these things. If he always got his clothes dirty, he would definitely be kicked out of the team and do the dirtier and more tiring work. The children in the detachment could work in groups of two or three to handle the corpses while ensuring their own hygiene.
When two or three people carry a corpse together, it is not very difficult to keep them clean. But when one adult carries another adult, especially when the one being carried almost vomits all of his internal organs from his mouth, to be able to carry seven corpses neatly and cleanly seems more like a superpower.
"What are you going to do?" Eric asked as he stood at the door of the basement passage. Schiller looked at him with some confusion and said, "Of course, destroy the body."
"They will definitely find this place. Do we still have to wait here?"
"No, they won't," Schiller said. "If it's Hydra that wants to find me, then this operation must be secret."
Eric seemed to understand a little bit. He said, "They are hiding in the ranks of the secret police and using their manpower to accomplish their secret goals, but at the same time they don't want to be discovered by the top leaders. You are one of the secret targets, so this operation must be kept secret."
"It could even be random." Schiller picked up the tools in the toolbox and said, "They might just be leading the Gestapo to patrol here, and then claim that they just found suspicious traces on the house, so they went around to the rooftop and came in from the balcony."
"Sounds more dangerous than I thought."
"Of course." Schiller cut off an arm of the corpse on the ground and said, "They are much more dangerous than those crazy policemen who show off their power. They are always hiding in the dark. Cut off one head and two heads will grow back."
"Is this the delicate work you mentioned?" Eric walked in, picked up his tools and started to help Schiller, but he didn't think it was a difficult job. The person was already dead, and no matter how horrible the condition of the corpse was, there was nothing worth praising.
"Of course not. This is a very boring job. Just do it casually." Schiller walked over and turned on the faucet and said, "I'm talking about what happens next."
"what are you up to?"
"I need you to do me a favor." Schiller tapped the ground with the saw and said, "You'll find out soon enough."
"Can I go down and take a look?" Charles stood at the door of the basement passage again, looking inside with some curiosity, but there was a corner in the stairs, so he couldn't see the specific situation in the basement.
"I suggest you don't go," Eric said.
Charles seemed to realize something. He took two steps back, looked at Eric and said, "How did you deal with those seven bodies?"
"Don't ask questions when you already know the answer."
Charles swallowed and moved away from the passage leading to the basement, but wisely he didn't ask anything. Sometimes, even without relying on mind reading, he had a beast-like intuition about danger.
Charles continued to look at the newspapers on the wall, but many of them were very old, and Eric didn't remember those reports well, so the forms that appeared in the spiritual world were very vague and there was nothing to read.
Charles walked to the side of the dining room again. He saw a newspaper placed next to the tableware. He could imagine Eric reading the newspaper while eating. For a long time, this was the only lifestyle that Charles had seen Eric have that could be called a habit.
Charles walked over, and the first time he saw the newspaper, his heart started pounding - the big photo on the front page was Schiller's face.
"The church murderer has finally been arrested. Andel Schiller, the sinful surgeon, will pay a heavy price for his crimes."
In the photo, Schiller was being escorted forward with his head down. The camera was shooting from top to bottom. His thick eyelashes completely covered his eyes. Charles had never thought that Schiller's brow arches could be so sharp. Obviously, his eyebrows and eyes were very soft most of the time.
Charles swallowed and looked up at Eric. As expected, Eric had had some interactions with Schiller in the past.
Wait, surgeon? Wasn't Schiller a psychiatrist?
Of course, he could be a surgeon, Charles thought. For such an immortal, there was no skill that he could not master. Some aspects of surgical techniques were not complicated and ordinary people could master them after a period of training.
Then Charles suddenly thought that there had been a doctor in this house, so Schiller was the doctor who delivered Magda?
But why was he arrested?
Eric put down the newspaper in his hand and stood up. He poured warm water into the bottle with the boiled water, went upstairs to feed Anya who had been brought back. After coaxing her to sleep, Eric put on his raincoat and stepped into the hazy rainy night.
The lights were on all night in a small building by the river. Schiller sat on a chair. Opposite him, people in uniform were walking back and forth. The crisp sound of their leather shoes heels hitting the floor seemed particularly cold.
"I told you that you can't kill me." Schiller seemed extremely relaxed. He said, "Now that you have sensed that mysterious resistance, how do you feel?"
"No matter what tricks you are playing, you will definitely pay the price for your actions." The man on the other side lowered the brim of his hat and said, "You are still alive now because you are useful to someone, and when you lose your usefulness, I guarantee that you will die miserably."
"How long do you want to wait?" Schiller asked him in German, as if he was really curious. The pronunciation of this language itself was very cold, but Schiller always made it sound gentle.
He lowered his eyes and smiled, saying, "I guess you will say next that you can also help them get what they want out of me. By that time, you will let me know how powerful they are. They will definitely come to see you, and you have the right to negotiate with them because you are the one who caught me."
Schiller seemed to be guessing what he was thinking, but in fact he was just saying that he was dreaming. He had never been provoked like this, so he walked over and reached out to grab Schiller's collar.
But at this moment, there was a knock on the door. His subordinate stood outside the door, wanting to say something but stopping himself, so he had to withdraw his hand, walked over and whispered a few words, then looked back at Schiller and said, "Your good days are coming to an end, Church Killer."
"It's all up to you." Schiller still didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.
The man went out and Schiller sat there for a while. The handcuffs were not a meaningful restraint for him. He exerted force with both arms and the handcuffs were torn in half. Schiller stood up from the chair. He did not leave the room immediately, but listened to the noise outside.
With a bang, the door was pushed open and a man with a pistol rushed in, while the people behind him filed in and rushed towards Schiller, as if they wanted to take him away.
Suddenly they all saw the broken handcuffs. The two people in front hesitated for a moment and then felt dizzy. Their heads hit the wall hard and their eyes were blurred by blood.
With a bang, the bullet failed to hit Schiller. In a flash, the four people in the front fell down, and the man who rushed in first but fell last was hit against the wall by a huge force. He felt his wrist was broken. The moment the back of his head touched the wall, pain came, and a warm liquid flowed along his neck to his back.
"Ugh..." He let out a cry of pain, and then heard the man who knocked him down say: "Whose man are you, Red Skull or Zemo?"
It was so sudden that everyone was still immersed in the shock and pain of being attacked and no one responded.
"Whoever you belong to, go back and tell your boss that I need to talk to him. I'll be waiting for him in the confessional at the Basilica."
After saying that, Schiller left. When he passed by the security room in the front, he saw the body of the soldier. It seemed that these people should be Baron Zemo's men. Hitler was not dead yet, and the Red Skull had too many concerns and would not act rashly.
When Nick arrived, he saw only corpses on the ground. They were obviously killed by two different groups of people. Those in the security room were shot, and those in the interrogation room... It looked like someone had placed an elephant in this room.
Nick didn't mean to use such a ridiculous metaphor, but all the bodies in this room looked smashed, as if someone had thrown them against the wall with such great force that the impact was completely beyond the human body's ability to withstand, breaking necks or rupturing spleens.
There is no other explanation except that there was once an elephant here.
"Damn it, they're too impatient." Nick cursed. Jones followed him in and looked at the bodies on the ground in surprise. He was obviously shocked by their deaths.
"Hydra." Nick said, "Schiller was arrested just now, and they couldn't help but rush in here, trying to take him away. To be more precise, they might have wanted to silence him."
"How did he do that?"
"I've already said that he's not a simple person. Alerting him like this will only make him leave Berlin as quickly as possible. Then our plan will be ruined."
"Maybe the Eisenharts..."
"I mean the plan to operate on Felix. What do you think it is?" Nick said, "Even if Germany has an atomic bomb now, it won't change anything. Even if they destroy Moscow with a nuclear bomb, those Soviet guys outside will still rush in. The only difference is whether the mustache guy dies in an honorable way or not."
Jones looked relieved, but said, "I'm glad you're sober. I thought you were just following orders."
"Then I'll have to be an ordinary agent for the rest of my life." Nick put away his gun and said, "If they scare Schiller away, we'll have to consider moving Felix out before Berlin is liberated... Forget it, let's go back first."
Nick and Jones returned to the base. They heard some noise on the second floor and were worried that Felix was feeling unwell, so they went upstairs. Then they saw an unexpected person - Schiller, who was talking and laughing with Felix.
(End of this chapter)