Chapter 4595: Day of the White (61)

"Hey!" Shiler shouted very dissatisfied. What did closing the coffin lid mean? We worked hard to reach the end, and you tell me the final BOSS isn't coming out? Reality doesn't have a refund button!

Shiler took two steps back and reached out to Deathstroke: "Sword."

Deathstroke was a bit inexplicable. After those shit-like puzzle-solving sessions before, his brain was already not turning much, so he directly handed the great sword to Shiler.

Shiler picked up the great sword and jumped onto the coffin, inserted the sword tip along the place where the coffin had just opened, and pried it outward violently. After prying open a crack, he threw the great sword aside, grabbed the crack with his hand, and pulled the coffin lid outward.

This, of course, couldn't be pulled, but it wasn't the kind of immobility where the mechanism was stuck, but clearly someone was wrestling with him inside. It could be pulled, but only a little bit.

"What are you doing?" A slightly helpless voice came from the coffin, "Why is it you who found me? What is Greed doing?"

"Why can't it be me who found you?" Shiler was also puzzled, "If not me, who else could it be?"

"Of course it's Batman," the other party lowered his voice and said, "or Superman, otherwise it has to be other members of the Justice League, what are you doing?"

"Isn't this a coincidence? It's the Justice League that hired me, come out!" Shiler pulled outward violently again.

"No, there is still a plot segment where I was sealed for too long, leading to madness and fighting the Justice League for three hundred rounds. You skipped the plot!" The person in the coffin just wouldn't let go.

"They can't come! Can't I fight you for three hundred rounds?" Shiler pulled outward hard.

"Fart! Go call the Justice League!" The person in the coffin held the coffin board tightly.

The two of them stalemated for three minutes until Shiler had no strength left. With a bang, the coffin lid closed again. He leaned on the coffin and gasped for a few breaths. When he looked at the memory before, he didn't quite believe that Anatoli was the first Green Lantern, but now it seemed that he indeed had some skills. Not to mention anything else, this strength was really great.

"What's wrong?" Deathstroke asked, "Did you open it?"

Shiler gasped while shaking his head, gritted his teeth and looked around, and picked up the great sword next to him again. This time he didn't pry from the top of the coffin lid, he directly came to the tail of the coffin, inserted the great sword along the gap here, pried open another opening, and started pulling from the opposite direction again.

"Why are you so stubborn?" The person in the coffin was caught off guard and was almost pried open by him, but fortunately, he was quick-eyed and grabbed his coffin board again, "I said no is no, you hurry up..."

"No is no, you have to!" Shiler exerted force again violently, "I've reached here and you tell me the mission failed? You're dreaming! Come out!"

"No, who exactly are you, why are you so..."

Shiler held the coffin lid with one hand, reached into his clothes with the other, took out his ID, and threw it in along the gap. Three seconds later, an exclamation erupted from inside the coffin: "FBI?!"

"Open the door!" Shiler knocked on the coffin lid, "Otherwise I will charge you with resisting arrest and obstructing official business!"

"No way! You think I don't know the FBI, even if I go out now, you will charge me with resisting arrest and obstructing official business!"

"Anatoli!" Shiler emphasized his tone, "What words do we have between us that must be said across this broken coffin lid? Can't you come out first?"

"No, I don't negotiate with the FBI. Either you go find the Justice League, or call someone I'm familiar with!"

Shiler sighed helplessly, let go of his hand, and the coffin lid slammed shut with a bang. Deathstroke walked up and picked up his sword, saying: "Should I just split it open?"

Shiler walked further away, and Deathstroke hesitated a bit. He looked at Shiler and said: "Which generation of pharaoh is inside?"

"The Soviet generation."

"What?"

"I don't think you can beat him." Shiler said.

"But we've walked here," Deathstroke gestured, "there should be a monster inside for us to fight, right?"

"Originally it should be like this."

"Then what about now?"

"The problem now is that he thinks we skipped the plot." Shiler tried to explain to Deathstroke, "That big pile of messy levels outside is not all of it. The correct clearance process is to pull the Justice League here to fight him, and then you can proceed to the next step."

"Why does he want to fight the Justice League?"

"Don't know."

"Because if you don't let them see your power, they won't take you seriously at all." The coffin opened a crack again, and a voice came from inside.

"How do you know?" Deathstroke turned his head to look at the coffin, "We haven't fought the Justice League either, he gave us a high price."

"Heh, wait until Batman sends you to do this and that, while making tens of thousands of plans to guard against you, then you won't think so." The voice came from the coffin again.

Deathstroke couldn't refute it either, because Batman wasn't here now. However, he thought about it and felt that if Batman came back, this job might really not be that simple. First of all, gaining his trust was a difficult matter, and the other party would install a bug on every dent on his great sword.

"So you mean, originally the Justice League should have come here, but they found it troublesome and outsourced this job to us. As a result, after we broke in here, he refused to fight us and must have the Justice League come?" Deathstroke summarized.

Shiler nodded. Deathstroke also sighed and said: "Do we have to go back and find the Justice League? Then wasn't this job fought in vain?"

"No need." Shiler shook his head and said, "Wait for me."

Deathstroke stepped back a little, because he could see that Shiler might be changing people. Soon, Shiler smiled at him, walked over, and knocked on the coffin lid lightly.

"Come out, otherwise I'll go find Lucifer."

With a click, the coffin lid opened. A long sigh came from inside. The light flickering inside the coffin was not the power of the seven lights, but more like a fusion of some other power, and the flowing light emitted was like the Milky Way. A tall figure floated into mid-air.

Deathstroke looked up and saw those eyes emitting faint light. He directly pulled out his great sword, but heard Shiler say: "Wait."

After the light disappeared, a man's outline was gradually revealed. From his face, he was a typical Slavic man, with high brow ridges, deep eyes, and a soldier-like tough line on his chin; it was the kind of appearance that wouldn't be out of place in a Soviet recruitment advertisement. The blue eyes still emitted faint light, but added a bit of evil to that solemn face.

"Long time no see, Anatoli." Shiler said in Russian, "How have you been lately?"

"You cannot go find Lucifer." Anatoli also responded in Russian.

"You haven't seen each other for a long time, right?"

"For me, it counts." Anatoli looked at Shiler and said, "But for a long-lived species like him, we've only been in a cold war for two and a half days. If I go find him now, it means I've lost. This is absolutely impossible."

"Also," Anatoli paused, "what the hell is the FBI? I remember I warned you not to mess around in the United States, right?"

Shiler showed a very bright smile: "I'm sorry for inducing your CIA allergy, but joining a law enforcement organization, how can it be considered messing around?"

If Anatoli didn't agree, he didn't show it. He just sighed and said: "Don't let him be with me. That guy is too stubborn, at least with five0 percent of your childhood skill."

"Then he is clearly not persistent enough." Shiler smiled and lowered his eyes, saying, "He is exactly the kind of normal person you want most."

"Come on, FBI? At least a normal person wouldn't wrestle with me for half an hour over a coffin lid!"

"Didn't you not let go either?" Shiler pointed out accurately, "This shows that you two are stubborn together, and you will get along very well."

"With a blue-skinned dog? Never."

"I didn't expect you to have such prejudice against him."

"I have prejudice against American police." Anatoli spread his hands and said, "It's hard for you to see such pure capitalist running dogs in human history; they are simply a group of thugs with legal guns."

"Ah, so that's what you mind." Shiler still said with a smile, "Do you know how to become an ace agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation?"

"Kill enough people?"

"That counts, but they are all their own people."

Anatoli narrowed his eyes: "What have you been doing over there?"

Shiler stopped talking. When he looked up again, he looked at Anatoli with some surprise and said: "You came out?"

Anatoli just wanted to say something, and Shiler said: "Alright, now let's talk about the next plan. The Justice League is looking for you, probably wanting you to help find Batman's tracks in the multiverse. No matter what they say, you just agree first, and then we will go find Batman."

"No." Anatoli said, "Compared to Batman, I am more concerned about you now. How did you become an agent?"

"Specially recruited."

"Of course. You wouldn't enter the agent academy and then take an exam to get in. I'm asking why they specially recruited you."

"Probably they took a fancy to my talent."

"They actually recruit people with real talent, unheard of."

"They need someone to do dirty work."

"I get it, you have a handle in their hands."

"A small mistake."

"This is not quite right." Anatoli raised his eyebrows, "Who caused the trouble?"

"Greed, I suppose."

"So you were created by him to take the blame."

"No." Shiler said, "Do you really want me to use my talent to add bricks and tiles to the American police system?"

"Oh, then you were created by him to make trouble." Anatoli narrowed his eyes, "You are an ace agent."

"Yes, but as you said, to become an ace agent in the Federal Bureau of Investigation, it doesn't depend on merit. As long as you kill all your opponents, you are naturally the only choice."

"It seems you haven't killed fewer of your own people." Anatoli said, "And then?"