In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 500: Tonight the moon is like blood (Part 2)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The dim light fell on the smooth tiled floor, blurring the warm shadow like the setting sun. When a leather shoe stepped on such a shadow, the black shadow cut through the halo of the setting sun, just like cutting down the sun.

Stop, turn around, and stand on the same spot, through the legs in suit pants, you can see the glass cabinet of the museum, where there are some slightly broken papers filled with densely packed ancient Egyptian characters .

At this time, heavy footsteps came from the side, and Mark hurried over with a box. The figure standing in front of the glass showcase was still looking down at the exhibits in the showcase with his head down.

Mark said helplessly: "Why are you still here? The things have been taken, let's go."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at the box in his hand, which contained a beetle model that looked like a gift. From the outside, it was no different from the souvenirs sold in museums.

Mark looked at Schiller, who was watching the exhibition without saying a word, and said: "Are you really the KGB? Can you be more professional? We are performing tasks, and now is the time to see the exhibition?"

Schiller turned his head, and in an instant, his eyes lit up with white light, as if a cluster of white flames were ignited in the eyes, Mark took a step back instinctively, and suddenly reacted, he said: "No Is it the power of the moon god? I have it too, stop playing, let's get out of here!"

Mark turned and left, Schiller didn't say anything, but followed behind him.

As soon as they left the museum, they saw a car coming from the darkness. Standing in the light in front of the museum, Mark made a cautious gesture. He touched the gun on his waist and sensed the moonlight After confirming that it was correct, he walked down the steps.

The car stopped in front of the museum, and a long-haired man with a cane came out. Seeing two people in front of the museum, the man seemed very surprised, but he immediately said: "You saw the deputy Is the curator Pietro already? He invited me to see the collection to be auctioned..."

Marklick narrowed his eyes and said, "You're lying, the moment you saw us, you straightened your back, tensed your arms, you were on guard, and you hesitated before saying that name." Seconds, I should be making up a pseudonym..."

"Who are you? Why are you like a surprised security guard?" The long-haired man was unmoved. He said, "My name is Arthur Harrow. I have an agreement with the deputy curator Pietro that this museum has a collection to be auctioned, and I need to come and have a look at the collection in advance before I can decide whether I want to buy it or not..."

"You don't need to explain so much to us." Mark didn't relax his vigilance at all, he said: "You are justifying your behavior, but it is also a manifestation of your guilty conscience..."

Seeing Mark drawing his gun, Arthur raised his hands and said helplessly, "Well, if you don't believe me, let's go to the deputy curator together, shall we?"

Mark picked up the pistol and loaded it, but he didn't point at Arthur, he just held the gun in his hand, he looked at Arthur and asked, "Where are you from?"

"The neighborhood next door, I rented an apartment there." Arthur looked at Mark, and then said: "You are an American, is this your first visit to Austria? This museum is indeed worth seeing, it is a rare preservation The Austrian museum with collections of ancient Egyptian civilization..."

Arthur and Mark were talking about it, and Schiller was standing in the light from the museum gate. He was behind the light, and no one could see his expression clearly. He glanced at it, as if he was wary of Mark's accomplices.

Mark, who found that things were not progressing, inadvertently revealed the box that he had put in the inner pocket of his clothes. The box that kept the beetle was the kind of outer packaging that is common for museum souvenirs. There is a rhombus on the front cover The opening allows people to see what's inside.

The moment he saw the beetle again, Arthur took two steps back. Just as he was about to raise his cane, Schiller finally came down from the steps. He touched Mark's arm and asked him to hold it The box was retracted, and then said to Arthur:

"Find a place and let's talk."

Mark's eyes widened slightly, and he turned to look at Schiller, but not because of what he said, but because of his voice.

Just now, Schiller's voice is completely different from that in the interrogation room before. His voice is very dry, and his swallowing is very serious. Mark didn't even know that human vocal cords can still be made like a cassette tape. The voice is as weird and awkward as a child who has just learned to speak.

Fortunately, Arthur understood Schiller's meaning. He looked around vigilantly. There were still many windows in the nearby buildings that were lit. It seemed that he was also afraid. He turned back and opened the car door. , Schiller got into the car and sat in the co-pilot.

Mark hesitated, squeezed the pistol in his hand, and then got into the car.

The atmosphere in the car was very silent, and Arthur felt that Schiller's attitude seemed to be shaken, so he said: "You two should both come from the United States, in fact, so do I, but I came earlier Some..."

"I didn't lie to you, the deputy curator here holds a collection that I am more interested in. He showed this collection on the Internet before, which aroused my interest, so I came here to trade with him .”

"But I didn't expect that he actually violated the agreement with me and sold this collection to you first..."

Arthur sighed, and then said: "I am committed to studying the civilization and culture of ancient Egypt. The collection in your hands is very important to me. I hope I can buy it. How much did you pay for it?" ? I can raise some prices appropriately..."

"Your lie is not convincing." Mark commented: "Contradictory and full of flaws. You said before that this is a collection that will be auctioned, but now you say that you and the deputy curator have a personal relationship. As agreed, you said that you are a general practitioner, and now you say that you have left your post and lived here for a long time..."

"Is this friend of yours always like this?" Arthur looked at Schiller, who was sitting in the co-pilot, while driving, and asked, "Is he a mental patient? The one suffering from persecution paranoia? "

As the car turned a few turns and gradually left the crowded street, the street was getting darker and the speed of the car was getting slower and slower. Mark had already raised his pistol and pressed it against Arthur's head.

At this time, Schiller opened the door and got out of the car, standing in front of the car, as if waiting for the two people in the car to get off.

When Mark saw this, he held the gun without moving his arm. After pushing the car door with the other hand and going down, he continued to point the gun at Arthur's head. Arthur pushed the car door and walked out. He was not pointed at by the gun Panicked, instead clutching his cane with one hand and the hood of the car with the other.

He turned his head, looked at the environment here, and faced Mark, with a strange light in his eyes, he said: "I see, you are a sinner full of chaos, and your sins are almost unforgivable. I can see that evil flame in your soul..."

Facing his words, Mark hesitated a little. He didn't know what was affecting his spirit, but the darkness in front of him began to flicker, and Kongsu's huge and terrifying figure loomed in the darkness , flashing continuously...

Suddenly, Arthur heard the sound of knocking on the hood. He turned his head and saw Schiller in a suit, holding an umbrella in his hand, tapping the hood of the car lightly.

The sound of metal being knocked makes people a little disturbed~IndoMTL.com~ Arthur turned his head, the light in his eyes lit up, and suddenly his figure froze.

Mark didn't know what Arthur saw on Schiller with that mysterious vision, but the moment Arthur turned his head to look directly at Schiller, the light in his eyes flickered twice, and then went out.

Arthur took two steps back, his face became pale, he pointed at Schiller with his cane and said, "You, you..."

He waved his cane, and the top of the cane measured a strange light, but at this moment, with a "bang", Schiller grabbed the umbrella with both hands, lifted it upwards, and knocked the cane out of Arthur's hand , Immediately afterwards, he jumped forward again, hitting Arthur in the chest, knocking him down to the ground.

Arthur was about to struggle to stand up when a leather shoe stepped on his chest. The umbrella turned around in Schiller's hand, turning the tip of the umbrella downwards. With a sharp knife, "噗嗤", the umbrella knife pierced Arthur's throat.

As soon as Schiller raised his hand, the moment the blood spattered, the umbrella opened with a "bang", and he didn't get a trace of blood on him.

When the blood splashed on Mark, he didn't even have time to hide. It all happened too fast, a series of precise, elegant, and fatal blows.

Mark was stunned in place. Suddenly, he saw that Schiller turned his head and looked at him, and his eyes lit up with white light.

Mark suddenly remembered that he was a CIA agent, and just a few hours ago, Schiller said he was a KGB.

Mark swallowed, took a step back, and said, "No, no, we are now a cooperative relationship..."

The last thing that appeared in his field of vision was the gradually enlarged handle of the umbrella.