Schiller stood by the window and watched the FBI car leave. He turned his head to add firewood to the fireplace, and another hand was pressed on the firewood he wanted to grab.
He looked up and saw Tim smiling at him.
There was no light on in the living room, only the dimming light of the fireplace. Tim's smile was the same as when he sat on the threshold that night. There was always a proud and unnoticeable cunningness that his two brothers did not have. The young man was full of high spirits.
.
Schiller grabbed the stick in his hand and hit him on the head.
"Ouch!" Tim yelled, holding his head.
"Why are you hitting people?!" Tim sat on the ground covering his head, his eyes widening in anger.
"Is it your fault?" Schiller stood up with a stick, and Tim also jumped up, grinning and covering the bump on his head that had just been knocked out.
"You can't hit anyone even if it's my fault!"
Then Tim was hit on the shoulder again, and he hurriedly ran to the sofa, shouting as he ran: "You don't play according to the routine! Shouldn't you pull me to sit down and talk?! Stop it, really
Do you think I dare not fight back?!"
Schiller took advantage of the fact that he had a weapon in his hand, but Tim couldn't dodge, so he slapped him hard several times, and then said angrily: "Arrogance is just a matter of good temper. Let's talk about it. What's there to talk about?!"
Tim stood on the other side of the sofa, holding his arm that had just been slapped and gasping for air. Schiller said angrily: "You think I will give you a chance to be proud of your plan?"
Are you talking to show off your intelligence? Do you think I’m stupid?”
"Then why don't you ask me what I want to do?"
"I don't think it's strange that you want to drag the moon down now." Schiller rolled his eyes and said, "It's just that you don't have enough homework!"
Tim lowered his arms and sighed: "It's hard to believe that you and the professor are the same person. Yes, I just finished my homework. What are you going to do?"
Schiller folded his arms with a stick, narrowed his eyes and said, "You sealed this place with plants. If I can't get out, won't you also be able to get out?"
"Yes, I can't get out, do you still want to kill me?"
"Are you stupid? Murder is illegal!"
As soon as Tim opened his mouth to say something, Schiller shouted at the top of his lungs: "Pamela! Five million dollars went into your universe's account and tied up this kid!"
"Okay!" Pamela appeared in a flash.
Swish, swish, the vines protruding from the corner of the room directly hung Tim up. Schiller weighed the stick in his hand and said: "The tricks of your universe will not work here. Children should not interfere with adults' affairs.
Son."
"I'm going to get involved!" Tim shouted: "If you dare to hit me, I will expose your information on the Internet!"
"Do you think I won't have friends who are media workers?! Just be honest, I'm going out." Schiller hurriedly threw down the stick, put on his coat, and went out.
Pamela put Tim down, and Tim continued to rub his arms with a grin on his face. Pamela rolled up his sleeves and saw that there was a red mark.
"He really beats up a naughty child." Pamela sighed: "You still get beaten less. If he hits you, won't you hide?"
"He attacked me secretly! And no one else has hit me before!"
"So you've been beaten less." Pamela put down his sleeve and said, "Don't look at me like that. Do you think you can beat him if I'm on your side?"
"Then why don't you hang him up?"
"Did you know that plants are afraid of fire?" Pamela said speechlessly: "If I hadn't hung you up just now, he would have overturned the fireplace and burned down the house, and he wouldn't even be able to hide from the mountain."
Tim sighed through his nose and said, "The FBI is back now anyway, so there shouldn't be any trouble in Los Angeles."
"I hope things will develop as you speculated." Pamela said: "I always find it difficult."
The two of them walked toward the door together, and Tim asked, "Why?"
"Didn't you notice? His behavior is more unpredictable than the professor's." Pamela shook her head and said, "If I have to say it, your father is more like him."
"The professor is more stable than him." Tim began to rub the bump on his head again and said while inhaling: "I am more like him."
Tim saw the red car they rented being driven away, and the taillights gradually disappeared on the dark road.
"You don't seem surprised," said Pamela.
"I know your plant barrier can't stop him. He has a teleportation ring. Otherwise, how could he have gone to town to buy firewood before?"
"Then you also said that the kidnapping does not need to involve specific people."
"You could have tied him up just now, but you didn't."
"He paid for it."
"Is there a possibility that in our universe I am richer than him?"
"Then you should make an offer!"
"Five million is too expensive, no way."
"Forget it!"
“If you’re not a family member, you don’t know how expensive firewood and rice are!”
With a ding-dong sound, Tim's phone prompted a new text message. He took out his phone and opened the message interface, and found that Jason had sent them a message.
"Are you in Los Angeles now? Is Pamela here?"
"You have been discovered by Jason." Tim turned to look at Pamela and said, "He said before that he was going to meet Captain America, so you should have been targeted by the Avengers."
"Then who's to blame?" Pamela said angrily.
"The good news is that the Avengers probably haven't mobilized, or you're not worthy of them. The bad news is that Captain America alone is enough to give us a headache. Can you beat him?"
"It depends on the situation." Pamela said with some embarrassment: "I have encountered him in the Doujie dungeon before. He is not very strong, but I can't break through his defense."
"Captain America is a moderate variable. The FBI brought him here, perhaps to make him a witness in the assassination. Although he is now a has-been Internet celebrity, he still has a certain influence."
"In the original plan, the congressmen and the FBI teamed up to defraud funds by directing and acting on their own. With the witness of Captain America, it becomes more real."
"But now the plan has changed. He should go to Los Angeles to suppress the chaos. This is not good."
"Why?"
"Didn't I say it? If there are no mice, how can cats be shown to be important? The FBI may not necessarily kill all Hydras within its jurisdiction, but Captain America will, and Hydra is his old enemy.
"
"Yes, what if the Hydra in Los Angeles is wiped out by him..."
"Then Hydra will become a key protection target, and even SHIELD and the FBI will provide him with support...Wait a minute, Schiller didn't do it on purpose, right?"
Tim's eyes turned again and again, proving that his brain was thinking rapidly. The two of them walked to the beach together, while he said.
"Assuming that he is not the real leader of Hydra, but just an undercover agent, then bringing Captain America over and sweeping out Hydra will significantly weaken Hydra's power."
"But you said both the FBI and SHIELD would give Hydra support."
"If support is given, whose hands will it ultimately fall into?" Tim raised a key question, "Is it in the hands of the real Hydra or Schiller?"
"You said he wants to eat both sides?"
"I would also like to think that, indeed, rather than cooperating with one party and using the importance of one's own existence as a threat to get both parties to help him, he can have more food."
"Oh, I understand." Pamela said: "On the surface, he wants to make Hydra cause trouble in Los Angeles and help SHIELD get funds."
"In fact, he secretly transferred Captain America and asked him to take advantage of the absence of the FBI to clean up Hydra in Los Angeles. In order to prevent Captain America and the Avengers behind him from killing them all, both parties had to support him.
.”
The two of them came to the beach. The speedboat used by the FBI to land had not been driven away. Tim had seen from the window that the people from the sea had also evacuated with the people on the land, and no longer took the sea route, so this
The boat is cheaper for them.
Tim can drive a speedboat. As soon as the two of them stepped on the boat, Tim started the speedboat and the two of them sailed towards Los Angeles quickly.
"Do you think we will be caught by the Avengers as soon as we dock?" Pamela seemed a little worried. She said, "I think I should be able to run away, but you may not."
"That's not what you should worry about now."
"What is that?"
"There are people much stupider than the Avengers." Tim lowered his head and glanced at the dashboard of the speedboat. His eyes stayed somewhere for a while, but he didn't say anything.
The speedboat moved forward at full speed, the sea was clear, and the straight-line distance was not far. They soon saw the lights of Los Angeles.
When the nearest pier docked, the two jumped out of the speedboat. In an instant, countless lights came on. Policemen with FBI badges shuttled between the police cars like a school of fish. A crossfire network soon formed, with countless black holes aiming their guns at each other.
got them.
Tim quickly raised his hands. Pamela glanced at him and did not resist. She raised her hands to indicate that she had no weapons.
The police put them into two police cars respectively. As soon as Tim got in, he saw that the strong man sitting in the front passenger seat had a pair of shining blue eyes when he looked back.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Tim Drake."
"It seems that my good brother has sold all my information."
"He was just cooperating with the case."
"You deliberately left the speedboat behind because you felt that if this attack plan succeeded, trapping the opponent in a trapped beast fight would only increase casualties, so you left him an escape route, but added additional fuel on the speedboat.
He has a locating device, but aren’t you afraid that he will drive to Mexico?”
"No, because he feels that he still has power in Los Angeles. I know Hydra, they will feel that they still have room for a comeback."
"Seeing is better than hearing, Captain America."
"Thank you, since you have discovered it, why don't you drive to Mexico?"
"Of course I have my reasons." Tim grinned at him and said, "Are you going to take me to the FBI to interrogate me?"
"If you're of age, yes."
"Do you know what answer you're going to get?"
Steve looked back at him.
"I was kidnapped by Hydra, but I saw the true face of the smuggler who kidnapped me. It was Xi, the famous psychiatrist on the Internet..."
"You'd better think carefully about what you're going to say." Steve interrupted him forcefully and said: "Telling me is different from leaving everything you want to say in the interrogation transcript. You have to testify in court.
Him?"
"No." Tim's U-turn reply made Steve stunned for a moment, but then he felt like his brain was going to explode.
"I will testify against him on the Internet, and then let all netizens see what shameful things the FBI, S.H.I.E.L.D., and Hydra are doing."
"Do you have evidence?"
“Does the network need evidence?”
Steve now understood deeply why Jason had told him that only Tim could be called a "crazy teenager."