In the dark corridor, two pairs of glowing eyes suddenly lit up. Batman walked out of the darkness first, looking through the smoke and dust of the explosion at the corridor ahead. What came out from behind was a very tall man.
The figure must bend forward in the passage about two meters high.
The first thing that appeared in the light was a crocodile's mouth, then limbs that looked like both a crocodile and a human, and a huge tail. Batman turned to him and asked: "Waylon, can you still smell it?"
The huge crocodile man lowered his head, slightly shrugged his nose, and then said in a very low voice: "They left along this passage. My sense of smell is not wrong..."
Then, his bulging face wrinkled and looked even more ferocious, and he said, "It's too dry here, and I don't like it very much."
"Dry?" Batman said with some doubts, "Are you sure? This is under Gotham's underground water veins. There is extremely abundant underground water above. In any case, it shouldn't be called dry, right?"
"This is the strange thing." When the Crocodile Man stepped forward, the passageway shook a little. He said: "I once lived in the sewers of Gotham. It was very damp and dark there. I liked it very much, but it is completely different here.
On the contrary, I felt like I was being fucked to death."
Batman narrowed his eyes. He and the Crocodile Man walked forward together, and said as they walked: "Thanks to you, Waylon, otherwise, in such a dark and narrow environment, I really don't know how to locate the other party."
"You're welcome, Batman. It was you who saved me in the warehouse fire. If it weren't for you, I might have been crushed to death." The crocodile man glanced at his waist and abdomen, because of his strong recovery ability, there was no trace of it there.
There were no scars left, but he still remembered the feeling of being pressed under a heavy object and having his body burned by flames.
When Bruce visited the slums and became a warehouse manager, he worked in the warehouse with Killer Croc. At that time, the warehouse suddenly caught fire, and he rescued Killer Croc. Later, he even went to find Killer Croc once.
I've heard his story.
Killer Croc was born with anti-ancestral genes, so he was ridiculed by his classmates and friends since he was a child. Later, because he couldn't survive in normal society, he had to come to Gotham.
Originally, he lived well in the sewers, but the Frozen Gotham incident almost caused him to be trapped in the sewers. The sewers were unlivable. He had no choice but to find a house on land. But if he wanted to find a house, he had to
Find a job first.
Most jobs couldn't hire such grotesque workers as him. They only had porters who were really hardworking and didn't care about their appearance. Therefore, Killer Croc got a stable job, a pretty good salary, and even some savings.
, allowing him to spend the period of recuperating at home.
"We have to hurry up." Killer Crocodile said, "I only asked for half a day's leave. If I go back late, I might miss dinner. The boss said he would leave a live chicken for me tonight..."
The sound of him swallowing saliva echoed in the dark passage. Batman quickened his pace and continued to move in the direction pointed by Killer Croc.
On the other side, Schiller was taken to what the agents said was a larger stronghold, and he sat on the chair again.
Seeing Laurenna taking out the rope, he shook his head and said, "I advise you not to do such useless work, otherwise it will waste time when you take me to transfer later."
"We won't take you to transfer anymore." Scott, who was standing next to him, said: "We will stay here until the leader brings people to pick you up. Soon, you will board the flight to
Plane from Washington, professor, you'd better pray that the people over there in Washington have a good temper like me, otherwise..."
He snorted coldly, and the threat was clear in his words, but Schiller's attention was not focused on him. He looked at the structure of the entire stronghold and found that it was indeed a larger and more complete stronghold.
Specifically, there are seven large passages here, leading to different directions. There are sufficient lighting equipment, making the light here much brighter than other small rooms. More importantly, there are fortifications at every intersection.
Few ammunition boxes are stacked in the deepest part of the room.
The agents who have just arrived here are changing their equipment. Originally, they were carrying out escort missions and were only equipped with a pistol and two long guns in the car. However, there are not only various types of rifles, but also rocket launchers and grenades. Such a sufficient supply.
The amount of ammunition is enough to fight a small war.
However, Schiller still looked straight at the three passages in front of him. He hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Don't tell me that those roadblocks you put in front of the passages are the so-called fortifications?"
Following Schiller's gaze, the three passages in front of him were the three largest passages. There were explosion-proof roadblocks and coils in front of each passage. Scott shook his head and said, "You don't have to use this method to attack us."
Confidence, Professor, we all know that you are a famous psychologist and know all kinds of psychological tactics well."
"During the initial attack, you deliberately warned us to escape in advance, and even made a follow-up plan for us, showing that you were on our side to relax our vigilance."
"You keep emphasizing your weakness, even asking me to inject you with twice the amount of sedative drugs. You are giving us the illusion that you cannot resist with force and do not have the physical strength to escape."
"But in fact, I have seen the reaction of people who overdose on sedative drugs. They will lose almost all logical thinking and can hardly move in sleepiness and sluggishness. Unlike you now, you can still have time to laugh at us.
"
"After creating the illusion that you were on our side and that you were very weak, you began to use various words to create a fictional image of a powerful enemy, as if he was the hunter and we were the prey.
Put pressure on us."
Scott shook his head and said: "But obviously, the situation is exactly the opposite. His first two sneak attacks not only did not hurt any of us, but also exposed his own position and way of thinking."
"Our initial strategic shift was not about escaping. In fact, if we didn't have to ensure your safety, we wouldn't have had to run away at all."
"After the so-called aftermath, you began to dictate more things. If you were an ordinary person, you would have fallen into your trap now. You feel that you are just a harmless counselor who can solve the current crisis. You feel that you can only rely on and trust.
Only with you can we escape from here."
"But in fact, all illusions and assumptions are just traps created by you. This trick has been used countless times among the prisoners we arrested."
Scott walked up to Schiller and said, "I don't like dealing with certain highly intelligent criminals, because every action they do and every word they say is to set a trap for me."
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Unexpectedly, Schiller skillfully picked up his words and said in a voice that sounded like he was talking in his sleep: "And you know, the best way to deal with them, besides ignoring them, is to use violence.
Tell them to shut up."
Scott stopped waving his fist in the air. Schiller raised his head and lowered his eyes, looking at him only through the gap between his eyelashes. Then he showed a successful smile and said:
"How do you know that the purpose of setting up this series of traps is to escape, not to die here?"
Schiller closed his eyes and his voice became lower: "You know that I am a famous psychologist. Even if you give me a sufficient amount of sedatives, I can still hypnotize myself to lower my heart rate.
to an extreme state."
"At this time, if I am violently stimulated, I will probably go into shock. I am sure that you have no conditions to save me." Schiller, on the edge of being half asleep, let out a deep laugh, and then said:
"Do you want to try and keep punching? Give me a punch and make me scream, and then bet that the heart rate monitor on my wrist will forgive you for such rude behavior?"
Scott punched his eyes, clenched and unclenched his fists in the air, and finally waved and lowered his arms.
He bent down and put his hands on his knees, put his head close to Schiller's eyes, looked into his eyes and said:
"Professor, even among the most vicious and cunning criminals I have seen, you are the one who surprised me the most."
"But I must remind you that such rhetoric will lose its effect in Washington, a city with well-established medical conditions."
"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Agent." Schiller lowered his head again, as if falling asleep, and murmured: "I also want to remind you that your fists will lose their ability earlier than my words.
effect."
"Bang! Bang! Bang bang!!!!"
"Someone has invaded! Someone has invaded!!"
"Whoosh whoosh! Bang bang! Boom!"
"Oh! What is that?! Oh my God! Monster! There is a monster!! Help!!! There is a crocodile monster rushing in!!!"
Scott turned back instantly. He saw a huge figure jumping out of the middle of the three passages. The roadblocks and coils placed in the center of the passage had no effect and were crushed almost instantly.
Already.
Using the light in the room, Scott saw that it was a huge half-human, half-crocodile monster. Ordinary pistol bullets hit his crocodile-like armor, leaving only a series of sparks. He was about to raise his gun and shoot.
Laurenna, the female agent, was swept away by the huge tail.
Following closely behind was a black shadow. Although he was not as strong and tall as the crocodile monster, he was more deadly.
Any agent who met him would be knocked down almost within one round. Scott saw a series of electric lights coming out of his pitch-black armor. All agents who came into contact with the electric lights were knocked unconscious in an instant.
Already.
The two men rushed in so fast that the remaining agents did not have time to equip powerful automatic weapons. Seeing them rushing towards Schiller, Scott subconsciously pulled out the saber from his waist and pressed it against the table.
strangle the neck.
In an instant, the black shadow stopped moving. Scott narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "No matter who you are, I know what your goal is. Put the gun down and ask your companions to stop. Otherwise, I will kill you immediately."
kill him."
Scott's hand strangled Schiller's neck, and the tip of the knife was against his Adam's apple, but because of this, he could feel a faint voice coming from Schiller's vocal cords: "He didn't bring a gun, so there was nothing he could do."
Put the gun down."
"Shut up!" Scott whispered through gritted teeth.
"Take the knife away." Batman's face was as dark as water. Schiller, who was choked by Scott, was more embarrassed than he imagined.
The buttons on his suit have been completely unbuttoned, the knot on his tie has been loosened, and it is just hanging around his neck. The lens on one side of his glasses is full of mud, but judging from the condition of the pupil of the other exposed eye, he should
He was given an overdose of sedative drugs.
"You have violated the Geneva Convention, let him go immediately." Batman walked forward slowly with firm steps, which put a lot of pressure on Scott.
Scott really hesitated for a moment. He didn't expect that the weirdo on the other side would hit the point directly. If Schiller accused them of abusing the prisoners in court, there might be another lawsuit.
Who knows if there is a video recording equipment on the other side? If this weirdo and Schiller are a team, when the time comes and this video is shown in court and they are beaten into submission, it will definitely cause resistance to the trial.
But at this time, Schiller's weak voice came again: "Ask him, what identity is he using to prevent the FBI's regular law enforcement?"
Scott was stunned for a moment. He opened his mouth and almost blurted out Schiller's question, but then he realized what to say and didn't know what to say.
He thought about it and didn't think there was anything wrong with Schiller's words, because it really hit the point.
If Batman wants to supervise FBI law enforcement, he must do it as an open, legal citizen, and it is obvious that neither he nor the crocodile man next to him has this status at the moment, so I question
Identity is the best choice.
"This enforcement by the FBI is completely reasonable and compliant, with formal approval documents and arrest warrants. We fully accept the reasonable supervision of any American citizen, but are you an official citizen of the United States?"
Batman paused for a moment, then narrowed his eyes. He thought, it seems that this time, he has encountered a tough problem.
"You should have discovered that the terrifying monster chasing you is not my imagination." Schiller kept his head down, so Batman didn't notice at all. Even though his whole body was motionless, his mouth was still moving.
Scott was a little hesitant, but he did find out that what Schiller said was true. The opponent looked completely different from ordinary people, and it was not something they, escort agents who were not specialized in combat, could deal with.
"Don't try to defeat him with words, and don't think that you can force him to prepare escape tools for you. The only way now is to hold him for a few seconds, and then you can take me away directly."
Looking at the terrifying crocodile monster, grinning ferociously at the agent lying on the ground next to him, Scott's hands trembled, and then he asked in a low voice: "How to hold him down?"
Schiller replied: "I saw that where the ammunition was piled behind you, in addition to grenades, there were also smoke grenades. That was your only hope of taking me out of here."
"Now I want to teach you how to prevent the opponent from attacking you. This will buy us at least 30 seconds, enough for you to retrieve the smoke grenade and create enough smoke for us to leave."
Scott grabbed Schiller's neck and gritted his teeth and said: "You'd better have this method. You should know that if the escort mission is likely to fail completely, we have the right to directly kill the escort target."
At this time, Batman had almost walked in front of the two men. He knew that as long as he took two more steps forward, he would reach the right position for violent rescue.
At this time, Schiller, who had his head lowered, still murmured vaguely:
"I know, I know... you always want to find a weakness in me, but you have never succeeded, so I have not used such despicable means before..."
"You asked for it, Batman."
Then, Schiller tilted his head slightly, exposing the side of his neck, and whispered in Scott's ear like a devil with a smile:
"See that scar on the side of my neck? Aim there and give me a knife."
"The further the blood is spread, the safer you are."
I have a fever of 39 degrees, but I’ll add 2,000 words more
Don't tell me, I'm so dizzy that my thoughts are flowing
