Schiller nodded, not too surprised. In fact, he had previously wondered why a transnational drug trafficking organization would give all its members the same tattoo. Isn't this equivalent to using real names to do bad things?
It was okay to say that they were just selling drugs before, but now they obviously want to lurk in a certain city. At this time, this unique tattoo with a strong Mexican ethnic style is equivalent to the ID card hanging around the neck of the agent.
But if this is not what they want to get tattooed, then it makes sense. They are on the Atlantic Ocean and running around Gotham City. It is very likely that they are trying to find a way to solve this tattoo issue.
"What can the curse of the ancestor gods do?"
"They will not die immediately, but they will eventually die, and they will die miserably." Martin grinned and said, "The way of death is not fixed, but it will be very tragic, and no one can escape it."
Schiller nodded. Anyway, all the members of the Penitent Cartel he knew died miserably.
"They had been anxious for a long time. They knew that the key to lifting the curse was on me, so they went crazy to find me in Guazhou. At that time, I was still young, there were not enough people to sacrifice, and I didn't have as much power as my mother.
You can find a way to hide."
"But one time I showed my weakness and was chased to my hiding place by them and almost died. It was the revolutionary army who saved me."
"To tell you the truth, my mother used to have some contact with the local drug dealer boss." Martin shrugged and said: "Anyway, the drug dealer boss kidnapped his enemies, and my mother dedicated them to the ancestor gods. The drug dealer boss quietly
After solving the enemy, my mother gained strength."
"But I definitely didn't tell the revolutionary army about this part. At that time, I felt that they were just using this guise of justice. If they knew what I had done, they would definitely shoot me first."
"Have you already made a sacrifice by then?"
"Of course, not all of the Confessors Cartel are good players. Haven't you already seen the idiots among them? They will all die anyway, so why not help me get some strength."
"What changed you?"
"It's not a change. In fact, I've always thought this way. Maybe it's because I'm different from most villagers. I went to the city, studied, and got good grades. If something hadn't happened, I might have
I can get into college."
"I have always felt that the villagers were stupid. Every village was stupid. The drug dealer bosses only knew how to dominate in their own territory and never knew how to unite."
"They have been working hard for a year, and most of the money has been handed over to the gang of gentlemen above who don't do anything. If they join forces and some of them have guns, why do they need to pay others?"
"So what the Revolutionary Army does is very popular with me. I don't care whether they grow food or drugs. In short, they let people who don't work get paid as much as they work. I think this is the world.
The greatest justice in the world, isn’t it?”
Schiller looked at Martin's bright eyes and knew that he was a very smart man. He didn't even need any theory to inspire him. He could sum up a simple awakening theory from the laws of life.
You can't say that this theory is too simple or incomplete, because those complicated theories are summed up in this principle. How can distribution according to work be not communism?
"In addition, they are really good to me." Martin thought for a while and said: "They said they can help me come to the United States, but they don't want me to work anymore. If possible, they want to help me pay for my studies."
"Then why didn't you read it?"
"To be honest, I'm not used to owing others. Besides, as long as you go to the United States, you can't make money anywhere. There is gold everywhere."
Schiller smiled, looked at him and said: "That's true for you, but the Confession Cartel still came to you."
"Yes, after all, my mother is not just a witch in Mexico. The Confessor Cartel is quite powerful, and they can always find someone who understands."
"I guess they found a colleague of my mother's and figured out a way to locate my whereabouts."
"That's why you gave me the crystal ball. It seemed that you wanted the power in the crystal ball to protect me. In fact, it was just to lure the drug dealers who were chasing you to me."
"But you were looking for them. This is how I provide you with information. You don't even need to look for it. They just come to your door. Should I ask for the bonus?"
Schiller found that he admired this bright-minded young man more and more. He had a strange vitality and looked more Gotham than the teenagers in Gotham.
"They have been chasing you, what are you going to do?"
"I have sacrificed many people before and after. The ancestor god is very generous. The power he gave me is enough to deal with them. And he is especially satisfied with this sacrifice. If he can speak English, then he probably
I will praise you as a great artist."
Schiller's smile deepened, and he obviously liked such compliments. He said: "I think you are using me to boast. Although I am responsible for peeling and sewing, you designed those Day of the Dead patterns. I think you can
Go and study art."
"I think so too." Martin immediately became excited and said, "The tuition at Gotham University is too expensive. I plan to go to community college. What do you think of the sculpture department?"
Schiller shook his head, and before Martin could show his disappointed look, Schiller said: "Let alone a community college, the art department of Gotham University is actually not very good. In other words, America is a desert of traditional art."
"In comparison, there is an art academy in one country that may be more suitable for you, but it depends on whether you are afraid of the cold."
Martin was suddenly stunned. His mind was spinning a thousand times, and the dart still hit the bull's-eye after hundreds of detours. He slowly asked: "I haven't asked you what your relationship is with the revolutionary army..."
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"Guess?" Schiller showed a mysterious smile.
Martin didn't need to guess, Martin saw it on Schiller's face.
He stood up from the sofa, showed a sly smile, and showed some big teeth. He hurriedly put the mask on the coffee table in front of him and said.
"I'm sorry to bother you so late. I think it's already getting late. Otherwise, I'd better..."
With a swish sound, the intertwined power of black and purple flashed past, and Martin's figure instantly appeared in front of the door, but with a bang, the door closed.
Martin almost got his nose pinched. He stiffened, turned around, leaned against the door and said, "Professor, you and I are not the same people. How about we say goodbye?"
"Oh, which way am I?"
"Aren't you with the revolutionary army... I mean, the Bolsheviks?"
Schiller waved to him and motioned for him to come over and sit down. Martin pushed the door but there was no response. He wanted to communicate with the power of the ancestor gods, but the ancestor gods did not respond either.
Not long ago, Martin watched the man in front of him peel off an almost complete human skin with extremely skillful techniques, and stuffed another large living person inside.
Martin decisively walked over and sat down.
Schiller took out a business card from his pocket and put it on the coffee table, pushed it towards Martin and said: "Reintroducing, Director of the Eleventh Bureau of the KGB, Schiller Rodriguez."
Martin's face instantly wrinkled up.
"Hello... Bureau Chief."
"I think you can listen to the treatment first." Schiller said: "All your assets in the United States and Mexico will remain unchanged, but I can introduce you to Repin Academy of Fine Arts to complete all studies from undergraduate to doctoral degree."
"During this period, you will not have any tasks. You only need to concentrate on your studies. Occasionally, you may need to help your hometown solve a little trouble, but you do not have to leave."
"I can't do this job..." Martin said sadly, "I'm really not made to be an agent, Director."
"But I've heard people call you a jack-of-all-trades."
"That's all a small fight."
"I don't expect you to do anything big."
Martin rolled his eyes and suddenly remembered, "Oh, by the way, I heard that you advocate materialism, right? But I have faith, and my faith in the ancestor gods is particularly strong..."
"Do you know what the eleventh round is for?"
"Uh, what for?"
"Responsible for all magical matters in the Soviet Union."
"All magical...magical matters in the Soviet Union??!!"
Martin felt that his world view had collapsed.
"If you read more, you should understand that the so-called materialism is not scientific theoreticalism, nor is it nihilism. Something can be studied as long as it exists. Is there any wonder?"
Martin still found it a bit hard to accept. The expression on his face changed again and again, and his facial features were squeezed together.
"Currently, there are indeed no magicians from the original Mexican faith in the bureau, and we don't know much about this aspect, but I guess the ancestor gods are not easy to deal with, right?"
Martin's expression slowly changed. He put away his playful attitude, carefully looked at Schiller and said, "It seems that you are very familiar with this kind of belief."
Schiller nodded.
"Well, everything has a price." Martin said: "The power of the ancestor gods is already very powerful, and we don't have to sacrifice ourselves, we only need to sacrifice others, but just like every curse he casts, all users will
Died tragically before the age of 38.”
"Then you don't have much time."
"Tsk, I'm still young." Although Martin said this, he could not hide his worried look. He said: "My mother tried many ways to escape this curse, which was also the main reason why she took me away from home, but she
In the end, I couldn’t escape.”
"Then I guess you don't mind if we study him."
"But the ancestor gods are very powerful, you must prove that you are capable..."
Schiller stood up, and Martin watched as he opened the refrigerated layer of the refrigerator. Now that the refrigerator was no longer working, freezing and refrigeration were the same. Schiller put all the previously frozen ice packs into the refrigerated layer for maintenance.
The final preservation.
He took out a bag of meat.
The crystal ball in Martin's hand suddenly began to shake crazily. Martin could hardly hold it. He grabbed the crystal ball and pressed it hard, but the crystal ball still flew up.
With a bang, it hit the wall and shattered.
Martin was stunned.
He rushed towards the place where the crystal ball shattered, which happened to be next to the refrigerator, and then he watched helplessly as Schiller took out a hoof.
"Let's have some late-night snacks." Schiller said, "What flavor do you like?"
Martin swallowed.
"Supper? Is it still me?"
Martin asked in his mind, because he had already seen the fragmented demon shadow flickering above the hoof.
"Of course it is." Schiller looked at the hoof that Elsa had roasted but not eaten during the day and said, "He was a strong little deer when he was alive."
"Strong... indeed, indeed strong."
"What did the ancestor gods say?"
"He said he has been in poor health since he was a child."