"This enforcement by the FBI is completely reasonable and compliant, with formal approval documents and arrest warrants. We fully accept the reasonable supervision of any American citizen, but are you an official citizen of the United States?"

Batman paused for a moment, then narrowed his eyes. He thought, it seems that this time, he has encountered a tough problem.

"You should have discovered that the terrifying monster chasing you is not my imagination." Schiller kept his head down, so Batman didn't notice at all. Even though his whole body was motionless, his mouth was still moving.

Scott was a little hesitant, but he did find out that what Schiller said was true. The opponent looked completely different from ordinary people, and it was not something they, escort agents who were not specialized in combat, could deal with.

"Don't try to defeat him with words, and don't think that you can force him to prepare escape tools for you. The only way now is to hold him for a few seconds, and then you can take me away directly."

Looking at the terrifying crocodile monster, grinning ferociously at the agent lying on the ground next to him, Scott's hands trembled, and then he asked in a low voice: "How to hold him down?"

Schiller replied: "I saw that where the ammunition was piled behind you, in addition to grenades, there were also smoke grenades. That was your only hope of taking me out of here."

"Now I want to teach you how to prevent the opponent from attacking you. This will buy us at least 30 seconds, enough for you to retrieve the smoke grenade and create enough smoke for us to leave."

Scott grabbed Schiller's neck and gritted his teeth and said: "You'd better have this method. You should know that if the escort mission is likely to fail completely, we have the right to directly kill the escort target."

At this time, Batman had almost walked in front of the two men. He knew that as long as he took two more steps forward, he would reach the right position for violent rescue.

At this time, Schiller, who had his head lowered, still murmured vaguely:

"I know, I know... you always want to find a weakness in me, but you have never succeeded, so I have not used such despicable means before..."

"You asked for it, Batman."

Then, Schiller tilted his head slightly, exposing the side of his neck, and whispered in Scott's ear like a devil with a smile:

"See that scar on the side of my neck? Aim there and give me a knife."

"The further the blood is spread, the safer you are."

I have a fever of 39 degrees, but I’ll add 2,000 words more
Chapter completed!