In the blink of an eye, a black figure rushed into the bushes. Schiller pulled Strange and rushed into the back door again. He crossed the chaos and came to the other end of the bar. The door from which the shadow came came rushed out again.
.
"Are you driving?" Schiller asked.
Strange was staggering while running and was breathing heavily. He shook his head and said, "No, I came here by bus."
"Very good, me too, looking for a car."
Schiller looked around and found a car on the side of the road. It was a pretty good car. He turned back, took a chair from the chaotic bar, ran to the car and smashed the window twice.
, opened the car door and sat in.
"You don't have the key." Strange said after getting into the car, "I don't know how to short-circuit the ignition!"
Schiller suddenly took out a key from his pocket. Strange, the co-pilot, turned to look at him. In an instant, the car was already on fire. Schiller stepped on the accelerator and sped out.
"You had a plan!" Strange said through gritted teeth.
"Yes, this is Alex's car. Why do you think he suddenly caused trouble for me?"
"Planned so early?!"
Schiller smiled and moved his eyes to the rearview mirror. As expected, two cars, one black and one gray, staggered after him.
Strange twisted his neck hard and looked back, glared at Schiller and said: "What trouble did you get into? I saw a man with a rifle in his hand!"
"I told you that I killed someone. The leader of their area happened to be in charge of an important project recently."
"Why did you kill him?!"
"Do you believe me when I say we will eliminate harm for the people?"
"Then he should have killed you!"
"Don't worry." Schiller said calmly: "There will be a day like this in the future, but you are the one driving the car. Remember to drive faster." His eyes moved to Strange's hand again.
and said: "For your career."
"What crazy nonsense are you talking about?" Strange still kept turning his head and looking back. The car was driving faster and faster, his body was pressed tightly against the back of the seat, and he began to twitch nervously.
"They obviously have more than this, what are you going to do?"
"I told you not to worry." Schiller smiled and said, "Someone will come to solve the trouble for us."
Schiller stepped on the accelerator deeper and held the steering wheel firmly. The roar in the street and the thunder in the sky merged into a violent rock and roll drum beat. The car was like an arrow leaving the string, blending with the flash of lightning.
Suddenly, a deeper and violent trembling sound came from the top of his head. Strange looked up, ignoring the cold raindrops hitting his face, and the shape of another giant was reflected between the waterdrops on his eyelashes.
"Helicopter, FBI helicopter!" Strange didn't care so much. He stuck his head out of the car window and stared at the helicopter's flight path. Sure enough, more cars were surrounding him below, all painted in uniform.
Pack.
Strange turned back, looked at Schiller and said, "How much trouble have you caused? There are at least hundreds of agents here!"
"Instead of thinking about this, think about your career." Schiller said, holding the steering wheel in one hand and holding a cigarette in the other: "So many people saw me taking action against Alex. I definitely can't read here.
Yes, what about you?"
Strange clenched his fists and roared at Schiller: "What does all this have to do with me?!"
"Why did you chase me out?"
Strange was silent. He looked out the window from time to time and said, "The agents are here, why don't you stop the car?"
"How do you know the person sitting inside is an agent?"
"That's from the FBI..."
"The helicopter and the car may indeed be the property of the FBI, but the same cannot be said for the person." Schiller turned a corner again and said: "Why do you think the first group of people dared to come after me so brazenly?"
Strange thought about the worst possibility, but he couldn't help but glared at Schiller and said: "Since you know, why do you want to provoke them?"
Schiller shook the hand holding the cigarette. It was as pale and thin as a ghost's claw, and the smoke lingered in it, like some kind of magic that made people unable to take their eyes away.
"I have a gun and there's a man in front of me."
"so what?"
"I shot."
"What's the reason?"
"The reason is that there is a gun in front of me, and there is a person in front of me, and I have such power." Schiller grinned and suddenly tightened his fingers.
boom!!!!
The tire burst and the car flew sideways. Strange had no time to grab onto anything and was hit on the head while the car was shaking and his head was bleeding.
The car slowly stopped.
Blood also flowed from Schiller's cheek until it covered his entire face, making it look like a bright red ghost face. His hair was loosened, and the blood stuck the hair to his face, making him extremely embarrassed.
As evil as the devil, and as beautiful as the devil.
"Why did you chase him out?" Schiller asked.
Strange lowered his head. The pain made him dizzy, but he still grabbed the side of the seat and said, "Do you see hope?"
"I'm not a kidnapper." Schiller opened the car door on one side and said, but then looked back into Strange's eyes and told him very seriously: "But there is one who I am."
"Is there a you?"
"Yes, there are many me's in this body. What you see now is just one of them. You don't need to understand what's going on. You just need to remember to be a hostage and cultivate a kidnapper."
Strange shook his head in confusion. The moment he raised his eyes, the light of the flashlight recalled by the agents dazzled his eyes.
In the dazzling light, he saw a figure with his hands raised, and countless agents gathered around him. The arms holding guns gathered together like layers of unfolding flower petals.
The field of vision began to become pitch black from the periphery, and the darkness began to gradually spread to the center of the field of vision, with the central point still lit.
Strange focused his eyes, looked down, and saw the crutch against his Adam's apple. He raised his eyes and saw that familiar yet unfamiliar face.
"Listen, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. A friend of mine was seriously injured and is now being treated at Presbyterian Hospital..."
Strange took two steps back and raised his head slightly. The crutch had already reached his Adam's apple, and fragments of past memories came to his mind.
"If I'm in trouble one day, you have to do me a favor..."
This is not the point, the point is the second half of the sentence, especially "Maybe you will also get enough reward from it."
Under Schiller's threat, Strange got into the car and saw his sneering expression in the rearview mirror the moment he closed the door.
Strange, who was sitting in the Karma Taj Zen Room meditating, suddenly felt something unusual about the Eye of Agamotto. He looked back and saw the artifact floating in the air, and saw the chaotic timeline displayed in it.
An abnormal point, so he took two steps forward and put the gem in his palm.
The phone rang suddenly. While staring at that spot, Strange picked up the phone and said, "Hey, what's wrong?"
"Yes, I'm about to leave. I won't be the first to arrive in Los Angeles, but I will definitely not be the last. Although seeing Stark's face earlier is nothing to be happy about. I just want to
Go see Wanda and her children."
"Of course, I know..."
Strange saw the anomaly jumping repeatedly in the near future, and the figure in the picture that appeared was somewhat familiar.
Suddenly, this anomaly jumped to a very long time in the past, at least 20 years ago.
After hanging up the phone, Strange stared at the Eye of Agamotto, seemingly understanding something, and couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart.
All the images that appeared before my eyes quickly receded until they were frozen.
With a swish sound, the sharp blade swiped ten centimeters below Strange's right elbow. There was no blood, no residual limbs, and no pain or screams. At that moment, Strange saw Schiller.
He had a shocked face, but he didn't tell anyone that it was Schiller's voice that echoed in his head at that time.
"...I feel ashamed that I can't do it. Because of this shame, I often feel endless depression, and even full of self-destructive tendencies, which makes them save me more because of my initial return. They will only look forward to that forever.
No more rewards will come.”
"I'm not a kidnapper, but there is one thing I am..."
"...Be a hostage and train a kidnapper."
Standing in front of the banquet hall, Strange covered the bright sunshine in front of him with his hands. Looking at a figure walking towards him, he couldn't help but wonder if the truth was what he imagined.
Seeing Strange waiting at the door, Schiller was confused for a moment, but he quickly walked up, stood side by side with him, turned around and asked, "Why don't you go in?"
"It's nothing, I just don't want to see Stark's face too early."
Schiller sighed helplessly. Thinking of what Stark said about the Hand of God later, he felt a deep headache. Although the previous identity and background issues had been resolved, the two turkeys were tit for tat.
The problem still faced him.
"Let's go in." Schiller took the lead and walked forward. Strange was standing there and Schiller had to stop and look back at him and asked: "What's wrong? What are you doing here?"
Strange paused, but still walked towards Schiller and said, "Do you remember the first time we met?"
Schiller's expression froze slightly, and then he said: "How long ago it was, you don't still hate me for threatening you with a cane, do you?"
Strange raised his eyebrows, looked across Schiller's face, showed a smile and said: "I also know that you were in a hurry at the time. How was my car that day?"
"Not bad, at least it's pretty fast." Schiller looked back at him and said, "Do you want me to give you a certificate?"
"That's not necessary." Strange stopped smiling and stared at Schiller's back, not knowing what he was thinking.
In the tower of thought, a hand suddenly appeared above the layers of files in the memory bank. One of the folders was taken out, and he looked through it, but only a few words were said.
Another figure in a black suit stood behind him and asked: "So you really deleted all Strange's parts? Only a chase with the agents was left?"
The superego looked back and said: "Treat others in their own way."
Arrogance smiled and said: "'Be a hostage and train a kidnapper', Strange did a good job."