The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2668 Hollywood Rhapsody (26)

Chapter 2668 Hollywood Rhapsody (Twenty-six)

The stadium at the football game was incredibly hot, but the source of the heat did not come from the sun, but from hormones. As strong football players entered the field one after another, deafening cheers and screams broke out from the stands.

Strange frowned and blocked one of his ears by tilting his head, obviously annoyed by the noise. However, Schiller sat steadily with his legs crossed, holding a newspaper.

Renee in the back row threw him a bag of potato chips, put her head over his shoulder and asked, "What are you reading? Isn't it the old-fashioned economic newspaper?"

"No, social news. Manhattan is not peaceful these days." Schiller shook his head and said worriedly, "Don't go out at night recently. I heard there is a serial killer."

Renee immediately snorted and pursed her lips, but soon showed an interested expression. She said, "How do serial killers who target women do it? I guess they must be very handsome, otherwise how could so many women fall for them?"

"That makes sense." Schiller nodded and said, "The police's conclusion in the newspaper also said that no tracking or surveillance was found, which means that the other party may not be a perverted stalker."

"Then you can't blame anyone else." Leni shrugged and said, "They are too careless. They can't walk when they see a handsome guy. They don't know that there are so many handsome guys in the school as long as they walk a few more steps."

Schiller smiled, turned his head to look at her, and said, "For example, Captain Alex? Did you two get together?"

"Humph, he is a rotten piece of shit, far from it." Renee turned her eyes to the side and saw Strange staring at Schiller's profile without blinking.

Renee switched seats with the girl next to her and moved closer to Strange, but Strange was obviously not so comfortable anymore, and his hair stood on end for a moment.

Now it was Schiller's turn to stare at Strange, but his face was full of gloating.

It was not until Strange glared back at him fiercely that Schiller turned his attention back to the newspaper in his hand. The back page contained news of a murder case. The eyes of the female victim in the photo were marked with a black bar, but Schiller recalled the soft touch of the eyeball.

The game on the field was still very exciting. After a goal, the leader of the Columbia University football team roared and cheered, and almost all the spectators stood up, except Schiller and Strange.

Schiller was carefully reading the news reports about the murder, while Strang was strangely overwhelmed by the closeness of his sweetheart. Neither of them noticed how conspicuous they were in the scene where the whole audience stood up and cheered. At this time, a tall player turned around and waved his hands, and his face under his helmet became ugly.

The game was over and Columbia University won at home. All the spectators surrounded the players and went backstage. Schiller turned around to go out to smoke, and as soon as he turned around, he bumped into a tall figure.

"Sorry." Schiller said instinctively, but the next second he was grabbed by the collar and pressed against the wall. Schiller raised his eyelids and looked up, and as expected, he saw the face of Alex, the captain of the football team.

"Congratulations on your victory, captain." Schiller turned his head to the side and put the cigarette in his hand into his mouth.

"You know you're not supposed to be fucking here." Alex said, "What did that bitch Renee tell you?"

Schiller took a deep puff of the cigarette, the smoke swirling between his mouth and nose. The tail of his eye under his brow drooped to the bottom. When his eyes rolled up, the large whites of his eyes revealed another kind of evil. He looked at Alex and said, "I'm not Renee's new love. You will probably meet him soon."

"You had better……"

Just as he said this, there was some movement at the corner, and it seemed that a group of people were running over. Alex let go of his hand, and sure enough, the cheerleaders rushed over, "Alex, why are you here? We had a hard time looking for you! The coach wants you to come over. By the way, don't be late for the party in half an hour."

"Oh, Schiller, you're here too? Are you planning on going straight to the party or something? Do you want us to ask someone to show you the way?"

"No need, I can go there by myself." Schiller smiled at them gently, and the girls immediately started screaming and pushing each other, squeezing and huddling back.

Schiller went to the bathroom and adjusted his collar in front of the mirror. He was standing in front of the sink when someone who walked in suddenly bumped into him, causing his waist to almost hit the edge of the sink.

When I turned around, I saw an arrogant face, but it was not familiar at all and I couldn't remember the name. I could only tell from the clothes that he was a member of the rugby team.

"The boss is targeting you, be careful," he said.

Schiller smiled and combed his hair back with his hands, gathering the hair in front as tightly as possible and tying it behind his head. The hair that originally hung on both sides of his cheeks was combed into his hair, revealing his side face and jaw completely.

When he lowered his head, his straight lips and sharp brows showed great ruthlessness, but when he raised his head, the indifference and harshness disappeared in an instant, replaced by an unruly debauchery and tenderness.

Patting the front of his clothes gently, Schiller walked to the dressing room and changed into the prepared suit, a standard black suit with only a bright silver badge on the chest, which showed a youthful temperament.

He walked towards the party venue. Pedestrians on the road had changed their clothes in a hurry and were walking together, talking and laughing. Among them were Strange and Renee. Strange was finally not so nervous anymore, and they seemed to be having a very happy chat.

At the entrance of the stadium, Schiller saw a few more football players. They seemed to be waiting for someone. Schiller paused, turned and walked towards the side door.

Just as he walked over, a familiar-looking girl stood there and snapped her tongue at Schiller and said, "Alex is going to cause trouble for you, be careful."

Schiller lifted the hem of his suit and strode inside. After passing the girl, he turned back and said to her, "Thank you, Rebecca."

After passing through the crowd at the side door, Schiller walked to the edge of the bar. The band in the dance floor had not yet taken place, but there were already a few people hanging around there, led by Alex, who was loudly cursing the opposing players, saying that they were all wimps and trash, and that everyone was cheering for him.

Schiller sat sideways at the bar, one arm resting on the bar table, rolling a cigarette with a piece of paper. He slowly used his fingers to move the tobacco to the right position. The bartender came over and said, "Want some topping?"

"No, alcohol is enough." Schiller refused. A cold snort came from behind. Schiller turned his head and saw Alex walking down the dance floor with his hands swung. He looked at Schiller and said, "Softie."

Schiller turned around, leaned his back against the bar, and put the unfinished cigarette in his hand on the bar behind him. At this time, Alex was approaching, and everyone around was watching the fun.

The bartender was shaking his shaker up and down, as if cheering for the coming chaos, and Schiller turned his upper body back a little and glanced back at him.

The bartender raised his eyebrows in confusion. Amid the noisy noise, Schiller's lips moved as if he was saying something to him, so he leaned forward.

Schiller turned suddenly, and the wine glass in his hand hit him on the head, breaking into pieces. Then he grabbed his wrist, took the shaker full of wine in his hand, turned 180 degrees smoothly, and hit Alex's cheekbone with a bang.

Alex staggered after being hit. Schiller stood up and lifted the bar stool. There was another bang. Alex was hit on the ground with a bloody head. The moment he twisted and got up, he was hit again hard.

boom!Boom!

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change. The football players surrounding Alex rushed up. Schiller first swung the bar lamp to the left, knocking down the one closest to him, and then threw the stool out to knock down the one who punched him.

He leaned over to avoid the bottle thrown by the other party, nimbly climbed over to the bar, grabbed the huge wine rack and pulled it forward.

Wow!

All the people gathered in front of the bar were knocked down. Schiller walked out of the door on the other side of the bar, and the few football players on the outside bypassed the chaos and rushed towards him.

Suddenly, several unfamiliar figures rushed in from the side door on the other side of the bar. While Schiller was stunned, he was punched by one of the football players and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He pushed the man aside and rushed out from the back door, while several men in black who had just squeezed in from the side door chased after him at the fastest speed through the chaotic crowd.

Strange, who was hugging Renee beside the dance floor, had not yet recovered from the chaos, but he keenly noticed that the man in black who was chasing behind him reached behind his waist, where there was a bulge, and his suit jacket traced the traces of a gun.

Strange's pupils suddenly contracted.

"This Alex is really...what's wrong, Stephen? Hey...hey!" Renee shouted at Strange's back.

But Strange did not stop. He ran as fast as he could along the gap in the wall to the back door where Schiller had left. He looked outside. It was dark, the lights were dim, and there was nothing there.

Strange was pulled suddenly by someone. When he turned around, he saw Schiller, who made a gesture to him to keep quiet. His stiff body relaxed and he was pulled directly by Schiller into the bushes next to him.

Several dark shadows ran past the tree quickly.

"What's going on? Who is chasing you? What's going on with Alex?" asked Strange.

"Obviously, I'm in trouble." Schiller lowered his head and curled the corners of his mouth. There was no trace of remorse in his tone.

"Who's the trouble? Alex?"

"He can't even get into trouble." Schiller looked behind the tree and suddenly said, "I killed a man."

Strange's eyes widened.

"Who?"

"A woman... don't worry." Schiller said, "A member of the world's largest evil organization. Now it's their other members who are chasing me."

Strange looked at Schiller as if he were a monster. He took two steps forward and asked, "Then what are you waiting for if you don't run away?"

"I ran away, didn't I? I just didn't expect you to catch up with me." Schiller said, "If you hadn't come, I would have gotten rid of them long ago."

Strange was stunned. He thought that he had opened the door rashly. If Schiller had not pulled him here, the person who just hurried over would have discovered him.

Those are definitely not good people. Although Strange is not a criminal, he has basic knowledge about guns. The guns hanging behind their waists are all equipped with silencers. They definitely cannot be police officers or law enforcement agents.

"What now?" Strange asked.

"run."

"Where to..."

"run!"