Chapter 1579

"If you had stayed in Germany, it would make sense," Seeing Natasha said while thinking: "The anti-Soviet ideology of that era was already very serious. The vast majority of Europe had fallen, and the trend in Germany has always been relatively... radical."

But Schiller shook his head and said: "It has nothing to do with ideology, nothing to do with wealth or life status, but it has something to do with the law."

Seeing Natasha's eyes gradually changed. She leaned her body back, sticking tightly to the back of the chair, as if she wanted to escape from here, because she realized that the smile on Schiller's face was not right, it was very not right.

"More importantly, if you remember my previous experience, then you should know how precious an opportunity to leave that country was to me, and that was also my first time getting rid of surveillance."

"Tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time." Seeing Natasha couldn't help but read out the word that appeared in her heart. Schiller looked at her as if he was a bit surprised, and then said with a smile: "Perhaps the suffering that sculpted you is named Rodin, Madam."

Seeing Natasha was not happy at all for this kind of praise. She was like someone who had already imagined what Schiller's next topic would be, trying hard to close her ears and thoughts in advance.

"Why don't we focus on fishing?" Schiller looked at the water surface again and proposed another possibility.

"God, stop torturing me. If you want to say it, say it quickly. I swear, I will record every word you say clearly into S. H. I. E. L. D.'s confidential files!" Seeing Natasha said through gritted teeth.

"You can say directly that you want to make them public," Schiller hadn't forgotten to make a light joke. Seeing Natasha found that the Schiller she was facing now had a sense of humor that she didn't usually have, as if he was very good at chatting.

He was indeed very good at it. Seeing Natasha even thought desperately that even if she knew he might talk about topics that would bring pollution just by passing through her brain, Seeing Natasha still sat there without moving, and she had ten thousand excuses that could let her leave, such as going to see the fish situation on Nick and Steve's side.

Suddenly, she felt something touch the top of her head. Seeing Natasha reached out a hand to touch upward, but soon she felt Schiller's hand press on her shoulder.

Seeing Natasha took a few seconds to adjust her sense of direction. At this time, she realized that she was standing on the ceiling she had just touched with her feet on the ground, and what she was stepping on was the reverse side of the floor of the thinking tower.

But she was nailed there as if she were, and even felt curious about the next topic.

"... civilized like a killer," Seeing Natasha introduced.

"You have an educational background in surgery?" Seeing Natasha was a bit surprised.

"I will make a specific bait to fish for a certain type of fish," Chang Rou folded his hands together.

The female agent's reaction was quite fast, and Schiller grabbed the fish faster, slapped it on the ice, let it faint, and then put the fish into the water tank in the same way.

"No, the problem is not in this step, or rather, the problem appeared before it reached the step of running for one's life."

Suddenly, Seeing Natasha found a point of light in the darkness. She frowned at the beam of light in front and asked: "What is that?"

"Don't move."

He was wearing a dark gray turtleneck sweater, looking younger, without glasses, but what made Seeing Natasha feel a bit surprised was that this Schiller had half-long hair. Any hair longer than his shoulders was tied behind his head with a rubber band, but some were scattered in front of his forehead.

"Look, this is the fun of fishing. This fish is clearly still alive, but death is only a matter of time. In order to survive, it struggles so savagely, yet it is so fragile, while the angler still sits steadily."

Schiller and Seeing Natasha came to the elevator on the first floor, but this elevator, which originally started on the ground floor, now had a negative first floor option.

"I said before, my various desires and pathologies grew together. The pathology deeply affected them, and merged with them to a certain extent."

"Not novel," Seeing Natasha leaned her body back again, looked Schiller up and down from head to toe, and said: "It can be imagined, at least your theological knowledge is enough."

"I guess you need some strong liquor, Madam."

Schiller sighed deeply, and Seeing Natasha really heard sorrow and helplessness from that sigh, which actually made a kind of temperament that Seeing Natasha had never thought of appear on Schiller, which is melancholy.

"That's right," Seeing Natasha misunderstood. She said: "If you need to take out multiple targets in a short time, the people chasing you can always find clues from those dense infiltration and assassination behaviors. If you don't stay away from that area thoroughly as soon as possible, the chance of being caught is very high."

"Don't be too greedy, Madam. Even if you are a genetically modified person, you can't bear more. Come with me, I'll show you something."

"You could have let everyone not know about this," Seeing Natasha pointed out: "It's also unnecessary to show it to me."

Chang Rou finally stood up from the fishing chair, squatted next to his luggage bag, and rummaged out a very small bottle of wine. It looked like the kind sold on the convenience store shelf, and it was a bit cute from the bottle body to the cap.

"More importantly, if I bring my group of friends and show them these things... they might treat me like crazy, even more crazy and extreme than before. I don't think that's good."

"That's not what we should focus on now, Madam. Besides, if you really did that, you definitely wouldn't live to this day. I'll explain the reason to you later."

Seeing Natasha hadn't been here, and didn't know if this was normal, just that she watched Schiller press the negative first floor button, and the elevator slid down slowly after shaking.

"Then what did you do that day?"

Seeing Natasha fell into deep thought. Her brain was running at high speed, speculating that Schiller escaped from the original cage and came to a free and broad new world, he must not have done anything good. Why did he come?

Seeing Natasha did it instinctively. In the next second, with a "bang," she was flipped over by Schiller, but it wasn't the head-down drowning posture. She felt her feet land on solid ground.

And unlike everyone else who came here, Seeing Natasha's first reaction was: "This wine is too strong. Can you give me some more?"

"You possess a sensitivity that ordinary people don't have, and a quite strong physique. Infiltration and assassination are not difficult," Seeing Natasha asked with a frown: "Why don't you do that?"

"But if no one has the answer, they will dig constantly, which is also very annoying."

"My God!" Seeing Natasha let out an exclamation from the bottom of her heart, then said: "If you appeared in front of me with that look for the first time, I would have to go to bed with you no matter what. A perfect ascetic-dissolute person."

"Partly so," Chang Rou wrapped his coat tighter, folded his hands on his abdomen, put one leg on the other, and said: "But it's impossible for me to rush into their homes, open them up with a burst of bullets. I know that's the American style of assassination, but it's hard to do in practice."

No one in this world expects Schiller to be worried, but now the facts are just happening. Chang Rou's expression now can almost be called worried.

Seeing Natasha followed Schiller forward, looking at the busy scene in the tower while asking: "I still can't help but ask, why me?"

"Like you said, Madam, you are good at calmly accepting everything reality gives you, rarely making a fuss. We two are more alike."

"This brings us back to the previous topic," Chang Rou smiled helplessly, lowering his head, and said: "What is the most important thing for infiltration and assassination? It's not infiltration and assassination, but leaving quickly, destroying evidence, and flying far away after succeeding."

Seeing Natasha didn't even have time to be surprised before she found herself floating in a piece of darkness. She looked up and found the elevator that brought them here sliding upward at high speed, disappearing into the darkness above like a meteor.

Schiller opened the cap, and the charming wine aroma spread. Seeing Natasha almost snatched the bottle and poured it into her mouth. After the world turned upside down, she found herself in Schiller's thinking tower.

Seeing Natasha waited for the elevator door in front of her to open, but what opened was not the door on the side of the elevator they walked into, but the floor under the elevator's feet. With a "click," the floor split into two halves, and Seeing Natasha and Schiller fell in together just like that.

"Oh, that was because a hole was made before. The story is just about to start from there."

"Revenge?" Seeing Natasha stared at Schiller's face and spat out a word.

"Although I almost never showed it, yes, I studied surgical technology. It's not very exquisite, and I can't compare with our 'Hand of God' gentleman. Even among students, it's not dazzling."

Thinking of this, Seeing Natasha took two steps to the side and stared at Schiller in front of her, and this Schiller's image in the thinking tower was different from that in the real world.

Seeing Natasha looked around and looked at her feet. She didn't see anything, but keenly felt that she seemed to be floating upward constantly, just like a diver being slowly lifted by the buoyancy of seawater.

"Yes, I usually talk about these things with my companions. They are not very interested, and often deal with me with a few words, but that's enough."

But just at this time, Chang Rou pulled the fishing rod violently, and another fat perch flew up. Seeing Natasha dodged backward with agility, avoiding the tragedy of being slapped by the fish.

Seeing Natasha knew the main event was coming. She felt her palms sweating and her heart beating fast, but she felt that she was just sitting there safely listening to a past event, so why be so excited?

"Some interesting things."

"It was quite dazzling. I came from a remote small town in Nevada, and relied on my own efforts and the appreciation of a professor to stand side by side with the geniuses of the medical school. I was a quite devout Catholic, and would specifically set aside a whole day every weekend to stay in God's house."

Seeing Natasha saw such a genuine impatient expression on Schiller's face for the first time, which made her sure that the Schiller in front of her was indeed not that doctor, because that doctor would never feel impatient with any questions from friends, only wanting them to ask more.

"As everyone knows, medical schools and law schools in the United States cannot be taken directly, but require a certain academic foundation, but it was not difficult for me. I spent about three months weaving a seamless identity for myself, and then became a student of surgical medicine."

Seeing Natasha narrowed her eyes. She instinctively captured the contradiction in Chang Rou's words, so she stared at Schiller's eyes through the fishing rod and said: "Or did you make yourself not dazzling?"

Seeing Natasha's eyes were straight. She swallowed and said: "Even if this might be a weapon that can drag me into a dream—yes, letting a Russian stay in such a cold environment for three hours without a drop of alcohol is a terrible torture."

After Chang Rou handled everything, he took a towel to wipe the water on his hands. His hands were a bit white under the freezing, but when he exerted force, the veins and textures on the back of his hands showed that they were still powerful.

Then she took a deep breath, lowered her eyelids to look at the freezing water surface that was still rippling, and said: "Who did you kill? Your teacher, classmate, or some irrelevant passerby?"