Eric watched as Schiller opened the door to the basement and threw the body he was carrying in. Even though he had just walked through the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, his clothes were not stained with any blood. Considering that he had just acted in such a way
Carrying seven corpses, Eric felt that he should re-examine the past mentioned in Schiller's few words.
It is precisely because he was a member of the detachment that Eric knew how difficult it was to carry a corpse. Even if the execution in the gas chamber was bloodless, many people would become incontinent and may also suffer from projectile vomiting before death.
Even if the eyeballs explode due to high intracranial pressure, how to carry the corpse without sticking the dirt on the body requires a lot of practice.
Eric has such good skills because he is driven to do these things. If he always gets his clothes dirty, he will definitely be kicked out of the team and do the dirtier and more tiring work, the detachment.
The children there can work in groups of two or three and ensure their own hygiene while handling the corpse.
When two or three people carry a body together, it is not very difficult to keep a body clean, but when an adult carries another adult, especially the one being carried, almost all of his internal organs are removed from the body.
It seems more like a superpower to be able to carry seven corpses neatly and cleanly when spitting out.
"What are you going to do?" Eric asked standing at the door of the basement passage, and Schiller looked at him with some confusion and said, "Of course, to destroy the body and eliminate traces."
"They will definitely find their way here. Do we still have to wait here?"
"No, they won't." Schiller said: "The one who wants to find me is Hydra, so this operation must be secret."
Eric seemed to understand a little. He said: "They are hiding in the secret police team and using their manpower to accomplish their secret goals, but at the same time they don't want to be discovered by the higher-ups. You are one of the secret targets, so this time
The operation must be confidential."
"It might even be random." Schiller picked up the tools in the toolbox and said, "They might just have led the Gestapo to patrol here, and then claimed that they had just found suspicious traces on the house, so they
Then he would go around to the rooftop and then come 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, always hiding in the dark, cutting off one head and growing two."
"Is this the fine work you're talking about?" Eric walked in, took the tools and started to help Schiller, but he didn't actually feel that this was a very difficult job. People were already dead.
, no matter how horrific the state of the corpse is, there is nothing worthy of praise.
"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 the next thing."
"what are you up to?"
"I need you to do me a favor." Schiller tapped the ground with his saw and said, "You'll find out soon."
"Can I go down and have a look?" Charles stood at the door of the basement passage again, looking in curiously, but there was a corner in the stairs, so he couldn't see the specific situation in the basement.
"I advise you not to go," Eric said.
Charles seemed to realize something. After taking two steps back, he looked at Eric and said, "How did you deal with those seven corpses?"
"Don't ask questions knowingly."
Charles swallowed and stayed away from the passage leading to the basement, but he wisely didn't ask anything. Sometimes, even without mind reading, he had dangerous instincts like a beast.
Charles continued to look at the newspapers on the wall, but many of them were very old. Eric did not have deep memories of those reports, so the forms they showed in the spiritual world were very vague and there was nothing to read.
Charles walked to the side of the restaurant 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 what Charles had seen.
The only lifestyle that Rick could call habitual.
Charles walked over, and when he saw the newspaper for the first time, his heart beat wildly - the big photo printed on the front page was Schiller's face.
"The church murderer has finally been arrested, and Andel Schiller, the heinous surgeon, will pay a heavy price for his crimes."
In the photo, Schiele was being escorted forward, with his head lowered and the camera shooting from above. His thick eyelashes completely covered his eyes. Charles never thought that Schiele's eyebrow arch could be so sharp.
Obviously most of the time his eyebrows are very soft.
Charles swallowed and looked up at Eric. Eric had indeed crossed paths with Schiller in the past.
Wait, surgeon? Isn't Schiller a psychiatrist?
Of course, he could be a surgeon, Charles thought. For this kind of immortal, there is no technology that cannot be mastered. Some aspects of surgical skills are not complicated, and ordinary people can master them after a period of practice.
Then Charles suddenly thought that a doctor had also appeared 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 mixed the boiled water with warm water and poured it into the bottle. He walked upstairs to feed Anya who was picked up and put her to sleep. After putting her to sleep, Eric put on his raincoat.
Stepping into the hazy rainy night.
The lights were on all night long in a small building on the river bank. Schiller was sitting on a chair, and people in uniforms were walking around opposite. The heels of their leather shoes clicked on the floor, and the crisp sound seemed particularly cold.
"I said you can't kill me." Schiller looked particularly relaxed and said, "Now that you have noticed that mysterious resistance, how do you feel?"
"No matter what tricks you are doing, you will definitely pay the price for what you have done." The person opposite lowered the brim of his hat and said: "You must be alive now because you are useful to some people, and when you lose their use
Value, I guarantee 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 is very cold, but Schiller always conveys a gentle feeling.
He lowered his eyes and smiled and said: "I guess next you will say that you can also help them ask what they want from me. At that time, you will let me know how powerful it is, and they will definitely come to see you.
, you have the right to negotiate terms with them, because you caught me."
Schiller seemed to be guessing his thoughts, but in fact he was just saying that he was dreaming. He had never been provoked like this before, so he walked over and reached out to grab Schiller's collar.
But at this moment, there was a knock on the door, and his subordinate stood outside the door and hesitated, so he had to take back his hand, walked over and whispered a few words, then looked back at Schiller and said: "You
The best days are coming to an end, Church Killer."
"It's up to you." Schiller still didn't look anxious at all.
The man went out, and Schiller sat there for a while. The handcuffs were not a meaningful restraint measure for him. He pulled hard with both arms, and the handcuffs were torn in the middle. 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 knocked 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 at the front hesitated and felt the world spinning for a moment. Their heads hit the wall hard, and their eyes were blurred with blood.
With a bang, the bullets fired failed to hit Schiller. In an instant, the four people at the front had fallen, but the person who rushed in first fell behind and the last person was hit by a huge force against the wall.
, he felt that his wrist had been twisted, and the moment pain came from the place where the back of his head came into contact with the wall, a warm liquid flowed along his neck to his back.
"Uh..." He let out a cry of pain, and then heard the man who knocked him down said: "Whose are you, the 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.
"No matter who you are, go back and tell your boss that I need to talk to him. I'll be waiting for him in the confessional of Berbally Church."
After saying that, Schiller left. When he passed by the security room at the front, he saw the body of the soldier from before. It seemed that these people should be Baron Zemo's men. Hitler was not dead yet, and the Red Skull was too worried.
If there are many, he will not take action easily.
When Nick arrived, he only saw corpses on the ground. They were obviously killed by two different groups of people. The ones in the security room were all shot, and the ones in the interrogation room... looked like someone
There is an elephant in this room.
Nick didn't mean to use such a funny metaphor, but all the corpses in this room looked like they were smashed into pieces, as if someone had thrown them against the wall with great force, and the impact was completely beyond what the human body can withstand.
to such an extreme that it breaks the neck or ruptures the spleen.
There is no other explanation except that there once was an elephant here.
"Damn, they're so impatient." Nick cursed, and Jones walked in behind him, looking at the corpses here in surprise, obviously shocked by the state of their deaths.
"Hydra." Nick said: "As soon as Schiller was arrested, they couldn't help but rush in here and want to take him away. To be more precise, they may also want to silence him."
"How did he do that?"
"I have long said that he is not simple. To alert the enemy like this will only make him leave Berlin as quickly as possible. By then our plan will be useless."
"Maybe the Eisenhardts..."
"I'm referring to the plan to operate Felix. What do you think it is?" Nick said: "Even if Germany has an atomic bomb, it won't change anything. Even if they destroy Moscow with a nuclear bomb, those Soviet guys outside will not
They will rush in the same way, the only difference is that Mustache dies in an undignified manner."
Jones looked relieved, but still said: "I'm glad you are sober. I thought it was your bounden duty to complete orders."
"Then I will have to be an ordinary agent for the rest of my life." Nick put away the gun and said: "If they scare Schiller away, we 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 movement on the second floor and were worried that Felix was uncomfortable, so they walked up. Then they saw an unexpected person - Schiller, who was having sex with Felix.