Chapter 4563

Deathstroke is really a bit convinced. On the surface, saying something like "skipping the plot is skipping life" is fine, but in private, who doesn't want to live like Schiller without caring about anything?

Anyway, Deathstroke is a bit envious. Schiller seems to be a person who is not troubled by feelings at all. Some people polish feelings into sharp spears to hurt others, and some people build feelings into high walls to trap themselves. The emotional life of most people in this world is like shooting a gun, always striving to cause the greatest damage with the fewest bullets. Schiller is different, his emotional life is also shooting a gun, but the purpose of his shooting isn't to kill anyone, but just to make the bullet roll as far as possible.

You can't say this is ineffective, and even, compared to using a gun to hit people, the expulsion effect of a gun on bullets is better. After all, no matter whether you hit or not, the bullet must fly very far. And this is precisely the purpose for which the firearm was designed, showing a clever absurdity.

"We'll go see tonight," Schiller opened his mouth. This didn't exceed Deathstroke's expectations. The so-called dark night, murder and arson day. You can't take action during the day, but it might not be the case at night. As long as you can find the underground storage room, there is always a way to get the mural away.

In fact, Deathstroke tends to let Schiller complete the mission first, so that there will be no worries when helping him repair the parent-child relationship later. As long as the mural can be obtained first and sent back to the United States, his subsequent plans will definitely be smoother. So he intends to help, and intends to do his best.

"It's best to have internal staff lead the way," Deathstroke said, "These modern buildings have a very annoying door card system. If you don't swipe the card, you can't even go to the toilet. If no one leads the way, at least you have to have a pass, otherwise, it's a wasted trip."

"You don't have the confidence to break in?"

"Ha, do you know how much wear and tear that will have?" Deathstroke said irritably, "I can indeed hack open the vault door, but even if I move everything inside, it might not be enough for the repair cost of this sword."

"Fine." Schiller clearly didn't intend to force it, he said, "But we don't need any pass. You'll know tonight."

They still didn't return to the hotel, but Schiller clearly had a place to go. Deathstroke didn't have any ideas, so he followed behind Schiller, and then found that Schiller came to the crowded commercial street.

Some people go out to travel and just visit the same commercial streets in different places, eat chain brand meals, and visit global brand stores. This is also no problem, global chain brands are indeed more reliable.

Then Schiller entered a clothing store, also a global chain brand, and a high-end one at that. He bought a set of clothes that Deathstroke felt he would absolutely not wear—a turtleneck cashmere sweater, Italian-style casual cut suit jacket, loose wide-leg suit pants, brown loafers. It looks very academic, setting him off to look much younger, even a bit immature.

This isn't a style that agents would choose, because agents always want to make themselves look more mature and experienced, and also need to be stronger. So many times, they will choose dark British-style suits, stiff suit pants, and rigorous leather shoes, wishing everyone knew how hard they are to provoke. This academic style of dressing, although it can better reflect the old money temperament, is a bit too gentle.

After Schiller put this on, he was like a different person. If he said now that he was going to fly to watch Wimbledon, Deathstroke wouldn't feel strange at all. Just like he discovered before, Schiller can easily integrate into the upper class.

Even if he is still not smiling, a bit too cold and solemn, but as long as the clothes are changed, his own unique temperament will make him look like a big shot—the kind who can freely enter and exit any high-end place while looking at his watch and walking fast.

Schiller paid the money and walked out of the mall with the shopping bag, Deathstroke teased: "Is public money used for this?"

"Of course," Schiller said, "Money should be spent on the blade."

"I didn't see where the blade is." Deathstroke shook his head. He also didn't know what Schiller was doing with this set of clothes, Cairo didn't seem to have any high-end occasions that needed this kind of dressing.

However, he soon knew. After the sky darkened, Schiller changed his clothes, and the two of them came to the vicinity of the museum. Before entering the museum, Schiller turned to Deathstroke and said: "I'll try to go in first. After success, I'll find a way to divert the security guards, and then you come in."

"How do you plan to get in?" They are now standing on the roof, staring at the Egyptian Museum not far away. It is brightly lit at night, with complete security personnel and many cameras. At first glance, there are no blind spots, and it is very difficult to sneak in secretly.

Schiller shook his head and didn't speak, just straightened his collar and walked toward the main entrance. Deathstroke was a bit nervous, because he was really afraid that Schiller would walk to the door and suddenly pull out that revolver and fire a shot.

Deathstroke is a mercenary, not a terrorist. The two are diametrically opposed. Assassination pays attention to precision and efficiency. The employer tells you to kill which one, you can only kill which one. Involving others is to deduct money, and even if too many people die, it can be counted as a bomb order. Many novice killers who don't understand things fall like this.

Deathstroke won't make such a mistake. So although he doesn't soften his hands when killing people, he tries his best to avoid slaughter when completing commissions. After all, you don't know if there are informants of the employer inside, or even relatives. If you hack them, the final payment will suffer.

However, fortunately. Schiller is clearly not a proponent of extreme violent action either, he didn't pull out the revolver, and didn't even take a weapon. He just walked to the door swaggeringly and talked to the security guards at the door.

It is now closing time, and the tourists have almost left. Schiller stood there and chatted with the security guards for a few words, and actually went in just like that. Deathstroke looked full of question marks. Really just holding a cup of coffee, any company's building can be entered?

However, Schiller soon fulfilled his promise: a riot broke out in the museum, I don't know what caused it, and the security personnel were almost all attracted away. Deathstroke also walked in swaggeringly.

He stopped at the corner of the first floor, not knowing whether to go upstairs or where to go. Schiller soon shouted at him from the other side of the corridor. Deathstroke walked over and found that it was an empty corridor.

"How did you mix in?" Deathstroke couldn't help but ask.

"I have worked here," Schiller said, "It took a lot of effort to break the temperature control device."

Deathstroke was full of question marks again. It's really not that he doesn't want to think carefully about what Schiller said, but it's really hard to distinguish which sentence is true and which is nonsense. There is useful information in the mountain of garbage information, and then it might just be a directory index. The real answer is hidden under the mountain of shit, and no one has the patience to turn it over.

However, Deathstroke had to start searching, because Schiller pulled him and went upstairs to the second floor—the exhibition hall is different from those office buildings, the architecture is specially designed, and there is no pattern to follow. It is not easy to find the correct stairs to go up, but Schiller is like he has been here many times, and went upstairs directly with Deathstroke.

Then they came to the internal elevator door again, and this broken thing really needed to swipe a card. Deathstroke hugged his arms, watching Schiller with ease, preparing to see where he was going to get the card. Then Schiller flipped out a pass directly from under the potted plant next to him.

"No, how can there be wild door cards?" Deathstroke was simply speechless. Every time he infiltrates this kind of building, isn't he jumping up and down? Otherwise, he wouldn't specifically remind Schiller to pay attention to the door card.

The door card is really the greatest invention in the history of human security, none of them. Don't think that professional infiltrators don't have a headache for this. In fact, all kinds of high-tech motion capture cameras, laser detection, and defense devices are not as easy to use as door cards. It is precisely because it is easy to use that it has been promoted globally.

Generally, outsiders who want to break in need to attack people carrying door cards. But they usually don't have much time to destroy the corpses, which makes the corpses very easy to be discovered, like a large living alarm.

Moreover, once the loss of the door card is discovered, it can be reported as lost immediately, and all information on it will be invalid instantly. So the killer might risk exposure, only to exchange for a useless card. After a few times, there is no patience.

"Where did you get it?" Deathstroke asked.

"I prepared it when I came last time," Schiller replied, "Taking advantage of the lunch break, I covered and fainted a colleague who often got drunk, and persuaded him to give this to me."

"When on earth did you come here?" Deathstroke couldn't help but ask, "It wouldn't be during the Iraq War, right?"

"Why do you always not listen to me seriously?" Schiller was also very helpless, he said, "If you do this again, I will withdraw the evaluation that you are a good father. Didn't I say it? I exchanged bodies with the other version of me..."

"So that's true, not some kind of philosophical metaphor???" Deathstroke was very surprised, he said, "So before he worked in the museum, and you stayed with me in the safe house. After you two exchanged, you went to the museum, and he stayed with me?"

"Not too stupid yet," Schiller commented, "I didn't just break the temperature control device and make him lose his job when I came here, I also made quite a few other preparations. This door card is one of them."

They two got into the elevator, but the elevator stopped again. Clearly, the people in the museum discovered that there were intruders and urgently stopped the elevator. Deathstroke curled his lips and said: "The reaction is fast enough."

"Hayiwen is not a simple character," Schiller said, "Although I stayed here for a short time, I haven't heard of him. But he can serve as both a museum curator and the number one cultural relic dealer, he must have his uniqueness."

"Is stealing from the museum also a uniqueness?"

"Who to steal for, what can be stolen, what cannot be stolen, are all knowledge."

Deathstroke looked up and said: "I'll split the top of the car, let's go up directly."

"No," Schiller shook his head and said, "You split the bottom, let's jump down directly."

Deathstroke raised his eyebrows, but thinking about it, it's the same. They took the elevator from the second floor, even if there are four or five floors underground, it's not high, anyway, it's definitely not going to fall to their death.

So Deathstroke took out the greatsword. Rather than splitting, it's better to say it's like cutting tofu, directly cutting an opening at the bottom of the car. The hard metal had no resistance in front of that greatsword, just like butter.

Deathstroke jumped down first, and then the sound came from below: "It's okay, there are only two floors, jump with confidence."

But Schiller still didn't jump down immediately, but first sat down at the opening, turned around and grabbed the edge with both hands, lowered his whole body, looked down, and then let go after confirming it wasn't high. Landing was indeed unscathed.