Chapter 2294

Seeing Natasha didn't say another word. Something in her eyes made Black Canary feel a chill down her back. She had occasionally seen Oliver show this kind of look, but nothing happened in the end.

Seeing Natasha looked down at the corpse.

"He is one of their people." Black Canary explained.

"Who?"

"The Penitent Cartel." Contrary to Seeing Natasha's expectation, Black Canary didn't say the FBI. Black Canary fiddled with the pistol in her hand and said, "I originally thought they were FBI people too, but the FBI doesn't use this kind of pistol; they have more professional equipment."

Seeing Natasha took a look and found that it was clearly not a standard-issue pistol, and it was already very old. It looked like pistols with different degrees of wear and tear assembled together. It was the kind of style still used by mercenaries and killers, especially common in the Latin American region.

"It can be used for now." Seeing Natasha said nothing else, picked up the other end of the corpse, and said, "Throw him down first."

"Into the sea?"

Seeing Natasha rolled her eyes and said, "Throw it onto the deck. This can make the people below stay honestly in the cabin and not run around. This is good for both of us."

The two carried the corpse, walked toward the second floor along the staff passage, arrived at the observation deck on the second floor, and threw the corpse down directly along the edge of the railing.

Bang!

After the corpse landed, Seeing Natasha clapped her hands and was just about to speak when, with a click, the whole ship lost power.

In the darkness, Black Canary was clearly a bit panicked, but Seeing Natasha sighed and said, "It seems they are determined to let us stay in the sea forever, at least let the important figures among us."

"Who pulled the power switch?" Black Canary asked.

"Who else could it be? Them." Seeing Natasha looked back and said, "Earlier I heard more than one scream. The FBI went to pull the power switch, drug dealers killed indiscriminately, created chaos, and then solved the targets they wanted to solve in the chaos. This should be the backup plan after the first plan didn't succeed."

"Then what do you plan to do?"

"I have to go confirm the safety of an important figure first." Seeing Natasha looked at Black Canary and said, "You should be here to protect Oliver, so protect him well. If there are no accidents, there will be a turning point soon."

After speaking, Seeing Natasha left. She didn't take the cramped staff passage because the narrow and dim space after the power outage was not conducive to combat, so she went directly up to the third floor by the main stairs.

The third floor was very quiet at this time because the stairwells on both sides were blocked by dumped debris, ordinary people couldn't come up, and those with ulterior motives thought there was no one on the third floor and were busy looking for targets on the second floor. Almost all rooms here were empty.

Following the light, Seeing Natasha came to the room where Schiller was resting. Just as she reached the door, she saw Bat-Bane.

"How is it?" Seeing Natasha asked in a low voice.

"Nothing major, mainly seasickness plus excessive blood loss. Now the blood has been transfused back, and he should wake up soon."

"What about seasickness? I didn't find seasickness medicine."

Bat-Bane shook his head and said, "There won't be seasickness medicine here. They didn't intend to serve any tourists at all. This is a hunting ground for some people to hunt, putting all the difficult people together and letting them be buried in the sea."

"Don't investigate the reason, think of a way first. They cut off the power on the ship, and it seems they intend to kill the targets one by one."

At this time, shouting came from inside the room. Bat-Bane walked in and came out quickly, holding something in his hand.

Seeing Natasha leaned over to take a look and said, "Isn't this that strange aerosol medicine bottle? Do you know what medicine is in this?"

Bat-Bane looked down and said, "It seems it fell to the ground and broke just now. Anyway, it needs to be taken apart and repaired. Let me see..."

He took apart the outer metal part in two or three moves. After opening it, it was a standard inhaler aerosol bottle, and small raised characters were printed on the tail of the medicine bottle.

Bat-Bane squinted and read it carefully, then said, "This should be ordinary asthma medicine, but the bottle has traces of secondary packaging. He might have mixed other things into it."

"What could it be?"

"You'll know if you smell it."

Seeing Natasha grabbed Bat-Bane's wrist and said, "Are you crazy? You dare to smell what Schiller inhales?"

"What's wrong? It's nothing more than medicine. As long as the amount is not large, there is no problem."

Seeing Natasha opened her mouth and closed it again. She couldn't say that Schiller's main body was a cloud of mist, and it wouldn't be strange to inhale anything, and some of the things in it were particularly potent.

Bat-Bane pinched the medicine bottle and sprayed it lightly, fanned it with his hand to smell it, and then staggered backward.

Seeing Natasha supported him with quick eyes and hands. Bat-Bane shook his head and said, "God, how much sedative medicine did he add to it?"

"Is there sedative in this?"

"To be precise, it's more like anesthesia." Bat-Bane pulled his eyelids up and said, "Take it away, this thing might affect my thinking efficiency."

Seeing Natasha had to take the medicine bottle from his hand. At this time, the other two Batmen also came out. The Batman from the main universe looked at the data displayed on the Bat-computer on his arm and said, "No problem, he will wake up in three minutes, and then he can rest well."

After speaking, the three Batmen walked out together. Seeing Natasha pulled Bruce back and said, "Wait, where are you going?"

"There is still a mess below." Bruce sighed and said, "No one can leave without sailing the ship back. We have to find a way to solve the trouble."

Seeing Natasha also sighed. She was more anxious than the others, but there was no way. Then she asked, "How is Schiller? Does he need to take medicine?"

"He brought his own medicine." The Batman from the main universe said, "That bottle contains high-concentration sedative medicine, which is good for his current mental state. If he wakes up, give him the bottle, let him inhale a few more times, and he will be fine after a sleep."

After the three Batmen left, Seeing Natasha looked at the medicine bottle in her hand thoughtfully.

She walked into the room. The curtains were drawn in the bedroom, and only a desk lamp cast dim yellow shadows on the wall.

It was surprisingly quiet here. The chaos and liveliness downstairs had nothing to do with this place at the moment. Seeing Natasha moved a chair and sat down at the head of the bed. Schiller was sleeping very soundly on the bed.

Seeing Natasha began to recall some things. Her life was much longer than ordinary people's, so there were many more fragments of memory, which were particularly mixed when recalled.

But it was nothing more than that sunny summer in Stalingrad, the cold and bleak autumn of the Red Room, the dry and biting spring of Moscow, and the long winter of Siberia.

The memories after coming to New York were always very blurry. Tasks, banquets, battles—these tense, serious, and life-and-death days should have engraved deeper traces on the soul, but they all rippled shallowly like water patterns, never reaching the bottom.

Every girl who walked out of that land lost those sacred, serious, solemn, and sorrowful things. In the days that followed, even the permafrost that never melted all year round became the part most worth remembering.

Seeing Natasha thought aimlessly, her thoughts somewhat detached, until Schiller slowly woke up.

Seeing Natasha stood up to help him cushion the pillow. After a pause, she stuffed the medicine bottle into his hand and asked, "Are you okay? How do you feel?"

Schiller closed his eyes and shook his head, indicating that he was fine. The blood made his heart beat powerfully again, and his mind was exceptionally clear. Clearly, Batman had injected him with some kind of healing injection, which made his physical pain briefly weaken.

Schiller turned his head to look at Seeing Natasha, but showed a surprised expression. Seeing Natasha was stunned, and then realized that her emotions might have completely lost control, at least at that moment just now.

Then she laughed and said, "You have to be responsible for your own treatment results, Doctor. Making a female agent become so emotional—is this what you wanted?"

"It is my honor."

This made Seeing Natasha realize that it wasn't greed speaking, so she sat back in her seat and said, "I heard Oliver's story from a young girl named Black Canary. He did this under your influence, right?"

"I'm afraid not." Schiller turned his head back, looking at the ceiling with somewhat unfocused eyes, and said, "He was destined to do this. Each of us is like this, and we will eventually make surprisingly similar decisions when it is time to make a decision."

Seeing Natasha started to lose focus again, but Schiller turned back and said, "But I have to admit, this is also one of the results of my treatment. As you said, I have to be responsible for my own treatment results."

"Are you here to help Oliver?"

"You could say that, but I don't think he needs my help."

"He is in danger now." Seeing Natasha said, "Where did that guy who was glowing green just now go? He looked very strong."

"Very discerning, Madam, but he has more important things to do. Calming the people and saving people are important, but we cannot let the mastermind behind the scenes go just because of that."

"Did Superman go too?"

"The two of them are together. More importantly, Clark wouldn't recognize anyone but Batman. He knows there are three Batmen here, which is enough to deal with any disaster."

"I'm afraid it's more than that."

"Clark is very angry. Of course he will be very angry. Although he is not human, he stands on the side of humanity more than the vast majority of humans, and he cannot allow anyone to be so unscrupulous."

"Then the mastermind behind the scenes is in trouble."

"Of course."

The two fell silent. The expression on Seeing Natasha's face gradually changed. She seemed not to be under any pressure, but it was as if she was about to snap the tight string.

"Did you just want to throw away my medicine?"

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Seeing Natasha let out a breath, sank completely, supported her hands on the edge of the chair, lowered her head, and said, "Just a thought."

"You almost put it into practice, because you know that as long as I lose control, all the damn agents and drug dealers on this ship will be finished. You wish they would die in front of you right now, the more miserably the better."

Seeing Natasha's Adam's apple moved up and down significantly, and the muscles in her neck were trembling slightly. After a long silence, she closed her eyes and spoke.

"I was born ten years after the October Revolution. I was a genius agent personally named and favored by Stalin. I witnessed the most glorious era of this country, and then witnessed with my own eyes how it fell."

"When I was in this wave, I found that I was almost unable to swim against the current. I felt sad and desperate for this, thinking that this might be the destined end of this road."

"But perhaps because I have lived too long, I have witnessed more events than others and remember more details. I am very clear about how certain things that shouldn't have happened happened."

Seeing Natasha almost became gritted her teeth. She said, "You might think, if I am really so loyal, why did I come to the United States and choose to stay? Because compared to opponents, I hate traitors more."

"They should stay there to rot and disappear, and I will witness all this on the other side of the ocean, see them being carried into coffins, and finally be nailed to the pillar of shame. For a long time, this was my only motivation to live."

"I must admit, when I heard that the trajectory of this world was different, I didn't feel much surprise." Seeing Natasha shook her head and said, "Because although this means that the country can linger on, it also means that some criminals will be raised to a height that doesn't belong to them. They can even enjoy their old age. This is the shame of the father."

"But..." Seeing Natasha took a deep breath and said, "When I heard about Mexico, I... don't know how to describe it."

Seeing Natasha's Adam's apple moved again and said, "People are always disappointed, but they never give up hope. The fire on one piece of land goes out, and the fire on another piece of land burns up again. This makes me feel intense sadness, and also makes me at a loss, wanting to shed tears."

"Eventually one day, they will have their father. Their struggle will one day allow them to have no complaints, just kiss the land under their feet with love. This makes me feel even more impacted. This feeling is indescribable."

"But those things that shouldn't have happened are still happening." Seeing Natasha's tone was full of killing intent, "And Oliver Queen... he is destined not to be their father, because he is too cowardly."

"Another group of people on the other side of the ocean proved to them long ago with their lives and the future of an ethnic group that weakness has no way out. If he cannot accept that his hands are stained with blood and always thinks about roundabout solutions, then they can only follow the old path."

"It doesn't matter if he killed them or not, but he must bear the price of these lives, and then understand that this is the only solution to face traitors, the only..."

Seeing Natasha's hands were clutching the leather on the chair tightly. When she finally freed herself from her emotions, she saw Schiller looking at her with a smile in his eyes.

That kind of smile was like an old friend in a faded, yellowed photo sealed in Seeing Natasha's memory. At that time, they were still in Minsk, with the cold blue sky of early winter above their heads and the dry, withered yellow fallen leaves of the bushes under their feet. The wind blew everyone's faces red.

Schiller raised his arm, looked at the aerosol bottle in his hand, and said, "Do you know what's in this?"

"Batman told me it was sedative medicine."

"Then do you know why I need sedatives?"

Seeing Natasha looked at Schiller and shook her head.

Schiller suddenly raised his hand, and the aerosol medicine bottle was thrown out directly through the window.

"You will know soon."

Seeing Natasha was dumbfounded.

"You..."

Schiller's smile became softer.

"Now, run, Madam."