Chapter 2668

In a flash, a black shadow had already rushed into the bushes. Shiler pulled Strange and rushed into the back door again, crossed the chaos, came to the other end of the bar, and rushed out from the door where the black shadow came.

"Did you drive?" Shiler asked.

Strange ran staggeringly and gasped for breath. He shook his head and said, "No, I took the bus here."

"Very good, me too, find a car."

Shiler looked around and found a car by the road, a quite good car. He turned back, took a chair from the chaotic bar, ran to the car, smashed the car window with two bangs, opened the car door, and sat in.

"You don't have the key." Strange said after sitting in the car, "I don't know how to hotwire!"

Shiler suddenly took out a key from his pocket. Strange in the passenger seat turned to look at him. In such a moment, the car had already been started. Shiler stepped on the gas, and the car rushed out.

"You had a premeditated plan!" Strange said through gritted teeth.

"That's right, this is Alex's car. Why do you think he suddenly found trouble with me?"

"Premeditated so early?!"

Shiler smiled, his eyes moved to the rearview mirror. As expected, a black and a gray car were chasing up swaying.

Strange twisted his neck hard to look back, glared at Shiler and said, "What kind of trouble did you get into? I saw someone holding a rifle!"

"I said it, I killed someone, the head of their area, and recently happened to be in charge of an important project."

"Why did you kill him?!"

"Do you believe me if I say it's for the people?"

"Then he should have killed you!"

"Don't be anxious." Shiler said unhurriedly, "There will be such a day in the future, but the person driving is you, remember to drive faster then." His eyes moved to Strange's hand again and said, "For your career."

"What crazy talk are you saying?" Strange still couldn't stop turning his head to look back. The car drove faster and faster. His body was tightly pressed against the seat back, and he started to twitch nervously.

"They clearly have more than just these people, what do you plan to do?"

"I said don't be anxious." Shiler smiled and said, "Someone will come to solve the trouble for us."

Shiler stepped on the gas deeper, holding the steering wheel steadily. The roar on the street and the thunder in the sky merged into the drum beats of violent rock music. The car was like an arrow off the string, merging with the flashing lightning.

Suddenly, a deeper and more irritable trembling sound came from overhead. Strange looked up, ignoring the cold raindrops hitting his face. Between the water droplets on his eyelashes, the shape of another behemoth was reflected.

"Helicopter, FBI helicopter!" Strange couldn't care so much, poked his head out of the car window, staring at the flight path of the helicopter. Sure enough, more cars surrounded them below, all with unified painting.

Strange turned back, looked at Shiler and said, "What kind of trouble did you get into? There are at least a hundred agents here!"

"Rather than considering this, think about your career." Shiler held the steering wheel with one hand and a cigarette with the other, saying, "So many people saw me take action against Alex, I definitely can't study here anymore, what about you?"

Strange clenched his fists. He roared at Shiler, "What does all this have to do with me?!"

"Why did you chase out?"

Strange was silenced. He looked out the window from time to time and said, "The agents have already come, why don't you stop the car?"

"How do you know the people sitting inside are agents?"

"That's the FBI's..."

"Helicopters and cars might indeed be the property of the FBI, but the people might not be." Shiler turned another corner and said, "Why do you think the first group of people dared to chase me so blatantly?"

Strange thought of the worst possibility. He still couldn't help glaring at Shiler and said, "Since you knew, why did you go to provoke them?"

Shiler shook the hand holding the cigarette, pale and thin like a ghost claw, smoke lingering in between, simply like some magic that people couldn't take their eyes off.

"I have a gun, and there is a person in front of me."

"So what?"

"I fired."

"The reason?"

"The reason is that there is a gun in front of me, and there is a person in front of me, I have such power." Shiler grinned and smiled, his fingers suddenly tightened.

Bang!!!!

The tire exploded, the car flew out sideways. Strange didn't have time to grab anything, and was knocked head-broken and bleeding in the shaking of the vehicle.

The car stopped slowly.

Blood also flowed down from Shiler's cheek until it covered his whole face, making it look like a bright red ghost face. His hair was loosened, and the blood stuck his hair to his face, extremely embarrassed, evil like a devil, and beautiful like one too.

"Why did you chase out?" Shiler asked.

Strange hung his head, the pain made him dizzy, but he still grabbed one side of the seat and said, "Did you see hope?"

"I'm not a kidnapper." Shiler opened one side of the car door and said, but looked back at Strange's eyes and said to him very seriously: "But there is one who is."

"One of you?"

"Yes, there are many of me in this body. What you see now is just one of them. You don't need to understand what's going on. You just need to remember: be a hostage, cultivate a kidnapper."

Strange shook his head in confusion. The moment he raised his eyes, he was dazzled by the light of the flashlights called back by the agents.

In the dazzling light, he saw a figure raise his hands. Countless agents surrounded him, and when the arms holding guns gathered, they were like petals unfolding layer by layer.

The field of vision started to become pitch black from the surroundings, and the darkness started to gradually spread to the center of the field of vision, but the point in the very center was still bright.

Strange focused his eyes, looked down, and saw the cane pressed against his Adam's apple. He raised his eyes and saw that familiar yet strange face.

"Listen, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. A friend of mine was seriously injured and is currently being rescued at the Presbyterian Hospital..."

Strange took two steps back, raised his head slightly, the cane had already reached his Adam's apple, and fragments of past memories flooded into his mind.

"If one day I have trouble, you have to do me a favor..."

This is not the point. The point is the second half of the sentence, especially "perhaps you will also receive enough reward from it."

Under Shiler's threat, Strange, who got into the car, saw his own sneering expression in the rearview mirror the moment he closed the car door.

Strange, who was meditating in the Kamar-Taj Zen room, suddenly felt the abnormality of the Eye of Agamotto. He looked back and saw the artifact floating in the air, seeing an anomaly point appearing in the chaotic and mixed timeline displayed within it, so he stepped forward two steps and took the gem into his palm.

The phone suddenly rang. Strange stared at that point while picking up the phone and saying, "Hello, what's wrong?"

"Yes, I'm about to set off. I won't be the first to arrive in Los Angeles, but definitely not the last. Although seeing Stark's face earlier is nothing worth being happy about, I just want to go see Wanda and her children."

"Of course, I know..."

Strange saw that anomaly point jumping repeatedly during a period of time in the near future, and the figure in the appearing picture was somewhat familiar.

Suddenly, this anomaly point jumped to the quite distant past, distant to at least 20 years ago.

Hanging up the phone, Strange stared at the Eye of Agamotto, seemingly understanding something, and couldn't help but reveal a smile from the heart.

All the pictures appearing before his eyes retreated rapidly until they froze.

With a 'swish', the sharp blade slashed from 10 centimeters below Strange's right elbow. No blood, no severed limbs, and no pain or screams—at that moment, Strange saw Shiler's shocked face, but he didn't tell anyone. What echoed in his mind at that time was also Shiler's voice.

"... I feel ashamed for not being able to do it, and because of this shame, I often feel endless depression, even full of self-destructive tendencies, making them save me more, because for my initial return, they will only look forward to the more returns that will never come."

"I'm not a kidnapper, but there is one who is..."

"... be a hostage, cultivate a kidnapper."

Strange, standing in front of the banquet hall door, covered the bright sunlight in front of him with his hand, looking at a figure walking toward him. He couldn't help but want to know if the facts were as he imagined.

Seeing Strange waiting at the door, Shiler had a moment of doubt, but he quickly walked up, stood side by side with him, turned his head and asked, "Why don't you go in?"

"Nothing, just don't want to see Stark's face too early."

Shiler sighed helplessly, thinking of Stark's remarks about the Hand of God later, he felt a deep headache. Although the previous identity background problem had been solved, the problem of these two turkeys facing each other still lay in front of him.

"Let's go in." Shiler led the way. Strange stood in place, and Shiler had to stop and look back at him, asking: "What's wrong? Why are you standing here?"

Strange's footsteps paused, but he still took a step toward Shiler and said, "Remember when we first met?"

Shiler's expression stiffened slightly, and then said: "How long ago was that? You wouldn't still hold a grudge against me for threatening you with a cane, would you?"

Strange raised his eyebrows, his eyes swept across Shiler's face, revealed a smile and said: "I also know you were in a hurry at the time. How was my driving that day?"

"Not bad, at least quite fast." Shiler looked back and sized him up: "Do you want me to give you a certificate of merit?"

"That's not necessary." Strange restrained his smile, staring at Shiler's back, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the Tower of Thought, a hand suddenly appeared above the layered files in the memory bank. One of the folders was taken out. Looking through it, there were only a few words.

Another figure in a black suit stood behind him and asked: "So you really deleted all of Strange's parts? Only leaving a chase battle with agents?"

Superego turned back and said: "An eye for an eye."

Arrogance smiled and said: "'Be a hostage, cultivate a kidnapper', Strange did a good job."