Chapter 500 The Moonlight Tonight Is Like Blood (Part 2)

The dim yellow light fell on the smooth tile floor, blurring out 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 off the sun.

Stopping, turning around, and standing there, through his legs in suit pants, he could see the museum's glass cabinet, where there were some slightly torn papers filled with dense ancient Egyptian text.

At this time, heavy footsteps came from the side. Mark hurriedly walked over with a box. The figure standing in front of the glass showcase still lowered his head and looked at the exhibits in the showcase intently.

Mark said helplessly: "Why are you still here? We've got the things, let's go quickly."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at the box in his hand, which contained a gift-like beetle model. From the appearance, 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 on a mission, is it time to see the exhibition?"

Schiller turned his head. In an instant, his eyes lit up with white light, as if a cluster of white flames were ignited in his eyes. Mark instinctively took a step back and suddenly reacted. He said, "Isn't it the moon god?" Do you have the power? I have it, stop playing, let’s get out of here!”

Mark turned around and left, but Schiller didn't say anything, but followed 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 power of 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 walked out. Seeing two people in front of the museum, the man seemed very surprised, but he immediately said: "You have met the deputy director Peter. Did you accept it? He invited me to come and see the collection to be auctioned..."

Maklik narrowed his eyes and said: "You are lying. The moment you saw us, you straightened your back and straightened your arms. You were alert, and you hesitated for a second before saying that name. , I should be making up a fake name..."

"Who are you? Why are you like a surprised security guard?" The long-haired man was not moved at all. He said: "My name is Arthur Harrow. I am a general practitioner. The deputy director and I Chief Pietro has an agreement that this museum has a collection to be auctioned, and I need to come and take a look at the collection in advance to determine whether I want to buy it..."

"There is absolutely no need for you to explain so much to us." Mark did not relax his vigilance at all. He said: "You are justifying your behavior, but it is also a sign of your guilty conscience..."

Seeing Mark pulling out a gun, Arthur raised his hands and said helplessly: "Okay, if you don't believe it, let's go find the deputy director together, okay?"

Mark picked up the pistol and loaded it, but he did not point it at Arthur. He just held the gun in his hand. He looked at Arthur and asked: "Where are you from?"

"I rented an apartment in the neighborhood next door." Arthur looked at Mark and said, "Are you an American? Is this your first time in Austria? This museum is indeed worth a visit. It is a rare museum that preserves ancient Egypt. Austrian Museum of Civilization Collection…”

Arthur and Mark were chatting there, and Schiller was standing in the light from the museum door. With the light behind him, no one could see his expression clearly. Arthur at the bottom of the steps glanced at Schiller from time to time. Seems to be 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 beetles was a common outer packaging for museum souvenirs. There was a diamond-shaped opening on the front cover. It allows people to see what's inside.

The moment he saw the beetle again, Arthur took two steps back. Just when he was about to raise his cane, Schiller finally came down from the steps. He touched Mark's arm and asked him to take the box back. Go, and say 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 the content of what he said, but because of his voice.

Just now, Schiller's voice was completely different from when he spoke in the interrogation room before. His voice was very dry and his swallowing was very serious. Mark didn't even know that human vocal cords could produce such a sound like a tape jam. As weird and awkward as a child just learning to talk.

Fortunately, Arthur understood what Schiller meant. He looked around with some vigilance. There were many windows in the nearby buildings that were open. It seemed that he was also afraid. He turned back and opened the car door. Schiller He got into the car and sat in the passenger seat.

Mark hesitated for a moment, tightened 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 could be swayed, so he said: "Both of you are probably from the United States. In fact, so am I, but I came earlier... "

"I'm not lying to you. The deputy director 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 would actually violate his agreement with me and sell 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 to buy it. How much did you pay for it? I can raise the price appropriately..."

"Your lies are not convincing at all." Mark commented: "There are inconsistencies and loopholes. You said before that this is a collection to be auctioned, but now you say that you have a private appointment with the deputy director. You said you are a general practitioner, and now you say that you have left your post and lived here for a long time..."

"Is your friend always like this?" Arthur looked at Schiller sitting in the passenger seat while driving, and asked: "Is he a mental patient? The kind with persecution delusion?"

As the car turned a few corners and gradually left the populated streets, the streets became darker and darker, and the speed of the car became slower and slower. Mark had raised his pistol and put it against Arthur's head.

At this time, Schiller pushed 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 out.

Seeing this, Mark kept his gun in his hand, pushed open the car door with his other hand, and continued to point the gun at Arthur's head. Arthur pushed the car door and walked out. He did not panic because of being pointed at by the gun, but held his cane with one hand and supported the hood of the car with the other hand.

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

Faced with 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 Kong Su's huge and terrifying figure loomed in the darkness, flickering constantly...

Swallowed

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

The sound of metal being knocked made people feel a little upset. Arthur turned his head, and the light in his eyes lit up. Suddenly, his figure froze.

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

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

He waved his cane, and the top of the cane measured an evil light, but at this moment, with a "bang", Schiller grabbed the umbrella with both hands, lifted it up, and knocked the cane in Arthur's hand out. Then, he rushed forward and hit Arthur in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

Arthur was about to struggle to stand up, and a leather shoe stepped on his chest. The umbrella turned a circle in Schiller's hand, and the umbrella tip turned downward. With a "zeng", a sharp knife appeared at the tip of the umbrella, and with a "puff", the umbrella knife pierced Arthur's throat.

Schiller raised his hand, and the moment the blood splashed, the umbrella "banged" open, and he didn't get a trace of blood.

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

Mark was stunned in place, and suddenly, he saw Schiller turned his head and looked at him, and his eyes "Zeng" lit up white.

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

Mark swallowed his saliva, took a step back, and said: "No, don't, we are a cooperative relationship now..."

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