Chapter 4549: Day of White (15)

Whether it was World War I or World War II, whether it was the Verdun meat grinder or the Battle of Stalingrad, if you could suppress an entire team on the opposite side with one gun, you were undoubtedly a war hero. This was what Diana understood and pursued.

The front-line battlefield requires powerful, even more powerful firepower. At the same time, it must make everyone realize the power of the firepower, or rather, whether it is truly powerful doesn't matter, as long as you make the other side think that you cannot be broken through here. This was also Diana's approach to designing weapons.

In fact, the lethality of this Colt Python wasn't very exaggerated; if it hit an adult, it could shatter them, but in fact, some shotguns could also do that. Although it had infinite bullets, fast reloading, and reliability, a machine gun wouldn't be impossible either.

The most special thing about this revolver that distinguished it from ordinary human firearms was the huge muzzle flash and sound. The flash could be ignored, but that sound could definitely be called a sonic weapon; it wasn't just the person firing the gun who would be harmed, everyone around would be hit with a "stiff" effect.

Schiller only now discovered that this might not be a side product of increasing power, but something Diana specifically added, because she wanted this kind of group attack deterrent power.

Clearly, she and Deathstroke should sit at the same table; they were both the kind of people who believed that violent deterrence is greater than violence itself. As long as something looks scary enough, it already possesses unrivaled power.

After realizing this, Schiller didn't even want to talk to Diana anymore, but unsurprisingly, Deathstroke became interested. As a professional mercenary, his ability to promote himself was terrifyingly strong.

He began to analyze the whole thing for Diana, including the arms dealer named Hessinager, the cultural relic he wanted to recover, and the pursuit along the way, speaking in a very logical and organized manner.

Finally, he persuaded Diana to get him one such good thing too. Before he could recover from the excitement of being about to obtain an excellent weapon, he looked up and saw Schiller's death stare.

"You two are quite like-minded; are you glad we aren't really husband and wife?"

"If she could really forge a perfect weapon for me, I would propose to it."

"It?"

"I'm referring to the weapon."

This was truly a case of "high mountains and flowing water meeting a soulmate." Schiller rolled his eyes in his heart, but an agent couldn't do that; they needed to be secret and efficient, even willing to give up the reliability of weapons to avoid making noise. He thought Diana understood his evaluation of the revolver, but he didn't expect her to understand it in reverse.

Deathstroke was clearly satisfied with this reward; returning to his professional field, he became reliable again. After giving up cursing, his analysis was still very reasonable.

"I still think it's impossible for you to get the cultural relic back through normal negotiation means, because the agreement has already been signed, no one wants to add extra trouble, and Egypt will definitely not be the end point."

"What do you mean?"

"Egypt is a disaster area for cultural relic forgery and whitewashing." Deathstroke was clearly somewhat knowledgeable, saying, "There are enough cultural relics here, experts who dare to make judgments, and a series of cultural relic archaeology and restoration industrial chains, but it is not a sufficiently powerful and orderly country; it is simply a paradise for the black market of cultural relics."

"If a collection is transported here, it will definitely not be a glorious return home, but just to take a bath here, or be carefully cut and restored; the final destination must be Eastern Europe or the private collection museum of some super-rich person on the West Coast."

"So you think that Hessinager is also doing this?"

"That's right. Signing such a complex contract, the money needed for lobbying won't be small; if there isn't enough reward, an arms dealer wouldn't do this; the only possibility is that he needs this cultural relic to please someone."

"Who could it be?"

"It could be his business partner, it could be the government of some country, or even a peer. This is hard to guess, and there's no need to dwell on it. The key is that the destination must not be in Egypt locally, which means this thing will only stay here for a very short period of time; once it is transported out of Egypt, it will be hard to find again."

"Then what is your plan?"

"I just want to persuade you to give up; the plan to meticulously investigate the interpersonal relationships behind it and then use the infighting of various forces in Egypt to fish out the cultural relic is definitely too late."

"Why do you think I would do that?"

"I think this might be your original plan." Deathstroke said, "I've seen too many agents; agents from every country have their unique style of doing things, and the CIA is particularly notorious. I knew you were one of the best as soon as I saw you."

"Thanks for the flattery, but the flattery is off-target." Schiller said, "I'm FBI, not CIA."

"Of course I know, otherwise I wouldn't use words for cursing police to curse you. Americans are all the same; as long as they appear in this area, the purpose must be to trigger infighting and create division; there are no other options."

"Well, maybe it's a bit more direct than you think, but that is indeed the train of thought." Schiller admitted, "I will be as fast as possible, but if it's really too late, then I can only set off for Europe."

"This is a bit beyond my expectations." Deathstroke said, "Usually, the same group of people won't handle the Middle East and Europe. Don't tell me you have work experience in both."

"What if I do?"

"Then you should have been silenced long ago." Deathstroke said truthfully, "If you add Asia, perhaps you would be worth a plane crash."

"How do you know I haven't?" Schiller laughed.

"So, you were indeed on that plane that just crashed." Deathstroke narrowed his eyes; he already knew the news of the plane crash on his way here; after all, such a big plane was sensational international news. It's just that, from the impact area and the state of the plane, one could see that the crash was not an accident; it was probably aimed at someone.

Schiller didn't continue speaking, so Deathstroke had to continue: "Well, but I can't follow you back to Europe, otherwise I'm likely to be hunted from Spain to Iceland. Are you sure you can get better during this period?"

"If I stay in the hospital for more than half a month, I should be able to." Schiller said, "But I clearly can't do that, so we should indeed consider a quick battle in Egypt; or let's talk about your plan."

"My plan is very simple: find them and rob them directly."

"Truly very Deathstroke." Schiller gave an objective evaluation, saying, "The only small problem is that the research value of this cultural relic is not in the historical information it records."

"Say what you have to say."

"Simply put, that collection has undergone some mutations recently and possesses some magical attributes; there is no way to be sure whether overly violent means will have any impact on it, and the mysterious attribute is the only reason to recover it."

"Ah, this is troublesome." Deathstroke touched his temples, "In a critical moment, the arms dealer will destroy it, right?"

"No one knows." Schiller sighed, "No one even knows if he knows the true value of this collection, so it's best not to provoke him, or make him take any extreme actions, transporting the collection quickly in an unreasonable way, leading to the destruction of the collection."

"Then what on earth is it?" Deathstroke asked.

"Is that important?"

"Of course, the nature of the thing we are looking for determines how we treat it; you at least have to give me some rough data."

"This can only be asked by phone." Schiller said, "I'm usually not used to asking too much when I take a mission, because the employer's subjective judgment might cause bad influence; employers like Batman are the minority."

"Yeah, most people are like when they see a dentist for the first time, frantically denying that they eat sweets, as if there's any benefit to portraying themselves as a moral model in front of me. But don't you have your own information channels?"

"I do." Schiller only answered very briefly, then added a sentence in his heart, "It's just that it's highly likely to come from the murderer."

Schiller called Diana again and asked her about the characteristics of the collection he was looking for. When he got "a mural about half a ton heavy," "highly likely" was crossed out and became "inevitable."

Although the vicious act of tampering with memories was limited to a certain personality trait, and there was basically no concealment, Schiller was very sure that his tail was not something he could bite by looking at memories. Given the other party's character, looking at it might make him die faster.

However, Schiller still tried to search in the memory bank; very unsurprisingly, a large amount of junk information flooded the search box, and the information showed that it was all things that happened in another universe, so much that Schiller couldn't finish reading it in a short time.

Schiller came back to his senses and said to Deathstroke: "Well, let's rob them directly."

"Why did you suddenly change your mind?" Deathstroke asked curiously; he could see that Schiller didn't quite agree with this plan before. Schiller was the kind of typical agent who focused on professional techniques rather than blind violent suppression, and his acceptance of the plan of "robbing openly" was not high.

"For some murderers, going around collecting information, formulating plans to sow discord, and searching for targets in a roundabout way, the final result might not be as good as robbing openly."

"You have impressed me." Deathstroke said, "It seems there was an enemy who left a deep impression on you."

"The only one who can leave a deep impression on me is myself."

"Do you mean something stupid you once did?"

Schiller stood up: "The stupidest thing I ever did was try to bite my own tail."

Then both of them went to rest; it wasn't that they didn't want to move immediately, but the injuries on their bodies needed to be treated. Deathstroke had a bullet stuck in his arm that needed to be taken out. Schiller's right arm was dislocated, and his scapula was fractured, needing reduction and fixation.

According to Schiller himself, his current uncontrollable powerful strength was mainly due to his discomfort with his non-dominant hand. Deathstroke only sneered at this; he had never heard of changing the dominant hand to the non-dominant hand and turning a person into a train.

"This is interesting." Deathstroke said while taking off the tight-fitting clothes on his arm, "You aren't very accepting of your out-of-control state; it seems you want to find a suitable reason for it."

"Because this hasn't brought me any benefits."

"It has increased your strength by dozens of times, and that doesn't count as a benefit? If it were me, I would carry that gun every day, letting everyone have a position that belongs to them in the sea."

"That depends on who you compare it with." Schiller said, "If I said someone could control this power in a normal state, and even obtain more, what do you think?"

"You shouldn't ask me this, but should go ask Newton." Deathstroke said angrily, "I want to ask you, do you have any opinions on the orbit the Earth is currently running on."

"I don't mean that." Schiller waved his hand, holding his arm and preparing for reduction, "They can see more, it's like... full-map perspective."

"Oh, train route map." Deathstroke laughed again.

Schiller didn't continue speaking; Deathstroke had already fallen once by not taking his hints seriously, and now it seemed this would definitely not be the last time. ===== CHAPTER 4550 =====