Chapter 2667

The football game venue was incredibly hot, but the heat source didn't come from the sun, but from hormones. When one strong football player after another entered the venue, deafening cheers and screams erupted from the stands.

Strange frowned, blocking one ear with a head-tilting action, clearly finding it noisy, while Shiler could hold a newspaper, cross his legs, and sit steadily in place.

Renny in the back row threw a bag of potato chips to him, leaned her head above his shoulder and asked, "What are you looking at? It wouldn't be the boring economic newspaper, would it?"

"No, social news, Manhattan hasn't been peaceful recently." Shiler shook his head, saying as if very worried, "You guys shouldn't go out at night recently, I heard there's a serial killer."

Renny immediately sneered, pursed her lips, but soon revealed an interested expression. She said, "How did that kind of serial killer targeting women do it? I guess they must be very handsome, otherwise how could so many women be hooked?"

"Makes some sense." Shiler nodded and said, "The police's conclusion in the newspaper also said that no tracking or monitoring was found, which shows that the other party might not be a perverted stalker."

"Then it can't blame others." Renny shrugged and said, "They are too unvigilant, can't walk when they see a handsome guy, not knowing that as long as they walk a few more steps, there are plenty of handsome young guys in school."

Shiler pursed his lips and smiled, turned his head to look at her, and said, "For example, Captain Alex? Did you two become a thing?"

"Hmph, he is rotten on the inside, too far off." Renny cast her eyes to the side, just in time to see Strange staring at Shiler's side profile without blinking.

Renny changed seats with the girl next to her and leaned next to Strange again, but Strange was clearly not that comfortable; his hair stood on end for a moment.

Now it was Shiler's turn to stare at Strange, except his whole face was full of schadenfreude.

Until Strange glared back viciously, Shiler refocused his attention on the newspaper in his hand. The second page published a news story about a murder case. The eyes of the female victim in the photo were marked with a black horizontal bar, but Shiler recalled the soft touch of those eyeballs.

The game on the field was still very enthusiastic. After a goal, the leader of the Columbia University football team roared and cheered, and almost all the audience stood up, but not including Shiler and Strange.

Shiler was carefully studying the news report about the murder case, while Strange was at a loss because of the closeness of his sweetheart. Neither of them noticed how conspicuous they were in the scene where the whole audience stood up and cheered, and at this time, the face under the helmet of a tall player who turned around waving his hands became very ugly.

The game ended, Columbia University won at home, all the audience crowded the players to the backstage, Shiler turned and went out to smoke, and as soon as he turned, he bumped into a tall figure.

"Sorry." Shiler said instinctively, but the next second he was directly grabbed by the collar and pressed against the wall. Shiler raised his eyelids and then looked up, sure enough seeing the face of the football team captain Alex.

"Congratulations on the win, Captain." Shiler turned his head to the side and stuffed the cigarette in his hand into his mouth.

"You know you shouldn't be here, motherfucker." Alex said, "What did that bitch Renny tell you?"

Shiler took a deep drag of the cigarette, the smoke lingered between his mouth and nose, the tail of his eyes under the brow bone drooped to the bottom, and when his eyes rolled up, the large area of white of his eyes revealed another kind of evil. He looked at Alex and said, "I'm not Renny's new lover, you'll probably see him soon."

"You'd better..."

Just as he said this, there was some movement at the turn, and a group of people seemed to have run over. Alex let go of his hand, and sure enough, the cheerleading girls rushed over, "Alex, why are you here? You made us look for you for a long time! The coach is calling you over. By the way, don't be late for the party in half an hour."

"Oh, Shiler, you're here too? Are you planning to go directly to the party venue or what? Do you want us to call someone to lead the way for you?"

"No need, I'll go there myself." Shiler smiled gently at them, and the girls immediately screamed, pushing each other, and went back huddled together.

Shiler went to the bathroom, tidied his collar in front of the mirror. He was standing in front of the washbasin, and someone who walked in suddenly bumped into him, making his waist almost hit the edge of the washbasin.

Turning his head, he saw an arrogant face, but not familiar at all, and couldn't remember the name, only from the clothing could he tell it was a football team member.

"You've been targeted by the boss, be careful." He said.

Shiler smiled, combed his hair back with his hands, trying his best to gather the hair in front and tie it behind his head. The hair that was originally hanging on both sides of his cheeks was all combed into his hair by him, completely exposing his side profile and jaw.

When he lowered his head, his flat lips and sharp brow bone showed extreme ruthlessness, but when he raised it, that kind of indifference and sarcasm disappeared in an instant, replaced by a kind of untamable debauchery and gentleness.

Gently patting the front of his clothes, Shiler walked toward the locker room, changed into the prepared suit, a standard black suit, only the bright silver badge pinned to his chest showed a bit of youthful temperament.

He walked toward the party venue. The pedestrians on the road were all changing clothes in a hurry, walking together talking and laughing, including Strange and Renny. Strange was finally not so nervous, and they seemed to be chatting very happily.

At the entrance of the venue, Shiler saw a few football players again. They seemed to be waiting for someone. Shiler's footsteps paused, and he turned and walked toward the side door.

Just as he walked over, a familiar-looking girl stood there, clicked her tongue at Shiler and said, "Alex is going to find trouble with you, be careful."

Shiler lifted the hem of his suit and walked inside with big strides. After passing the girl, he turned back and said to her, "Thanks, Rebecca."

After passing through the crowd from the side door, Shiler walked to the very edge of the bar. At this time, the band on the dance floor hadn't taken their places, but there were already a few people swaying there. The leader was Alex, who was loudly cursing the players opposite him, saying they were all softies and losers, and everyone was cheering for him.

Shiler sat sideways on the edge of the bar, one arm resting on the bar table, rolling a cigarette with a piece of cigarette paper. He unhurriedly used his fingers to move the tobacco to the most correct position. The bartender leaned over and said, "Add some stuff?"

"No, alcohol is enough." Shiler refused. A cold snort came from behind. Shiler turned his head and saw Alex swinging his hands and walking down from the dance floor, looking at Shiler and saying, "Softie."

Shiler turned his body, leaned against the bar, and reached out to put the cigarette he hadn't finished rolling on the bar behind him. At this time, Alex had approached, and everyone around was watching the fun.

The bartender was shaking the shaker up and down, seemingly cheering for the coming chaos. Shiler turned his upper body back a little, looked back with his eyes, and watched him.

The bartender raised his eyebrows in confusion. Amidst the noisy sound, Shiler's lips moved, as if he was saying something to him, so he leaned his upper body forward.

Shiler turned around suddenly, the glass in his hand smashed straight onto his head, shattering into pieces, and then grabbed his wrist, took the shaker filled with alcohol from his hand, turned 180 degrees smoothly, and with a 'bang', smashed it onto Alex's cheekbone.

Alex was smashed into a stagger. Shiler, who stood up, raised the bar stool, and with another 'bang', Alex was smashed head-broken and bleeding onto the ground. The moment he twisted and crawled up, there was another fierce blow.

Bang! Bang bang!

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change. The football players behind Alex rushed up. Shiler first swung the bar stool to the left, knocking down the one closest to him, and then threw the stool to smash down the one who swung his fist at him.

He dodged the wine bottle thrown by the other party with a bow, nimbly flipped into the bar, grabbed the huge wine rack, and pulled it forward.

Clatter!

Everyone surrounding the front of the bar was smashed down. Shiler walked out from the door on the other side of the bar. The few football players on the outermost side bypassed the chaos and rushed toward him.

Suddenly, a few strange figures rushed in from the side door on the other side of the bar. The moment Shiler was stunned, he took a punch from one of the football players, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He pushed that person to the side and rushed out from the back door, and the few men in black who had just squeezed in from the side door chased after him through the chaotic crowd at the fastest speed.

Strange, who was holding Renny next to the dance floor, hadn't recovered from the chaos, but he keenly discovered that the man in black chasing at the very end reached out to touch behind his waist, where it was bulging, and the suit jacket traced the outline of a gun.

Strange's pupils shrank.

"This Alex is really... what's wrong, Stephen? Hey... hey!" Renny shouted at Strange's back.

But Strange didn't stop. He reached the back door where Shiler left along the gap in the wall at the fastest speed. Looking outside, the night was heavy, the lights were hazy, and there was nothing there.

Strange was pulled hard by someone. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Shiler, who made a shushing gesture to him. His stiff body relaxed, and he was directly pulled into the bushes beside him by Shiler.

A few black shadows ran past the front of the tree quickly.

"What the hell is going on? Who is chasing you? And what's going on with Alex?" Strange asked.

"Very obviously, I've gotten into trouble." Shiler lowered his head and tugged at the corner of his mouth, his tone completely devoid of any meaning of reflection.

"Who is the trouble? Alex?"

"He can't even touch the edge of trouble." Shiler raised his eyes, looked behind the tree, and suddenly blurted out, "I killed someone."

Strange widened his eyes.

"Who?"

"A woman... wait a minute." Shiler said, "A member of the world's largest evil organization, and now the ones chasing me are other members of them."

Strange looked at Shiler with the gaze of looking at a monster. He walked up two steps and asked, "Then what are you waiting for if you don't run?"

"Didn't I run? It's just that I didn't expect you to chase after me." Shiler said, "If you hadn't come, I would have shaken them off long ago."

Strange was stunned. He thought about his rashly opening the door and coming out. If Shiler hadn't pulled him here, the people who ran past in a hurry just now should have discovered him.

Those were definitely not good people. Although Strange was not a criminal, he had a basic understanding of firearms. The guns hanging behind their waists all had silencers, which absolutely couldn't be police or agents from law enforcement departments.

"What now?" Strange asked.

"Run."

"Where to..."

"Run!"