Chapter 2300

The cruise ship is large. The first floor is a gathering place such as a dance floor, banquet hall, bar, etc., while the second floor is a collection center for life and entertainment such as game rooms, reception rooms, gyms, etc.

The circular plaza where people were on the first floor earlier was actually the banquet hall, and the corresponding place directly above was the casino on the first floor, which was the venue where the gambling game was held earlier.

But besides these two venues, there were many other rooms on the first and second floors, and therefore the corridors were crisscrossed and the stairs were numerous. There were seven elevators, and besides the stairs in the staff passage, there were also more than a dozen stairs going up and down.

But at this time, the stairs from the first floor to the second floor were full of wet footprints, the carpet was stepped on and wrinkled, and the handrails were full of friction marks. Clearly, the crowd swarmed in and ran to the second floor all at once.

The reason was also very simple. The gunshots on the first floor were the most threatening expulsion order. After all, in this country, the man-made disaster that most people encounter most easily and poses the greatest threat to their lives is shooting.

The fear of gunshots was engraved in their bones. Even the shaking of the ship and the invasion of seawater didn't make them so afraid. Once the gunshots sounded, everyone followed the instincts they had trained for many years and evacuated here at the fastest speed.

The deck was empty, with almost no cover, and wasn't a good place to take refuge, so the crowd could only choose to go to the second floor.

But the problem was that the trap Bat-Bane and the others encountered was also on the second floor, which meant Schiller returned to the second floor after killing Flamingo.

Bat-Bane didn't dare to imagine what would happen if Schiller rushed into the panicked crowd, so he said to Oliver, "We have to find a way to lure Schiller down. The first floor is larger, the terrain is more complex, and it's easier to maneuver there."

"How to lure?" Amanda raised her voice and said, "You said the reading time is cumulative, so if any one person goes to lure, it means that if they expose their back again later, they will be locked immediately."

"But we must do this." Bat-Bane said, "Neither of you is suitable, so I have to go, and you two assist from the side."

Oliver frowned slightly. He was instinctively uncomfortable with letting others sacrifice, but Bat-Bane said, "Although it might be hard to understand, in a previous game, I encountered many morbid Schillers, and I know them better than you."

"They are all special, but also have strengths and weaknesses. Just looking at the level of force, Hunt isn't considered the strongest one. His strength is the chase battle, being able to be single-minded during the chase. This pressure brought by focus will make the prey make mistakes very quickly."

"But as long as you can stabilize your mindset, there is still room to maneuver with him. The other two Batmen have already gone to restart the power and sail the ship. As long as we can drag it out until docking, we can find a way to make him calm down."

Seeing that Bat-Bane truly had a plan and wasn't planning to die blindly, Oliver also agreed to his plan and said, "If you are locked and hunted, I will appropriately interfere with his actions from the side."

"I can mobilize manpower." Amanda sighed and said, "Although I'm not sure how many are left, it should be able to cause some interference for him."

"No, if you have extra manpower, go watch the several stairwells on the second floor and let the tourists not come down." Oliver said, "The key is to clear an area to give Schiller space to wander, so that the losses can be minimized."

Amanda nodded, and Bat-Bane said, "You go up too, Madam. If you only have one chance left, then not only can you not delay time, but you will also be in danger yourself."

Amanda hesitated, but still chose to agree and said, "When necessary, I will call for support. This ship has disappeared for so long, all parties must be anxious. As long as the news is spread, the possibility of their intervention is very high. Schiller chases one target at a time, enough to drag it out until they arrive."

Neither of them expressed any objection to this. Bat-Bane led the way past the corpse hanging in mid-air. He knew that Schiller must be lurking in the shadows at the end of the corridor, not very far away, like a spider standing in the center of the web waiting for prey.

Sure enough, after Bat-Bane passed the corpse, he walked five or six steps forward and could see the end of this corridor, which was also the entrance to the restaurant, where a figure holding a spearfish mask stood.

He stood there quietly in the darkness, looking mysterious and silent. When Bat-Bane walked over, he still didn't react.

Until Bat-Bane was only ten steps away from him, he suddenly exerted force all over his body and darted to Schiller's side, while at the same time leaving his back to him.

Through the shadow on the ground, he could see Schiller turn his head, and then his whole body faced his side. Bat-Bane counted to three in his heart, and then accelerated, rushing into a room.

He only stayed in the room for two seconds, rushed into the corridor again, flashed past, and rushed into the opposite room.

This was his method of delaying being locked. Assuming there was only one back in front of Schiller now, he would definitely try to lock onto this back. Even if he couldn't lock on, he wouldn't turn his head to do anything else.

Then the time he couldn't lock on was invalid time. As long as he could ensure he wouldn't be pulled closer during this time, he still had the ability of strategic transfer, so he could dilute the process of reading the seconds by letting Schiller lose his vision many times, making this process longer.

Bat-Bane entered a door every second. The two seconds of staying in the door weren't enough for Schiller to catch up, so his one second of reading time could be delayed to three seconds, and he had more than ten seconds to rush through this corridor that wasn't long to begin with, and lure Schiller downstairs.

Bat-Bane counted the seconds in his heart, and soon saw the stairwell on the first floor. He knew he had to stop here, let Schiller completely lock onto him, and then run downstairs, otherwise long-term loss of vision might make Schiller not follow him down.

Before the turn, Bat-Bane counted three seconds in his heart. Sure enough, the footsteps behind him paused for a moment, and then were at least twice as fast as just now.

Bat-Bane knew he had been locked, and the hunt began.

He ran toward the bottom of the stairs at lightning speed, but just as he took the second step onto the platform in the stairwell, he suddenly saw a black shadow appear abruptly behind him.

Impossible! How could he be so fast?!!

This was the last thought in Bat-Bane's mind before he was thrown out. He felt a heavy blow to his back and neck, and he fell down the stairs. He had no time to think about the reason, and rolled to the side at the fastest speed, dodging the spearfish mask spike that was stabbing over.

This isn't right, Bat-Bane thought, I must have gotten something wrong somewhere. The speed of Hunt he encountered in the game was fast, but it couldn't be this fast, and the power was great, but it couldn't reach the point of smashing him away in one encounter.

What the hell is going on?!

But Bat-Bane had no time to think about the reason now. Before Schiller reached out to grab him, he rolled flat again to dodge, didn't choose to climb up with his arms, but used a faster way, stood up from the ground with a carp jump, and ran away.

Bat-Bane's speed wasn't slow when running at full speed, and he arrived at the corridor on the first floor in the blink of an eye, but it was this chase battle on a straight corridor that made Bat-Bane sure that Schiller's speed was much faster than when he was in the hospital.

Bat-Bane had already rushed toward the end of the corridor at the fastest speed, but the gap between him and Schiller was still shrinking. Just as he turned the corner of the corridor and ran toward the exit of the deck, he heard noisy sounds coming from the other side, as if someone was cursing something.

At this time, it was too late to stop. Bat-Bane could only bite the bullet and rush out. Just as he rushed out, he saw several people wearing tourist clothes but with overly fierce expressions and guns in their hands gathering together to discuss something.

Seeing Bat-Bane rush out, they immediately raised the guns in their hands, but Bat-Bane still rushed toward them straight, which instead made them confused.

Bat-Bane knew he had no time to explain too much, so he only roared one syllable: "Run!!!!"

It was this deafening shout that made this group of strange tourists miss the best opportunity to shoot him. Bat-Bane rushed through them at high speed and ran toward the other side of the deck.

But this group of people was still stunned in place, not understanding the situation, when suddenly they saw another figure walk out of the door.

The moonlight on the deck was much brighter than inside the cabin, and the field of vision was also more open, so they discovered that this person wearing an octopus mask who walked out was covered in blood, and the dried blood on his dress made his whole suit turn into a terrifying black.

Bang! Out of fear, one of them fired.

Schiller's right abdomen was hit, and the impact of the bullet made him step back slightly, but he didn't show any pain at all.

Finding that the shooting was effective, several others intended to fire. Bat-Bane, who had already run past, also stopped, looked at them, not sure if he should stop them.

But no one had the opportunity to fire a second shot.

The black shadow rushed into them at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye. First, he used his arm to strangle one person's head, crack, the spine broke, and then he grabbed the wrist of the person behind him who was raising the gun, pressed his hand on his back spine, kneed violently, and used the spearfish mask to pierce through the throat from bottom to top.

Lowering his body to dodge the fist swung from behind, elbowing the other party back, holding the sharp mask in his hand, he used an uppercut, and the spike stabbed straight into the temple, and the eyeball rolled out of the eye socket.

After solving three people in an instant, Bat-Bane saw Schiller's gaze lock onto him again, so he turned and ran.

And this time he finally felt terrified. Schiller's speed had become faster again.

This time he didn't even wait for his steps to move out, the shadow had already covered him. Bat-Bane had a sufficient understanding of his own explosive power. Although it couldn't be called the human limit, his starting speed still couldn't be compared to by many people.

"How did it get faster again?!!" Bat-Bane roared in his heart.

With a bang, he was smashed away and lay on the ground. His head was bleeding from hitting the ground, not only was his nose hurting badly, but his eyes were also turning black.

The key was that this collision made the bandage on his arm burst open. The wound hadn't healed in the first place, and this was blood splashing everywhere.

But Bat-Bane didn't even stop for a second. He turned over and stood up, dodged the stabbing spike, hit Schiller with an uppercut, but was kicked away by him again.

His power had also become greater, the climbing-up Bat-Bane thought, something must have gone wrong. He had to find the answer quickly, otherwise, if this continued, Schiller would become stronger, and he would become weaker and weaker. Let alone dragging it out, he might die here.

Just with this thought, Schiller appeared behind him again, and his arm circled his neck, wanting to strangle him. Bat-Bane subconsciously used the fighting response technique, which was to grab the wrist and bring it forward, and then a shoulder throw.

But this arm was much more powerful than he imagined. The shoulder throw didn't complete its force before it was resisted. Bat-Bane and Schiller fell to the side together.

The two fell exactly at the entrance of the staff passage door connecting the deck. With a creak, the passage door opened, and a pair of hands grabbed Bat-Bane's shoulders and pulled him into the door. With a click, the door locked.

Bat-Bane looked back and saw Bruce's blue eyes.