Chapter 2597

After the rain stopped, the church doors slowly opened, but the believers waiting at the church entrance looked at each other with suspicious eyes. It wasn't until the person standing at the very front let out a scream that they saw blood-red liquid flowing down the steps along with the rainwater.

"A corpse... there's a corpse!!!"

The police quickly filed in and saw a corpse hanging from the rafters. It was a naked woman, and one could tell from her muscle lines that she had undergone professional training. At this time, her abdomen had been cut open and was filled with various flowers and plants, with a piece of velvet antler placed on top.

Blood dripped down along her feet and was then washed away by the rain. The police looked up at the church roof, which was over ten meters high, and the corpse was just hanging there, swaying, exceptionally bloody.

Consequently, a piece of news began to spread: the Gestapo had just found a scapegoat who looked like they had the conditions to commit the crime, and the real church killer had not been caught at all and was still continuing to commit crimes.

When Nick received this news, he also felt puzzled because, according to the forensic examination, the time of this woman's death was at night, which happened to be exactly when Shiler was here giving Felix an examination.

Could it be that he really wasn't the church killer?

This was actually hard to say. Doctors, especially those who did not work for the German army, were particularly prone to persecution. That group of lunatics, adhering to the principle that if they couldn't have it, the Soviets definitely couldn't either, persecuted countless skilled workers, and doctors with excellent surgical skills were naturally also on the persecution list.

And Shiler had told him that string of numbers.

This was what truly made Nick waver, because he had indeed followed this number to find a base, but he hadn't managed to sneak in yet. However, it was foreseeable that the remaining half a year would be enough for him to produce some results.

Giving this thing to him actually had no benefits, because Nick still wanted to complete the mission on the surface. As long as he held onto what he wanted, he could always use this point to make him help. No one could let go of such a good handle to use them, but Shiler had given the number to him.

This made Nick less and less able to see through him.

At Eric's home, Shiler put down the newspaper in his hand but still stared at the state of the corpse in the picture with lingering interest. He looked at Eric and said, "You have a special talent in this area. Are you really not considering becoming a killer?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Eric was coaxing Anya to sleep. He said, "I spent half the night getting it done, ending up covered in blood, and I'm so tired I want to sleep for a day and a night. Even if you want to create an alibi, there's no need to be so troublesome, right? Are you really not teasing me?"

"You know I'm not, and you also enjoy it," Shiler said with a smile. "How does it feel to judge sinners in the church, to be above God, and to mock His inability to distinguish right from wrong?"

Eric pursed his lips tightly, but it looked more like he was trying not to let himself smile. After a long while, he let out a breath and said, "It makes me feel good."

"We are all like this," Shiler said. "Once you realize through the cruelty of others that there is no God in this world who supports evil being rewarded with evil, you will suddenly feel a great sense of freedom. And all we need to do now is to try our best to realize this freedom. This is what we deserve."

"I still insist that I think this is troublesome," Eric said. "I have no interest in messing with corpses."

"I know, I know you pursue efficiency, but it's not bad either," Shiler said. "This matches your ability. Perhaps you can also comprehend another kind of art from the slaughter."

"I thought I was insulated from art."

"Of course not. When our fate trajectories move in this direction, art is destined to be produced, because you need to use various forms to interpret your own freedom. This form will definitely become art, because this is the purest expression of nature, even higher than all art forms in the world."

"You sound like you're drunk." Eric just said that. Shiler whispered, "German guy with no romantic cells."

"German guy with no romantic cells!" Charles cursed through gritted teeth, almost unable to maintain the gentle mask on his face. He stared fixedly at Eric and said, "Why don't you look at my contribution? If it weren't for me letting that group of ants dare to stand up and bite the lion, what reason would you have to make the lion angry?"

"I have never denied your contribution," Eric said. "I'm just saying that by now, I'm afraid we don't have time to continue acting. With the effort of playing the victim, it's better to plant half an acre of land."

Charles stared at him in frustration, then seemed to think of something and said, "You sound like that blue-eyed one."

"Which one?"

"The one who went to Mexico with you."

"You only care that he has blue eyes?"

Charles took a deep breath, tried to lower his blood pressure, and then said, "I'm talking about that guy who talks about farming all day, a Superman who seems crazy."

"Then what about you? A crazy professor?"

Charles decided not to argue with him, but asked directly, "Then what do you plan to do?"

"Of course, take the time spent playing the victim on Earth to invade externally. I think we can go to the Centauri galaxy first and conquer the two civilizations there. The Guardians of the Galaxy have already sent me the intelligence."

"Invasion? Conquest?"

"Yes, we are too short of food now. Although the food there doesn't taste good, it's barely enough to be full. We defeat them and then let them be a vassal state, so they can pay us tribute in food. We can also use their planets to farm, which is much better than the two planets we found in the Andromeda galaxy."

"Are you crazy? You want to be an interstellar terrorist?"

"Then you are a crazy professor, and I am a crazy terrorist. That's just right."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"What did you say? You suspect there is a missile silo in that base???" Nick opened his eyes wide, held the phone, and said to the other side, "Are you sure? Don't tell me there also happens to be a nuclear bomb there?!"

He stood by the phone in disbelief for a while, then slammed the phone down and roared, "Jonathan! Hurry the fuck up and connect the line, I want to contact the Washington headquarters!!!"

"Damn it, this group of lunatics really dares to throw a nuclear bomb!!" Nick still couldn't believe it. He just wanted to curse, but remembered that Felix, who had just finished surgery upstairs, was still resting.

Jones rushed in and asked, "What's going on?"

Nick opened his mouth, not even knowing how to say it. He said, "Didn't we find a base through coordinates before? The people we arranged there reported that a mysterious radio wave is sent there every day at 3 PM. It is suspected that they might be practicing missile launches."

"There really is a missile?!"

"Not only is there one, they seem to really intend to have a final nuclear war in the end. Damn it, a bunch of lunatics!"

Jones seemed to remember something. She grabbed Nick and said, "The little mustache might not really do this, but what about Hydra?"

Nick was stunned, then suddenly realized and patted his forehead, saying, "How could I forget, the little mustache just wants to conquer the world, Hydra wants to destroy humanity!"

"We can't drag this out any longer," Nick shook his head, strode toward the door, and said, "We need some powerful helpers. I'm afraid agents can't handle this."

"You mean..."

"Find Captain America. Only he can stop Red Skull now."

A string of crows flew by, and new wall skin fell off the dilapidated walls of the church. Leather shoes stepped on the overgrown floor tiles, making a somewhat dull sound. After a night of cold rain, the speed at which blood soaked into the soil slowed down, and it would always form small blood-red puddles in the corners of the stone tiles.

Shiler dragged Baron Zemo, who was tied up and unconscious from excessive blood loss, to the entrance of the cellar. After taking a look at the bottom and finding that there wasn't much standing water, he threw him in.

The other two Hydra members waited by the car. Seeing Shiler return, they were not surprised at all, but said, "What do we do next? Doctor?"

"Of course, wait," Shiler slowly opened the car door and sat in the car, saying, "Our strength now is not enough to directly crush Red Skull, not to mention that Hitler is standing behind him, so we must wait."

"But we really don't want to die," the Hydra member driving said. "They want to launch a nuclear bomb to destroy the world. The Soviets won't let us go. If we throw one at Moscow, they will definitely throw one at Berlin. I really don't want to be roasted!"

"I understand," Shiler said slowly. "I don't want to either, so didn't I come? In the next few days, I will gradually take over Baron Zemo's work. What you need to do is help me gain the trust of other Hydra factions."

"Don't worry, boss," the other Hydra member said. "You have always been Baron Zemo's best American friend. Now that something has happened to him, no one will dare to have an opinion if you inherit his position. Besides, everyone doesn't want to die. As long as you can save people, you are our boss."

The driver also echoed, "That's right, isn't the American Hydra still Hydra? Besides, your rank over there is higher than the Baron's, so it's normal to take over his subordinates. As long as you don't let the nuclear bomb launch, anything is fine. We really don't want to die!"

The car slowly stopped on a street. After Shiler got out of the car, he said, "After you go back, communicate with your colleagues. Don't look too surprised when the time comes. As for Red Skull, someone will deal with him."

Shiler walked through the streets and alleys to buy some food, then turned and walked toward Eric's house. After returning, Eric had just turned off the radio, and the hour hand on the clock hanging on the wall pointed to 3 PM.

"Are you done?" Shiler raised the food in his hand and said, "I bought some bread and sausages. Perhaps we need to come again later."

"Why? Isn't this to send a signal to simulate a missile launch exercise? The most important thing about this kind of exercise is regularity. How can there be a sudden extra practice?"

Shiler smiled and said, "You know this truth, and Nick naturally knows it too. So once the regularity is broken, guess how panicked he will be?"

"You are in a hurry to let him call for help, why?"

"Of course, because the more people, the better," Shiler put the bread on the cutting board and said while cutting the bread, "There is still a big star who hasn't appeared yet."