Chapter 658: Raging Waves of the Red Sea (Part 8)

Oliver's expression finally changed. He slowly widened his eyes, looking at Schiller with a shocked expression. Schiller exhaled, smiled at him, and said: "Feel very surprised? I don't look like it, right?"

"But... aren't you... aren't you German-descended?" Oliver held it in for a long time, and finally only squeezed out this sentence. Suddenly, he froze again. He looked at Schiller and asked: "You weren't born in Berlin, were you? East Berlin??? Or the place in West Berlin close to the east side???"

"You are very smart, Oliver, but actually it has nothing to do with it. My experience should be very similar to yours. You should have also come into contact with Marxism during college, right?"

"I'm not... I..." Oliver tilted his head and said: "I just read some works, the most well-known ones, and it's been a long time..."

"Then have you forgotten?"

Oliver pursed his lips and didn't speak. After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and said: "You should know that as long as you have deeply read those theories, you will never forget them."

Schiller smiled again and said: "I certainly know, so I dared to tell you. But even if you aren't a Marxist, the state you show when facing these things is completely unlike a descendant of a capitalist. You should have naturally enjoyed all this."

"There is no 'should have'!" Oliver was a bit angry. He felt he had been humiliated. He said: "I can't decide where I was born! If I could, I would rather be born in a slum than use that money stained with blood!"

Schiller showed an expression as expected. The reason he dared to say this to Oliver was because he knew that in the comics, Green Arrow was a left-wing hero. He was an officially recognized Marxist and would even give other heroes the book "Das Kapital" during holidays.

Moreover, his comic series of bitter travels with Green Lantern Hal was the most famous and far-reaching left-wing comic in history. Although many problems explored in it didn't touch the source and appeared relatively conservative, it was still a representative comic that cared about and empathized with the bottom-level people. Before this, no comic had ever discussed such realistic problems.

Green Arrow Oliver in the comics witnessed many massacres of bottom-level people after returning from island survival, and then determined to become a hero. Although the comics didn't have specific descriptions of this transformation, the ideological pillar couldn't be built in a day or two.

Therefore, Schiller speculated that Green Arrow Oliver couldn't have come into contact with Marxism only after returning from the deserted island. He should have read relevant works before. At least, his ideology was left-leaning.

Although it sounds like a magical thing that a descendant of a big capitalist is a Marxist, in this era, it is also quite normal. Regardless of whether it is the old aristocratic class or the petty bourgeoisie, there have never been few people who bring their own dry food. Philby is the best example.

However, obviously, Oliver is still in a confused stage. The Marxist works he has read can answer theoretical questions for him, but they cannot provide him with more favorable ideological weapons. He is still in the stage of thinking out of thin air, so the more he thinks, the more confused he becomes.

"I know you have absorbed a lot of knowledge from those works. Those theories will answer many questions for you, but the problems in this world are always more than the answers. For example, how exactly did Mexico develop into this? And how to solve this situation?"

"Perhaps, you have already thought of some methods, but you are not sure whether they are too violent, whether they are feasible, or if they are, how to really implement them?"

Oliver stared at Schiller's eyes. He felt his inner voice echoing continuously. He pursed his lips, but didn't speak, while Schiller said:

"You feel very self-blaming for this, feeling that you have extracted wealth from the suffering and death of others. But guilt as an emotion cannot drive you to walk on that path. If you cannot really hold a certain determination, then no matter how self-blaming you are, it has no meaning."

Oliver rubbed his palms. After a long time, he asked: "What do you think I should do? Should I read those books again? Can I find the answer in them?"

"That depends on whether you are willing to pay the price."

Oliver looked up and stared straight at Schiller. He heard some other meanings from Schiller's tone. Oliver understood this kind of hint, so he began to feel his throat dry.

He took a deep breath, poured a large glass of water for himself with trembling arms, then drank it in one breath, smashed the cup hard on the coffee table, and the muscles on his face trembled somewhat.

"Are you trying to... let me join? I feel, I..." Oliver began to swallow saliva frantically. He knew he was making a dangerous decision. This might be the last step toward the abyss, but it might also be the last second to welcome the dawn. He only felt now that he knew nothing, and he didn't want to know anything.

"No, I'm just introducing you to a discipline, a theory, a method. I won't ask you to do anything. You can totally pretend that today's conversation never happened."

Judging from Oliver's eyes, Schiller knew he must have misunderstood something. Schiller indeed wanted to stir up trouble, but he wasn't trying to develop Oliver into a subordinate. After all, he wasn't even KGB anymore.

As for the identity of an intelligence officer of the 16th Bureau of the Soviet State Security Committee, it was just something Schiller made up casually. He didn't even know which bureau he was in, just picked a pleasant-sounding number and said it casually. After all, he didn't know which bureau the original Schiller joined.

"I just want to undo these tragedies and let everyone who feels painful because of this be liberated." Oliver extended his hands and said: "I know I should be like Hal, saving one person counts as one. But perhaps it's my overestimation of my own capabilities. Whenever I think that I have no way to save everyone, I will feel sad and powerless because of this."

"I have been seeking a way to completely solve all these problems. I know Arthur and Hal feel I am daydreaming, but I can't help thinking about it, can't help wanting to find an answer."

"When I was in college, I had this idea. My classmates felt I was a freak, and precisely because of this, I came into contact with Marxism, hoping it could give me an answer. At that time, I indeed got the answer. I felt I found the unique solution..."

"However, as more and more things happened, especially the tragedies I saw in Mexico, I began to doubt this answer, because I couldn't see the possibility of solving this kind of tragedy in these theories. I want to find an answer again, but I don't know where to find it..."

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"Have you ever thought that it might indeed be the answer, but only half of the answer." Schiller looked into Oliver's eyes, Oliver also looked at him. Schiller didn't say anything more, just pushed the few books in front of him forward, and then said:

"I think if you look at what answers people who have truly practiced this theory have summarized, perhaps there will be no small inspiration."

Oliver swallowed saliva, looked at those books, his fingertips trembling somewhat. He was worried that it wasn't the correct answer, but at the same time, he was also worried that it was the correct answer.

Because he knew that if he really found the complete answer, he might spend his whole life for his excessive morality and conscience, devoting himself to a cause that could not be completed by one person's strength. This made him feel both incomparably excited and a bit fearful.

When he opened the first page of the first book, when he saw the first sentence, he knew that when he was falling into the endless dark abyss, he saw the first ray of dawn light.

"The most important distinction among social groups lies in the class determined by the economic base. The contradiction between the bourgeoisie and the working class is always antagonistic and irreconcilable."

Looking further down, Oliver felt his heart beating fast. That line wrote:

"The working class wants to overthrow the bourgeois regime, and violence is the only means."

On the other side, Kayla and Lira had already found the person currently in charge of Queen Industries, a Queen Industries shareholder named Williams, who was responsible for Queen Industries' shipping industry.

When the CIA and the DEA came to the door together, Williams didn't resist and told the whole situation.

The reason was that during the drug war in 1984, Congress spent a lot of money. No matter what group shareholder you are, as long as you touch this kind of business, there are ways to make you disappear without a trace.

Although it was already the end of the Cold War, the lighthouse was still relatively bright at this time. Although not as good as a few years ago, it was still much better than later. The decision-making to execution was relatively in place, so that drug war left a deep impression on certain people in these coastal cities who had fluke mentality, and Williams was no exception.

"My brother died in a shipwreck, but I know it wasn't a shipwreck. I know it was you who took action, US DEA... just because he wanted to fully cooperate with Guadalajara, so you made him disappear..." Williams said somewhat tremblingly.

"But you have to know, too many people benefited from it. I couldn't help it. If I were to ban all this kind of business, I would be killed the next day. They would change to someone easier to use. I could only do this..." Williams said with a crying voice.

"Who are they?"

"Too many people, I can't..."

"Say their names one by one." Lira took out a tape recorder and said: "We will protect the tainted witness, provided that you provide enough information."

Williams sniffed. His fat body kept trembling, looking a bit ridiculous. He hesitated for a long time, but finally said: "You have to promise to protect me and my family, and my children. My child was born not long ago..."

"Precisely because of this, we came to find you." Kayla tapped the table and said: "You are different from that group of desperadoes who can do anything for money, Williams. We all know, so you have a chance."

Williams swallowed saliva and said: "Alright, Old Tot counts as one. He forced me the tightest... Paul, and Paul, that Italian, it was he who opened the relationship with customs..."

Williams said several more names. Kayla and Lira looked at each other. Lira asked: "What about the Queen family?"

"Them?" Williams hesitated, and then said: "Old Queen and his wife are already dead. The little Queen who took over the Queen family is incompetent and messed up the business. I'm not making excuses for him, but judging by his business level, I'm afraid he can't figure out this kind of business."

"As far as I know, Old Tot seemed to be because he didn't want little Queen to intervene in this kind of business, fearing he would block them from making money, so he arranged a shipwreck, wanting to bury him at sea."

"But I didn't expect little Queen to survive a disaster. I heard he is coming back. I guess they must be thinking of ways to kill him again..."

Seeing Lira and Kayla staring at him together, Williams wiped the sweat on his forehead. He tried hard to think, and then suddenly screamed and said: "Oh! Right! Although he doesn't sell drugs, but... but he has other problems..."

Williams wiped his sweat again and said tremblingly: "My subordinates heard Old Tot say outside the cabin that he has a handle on little Queen..."

"What handle?" Lira asked.

Williams looked at Kayla and said: "This matter might be under the jurisdiction of the CIA, that is..."

"Oliver Queen... he is a communist." ===== CHAPTER 659 =====