Chapter 959: Shiler's

Continuing forward along the passage, the female agent Laurena looked back at Shiler and asked, "Why did you burn those things?"

Shiler narrowed his eyes in pain and said, "Do you know why rats fly in the sky?"

Laurena was stunned for a moment and subconsciously asked, "Why?"

"Because that's not a rat, it's a bat."

Laurena shook her head slightly, feeling that Shiler was indeed already talking nonsense. She glanced at the route map in her hand, pointed to an intersection, and said, "Turn this way, there's another stronghold nearby..."

After saying that, she walked at the very front, leading the team forward, while Shiler was supported by an agent, walking in the center of the team. At the very back were Scott and another agent who kept their eyes fixed on him.

"Who is chasing us?" Scott asked while walking forward. Shiler shook his head and said, "I told you, it's a bat."

"I hope you still have the energy to come up with such riddles during interrogation," Scott said coldly. But Shiler revealed a slightly desperate expression. On the way to the next stronghold, he didn't speak again.

Arriving at the room of the next stronghold, he calmed down a little and saw the situation in this room clearly.

Rather than a room, it was more like a slightly processed cave. It seemed to be located under the Cat Getan sewer. Someone had set up a generator and lighting system here, and there was also a small table and a few chairs.

Shiler had only seen such rooms in very old movies from a long time ago. Had the FBI walked the wrong path for decades and finally remembered to engage in tunnel warfare?

But after observing a bit more, he found that it was unlikely to have been created by the FBI. First, building such a large underground space under the groundwater layer required unimaginable manpower and material resources. Perhaps Batman would have this level of engineering, but that would also require a long time.

Secondly, even if it could be built, it would be impossible not to see any supporting structure. At the same time, without any waterproofing treatment, the space was very dry, and even the walls didn't have any water stains. This was completely abnormal.

And just at this moment, Shiler asked, "Hasn't my medication arrived yet?"

Laurena, who had just put down the communicator, said, "There's a situation. The agent on the road was intercepted. I'm afraid there's no way to send the medication over for a while."

Shiler frowned and panted, saying, "Truth serum..."

"What did you say?!" Laurena didn't hear the word he said clearly, so she leaned in a little closer. Shiler repeated it again: "Truth serum... it's sodium thiopental. You should have a lot of it, right? Give me two shots, hurry..."

Laurena widened her eyes, raised her voice, and said, "What did you say?! Inject you with truth serum?! Are... are you crazy?! Out of your mind?!"

"Sodium thiopental acts on GABAergic neurons, can prolong the opening time of chloride channels, inhibit neuronal excitability, belongs to a type of sedative medication, can take effect in a very short time, and is used for acute nervous agitation. If you have it, you'd better give me two shots quickly..."

Laurena was stunned in place, but Scott walked up and said coldly, "Go get the medication and inject him."

Soon, the agent brought a dose of medication, but Shiler narrowed his eyes and said, "The dosage isn't enough. At least double the dosage is needed."

Seeing his tensed muscular arms and constantly trembling fingertips, Scott said again, "Inject him."

After the sufficient amount of medication was injected, Shiler kept his eyes closed, head lowered, and didn't move at all, looking as if he felt sleepy because of the sedative. But suddenly, he was startled awake, looked up, and shouted, "Blow up the previous intersection... hurry, blow up the intersection we came from!"

Scott and the female agent Laurena were both startled by him. The agent beside them said, "The medication should have taken effect. Blood pressure and heart rate are recovering to normal, and the agitation symptoms are gradually disappearing..."

"What is he saying?" Laurena approached Shiler. She saw Shiler lower his head again, just constantly muttering, "Hurry, blow up the intersection we came from..."

"Blow it up? Why blow it up?" Laurena said, a bit puzzled. But Scott walked up and said coldly, "Laurena, don't you remember our previous code of conduct? Regardless of what actions the escorted personnel take, don't pay attention to them. That's just their trick to try to escape trial."

The agent took out a rope and tied Shiler's hands to the armrests of the chair. That Scott stood in front of Shiler, looking down at him from above, and said, "We need to get some intelligence from you to verify the authenticity of your identity. The more you say, the greater the possibility of arriving safely in Washington."

Scott leaned down and said, "Professor Rodriguez, you are a world-famous psychologist. You should have some understanding of your own mental and psychological state. I don't want to waste both of our time anymore. After all, if you keep dragging it out with us, the one who won't be able to hold on first will also be you."

Shiler leaned against the back of the chair, appearing a bit disheveled. This escape along the way had made his complexion even worse.

His suit jacket was a bit messy, and the hair on his forehead had become wet due to the rain, hanging in strands on his forehead. His glasses were full of fog, and the pupils under the glasses were also a bit unfocused.

The female agent Laurena standing to the side said with some hesitation, "Could it be a bit of an overdose? What if he tells our superiors that we conducted an unauthorized drug interrogation..."

"I won't say it." Shiler still kept his head lowered, speaking slowly in a hoarse voice: "You are much more professional than the vast majority of my students and friends. At least, you were still able to get sedative medication and inject it into me in a relatively standardized way. You saved my life, thank you."

"Then as a reward, shouldn't you give us the intelligence that can prove your identity?" Scott said again.

"As a reward." Shiler said while exhaling, then continued, "I advise you to blow up the intersection we came from right now. It will be too late if you wait."

"I know what you're doing." Scott stood up straight, looked at the ceiling, and said, "You are directing us to do some meaningless things to gain the initiative in the conversation. We've seen this trick too many times. Let's not waste each other's..."

"Boom boom boom boom boom!

!"

Another series of earthquake-like loud noises came. Everyone was a bit unsteady on their feet. The ceiling of the originally stable room began to drop debris. The agents could only support themselves against the wall to stabilize their figures. Shiler roared with all the strength he had just recovered, "Blow up the passage!

Leave this place!

!"

Laurena quickly untied Shiler's hands and supported him as they walked toward the back door. Scott looked at the passage outside the room and gritted his teeth, saying, "Damn it! Who exactly is chasing us?!"

"You two, go see if the explosives piled at the end of Passage 3 are still there? Bring them over, place them at the intersection, and blow up the passage they're coming through!" Scott decided decisively.

Laurena supported Shiler and walked into the passage again. She had to ask, "You know who is chasing us, right?"

"I told you long ago, it's a bat." Shiler swallowed his saliva. Although the sedative medication had relieved his nervous agitation, it also made him a bit sleepy. If it weren't for the Gray Mist constantly decomposing the drug's effects, he might have already fallen asleep.

However, the Gray Mist couldn't decompose too much; otherwise, the sedative medication wouldn't be able to suppress the stress response. If the symptoms of broccoli allergy appeared again in a moment, Shiler's blood pressure would rise again.

Shiler sighed and said, "Before you came to Cat Getan, didn't you investigate Batman? Or rather, you didn't even know about Batman, yet you dared to come to Cat Getan?"

Hearing the name Batman, Laurena frowned and said, "Of course I know Batman. I heard long ago that there is a vigilante dressed as a bat inside Cat Getan... Wait a minute, the weirdo in a tight suit who just appeared in the manor, that's Batman?"

Laurena narrowed her eyes and said, "He doesn't look quite the same as the back view captured in the newspaper..."

Shiler sighed again and said, "The FBI actually has to rely on newspapers to obtain information about the other party..."

"Because he is just an insignificant vigilante. His behavior hasn't violated federal law, nor has it harmed this city. We won't investigate the identity and actions of citizens at will. This is an infringement of privacy rights." Laurena's answer was watertight, not giving the other party any flaws at all.

"Be thankful for your standardization and caution. Now, you are about to face Batman's pursuit." After Shiler finished speaking, he stopped. He leaned against the edge of the passage and panted heavily. Laurena said anxiously, "You know we are being hunted, yet you don't run faster?!"

"Believe me, I'm more anxious than you." Shiler was a bit out of breath and said, "But you have to understand, a few minutes ago, I was injected with twice the normal dose of sedative medication. My current blood pressure simply doesn't support me in doing such strenuous exercise..."

And just seconds after they stopped, Scott caught up. He glanced at Shiler and then said, "The only intersection leading here has been blown up by me. Even if he wants to clear the debris, it will take at least a few hours..."

Shiler said while panting, "Have you considered that he doesn't need to clear the debris..."

"Boom!

!

!

!"

Another sound of an explosion came. Laurena gritted her teeth and said, "Is he crazy? Isn't he afraid that the underground structure will collapse entirely?!"

"I'm afraid he understands the overall structure of the underground better than you do. Oh, no, I'm afraid anyone understands the overall structure of the underground better than you do."

Shiler's pronunciation was already unclear, but he still didn't give up his language style of equally breaking everyone's defenses, seizing every opportunity to mock these agents.

"Professor, you'd better tell us, what exactly is the background of the person chasing us? Don't forget, although we have the mission to escort you to Washington, judging from the current situation, you are also our hostage."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Shiler shook his head and said, "The strategic decision you made while I wasn't clear-headed has made us all hostages now. That guy chasing you can destroy the underground supporting structure at any time, burying us all here."

"You should be thankful that the one chasing you isn't the KGB; otherwise, that group of lunatics would have definitely detonated a big bomb long ago."

As soon as he finished speaking, the complexions of several agents turned a bit pale because Shiler was right. Now everyone was a turtle in a jar. As long as the other party wasn't afraid of death, they could drag everyone down with them.

Shiler slowly straightened up, took a step forward, and then said, "We must return to the upper-level sewer. Although the dense ice there is an obstacle, it is also a natural barrier. Ordinary bombs have no effect on it..."

"Only by finding gaps in the upper-level sewer to move forward can we shake off the other party's pursuit tactics that don't take any detours."

Scott and Laurena looked at each other, not knowing whether they should trust Shiler's words. After all, the education they received was to always be vigilant and never fall into the other party's trap.

In their careers, they had seen all kinds of cunning prisoners who wanted to escape during the escort process. The tactics they used were varied, some even far exceeding the imagination of ordinary people.

As experienced agents, they had summarized the best defense method from this, which was to not listen, not look, and not feel. Regardless of what the other party used to lure them, they would not be moved and would only proceed according to their own strategy and route.

This was indeed a good method, at least it worked very well against those glib-tongued intellectual criminals. And judging from his appearance and resume, Shiler was obviously this type of person. And at this moment, these agents didn't trust him at all.

Two agents walked up from the rear, grabbed Shiler, and after controlling him again, Scott waved his hand, walked to the front of the team, and said, "We are transferring to the southern passage. There is a larger stronghold there."

"There are quite a few defensive fortifications and weapons in that stronghold. If the other party still wants to chase..." Scott snorted coldly and said, "We will let him know how powerful we are."

And Shiler, walking behind him, heard these words and revealed a triumphant smile. ===== CHAPTER 960 =====