Chapter 2287: Cat Getan Music Festival (Part 35)

"Call me Black Canary." The girl said, "It's very simple. I got into trouble with drug dealers, they wanted to kidnap me, Oliver saved me, I owe him a life, so I must help him."

Schiller leaned against the wall with his head lowered, appearing to be struggling to breathe. Black Canary finally couldn't help it and said, "There should be an infirmary on the ship. Are you really not planning to go take a look? You look... you look like you're about to die."

"I'll take your word for it, miss, but believe me, you can't just go and stab Amanda with a knife, because it won't have any effect. The ship is full of her people."

Black Canary pursed her lips and said, "I know what's going on. They set a trap for Oliver in Mexico, making him have a misunderstanding with his long-time partner. I almost witnessed the whole process, but by the time I wanted to help, it was too late."

"In fact, I knew him too late and didn't understand what was going on, otherwise I would definitely have been able to help. To make up for all this, I followed him back to Cat Getan all the way."

"He didn't agree."

"That's right, because of his damn chauvinism. He thinks this is dangerous, and I should stay in a safe place and wait for him to handle it all himself, even if he might not be able to handle it."

Black Canary realized she was a bit too emotional, so she took a deep breath and said, "Okay, this is our business, let's not talk about this first. I really didn't mean to kill that woman, I just hoped to distract her attention. I have to let Oliver win."

"I know that in your eyes this is too reckless and impulsive, but you don't understand what Oliver is facing. He can't afford to lose, not even one round."

"Oliver is facing enough pressure now. If he loses another round, no one knows if he will fall into the abyss. He is a human, not a god."

Black Canary turned her face away, a sad expression on her face, and said pointedly, "Too many people don't realize this, and I am duty-bound here. Even if it's risky, I have to act."

"Admirable, but it's ineffective against Amanda."

Black Canary pursed her lips and said, "I'm not sure if your current state can support our conversation. Do you really not need to go and rest for a while? If you are really Oliver's friend, you should know that if something happens to you too, then he really..."

"I'm fine." Schiller wiped his mouth with the heel of his palm and said, "I suffer from a mental illness. Physiological pain will aggravate it, and I need medicine to maintain sobriety, but the medicine will make my consciousness blurred."

"When the two are in a state of balance, I can control myself, but there isn't much time like this. I will seize the time to tell you everything."

Schiller took out his inhaler. Black Canary took a look. Schiller leaned against the wall and straightened his body.

"Amanda Waller, a red-hot figure in the FBI. I can probably imagine what kind of trap they set in Mexico. It's nothing more than putting Oliver in a dilemma, career and comrades, he can't choose either way."

Black Canary opened her eyes slightly, but Schiller said before she could ask, "I once worked for them and know what they will do. This is not a fresh trick, but it is surprisingly effective."

"What I want to tell you is that they have enough time to make full preparations. Once Oliver is forced to leave, there is no possibility of going back. Any resistance will only be counterproductive."

"Inviting Amanda to board the cruise ship is Oliver's way of breaking the trap, but Amanda also has time to make counter-preparations. She brought enough manpower. You are alone, and it is impossible to kill them all."

"But, but this Amanda is not the owner of the *Great West Continent*, right? How did her people get on?"

"How did you get on?"

"I knocked out a... well, they are an intelligence organization, they can always find suitable manpower. How many people do they have?"

"It won't be all, but it's not few." Schiller closed his eyes and said, "There are their people on the first and second floors. They have already targeted you."

The last sentence made Black Canary obviously panic. Schiller discovered this, because after the drug effect gradually faded, his vision began to sway again, and he began to be able to hear the chirping of this fledgling girl.

"Throw away the weapon." Schiller said.

"No, I can't..."

"You know you don't need this."

Black Canary was stunned in place, and then she was even more panicked, but it was a different kind of panic. She looked at Schiller and tentatively asked, "... Oliver mentioned me to you?"

"Just think so, hurry up, they will be in soon."

Black Canary immediately broke the blade in her hand into two pieces and flushed it down the urinal. She adjusted the position of the bandage for Schiller again and threw the unraveled ruff collar into the trash can.

"Where should I find you?"

"There are corresponding patterns on the guest room doors."

Black Canary didn't say much and turned to leave. When she left the bathroom, she happened to brush shoulders with a man. She saw the man glance at her, but it wasn't the teasing look usually seen when seeing a woman come out of the men's bathroom.

Schiller also left the bathroom quickly and returned to the crowd. After this episode, most of the duels had ended, including Oliver's.

Oliver lost, obviously, and lost in the same way as Roman. The 10 cards drawn were all big cards, but they couldn't form a straight flush, while Amanda took almost all the spades. Although she didn't form a straight flush, she formed a flush, which was still bigger than Oliver's straight.

Oliver's performance was exactly the same as Roman's: shock, mania, panic, and fear, as well as heavy unwillingness that was almost written on his face.

Schiller didn't continue to pay attention to the situation at this table. He knew Black Canary was a smart person. As long as she had a slight understanding of the current situation, she wouldn't act rashly.

Schiller returned to the area where the Octopus group was located. The last duel here had just ended, and it was the last one to end in the venue. After the victory or defeat was announced, the round table rose again. Schiller seemed to be relieved, supporting his hands on the round table, adjusting his breathing frequency with some difficulty.

In front of the VIP room glass, Stark, who was hugging Natasha, stared at Schiller's figure and said, "Why is he wandering around here?"

Clearly, they both recognized Schiller, but neither understood what Schiller was doing wandering in the crowd.

Natasha shook her head and said, "This is completely different from the Dr. Schiller we know, so I don't know either."

Stark looked back slightly, then said, "Then act according to the original plan, go."

Natasha nodded, turned, and walked toward the door where the waitresses came from. After a while, she brought drinks again and distributed them. When passing by Stark, she made a gesture to him.

Soon Stark stood up and walked toward the bathroom. After arriving at the bathroom, he pushed open the bathroom window, started his new suit, and flew out, but flew into the window next door at the fastest speed.

This was a passage for employees. Clearly, a cruise ship that could accommodate thousands of people must have employee passages that ran through several floors to facilitate employees going to various places for service. At the same time, the employee passage would also lead to various important facilities on the ship, which was Stark's destination.

When Natasha passed the bathroom, she looked inside and found no one. She knew Stark had succeeded. She turned to collect tableware in the VIP room, but found that the back of her hand was touched again.

Natasha turned her head and saw a pair of dark brown eyes, young, strong, and slightly gentle.

Natasha licked her lips, didn't even wait for the other party to reach out and hug her, sat smoothly on the other party's lap, pressed her shoulder directly against the other party's chest, and kicked the other party's ankle wrapped in suit socks with her toes.

This time it was the other party's turn to be stiff all over. No other reason, why are you so proficient?

Natasha looked at him with smiling eyes, raised her head to expose her neck, pressed her lips to the other party's earlobe and said, "The way of flirting is too old-fashioned, boy."

The two soon stood up and walked toward the bathroom, making the others in the VIP room stunned.

As soon as they arrived, Natasha directly ripped off the other party's mask. Sure enough, the familiar Batman, the young Batman he had encountered in the Battleworld game before.

Bat-Bale was about to open his mouth to speak, but Natasha started untying his suit buttons directly. By the time he reacted and wanted to press with his hand, three buttons of his shirt had already been undone.

"Wait a minute!" He raised his voice and shouted, "What are you doing?! Let go of me first!"

"What am I doing?" Natasha said as if she felt a bit funny, "Didn't I tell you what I was going to do earlier?"

"Hey, wait, now is not the time to do this! Didn't you notice..."

"I noticed you!"

"There is something wrong with this ship, and just now... don't take off my pants! Let go!"

After fighting with Natasha for a while, Bat-Bale finally freed himself. This crazy woman's strength was hellishly great. How did the other Batman deal with it before?

Natasha looked disappointed, hugged her arms and leaned against the wall, saying, "You have the heart but not the guts, not even three minutes."

"I already said, now is not the time to do this." Bat-Bale was helpless, he said, "Are you really not afraid of any danger?"

"The danger I encounter is usually more dangerous than this, what's there to be afraid of?"

Bat-Bale decided not to argue with her. While buttoning his shirt, he said, "You should have seen Schiller, right? What I want to tell you is exactly this matter. Do you remember the game we participated in?"

Natasha frowned. She saw Bat-Bale's exceptionally serious expression and knew that what he was about to say must be serious business.

"Remember, what's wrong?"

"In the hospital segment, I saw many of Schiller's ghosts, which were different from the personality traits of the two Schillers described to me by you and another Batman. They were more manic."

"I know, that's Schiller's pathology. What's wrong with him?"

"But you don't know their specific attributes, right?"

Natasha thought for a while and said, "I only know they are very manic and weird, and have a kind of evilness I can't describe."

"They have their own characteristics." Bat-Bale expressed his thoughts, "Once a pathological personality explained to me that they are manic in different ways and follow different rules."

"If I'm not mistaken, the personality trait controlling Schiller downstairs now should be that black-shirted hunter."

"How so?"

"Schiller wasn't wandering around just now." Bat-Bale took a deep breath and said, "He kept trying to walk behind the woman wearing the marlin mask. He tried several times, but was interrupted."

Natasha opened her mouth slightly. She recalled it and found that it was indeed the case. In fact, her understanding of Schiller's pathological personality was already the most among New Yorkers.

But they were never good at understanding these god-and-ghost things, and Natasha was no exception. They didn't have the high spiritual perception of Gothamites. In fact, it was Bat-Bale who said it, and Natasha found that they seemed to be different.

"What would happen if he walked behind her?"

Bat-Bale swallowed his saliva and stared at Natasha without saying a word.

Natasha was spooked by his stare.

"Would he kill her?" Natasha asked.

Bat-Bale remained silent.

He didn't tell Natasha that his mind was full of that red fish constantly bouncing on the ground. ===== CHAPTER 2288 =====