Chapter 2298: Cat Getan Music Festival (46)

After hearing the sound, Amanda, who was already panicked, wanted to turn and run upstairs, but Oliver grabbed her and pulled her down the stairs by her wrist.

"Quiet, did you hear the gunshot just now?"

Amanda shook her head blankly.

"Drug dealers fired." Oliver judged accurately. "They have old guns, the rifling is badly worn, and the sound of firing is different from the standard equipment on FBI agents, much duller."

Amanda stopped her steps, frowned, and said, "They fired? Why did they fire?"

"For them, stealthy assassination is the best way. The disaster hasn't passed yet, and people don't dare to go to other floors rashly. They only need to focus on killing people on the 2nd floor to complete the goal and get the gold coins." Oliver analyzed.

"If they fire, the crowd on the first floor might rush to the 2nd floor, and the 2nd floor might run to the first floor. People will be completely chaotic, and it won't be convenient for them to lock onto the target at all." Amanda also reacted. She said, "So unless necessary, they absolutely couldn't fire."

"So we have to go to the first floor and see."

Amanda gripped the railing tightly and said, "Schiller went to the first floor, right?"

"How do you think I brought you out?" Oliver looked left and right and said, "I tackled you to the ground and wanted to pull you to run, but found you were unconscious. This means if I don't knock Schiller down head-on, I can't bring you out."

"Just as I was ready to have a hard collision with him, a reckless guy rushed up the stairs. When he saw the corpse Schiller left there, he was so scared he turned and ran. Schiller went after him, and I was able to transfer you safely."

Amanda frowned deeply. She seemed to have thought of something, but didn't say it immediately. But she still nodded and said, "Let's go to the first floor. If it's as you said, Schiller has an anchor, then this group of drug dealers is the best test subject. You don't have to risk yourself. We two observe together, and we will definitely find clues."

Oliver nodded. When walking down, Amanda quickened her pace, came to his side, raised her eyebrows at him, and said, "And thank you for saving me, but I'm going to get kicked out of the FBI soon, so I'm afraid I can't help with your business."

"Don't say it so absolutely." Oliver stared at the dark corridor in front and said, "Until the last moment, no one knows who the final winner is."

In the corridor, a man with silver-gray hair, wearing a pink jacket, and wearing a flashy pink pair of sunglasses, stumbled through the corridor, and a figure walked quickly behind him.

Eduardo Flamingo, a former Gothamite. Although he later left Cat Getan, in his drug trafficking career, he still relied on his identity as a Gothamite and his glorious resume of having lived in Arkham Asylum to win a seat in the Penitent Cartel.

After joining this transnational criminal organization, he committed several major murders in the US and Mexico in order to compete for seats or obtain rewards, and he would peel off the facial skin of the people and eat it after every murder. The FBI also called him "Face-Eater," and although he was guilty of many crimes, he always remained at large.

It wasn't until he was chased by the chief of the FBI's Special Crimes Unit and forced to board the ship that he discovered that the Penitent Cartel had arrangements on the ship early on, making him feel that joining this organization was a wise decision.

So Flamingo thought this was a good opportunity. Perhaps it was the crazy genes far beyond ordinary people brought by his former Cat Getan life. Others just wanted to kill, but he wanted to capture alive.

As long as he could catch an important figure on the ship, he could show enough value in front of the Penitent Cartel or the FBI. This was an important opportunity for him to go further.

But because he didn't board the ship with a mission, Flamingo didn't know who the mission target was. But because of the unclear relationship between the Penitent Cartel and the FBI, Flamingo recognized an important agent hidden among the passengers on the first floor—David Pedridge.

Flamingo tried every means to get the list from David's mouth, and then he knew that Oliver Queen, the thorn in the side of the FBI and the US government, must be the most valuable target. Since the other party was forced to board the ship, he must be on the 2nd floor.

Ten minutes ago, Flamingo quietly touched the 2nd floor from the stairs. He wanted to kidnap Oliver Queen in the chaos.

Just as he was walking up the stairwell lightly, he saw a black shadow lying on the ground. That might be a corpse.

Flamingo didn't care at first, thinking it might be his companion moving to rob, but when he stepped on the last step, under the moonlight, he saw David's face, which had completely turned purple-black.

Flamingo's legs went weak, and he turned and fled in a panic, but he had only run down two steps when he found that a black shadow appeared behind him at some point.

The other party was silent, like a ghost. Flamingo couldn't see how he shuttled through half the distance of the corridor at all, just appearing behind him so abruptly.

Flamingo, dizzy and confused, stepped into the air and fell down the stairs. Immediately after, he felt a hand grab his ankle. He reflexively pulled his leg back, and the next second he was swung up, *bang*, and smashed against the opposite wall.

Between dizzy and confused, Flamingo saw through the faint moonlight that it was a man wearing an octopus mask. Only lifeless gray eyes could be seen in the holes of the mask's eyes.

"Who are you?! I think we can talk..."

The man walked up. Flamingo was lifted up by his neck. He rolled his eyes upward and saw the man lift the handle of the window above his head, and then pressed his neck against the window frame.

Remembering David's death, Flamingo showed a terrified expression. He twisted his waist violently, wanting to smash the other party away with his elbow.

*Bang! *

His neck was smashed heavily against the window frame. His eyeballs bulged, and the tongue bitten by the vibration of his teeth made a large mouthful of blood surge in his mouth. He screamed vaguely: "No！！！！ No！！！！！！"

Just at this time, the sound of *whoosh whoosh whoosh* breaking the air came. Flamingo felt something hit the wall. He tried hard to turn his head and saw a figure rushing over from the stairwell on the side of Schiller's palm.

"Let him go!"

The voice was young but very firm, but this didn't attract the attention of the owner of the hand at all. The window was still being lifted continuously.

"Save me... save me!!! Help！！！！" Flamingo screamed with all his might. Although he used great strength, the smash just now had completely torn his neck and shoulder muscles, and his mandible was also broken, so the sound was both vague and not loud.

Flamingo was covered in blood, looking at the falling window in terror. Suddenly, there was another *bang*. Flamingo felt himself being dragged to the other side. It wasn't until his nose hit the side of the window that he realized someone had attacked the murderer.

He hurriedly pushed away everything on his body, pulled out his gun with trembling hands, and in a blood-red field of vision, didn't distinguish who the two people fighting were, and fired a shot with a *bang*.

The bullet passed through muscle and bone, blooming a tiny blood flower. The young male let out a low groan of pain, and the originally powerful arm instantly lost strength due to the pain for a moment.

That was the moment he was grabbed by the neck and thrown out, hitting the wall heavily and sliding down, his shot arm hanging weakly to one side.

"Schiller! Schiller..." the young voice shouted.

*Bang! *

Another shot hit Schiller's left shoulder. He was standing with his back to Flamingo, who fired the shot, and staggered forward a step, while Bat-Bane, who was thrown to the ground, was stunned.

"Don't shoot！！！！!" he roared.

*Bang! *

Another shot, missed.

Schiller disappeared instantly, or rather, arrived in front of Flamingo at an extremely fast speed, grabbed his wrist and twisted it violently, and with another *swish*, the triggerfish mask's spike pierced into the ribs along the wrist and arm.

Flamingo let out a scream, not caring about the pistol that fell into Schiller's arms, struggled out of Schiller's restraint with all his strength, and ran away like crazy, running all the way to the first floor.

Schiller chased after him.

Flamingo ran limping while covering his wound. Schiller didn't even look at the gunshot wound on his left shoulder, just grabbed the strap of the triggerfish mask and walked forward quickly with steady and powerful steps.

Flamingo had used all his strength to escape, but he found that he couldn't get rid of Schiller no matter what. He looked back during his escape and saw that the blood from the place hit by the bullet was flowing more and more, dyeing half of the red shawl dark red.

But Schiller seemed not to feel the pain, and didn't care about the wound at all. His speed was getting faster and faster, faster and faster.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps...

*Tap... tap... tap, tap, tap, tap, tap-tap-tap-tap*—

*Swish! * The spike thrust out. Flamingo rolled violently, but the next second he was grabbed by the ankle again, *clatter*, and dragged down, his upper body smashing heavily against the ground.

Oliver and Amanda at the end of the corridor saw Flamingo's pink sunglasses fall to the ground and smash into pieces in an instant. He was covered in blood, his completely shattered mandible made him only able to make weak whimpers from his throat, but it couldn't change the fate of being dragged away.

The blood flowing from the wound under his ribs left a long trail of blood on the path he passed. The desire to survive made him dig his fingernails into every crack in the ground until all his nail plates were left in them, and ten fingers left ten bloody marks.

Schiller turned around, grabbed Flamingo's ankle, and dragged him like a corpse, dragged him through the corridor, turned a corner, and arrived at the door of the cold storage at the end of the staff passage.

After the power cut, the cold storage was no longer operating, but in order to prevent the power supply problem from making the gate unable to open, there was a manual winch next to the cold storage gate.

Schiller threw Flamingo to the ground, stepped on his neck to prevent him from escaping, and opened the glass door of the manual winch.

The winch was turned slowly, and the cold storage gate was pulled open. Intense coldness invaded.

Schiller grabbed Flamingo's neck and threw him under the cold storage gate. Flamingo turned over, and having lost the restraint, he wanted to climb up from the ground blankly.

Suddenly, he saw the gate above slowly falling.

"No... no... no！！！！!"

*Boom! *

*Splat! *

The abdominal cavity was frozen into an eternal firework of flesh and viscera on the gate at low temperature, and the two legs outside the gate were like two people snuggling together for warmth. ===== CHAPTER 2299 =====