Chapter 654: Red Sea Rage (VII)

"This is an opportunity." Kayla, a female CIA agent, said while steering the wheel: "We have already lost the game about Philby's list. If we can get evidence of the Quinn family's collusion with Mexican drug lords this time, we can hand in a satisfactory answer before the next congress."

Lira, a black man sitting in the co-pilot, sighed and said: "The black movement has failed. There are no other revolutionary forces on this land. We are fighting alone and it is difficult to move forward..."

"Are you scared?" Kayla asked. Lira touched his eyebrows and said: "Maybe, I have been disappointed too many times, and this time is not bad."

"I'm sorry, I can't shake Moscow's decision. The tragic script of the Black Panther Party should not happen, but..." Kayla shook her head, obviously feeling very sorry for the oppression that black communists suffered in this country.

Lila had no expression. He said, "Perhaps, we all know that some things are different, but you don't want to admit it. I dare say that the person who takes office in ten days will disappoint you greatly."

"New changes mean new hope. Change is always a good thing, isn't it?" Kayla stopped the car on the side of the road. The two got out of the car and looked up at the doorplate of the tall building in front of them, which read "Quinn Building".

In the guest room of the Beverly Hotel in Los Angeles, Hal sighed and looked at Schiller and said, "You have to find a way to help him. Since we came back from Mexico, Oliver has never said a word, not communicating with anyone or eating. This can't go on..."

Hal glanced outside the door. On the sofa in the living room, Arthur sat next to Oliver and kept comforting him, but it was useless. Oliver just sat there blankly, saying nothing and not responding.

"This state of stupor should be the self-protection state of the brain after the spirit is stimulated. If you want to break this state, you must undergo in-depth treatment, but are you sure he can accept this treatment?" Schiller asked.

"As you said just now, this is an unsolvable problem. The Quinn family has cooperated with drug lords for so many years and earned a huge amount of wealth from them. Oliver grew up under the nourishment of this wealth. This cannot be changed." Schiller also looked at Oliver and said.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have let Gallardo say so much." Hal sighed, but soon he shook his head and said, "No, sooner or later, he will know. If he returns to the Quinn family now and takes over the family business, he will definitely discover these evil transactions."

"What do you think he thinks? Is he trying to accept this?" Schiller asked.

"It is precisely because I found that he was not going to accept it at all that I hope you can enlighten him. If he continues like this, we both know what the result will be." Hal put his hand on Schiller's shoulder and said, "From his performance along the way, Oliver is a good person, otherwise he would not feel so deeply painful for this. I really hope you can help him, Schiller..."

Schiller patted Hal's arm and said before leaving the bedroom, "I'll try my best."

When Schiller walked to the sofa, Hal pulled Arthur away. The two of them left the room and went to the restaurant downstairs for dinner. Only Schiller and Oliver were left in the room.

When Schiller sat opposite Oliver, Oliver raised his eyes and looked at Schiller with a dull look, then slowly lowered his eyes and looked away.

"I know you don't want to see a psychiatrist now. You think I can't answer your confusion." Schiller poured a glass of water for Oliver and said, "But before that, you should drink some water first. You should be a little dehydrated now."

Schiller handed the cup to Oliver, but Oliver didn't react. Looking at the clear water in the cup, which rippled under the slight shaking, Oliver showed a horrified expression. He leaned back and began to exhale continuously.

"Calm down, Oliver, what you see is not real, it's an illusion." Schiller stood up quickly and took the umbrella from the side. The moment he turned back, Oliver pushed away the coffee table in front of him, fell to the ground, and struggled desperately.

He kept punching and roaring: "Get out! Get out of here! You damned criminals, don't come over!!!"

"No... No... I didn't... You're right, I am who I am, I killed you... The sea, that sea, the red sea, bleeding..."

Oliver began to tremble and cry, tears and snot kept flowing down, but he was not crying, this was physiological tears, he seemed to have lost control of his organs.

Schiller stepped forward, stood in front of him, knocked the ground hard with the handle of the umbrella and said: "Those are all hallucinations, you are in the hotel, not on the sea, defeat it, don't be controlled by it..."

The veins on Oliver's neck bulged, he kept curling up and relaxing his body on the spot, one hand holding the wrist of the other hand, trying to stop his movements?

Schiller saw this situation, sighed, took out the stored tranquilizer from the gray mist, and planned to inject Oliver.

Without the restriction of not being able to use special abilities, Schiller turned into gray mist, held Oliver down, and injected tranquilizers into him, but Oliver's drug resistance was very strong, and ordinary tranquilizers did not react when injected into him, and he was still in a state of stress.

This situation is not uncommon. Sometimes, patients with mental illness will be in an extremely excited state. In this state, human muscle restrictions will be lifted, the strength will become extremely large, and the mental activity will be very high. Ordinary tranquilizers will not work, and if overdosed, it may be dangerous.

At this time, in order to prevent injury to others and to prevent patients from hurting themselves, some anesthetics will be used to anesthetize the patients, which can effectively slow down their actions, but this requires professional anesthesiologists to determine that the dosage of the drugs will not cause harm.

Although Schiller has anesthetics, he does not have the knowledge of anesthesia. If chemical anesthesia is used, it may hurt Oliver, so he plans to adopt a more ancient anesthesia method, that is, physical anesthesia.

Schiller took advantage of Oliver lying on the ground and trembling, raised his umbrella and hit Oliver's neck directly. He controlled the strength, and with a "bang", Oliver fainted.

Schiller sighed and moved Oliver to the sofa. After about 20 minutes, Oliver woke up. When he woke up, he was a little excited again. Schiller had to knock him out again. After repeating it three times, Oliver finally regained some consciousness.

Schiller put the umbrella aside, sat on the sofa opposite, looked at Oliver lying on the sofa and said: "You are the most difficult patient I have seen so far. Not only do you need psychological treatment, but also physical treatment..."

Oliver opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but long-term dehydration made his throat extremely hoarse. What he wanted to say was blocked in his throat and turned into a jerky dry cough.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..." Oliver coughed hard, and finally turned into dry retching. He supported the ground with his hands, tried to turn over and return to the sofa, and looked at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

During this period, he experienced physical torture and mental exhaustion, and was extremely weak.

"Thank you..." Oliver finally uttered the first syllable, and he said, "But I don't need comfort, let me stay alone for a while."

"Yes, you don't need comfort, and I don't intend to comfort you, I'm here to treat you..."

"I don't need treatment." Oliver said again: "I'm not sick, it's not me who is sick, thank you, doctor, leave."

Schiller picked up the water cup again, handed it to Oliver and said: "Drink a sip of water first, we can talk, you can say any questions you have, I am very patient to listen..."

Oliver sat up from the sofa, he picked up the water cup, drank all the water in one breath, and coughed a few times, then he said: "Thank you, I'm fine, I'll be fine soon..."

Looking at his still shaking arms, Schiller also picked up the water cup and drank a sip of water, then said: "If you don't want to chat, then drink more water, and then go eat something to replenish your energy, you haven't eaten for too long."

Yes, I will go, but I just want to be alone now. "Oliver was very autistic. He kept responding, but he didn't give any answers, nor did he start a topic. He didn't have any desire to talk. For a psychologist, this was the most difficult situation.

"Can you tell me about your current doubts? Perhaps I can give some different answers?"

Schiller kept asking Oliver, but he just didn't say anything, and he was often distracted. Schiller could see that every time he was distracted, he was actually thinking about the past. This was a very bad sign.

All the states of stress trauma were reflected in Oliver, including stupor, re-experience, panic, emotional closure, and refusal to communicate. Generally speaking, in this case, the doctor would let the patient calm down for a while before treating him.

However, Oliver might not be able to wait. First, he was seriously injured while surviving on a deserted island, and then he refused to drink water or eat. If he waited for two more days, he might go into shock.

At that time, the extremely depressed physiological state would lead to a more unstable mental state. At that time, stress trauma It may turn into permanent mental trauma, and it will be troublesome to treat it.

After Schiller tried repeatedly without success, he sighed deeply and decided to try another way.

Schiller stood up, walked back to the room, took out his suitcase, took out a few books from it, and took out a file bag. When he returned to the sofa, he put the pile of things heavily on the coffee table with a "bang".

Oliver looked at him dazedly. Schiller sat down opposite Oliver again, put his hand on the pile of books and said:

"Let me introduce myself again, Schiller Rodriguez, a secret intelligence officer of the 16th Bureau of the Soviet State Security Committee, a KGB agent..."

Schiller stretched out his tone and said:

"... a communist."

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