The venue for the rugby match was incredibly hot, but the heat source did not come from the sun, but from hormones. When strong rugby players entered one after another, deafening cheers and screams erupted from the stands.
Strange frowned and blocked one of his ears by tilting his head. Apparently he was dissatisfied with the noise, but Schiller was able to hold the newspaper and sit firmly in place with his legs crossed.
Renee in the back row threw him a bag of potato chips, put her head above his shoulder and asked, "What are you looking at? Isn't it the old-fashioned economic newspaper?"
"No, social news, Manhattan has not been peaceful recently." Schiller shook his head and said as if he was very worried: "Don't go out at night recently. I heard there is a serial killer."
Renee immediately made a noise and pursed her lips, but soon showed an expression of interest. She said: "How do you think serial killers who target women do it? I guess they must be very handsome, otherwise why?"
How many women will take the bait?"
"It makes sense." Schiller nodded and said, "The police conclusion in the newspaper also said that no tracking or surveillance was found, which shows that the other party may not be a perverted stalker."
"Then you can't blame others." Renee shrugged and said, "They are too careless and can't walk when they see a handsome boy. Little do they know that as long as they walk a few more steps, there will be many handsome boys in the school.
"
Schiller pursed his lips and smiled, turned to look at her, and said, "For example, Captain Alex? Are you two a couple?"
"Huh, he's the loser. He's too far behind." Renee turned her eyes aside, just in time to see Strange staring at Schiller's side face without blinking.
Renee changed positions with the girl next to her, and moved next to Strange again, but Strange was obviously not that comfortable, and his hair stood on end for a moment.
This time it was Schiller who was staring at Strange, but his face was full of gloating.
It wasn't until Strange glared back fiercely that Schiller returned his attention to the newspaper in his hand. The second page published news about a murder case. The female victim's photo had a black horizontal bar on her eye.
Schiller recalled the soft touch of his eyeballs.
The game on the field was still very lively. 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, and Strange was at a loss because of the closeness of his sweetheart. Neither of them noticed how conspicuous they were in the scene where the audience stood up and cheered, and at this time a man waved his hands.
The tall player's face turned ugly under his helmet.
At the end of the game, Columbia University won at home. All the spectators surrounded the players and walked backstage. Schiller turned around and went out to smoke. 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 pushed against the wall. Schiller raised his eyelids and then looked up, and sure enough, he saw the face of Alex, the captain of the rugby team.
"Congratulations on the win, 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 fucking be here," Alex said. "What did that bitch Renee say to you?"
Schiller took a deep breath from the cigarette. The smoke lingered between his mouth and nose. The tail of his eyes under his eyebrows drooped to the bottom. When he turned his eyes up, the large whites of his eyes revealed another evil thing. He looked at Ya
Alex said: "I am not Renee's new love. You will probably see him soon."
"You had better……"
Just when he said this, there was some movement around the corner, and it seemed that a group of people were running over. Alex let go of his hand, and sure enough, the girls from the cheerleading team rushed over, "Alex, why are you here? But
Make it easy for us to find you! The coach asked you to come over. By the way, don’t be late for the party in half an hour."
"Oh, Schiller, are you there too? Do you plan to go directly to the party venue or something? Do you want us to ask someone to guide you?"
"No, I can just go there by myself." Schiller smiled softly at them, and the girls immediately started screaming, pushing one by one, and squeezing each other back.
Schiller went to the bathroom and straightened his collar in the mirror. He was standing in front of the sink when a person who walked in suddenly bumped into him, causing his waist to almost hit the edge of the sink.
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When I turned around, I saw an arrogant face, but it didn't look familiar at all and I couldn't remember the name. I could only tell from his clothes that he was a member of the rugby team.
"You are being targeted by the boss, be careful." He said.
Schiller smiled, combed his hair back with his hands, and tied the hair in front as tightly as possible. He combed all the hair that originally hung on both sides of his face into his hair, completely covering his side face and chin.
was exposed.
When he lowered his head, his straight lips and sharp eyebrows showed a very ruthless look, but when he raised his head, the coldness and meanness disappeared in an instant, replaced by an untamable wantonness and gentleness.
Gently patting the front of his clothes, Schiller walked to the dressing room and put on the suit he had prepared. It was a regular black suit with only a bright silver badge on the chest, showing a somewhat youthful temperament.
He walked towards the party venue. The passers-by on the road had all changed their clothes in a hurry, chatting and laughing together, including Strange and Renee. Strange was finally no longer so nervous.
They seemed to be having a great time chatting.
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.
As soon as he walked over, a familiar girl stood there, snapped her tongue at Schiller and said, "Alex is going to cause trouble for you, be careful."
Schiller lifted up the hem of his suit and strode inside. After passing the girl, he turned back to her and said, "Thank you, Rebecca."
After passing through the crowd at the side door, Schiller walked to the edge of the bar. At this time, the band on the dance floor had not yet taken its place, but there were already several people wandering there. The leader was Alex.
He was loudly cursing the players on the opposite side, saying that they were all weaklings and losers, and everyone was cheering him on.
Schiller was sitting sideways on the edge of the bar, with one arm resting on the table of the bar. He was rolling a cigarette with a piece of cigarette paper. He slowly moved the tobacco to the correct position with his fingers, and the bartender came over.
Said: "Would you like to add some spices?"
"No, alcohol is enough." Schiller refused, and a cold snort came from behind. Schiller turned his head and saw Alex walking down from the dance floor waving his hands. He looked at Schiller and said: "Soft
Egg."
Schiller turned around, leaned his back against the bar, reached out and put the unfinished cigarette in his hand on the bar behind him. At this time, Alex was approaching, and everyone around him was watching the excitement.
The bartender was shaking the shaker up and down, as if he was cheering for the coming chaos. Schiller turned his upper body back a little and glanced back at him.
The bartender raised his eyebrows in confusion. Schiller's lips moved amid the noise, as if he was saying something to him, so he leaned his upper body forward.
Schiller suddenly turned around, and the wine glass in his hand hit his head and broke into pieces. Then he grabbed his wrist and took the shaker filled with wine in his hand, smoothing 180 degrees.
Turning around, he hit Alex on the cheekbone with a bang.
Alex was hit and staggered. Schiller stood up and raised the bar stool. There was another bang. Alex was hit with a bloody head and lay on the ground. He struggled to get up.
In an instant, it hit hard again.
Bang! Bang bang!
Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events. 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.
Knocked down the one who punched him.
He leaned down to avoid the wine bottle thrown by the opponent, nimbly climbed over into 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 from the door on the other side of the bar. 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. Schiller was stunned for a moment and received a punch from one of the football players, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He pushed the man aside and rushed out of the back door, while several men in black who had just squeezed in from the side door chased him through the chaotic flow of people as quickly as possible.
Strange, who was hugging Renee next to the dance floor, had not recovered from the chaos, but he keenly noticed that the man in black who was chasing behind reached for his waist, where there was a bulging bulge in his suit jacket.
Trace the traces of the gun.
Strange's pupils shrank suddenly.
"This Alex is really...what's wrong with Stephen? Hey...hey!" Renee shouted towards Strange's back.
But Strange did not stop. He walked as quickly as possible along the gap in the wall to the back door where Schiller left. When he looked outside, the night was thick, the lights were dim, and there was nothing there.
Strange was pulled violently. When he turned around, he saw Schiller and gave him a silent gesture. As soon as his stiff body relaxed, Schiller pulled him directly into the bushes next to him.
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Several black figures quickly ran past the tree.
"What's going on? Who's chasing you? What's going on with Alex?" Strange asked.
"Obviously, I'm in trouble." Schiller lowered his head and twitched the corners of his mouth, but there was no introspection in his tone.
"Who's the trouble? Alex?"
"He can't even touch the edge of trouble." Schiller raised his eyes, looked behind the tree, and suddenly said, "I killed someone."
Strange's eyes widened.
"who?"
"A woman... don't worry yet." Schiller said: "A member of the largest evil organization in the world, and the ones chasing me now are their other members."
Strange looked at Schiller with the eyes of a monster. He took two steps forward and asked, "Then what are you waiting for if you don't run?"
"Didn't I run away? I just didn't expect you to catch up." Schiller said, "If you hadn't come, I would have gotten rid of them long ago."
Strange was startled, thinking that he had rashly opened the door and came out. If Schiller hadn't pulled him here, the person who had just hurried past would have discovered him.
Those are definitely not good people. Although Strange is not a criminal, he has a basic understanding of firearms. The guns they hang on their waists all have silencers. They definitely cannot be the police or agents of the law enforcement department.