Chapter 2293

Amanda and Oliver realized they could no longer stand here and talk, because clearly, these two corpses were not in anyone's plan.

The two of them looked at each other and, with great tacit understanding, went downstairs first to check the corpse on the first floor.

Just after walking down the stairs, the two were directly facing a female corpse. This should have been thrown in from the deck window; the whole person presented a falling posture, but the most terrifying thing was that the woman's facial skin was gone.

"Flamingo." Amanda lowered her voice and said, "He will peel off the other person's facial skin and eat it after committing the crime. This can be called one of his symbols."

"Plagiarized." Oliver said while walking forward to check the condition of the corpse, "The source is a paper by Professor Schiller. Later, he seemed to want to provoke a war of words with Professor Pyg, but those two people didn't even pay attention to him."

Amanda felt an absurd sense of ridicule.

"You don't mean to say that he was snubbed in some serial killer club, and I should also mock him? What the hell is the necessity for the existence of such a damn club?!"

"At least it lets us understand serial killers." Oliver squatted down, gently turned the female corpse over, and said, "No signs of rape, death was quick; it should have been strangulation."

"Flamingo is not on the second floor." Amanda said, "Even though he wears a mask, I can recognize him even if he turns to ash."

"Maybe he is a character appearing in the third round. Don't forget that some people are still on bye, and not everyone who boards the ship has to choose a challenger. He might be a special segment."

Oliver immediately checked the female corpse's arms, then the abdominal cavity, but just at this moment, a bang came from the deck.

Accompanied by the panicked retreat of the crowd, Oliver saw another corpse thrown down, and his expression sank.

"They are killing indiscriminately!" Amanda said with a tone containing anger, "It's just to cause panic."

"I said, they are in cahoots with you." Oliver narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm afraid your superior, in addition to sending agents in, also contacted them, with the goal of creating panic on the ship so that everyone would be buried here..."

"But they will die too; how could they..."

"How do you think this ship managed to evade the investigation of so many relevant departments?"

Amanda looked at Oliver with some confusion.

"There are two possibilities: either the owner of the ship has contact with all these departments, and they open the back door for him."

"Impossible, no one has such face." Amanda shook her head and said, "The relationship between the parties managing the ocean is intricate. Even if I am in it, I can't sort it out. It's almost impossible for them to give face to one person at the same time."

"Then there is a problem with the ship itself, or there is a problem with both the ship and the sea." Oliver looked down at his feet and said, "I discovered before that when the gambling game was going on, the blood in the blood pump hardly shook at all, and after the accident happened, the sea surface had waves without wind."

"Superpowered criminals?"

"More likely a superpowered organization. They can control this ship and the surrounding sea area, so they can make the ship appear and disappear without anyone knowing, making it impossible for any human law enforcement agency to catch it."

"You mean they are cooperating with the FBI? The people sent by the FBI to the ship are responsible for capsizing the ship, and that group of superpowered people are responsible for saving the important figures of the FBI?"

Oliver shook his head and said, "It's more likely that the FBI knows what this organization is, so they told their subordinates that at the critical moment, we will send people to save you in the sea, but in reality, they won't at all. You know them best, don't you?"

Amanda covered her forehead and sighed long. She had to admit that what Oliver said was right. This is the most likely situation at present. Various US law enforcement departments are very good at tricking people into dying; it can be said that this is their specialty.

"It doesn't matter, the situation is still under control." Oliver nodded and said, "Judging from the clothing, the ones who died are all people from the second floor. Most of them have already suffered social death. Now our main goal is to protect the tourists on the first floor. We..."

Zzz—Crack!

Suddenly, the entire cruise ship went pitch black, and all electrical equipment stopped working and went out at the same time.

In the darkness, Amanda looked at Oliver with glowing whites of her eyes and said, "Is this also in your plan?"

"Of course not, what the hell is going on?!"

20 minutes ago, Seeing Natasha and Stark parted ways because the device on Stark's armor detected an abnormal energy reaction, and it wasn't on the ship, but in the sea area around the ship.

He was more interested in this kind of energy reaction, so after helping the ship stabilize the hull, he followed the energy reaction into the sea.

And Seeing Natasha needed to go to the first floor because Tupac told her earlier that a woman had contacted him, saying she was waiting for him on the first floor.

Seeing Natasha guessed that this woman was related to Oliver and would be helpful to the current situation; otherwise, Tupac couldn't have told her this in such an urgent situation.

Seeing Natasha came to the first floor along the staff passage. At this time, the ship had stabilized, and the water had receded. Just as she arrived at the lounge corridor on the first floor, Seeing Natasha smelled a bloody scent.

She immediately touched her way along the corner of the wall. Through the small window on the door, she saw a woman dragging a man's corpse, preparing to go upstairs through the staff passage, or rather, that was actually a young girl, looking less than 20 years old.

Seeing Natasha took a step to the left and appeared behind the girl. Just as the other party turned around abruptly, she raised her hands and said, "I have no malice. The black rapper named Tupac asked me to come find you."

The girl did not relax her vigilance at all. She raised her pistol, aiming at Seeing Natasha's head. Seeing Natasha remained motionless and said in Russian, "I am a KGB agent. Chairman Romanov sends his regards. Long live the Communist International!"

The girl hesitated immediately, but still did not completely lower her vigilance. Seeing Natasha knew that there was no S. H. I. E. L. D. in this universe, so she spoke directly, "Seeing Natasha Romanov, born in Stalingrad in 1928, trained in the Red Room under Stalin's assignment, later joined the 8th Directorate of the KGB, and was long-term undercover in the United States under superior assignment in 1967. After the Mexican Revolution broke out, she turned to open activities."

These words of hers were spoken in Russian, but the girl opposite could clearly understand, and she said in equally fluent Russian, "Can I trust you?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. All I want to know is what exactly Oliver Queen did. I believe you have a deep relationship with him, and I believe even more that those news reports are not the truth."

The girl seemed unable to hold on any longer; she sighed long, dropped the corpse in her hand, and said, "Black Canary, you can call me Dinah too. What mission did they give you? To bring Oliver back to the Soviet Union?"

"We have no such intention, because we will not treat an excellent revolutionary as a criminal because of a conspiracy. If you listen to today's news broadcast, you will know that our country unanimously believes that this conflict is a tragedy, and Oliver Queen should not be the one responsible for it."

"That's too rare." Black Canary said with no lack of sarcasm, "And the judgments you made in the previous years were much more rash than this."

"I'm very sorry, but we weren't good then either." Seeing Natasha immediately knew what she was talking about, so she shook her head and said, "In those years, Moscow was playing Swan Lake every day, and the people were facing too much bad news. We didn't have much patience, but it has gotten better now."

"It seems that is indeed the case." Black Canary actually approved of these words; she nodded and said, "Although I didn't truly participate in it, Oliver also mentioned that your few phone calls gave him great encouragement, believing that some of you are extremely experienced and still have your hearts set on justice."

"I feel very honored." Seeing Natasha tried her best to restrain her expression and nodded.

But Black Canary still seemed to see something; she walked toward Seeing Natasha and stood in front of her, saying, "You said you were born in 1928, but you don't look that old."

"I have undergone human modification."

"One of the errors?"

"No, I still feel honored for it now. We were still good then."

Seeing Natasha was not sure if she had perfectly controlled her expression; the last time she had such doubts was when she was still an apprentice.

"Tell me what you did in Mexico. I hope to be able to relay it completely to Moscow."

"Are you sure? At this time?"

Seeing Natasha nodded.

So Black Canary started telling her, but in fact, hers was not complete either, because she was rescued by Oliver only after the base in Guadalajara had already developed.

"I have a grudge against an international drug trafficking organization." Black Canary sighed and said, "The Penitent Cartel, maybe you've heard of them too. Recently their reputation has been very loud, claiming to be the largest drug trafficking organization in scale between the US and Mexico, with headquarters in Guadalajara."

"At that time, I was kidnapped by them, and Oliver saved me, and that's how we met. When I returned to the base with him, I was still upholding the American way of thinking, feeling that they were just warlords fighting for money, but later I found out that wasn't the case. They have been helping the farmers, and the way they help... I don't know how to say it, I haven't been exposed to these."

"Just tell me what you saw; no need to evaluate, no need to explain."

Black Canary nodded and began to describe to Seeing Natasha what she saw and heard in Guadalajara. She only said what she saw Oliver and the others do, without adding any subjective judgment.

This girl is still young, but just from the fact that she could provoke such a large criminal organization at the age of less than 20, she is not an ordinary person. Therefore, her description was very accurate and full of details, objective and rigorous, and not lacking in vividness, and not wordy; one thing could be finished in two or three sentences.

Seeing Natasha listened very intently, and she hadn't even reacted until Black Canary talked about the outbreak of the conflict.

Black Canary's tone lowered and she said, "I participated in all actions against the Penitent Cartel. I know what kind of person Oliver Queen is; he could never do that kind of thing."

"I think Carlos has a problem. He didn't look like a local Mexican from the beginning, but he did save a lot of people and led several successful operations. At that time, he was in the limelight for a while."

"Instead, it was Oliver's suggestion to stabilize the base at that time that made people think he was wasting a great opportunity for battle, and later he took the initiative to attack the Penitent Cartel, and was accused of risking his brothers' lives."

"In short, everything almost collapsed in an instant. The hero fell at a speed that shattered the sky and the earth. It was so desperate that what I worried about most at that time was that Oliver wouldn't be able to bear all this."

Black Canary looked up at Seeing Natasha, and then was startled by the coldness and killing intent in her eyes.

"He is too weak." Seeing Natasha said, "Let him go back, throw that Carlos and everyone into the sea, go back immediately."

Black Canary was stunned; she said, "Is... is this the advice from Moscow?"

"This is Stalin's; I know he would say that."