Chapter 4547: Day of White (13)

Deathstroke, a super-modified cyborg warrior injected with serum, is 193 cm tall, weighs 200 pounds, has a brain potential development of over 90%, and possesses normal strength about 10 times that of the human limit.

Relative to the strength Deathstroke possesses, Schiller's weight is truly too light. Therefore, carrying Schiller was effortless, but precisely because so little strength was needed, Deathstroke felt a moment of trance, even having a sense of unreality.

Regarding the topic of "Is the world crazy or am I crazy," Deathstroke leaned toward the latter. He was more willing to believe that all the things that shocked him had a more complex logic behind them, which he just couldn't understand right now. But now, he began to seriously consider whether God was crazy, or if there was some problem with the physical rules of this world—a person of this build and weight could absolutely not possess such great strength.

Reason told Deathstroke that Schiller might be a superhuman, or a cyborg like him. But no, he felt Schiller was very far from these, one could even say they were completely unrelated, which was why he would seriously think about his physical function problems.

Deathstroke carried Schiller out of the busy wharf area, found a car nearby, drove through the center of Hurghada, and arrived at a more peripheral area, heading all the way into the interior of Egypt, until he arrived at his safe house in the Red Sea area, near the southwest.

This was an abandoned US military base with quite a spacious underground area. Deathstroke placed Schiller on one of the beds in the barracks dormitory and locked the door for safety, but soon he discovered that this wasn't very safe either, one could even call it an unnecessary move—because a few minutes later, this door flew away.

Seeing the figure rushing out of the dormitory door, Deathstroke was like facing a great enemy, first taking out his greatsword, but then feeling a bit pained and switching to dual swords. As a result, when he took them out, he saw one was already broken, so he had to throw it aside and switch to dual sticks.

"Oh, God, I'm never using that broken gun again."

Deathstroke heard Schiller say, and he also breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed Schiller had already sobered up. But soon he discovered he was happy too early—Schiller's mind was clear, but only his mind was clear.

Schiller turned his head to stare at the iron door that had flown away. He walked over, seemingly wanting to pick up the door. Deathstroke watched helplessly as the part of the door frame he grabbed melted like butter, and then, just as he picked up the door, his hand shook, and the door flew away again.

Schiller turned around, and Deathstroke took two steps back: "Don't come over!"

The sedative and anti-inflammatory drugs failed to restore Schiller's completely damaged hearing. More troublesome was that Deathstroke was wearing a full-coverage mask, which meant Schiller couldn't even see his lip movements, so he still walked toward Deathstroke.

"Don't you fucking come over!!!"

Deathstroke really didn't want to be like a stage actor, having to chant exaggeratedly before performing an action scene. In fact, he wasn't a person who talked much; people always called him the "Silent King of Killers" because he was always ruthless and didn't talk much, acting without warning.

Even he knew that Schiller probably couldn't hear him, and shouting louder was useless. But now he understood better why the ancestors of humans, the ancient apes living in trees, roared—it was more like a wild venting than communication and warning.

When people are helpless, they always become hysterical; roaring and shouting are the last things they can do. This is quite effective for venting emotions, and surprisingly, it actually succeeded in stopping Schiller's pace.

Schiller didn't hear what Deathstroke was shouting, but he felt the other party should be shouting; after all, one could judge the state of the other party's speech from the direction of the neck muscles and the Adam's apple. Fortunately, Deathstroke's neck was covered in fiber fabric, allowing Schiller to see how the sternocleidomastoid muscle supported the entire neck muscle group that was bursting with full force.

Schiller stretched out both hands and said, "I didn't mean to attack you, calm down, okay?"

"You have the nerve to say that?!" Deathstroke was so angry he laughed, "Two hours ago, you almost threw me to Israel with a throw, and you tell me this?!"

"I warned you." Schiller could probably guess what Deathstroke was complaining about; although he was a bit out of control earlier, he still had memories. "This isn't something I can control either. I think we need to talk openly and honestly to facilitate our cooperation."

"Who wants to cooperate with you? If I wasn't afraid of you running out and causing trouble, I would have thrown you out for the bounty long ago!"

Deathstroke found that he was talking more; this wasn't because his personality had suddenly become lively, but because people are always more excited when their emotions are intense, and the language center also becomes excited, so naturally, they talk more.

"You fucking rampaged in an African port; if I didn't know better, I'd think a killer whale had grown legs and come ashore. That damn sniper has never had such a fun time shooting in his life, and there's still a bullet stuck in my upper arm muscle, I..."

Before Deathstroke finished speaking, he saw Schiller's somewhat blank eyes, and then he realized Schiller really couldn't hear what he was saying. He closed his eyes hard, then lifted his mask halfway, exposing the lower half of his face.

Schiller was stunned for a moment when he saw that young face. Although Deathstroke had exposed his mouth when drinking soda earlier, not much was exposed then, so it wasn't easy to judge. But now he could be sure that this Deathstroke was indeed relatively young.

But this didn't mean he was really a young person, because in the background setting of the comics, Deathstroke had a period of being rejuvenated. The specific process was a bit complicated, but anyway, he encountered danger and fell into a coma, then was saved by some sweeping monk, who made his body return to a young state, but this state didn't last long, and he later returned to his normal age.

When Schiller first encountered Deathstroke in his universe, he was also in a young state, which should also be the reason, because when he encountered him later, he was an old man again, which proved that the rejuvenated state had ended.

But in reality, whether he was old or young didn't have much impact on Deathstroke, because Deathstroke was an immortal; in the comics, he could even live to be over 500 years old, so even if his appearance was elderly, his physical function was not affected.

Now Schiller could understand what Deathstroke was saying, but after discovering that Deathstroke was just cursing, he couldn't be bothered to watch. Deafness still had some benefits; after all, ears cannot be closed voluntarily, but eyes can.

He sat down on the sofa nearby, completely destroying the sofa armrest with a hand-resting action, and when he reached out to take an energy bar on the coffee table, he made the coffee table do a split on the spot. And the energy bar that was picked up shattered like instant oatmeal within two seconds; the moment the packaging bag was torn open, it scattered everywhere like flowers falling from the sky.

"I've realized a sad fact." Schiller leaned back on the sofa, covered his forehead, and said, "It seems I can only use that broken gun from now on."

Deathstroke felt like he had been punched; he looked at the living room that had been destroyed within a few short seconds and felt that he was the most pathetic one—why on earth did he bring this human-shaped walking killer whale into his safe house?!

Watching Schiller take out that gun, Deathstroke couldn't care about anything else; he went up and snatched the gun away, roaring: "If you dare to have a misfire here, I'll throw you to Israel!"

"I'm serious." Schiller said, "There's no other firearm that can withstand my strength now; I'll press the trigger into the butt of the gun."

Deathstroke used his 90% developed brain to understand this sentence, then said: "You mean, you want to mount a missile launcher on an out-of-control high-speed train, and while ramming them, beat them with missiles? Are you a fan of desecrating corpses?"

"Why don't you understand?" Schiller looked at him and said, "Uncontrolled power is not power; if I can't control who I ram into the Red Sea, then this cannot be considered an effective means of attack."

"God, you actually know." Deathstroke made an extremely surprised look and said, "Didn't you think about this when you rammed me?"

"Because I knew you wouldn't be rammed in." Schiller said very straightforwardly, "You used your famous name and powerful anti-strike ability to explain this to me; I thought this was some kind of guarantee."

"Guarantee?"

"A guarantee to make me stop." Schiller stood up again and said, "Now it seems, the reputation is well-deserved; there aren't many people who can intercept an out-of-control train with cold weapons, Mr. World's Number One Mercenary."

Deathstroke opened his mouth, actually having nothing to say. He had to admit that his earlier description of the trouble he encountered to Schiller, as well as acting in front of him, had a certain element of display, but this wasn't out of showing off, but for deterrence.

Deathstroke was extremely cunning and shrewd; he understood that violent deterrence is sometimes easier to defeat an opponent than violence itself. He divided society into cities and jungles; for people who are not often in extreme violent environments—specifically referring to most agents in developed countries—extreme overwhelming violent scenes are easier to break them down.

As a weapon master, Deathstroke didn't only know how to kill with cold weapons. In fact, cold weapons didn't have any special advantages; that greatsword was even better for defense than for attack. What cold weapons can do, guns can also do; the so-called "within seven steps, the gun is fast," and "within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast."

And the reason Deathstroke was more willing to use cold weapons was that the violent deterrence brought by cold weapons was more than a little bit stronger than guns. An enemy hacked into pieces by a dual-wielded sword can often make more enemies lose their fighting ability, making them scream and flee in panic, but if you use a gun, the effect will be greatly reduced.

When dealing with agents, Deathstroke would also try his best to show his violent characteristics, showing his powerful strength, indestructible body, and physical fitness that didn't seem human at all, letting them understand what kind of monster he was, which could easily scare away those with poor psychological quality.

Even veteran agents who had been through hundreds of battles might not be completely immune. Just imagine, who would try to catch a terrifying existence that takes missiles to the face and remains unscathed in the mushroom cloud of an explosion?

The so-called "need to seize the ship" was just a slightly lame excuse; Deathstroke had long known there were bombs on that ship, and he jumped over just to show Schiller that he shouldn't go looking for trouble with such a violent monster.

This trick was usually very useful, scaring away who knows how many people who came to find trouble with him, but the so-called "walking the night road too often, you'll eventually meet a ghost"; playing psychological games too much, you'll eventually meet Schiller. ===== CHAPTER 4548 =====