Chapter 2295

Black Canary lowered her body, like a nimble black cat, slipped silently along the edge of the corridor, her body completely lurking in the shadows. The black tight-fitting suit she had just changed into provided her with the best cover.

Her eyes were fixed on a man in front. Black Canary had been following him for three minutes. She was very sure that this was a drug dealer who wanted to make some extra money in the chaos, not even a professional killer.

The Penitent Cartel really has no one left, Black Canary thought, a touch of cunning appearing in her eyes. After being chased by this group of damn drug dealers for so long, it was finally time for her to take revenge.

Once again, she moved forward lightly for two steps, squatting in the shadows at the corner of the stairwell. Black Canary clenched the blade in her hand. She knew that ten steps further ahead, there was a female corpse wearing a gorgeous long dress. That was the dress she had worn before, with layered skirt hems and a heavy Baroque collar.

Just the dress itself and the ornaments on the dress could be worth some money. More importantly, this attire was usually only possessed by gamblers participating in the game on the 2nd floor, and gamblers all held gold coins in their hands. The gold coins were real gold.

In fact, this had already caused quite a commotion. More and more people realized that if today was a tragedy from beginning to end, then only the gold coins held by the people on the 2nd floor could recoup some of their losses. There was never a shortage of people in this world who fish in troubled waters.

Greed is fine wine, greed is poison. Black Canary created a trap precisely because of this. She put the clothes she changed out of on the corpse, making them mistakenly think that the person lying on the ground was a guest from the 2nd floor, who must have gold coins on them, specifically fishing for this group of greedy fools.

Sure enough, the man was still holding his gun vigilantly the second before, and the next second he halted his steps, carefully walked to the side of the female corpse, and reached out his hand wanting to touch the corpse.

But the dress was indeed too gorgeous and complex. One hand could only spread the skirt hem, unable to grope for things underneath. He looked left and right and found that there was no one around, nothing that could pose a threat to him, so he tucked the gun behind his back.

The moment a smile appeared on his face, his throat was slit with one knife.

The man didn't have time to make any sound; his artery and trachea were cut off together. Black Canary immediately covered the wound, then pressed the man's neck onto the skirt hem. This could keep the blood from spraying too far, and the bait could be reused.

Waiting until the blood pressure was insufficient and changed from spraying to gurgling, Black Canary turned the man over, grabbed his ankles, and dragged him toward the stairwell. She wasn't going to the cold storage to dispose of the corpse. In such a chaotic situation on the ship, there was no need to use anything to hide the corpse. After killing someone, just throw it into the sea directly; no one would know who did it.

Black Canary dragged the corpse to the window at the stairwell just like that. Just as she was about to open the window and throw the corpse down, she suddenly heard a sound from the end of the opposite corridor, like someone dragging a heavy object.

Black Canary froze all over. Don't look at how neat and clean she was when she acted, but before, she was also a superhero who didn't kill. If it weren't for the fact that the road to protect Oliver was too dangerous, making her understand that some people didn't deserve to live, she should have had no serial killing record yet.

So although her superb fighting skills allowed her to see blood and seal throats without effort, her experience in throwing corpses was not rich enough, and she would still be a bit nervous. As soon as there was movement, she simply threw the corpse away and found the nearest room to hide in.

This was a warehouse, and there was no observation window on the door. Black Canary thought for a moment, simply lay on the ground, and looked out through the crack in the door.

Tap... tap... tap...

The sound of leather shoe heels stepping on the floor came from afar, and when it came near, it carried a tremor that made people dizzy.

Black Canary first smelled a strong bloody scent, and then saw a pair of black leather shoes walking past the crack in the door unhurriedly, and behind him was a corpse being dragged.

That was a strong male corpse wearing an orca mask. When his face slid past the crack in the door, Black Canary saw his eyes wide open, his right eye had become a bloody hole, and the fragments of the eyeball and brain matter flowed out from it together, slowly piling up a Great Wall of flesh and blood on the floor.

Black Canary covered her mouth. She kept as motionless as possible, stood up from the ground very, very, very slowly. Her instinct told her that in this situation, she must set up a defensive posture as early as possible, but the moment she moved, the footsteps stopped.

The corpse suddenly twitched, and its head hit the Great Wall piled up by its own brain matter. Black Canary knew this was the other party putting down the corpse, and her heart instantly rose to her throat.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... silent.

Such a quiet environment should have been able to clearly hear the other party's heartbeat and breathing, but Black Canary only heard her own. The killer dragging the corpse seemed to have disappeared into thin air.

Black Canary took a deep breath. She slowly pressed her ear to the door, wanting to hear the movement outside. After finding that she heard nothing, she took another step forward, pressed her eyes close to the crack in the door, and looked outside.

Swish!

Her eyeballs turned upward in terror. A long, sharp thorn was just three centimeters directly above her head. The blood dripping from the tip slid down her hair onto her back, making her spine tighten and her whole body tremble.

The moment Black Canary straightened her body, she saw an eye appear behind the crack in the door. The gray pupils were more like some kind of cold-blooded animal, but his unfocused eyes made people feel that he saw nothing.

Black Canary took a deep breath. She felt the door being pushed, the movement was very light, but the not-so-solid door lock still made the door leaf shake.

It was this extremely light shake that made Black Canary understand that the decorative room door of this broken ship had no defensive ability at all. It could be knocked open in two hits. This finally made her lose all sense of security.

So she made the defensive move that most people would make when separated by a door, turned around, pressed her back against the door, and used her feet as support to prevent people from breaking in.

Black Canary inhaled sharply, her legs exerted force, gritted her teeth, and scanned the room with her eyes. The room she chose in her urgency had no windows, which meant she had no room to escape. If the other party broke in, she could only fight to the death.

But she only had a blade an inch long in her hand, and killing drug dealers could only rely on sneak attacks. The other party seemed to have solved a strong man of at least 200 pounds head-on, and had handy weapons. In this situation, she was at a great disadvantage, and there was no possibility of victory in a head-on collision.

Black Canary took a deep breath. At this time, her eyes caught something on the left side. On the left was originally a large wardrobe, but a small open shelf was made in the space between the wardrobe and the door. On the third layer of the shelf was a giraffe-shaped ornament.

This ornament had a metal base, and the whole thing was about as long as Black Canary's forearm. Black Canary, who had rich fighting experience, immediately thought that the best way to deal with someone breaking in was to use a blunt object to smash the other party's head in the last second when the broken door blocked the other party's vision.

A heavy blow to the head would cause any humanoid creature to experience brief dizziness and loss of vision. If the part hit was correct, it could even make people fall to the ground and lose consciousness immediately. This could give Black Canary a chance to rush out of this room.

She took another deep breath, forced herself to calm down, slowly moved to the left, and while still leaning against the door, used her hand to hook the giraffe statue.

The little finger of her left hand slowly crossed the crack in the door, followed by the whole palm, and then the arm and the left spine.

What Black Canary didn't know was that the pair of eyes looking at her through the crack in the door gradually started to focus.

Black Canary finally touched the statue. She pulled her hand back with a swoosh, hid behind the door hinge with nimble movements, and waited for the other party to break in to give them a heavy blow.

Bang!!

The door panel received a heavy blow. The huge sound made Black Canary's heart jump suddenly. She gripped the statue in her hand tightly, anticipating the scene when everything happened according to plan.

Bang!! Bang!!!!

Two more impacts. Black Canary saw the door lock tottering. She slowly raised the statue in her hand. She would smash the thing in her hand toward the other party's head the first moment she saw a figure.

Suddenly, it was quiet.

Black Canary's arm stiffened.

Boom!!!!!!!!

The entire door panel flew out with her.

Black Canary fell heavily into the center of the small warehouse. The door panel smashed onto her and fell apart. The statue in her hand fell to the corner of the wall.

She waved away the debris in front of her with her arm abruptly, only to see a man's figure standing in front of the room door against the light. He was wearing a red dress and a shawl, holding a blood-stained spearfish mask in his left hand.

The moment she was stared at by his eyes, every cell in Black Canary's body was screaming.

"Schiller!!!!!"

She climbed up from the ground at the fastest speed, but Schiller was faster than her.

Bang!

The door panel fragment that Black Canary had just raised was pierced through. The sharp thorn at the top of the spearfish mask was only one centimeter away from her forehead.

Black Canary abruptly threw the door panel fragment to the left, dragging Schiller's arm away. Taking advantage of this gap, she stood up completely from the ground and staggered to grab the statue in the corner.

The door panel fragment hanging on the spearfish sharp thorn couldn't hold on for a second. Schiller reached out and waved. After the fragment fell, he stepped forward and thrust the spearfish sharp thorn directly into Black Canary's right abdomen.

"Ugh!!!!!"

Her pupils dilated instantly. The intense pain, besides making her muscles become tense, also completely ignited her adrenaline. Black Canary retreated abruptly, withdrew from the attack range of the spearfish mask, covered the wound with one hand, bent down to pick up the statue with the other, and threw it toward Schiller.

With a patter, the heavy statue was blocked and flown away by Schiller with his arm, smashed heavily on the wall, the base fell off, and it broke into two pieces.

Taking advantage of the moment Schiller raised his arm, Black Canary darted out from his left side, rushed into the corridor at high speed, but then gasped and covered her wound, leaning against the wall.

She was breathing heavily, seeing Schiller walk out of the room. Black Canary said in disbelief, "What's wrong with you? Aren't you Oliver's friend? Why do you want to..."

The spearfish sharp thorn thrust again. Black Canary turned and ran, but just after she turned and ran a few steps, Schiller's movements reached another level.

Black Canary didn't see at all how he moved behind her. She only saw the shadow suddenly cover the ground in front of her. A sharp pain came from her right shoulder. Black Canary lunged forward abruptly, touched her back with trembling hands, and her fingers touched another bloody hole.

Black Canary opened her mouth wide to gasp, no longer caring about anything else. In the sharp pain, she tried hard to concentrate. A sound wave similar to a bird's cry spread out quickly from her mouth.

"Buzz—"

Not just Schiller, the movements of almost everyone on the entire floor slowed down. They felt dizzy, stiff, and numb, and some people couldn't move at all.

Black Canary closed her mouth, tried hard to lower her racing heart rate, climbed up from the ground with all her might, and limped toward the stairwell.

Although she still couldn't control this ability well, she knew the power of the "Canary Cry." She had enough time to leave here.

But just the moment Black Canary turned her back to Schiller, Schiller moved.