amaotonovel Chapter 2669 Hollywood Rhapsody (27)
Chapter 2669 Hollywood Rhapsody (27)
Chapter 2669 Hollywood Rhapsody (Twenty-Seven)
In a flash, a black shadow rushed into the bushes. Schiller pulled Strange back into the back door, crossed the chaos, came to the other end of the bar, and rushed out from the door where the black shadow came from.
"Did you drive?" Schiller asked.
Strange ran staggeringly and panting heavily. He shook his head and said, "No, I came here by bus."
"Great, me too, let's find a car."
Schiller looked around and found a car on the side of the road, a pretty good car. He turned around, picked up a chair from the chaotic bar, ran to the car, slammed the window twice, opened the door and got in.
"You don't have keys," Strange said after getting into the car. "I don't know how to short-circuit the ignition!"
Schiller suddenly took out a key from his pocket. Strange, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned to look at him. In an instant, the car was started. Schiller stepped on the accelerator and the car sped away.
"You planned this all along!" Strange said through gritted teeth.
"Yes, this is Alex's car. Why do you think he suddenly bothered me?"
"Planned so early?!"
Schiller smiled and moved his eyes to the rearview mirror. As expected, two cars, one black and one gray, were wobbling and catching up with him.
Strange twisted his neck hard to look back, glared at Schiller and said, "What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into? I saw a man with a rifle in his hand!"
"I've already told you, I killed someone, the leader of their area, who happened to be in charge of an important project recently."
"Why did you kill him?!"
"Do you believe me when I say I will rid the people of harm?"
"Then he must have killed you!"
"Don't worry." Schiller said slowly, "There will be such a day in the future, but you will be the one driving, so remember to drive faster when the time comes." He moved his eyes to Strange's hand and said, "For your career."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Strange kept turning his head to look back. The car was driving faster and faster. His body was pressed tightly against the back of the seat and he began to twitch nervously.
"There are obviously more of them. What are you going to do?"
"Don't worry, I told you." Schiller smiled and said, "Someone will come and solve the problem for us."
Schiller stepped on the accelerator deeper and held the steering wheel steadily. The roar on the street and the thunder in the sky merged into violent rock and roll drumbeats. The car shot out like an arrow, merging with the flash of lightning.
Suddenly, a deeper and more violent tremor came from above his head. Strange looked up, ignoring the cold raindrops hitting his face. The shape of another huge monster was reflected between the water droplets on his eyelashes.
"Helicopter, an FBI helicopter!" Strange didn't care about anything else and stuck his head out of the car window, staring at the helicopter's flight path. Sure enough, there were more cars surrounding it from below, all with the same paint job.
Strange turned back, looked at Schiller and said, "How big a trouble have you gotten yourself into? There are at least hundreds of agents here!"
"Instead of thinking about this, think about your career." Schiller said, holding the steering wheel with one hand and a cigarette with the other: "So many people saw me attack Alex, I definitely can't read here anymore, what about you?"
Strange clenched his fists and yelled at Schiller, "What does all this have to do with me?!"
"Why did you chase me out?"
Strange was silent. He looked out the window from time to time and said, "The agents are here. Why don't you stop the car?"
"How do you know the person sitting inside is an agent?"
"That's from the FBI..."
"The helicopter and the car may indeed be the property of the FBI, but the people may not be." Schiller changed his mind again and said, "Why do you think the first group of people dared to chase me so blatantly?"
Strange thought of the worst possible scenario, but he couldn't help but stare at Schiller and said, "If you knew, why did you bother them?"
Schiller shook the hand holding the cigarette. It was as pale and thin as a ghost's claw, with smoke lingering around it, like some kind of magic that made people unable to take their eyes off it.
"I have a gun and there's a man in front of me."
"so what?"
“I shot.”
"What's the reason?"
"The reason is that I have a gun in front of me and a person in front of me, and I have this power." Schiller grinned, and his fingers suddenly tightened.
boom! ! ! !
The tire burst and the car flew sideways. Strange didn't have time to grab anything and was hit on the head and bleeding as the car swayed.
The car slowly stopped.
Blood also flowed down Schiller's cheeks until it covered his entire face, making it look like a bright red ghost mask. His hair was loose and the blood stuck the hair to his face. He looked extremely disheveled, as evil as a devil, and also as beautiful as a demon.
"Why did you chase him out?" Schiller asked.
Strange hung his head, dizzy with pain, but he gripped the side of the seat and said, "Do you see hope?"
"I'm not a kidnapper." Schiller opened the car door and said, but then he looked back into Strange's eyes and said to him very seriously, "But there is one person I am."
"There's a you?"
"Yes, there are many of me in this body. What you see now is just one of them. You don't need to understand what's going on. You just need to remember to be a hostage and train a kidnapper."
Strange shook his head in confusion, and the moment he raised his eyes, he was dazzled by the light of the flashlights called back by the agents.
In the dazzling light, he saw a figure raising his hands. Countless agents surrounded him, and the arms with guns gathered together like layers of unfolding petals.
The field of vision began to become pitch black from the periphery, and the darkness gradually began to spread to the center of the field of vision, and the point in the center was still bright.
Strange focused his eyes, looked down, and saw the cane against his Adam's apple. He looked up and saw the familiar yet unfamiliar face.
"Listen, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. One of my friends was seriously injured and is now being treated in the Presbyterian Hospital..."
Strange took two steps back and raised his head slightly. The cane had already touched his Adam's apple, and fragments of past memories flooded into his mind.
"If I'm in trouble someday, you have to do me a favor..."
This is not the point. The point is the second half of the sentence, especially "Maybe you will get enough reward from it."
Under Schiller's threat, Strange got into the car and saw his own sneering expression in the rearview mirror the moment he closed the door.
Strange, who was meditating in the Zen room of Kamar-Taj, suddenly felt something unusual about the Eye of Agamotto. He looked back and saw the artifact floating in the air. He saw an abnormal point in the chaotic timeline displayed in it, so he took two steps forward and took the gem into his palm.
The phone suddenly rang. Strange stared at the spot, picked up the phone and said, "Hello, what's going on?"
"Yes, I'm leaving soon. I won't be the first one to arrive in Los Angeles, but I won't be the last one. Although seeing Stark's face earlier won't be anything to be happy about, I just want to see Wanda and her children."
"Of course, I know..."
Strange saw that the anomaly point jumped repeatedly in the near future, and the figure that appeared in the picture seemed familiar.
Suddenly, this anomaly jumped to a very distant past, at least 20 years ago.
After hanging up the phone, Strange stared at the Eye of Agamotto. He seemed to understand something and couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart.
All the images before my eyes quickly receded until they froze.
With a swish, the sharp blade passed ten centimeters below Strange's right elbow. There was no blood, no limbs, no pain or screams - at that moment, Strange saw Schiller's shocked face, but he did not tell anyone that it was Schiller's voice that was echoing in his mind at that time.
"...I felt ashamed that I couldn't do it, and because of this shame I often felt endless depression, even full of self-destructive tendencies, which made them save me more, because of my initial return, they would only expect more returns that would never come."
"I'm not a kidnapper, but there is one thing I am..."
"…Become a hostage and train a kidnapper."
Strange, standing in front of the door of the banquet hall, shielded the bright sunlight in front of him with his hands. Looking at the figure walking towards him, he couldn't help but wonder if the facts were as he imagined.
Seeing Strange standing at the door waiting, Schiller was confused for a moment, but he quickly walked up to him, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, turned around and asked, "Why don't you go in?"
"Nothing, I just don't want to see Stark's face too early."
Schiller sighed helplessly. Thinking of what Stark would say about the Hand of God, he felt a deep headache. Although the previous identity and background issues had been resolved, the difficult problem of the two turkeys confronting each other still lay before him.
"Let's go in." Schiller led the way forward. Strange stood there, so Schiller had to stop and look back at him, asking, "What's wrong? What are you doing here?"
Strange paused, but still walked towards Schiller and said, "Do you remember the first time we met?"
Schiller's expression froze for a moment, and then he said, "It was so long ago. You don't still hate me for threatening you with a cane, do you?"
Strange raised his eyebrows, his eyes swept across Schiller's face, and after showing a smile, he said, "I also know that you were in a hurry at that time. How was my driving that day?"
"Not bad, at least it's fast." Schiller looked back at him and said, "Do you want me to give you a certificate?"
"That's not necessary." Strange restrained his smile and stared at Schiller's back, wondering what he was thinking.
In the tower of thinking, a hand suddenly appeared above the layers of files in the memory bank. One of the folders was taken out and looked through, but there were only a few words.
Another figure in a black suit stood behind him and asked, "So you really deleted all the parts about Strange? Only the chase scene with the agent was left?"
The superego looks back and says, “Treat others as they have been treated.”
Arrogant smiled and said, "'Become a hostage, train a kidnapper', Strange did a good job."
I didn't expect it. It's my own fault.