When Oliver rushed out, Amanda had not even reacted.
She had indeed once been an excellent agent, but she had been away from the front lines for too long. Her reflexes and sense of danger could not compare to those of active agents, much less Green Arrow.
Oliver had already rushed out the door when Amanda had only just started running. Like an arrow loosed from its bow, he brushed past the figure and raced into the stairwell without looking back.
But the moment Amanda ran out, she slammed right into that figure. In her panic, she switched on her flashlight. As the beam swept over him, Schiller's features seemed to melt into a pale mask.
Amanda froze in shock. She heard Oliver shout from the stairs, "Run over here!! Hurry!"
Amanda shook her head and backed away several steps. She could only keep her flashlight trained on Schiller's face as she breathed nervously.
Schiller continued dragging the corpse forward at a steady pace. Even beneath the flashlight's glare, those gray eyes remained somewhat unfocused, as though he could not see the person standing before him at all.
But as he drew closer step by step, Amanda's mouth slowly fell open. David's corpse, which Schiller was dragging, had died horribly. His neck had become flattened, as though it had been repeatedly smashed and crushed until it had completely separated from his body.
Through Schiller's silhouette, Amanda saw the window at the end of the corridor—the cruise ship's windows opened by sliding upward.
A horrifying image instantly surfaced in her mind. David had been pinned against the window, his head sticking out, while One Hand gripped the window handle and smashed it downward again and again until the vertebrae connecting his head to his body were completely broken, leaving his head