Chapter 2328: Cat Getan Music Festival (76)

Peter wasn't seriously injured. Although Deathstroke was also a genetically modified human, his settings were more inclined toward all-around and tactical, with no special performance in terms of strength. Beating Spider-Man twice with bare hands wouldn't cause much damage.

"Why was it you?" Bruce asked somewhat curiously.

Peter shifted his gaze away.

Bruce stared at him.

Peter sighed and said, "Alright, I heard he was a killer. In order to stop his evil behavior, I hacked into his email and helped him delete some inappropriate employment."

"You really didn't suffer this beating in vain."

"But that's not the point. The point is I didn't delete them completely. Those emails were left in the trash bin. So when more Spider-Men hacked in, they discovered that Deathstroke had deleted those high-priced but not righteous enough orders, so they desperately sent emails to greet Deathstroke, because they felt he might be a hidden hero."

Bruce covered his eyes.

"By the way," Bruce looked at Peter and said, "Have you heard any news about the FBI during the time you've been here?"

Peter thought seriously for a while and said, "No, I haven't heard news about the FBI for a long time. I heard from Cat Getan locals that they can't enter this city."

"It was indeed like that before," Bruce said, appearing worried. "Since Cat Getan's situation improved, more and more strange people have started entering here. I can only say that coins have two sides."

"Although I also don't like the FBI's violent means, do you think they can't shoulder the responsibility of strengthening the city's public security?"

"I'm afraid their primary purpose for coming here won't be to strengthen the public security here," Bruce shook his head gently and said. "Their violent means are also usually not for maintaining public security."

"You don't want them to come in?" Peter saw Bruce's resistance and said, "But you are destined to be unable to refuse the people who enter after this city gets better. Then you can't avoid the infiltration of agents."

"I don't view this city as my private property," Bruce said. "Anyone has the right to come here, but if they want to play some small tricks against me even before they come in, then I'm afraid I have to return the favor."

That's right. Schiller applauded Bruce in his heart. Hurry up and do the main quest. Those people mixed in the tourist wave are your real heart-and-belly trouble for the future period.

Bruce stood up. He didn't seem to want to wait any longer. Peter also stood up with him. The little injuries on their faces were almost healed. He said, "Is there anything I can help with?"

"I'm afraid there really is," Bruce said. "I need some manpower to find the killer of a serial murder case in the city." Bruce didn't say directly in front of Gordon about the FBI. He still didn't want Gordon to face too much pressure.

So he just summarized this simply as a serial murder case. He said, "The police can't not do this, but after all, Cat Getan's police are ordinary people, and the killer of this serial murder case is exceptionally brutal. If it were you guys, we could reduce some manpower losses."

"I am honored to be able to help," Peter said. "However, there is a more troublesome fact: Deathstroke is still looking for trouble with us."

"Just do your best," Bruce actually wanted to say that Deathstroke's behavior targeting Spider-Man was actually just a small fuss, somewhat similar to finding some fun for himself when he was idle, rather than really wanting to do something to Spider-Man.

Bruce had investigated this extremely famous mercenary master. Deathstroke seemed to particularly like to go against teenagers, seeming to be able to get pleasure from beating them. This was probably also a way for him to participate in the music festival.

However, it wasn't like this for the FBI. A mercenary like Deathstroke and the FBI couldn't have had no grievances. It was no exaggeration to say that many times Deathstroke's mission targets didn't have the ability to resist him, and the biggest resistance he encountered was these violent law enforcement agencies.

Although the FBI often didn't do human things, they were at least law enforcement agencies. No matter how powerful Deathstroke was, he was also a killer not tolerated by an orderly society. The FBI's opponent was just a tactical master, but Deathstroke's opponent was the US state machine and even the entire society.

So the duel between them wasn't a one-sided one where Deathstroke had the advantage. In the vast majority of cases, the two sides were evenly matched. Occasionally Deathstroke would suffer losses. As for the FBI's losses, no one cared. New agents were like leeks; one crop was cut, and another crop followed.

Under this situation, Deathstroke would definitely seize every opportunity to get back at them. Even if it was just to briefly weaken the FBI, it could reduce a lot of pressure for his subsequent missions.

So it was better for Spider-Men to have a Deathstroke chasing behind their butts. This move of borrowing a knife to kill wasn't something only the FBI could use.

Bruce left soon. He still had many things to deal with. Schiller originally wanted to go back to the guest room upstairs to sleep, but his butler called him, saying someone was visiting, so Schiller had to drive home.

Before he could enter the manor, he saw Oliver waiting at the gate. Oliver walked toward him with a smile and said, "I thought there would be a welcome banquet exclusively for me. I missed a lot, right?"

Schiller originally didn't want to pretend anymore, because his task of going to cause trouble for Gordon had been completed. But unfortunately, Oliver's visit made it impossible for him to go to sleep now, even if he didn't pretend to be arrogant with chaotic work and rest.

And the benefit of pretending to be arrogant at this moment was that if he wasn't a doctor, he didn't need to take care of the patient's emotions and try his best to answer every one of their questions. Greed wasn't sure that he could perfectly complete the doctor's duties in his current state of being dizzy from sleepiness. He didn't want to smash his reputation.

Then let's fully experience an arrogant day. Being a mental patient who says whatever he wants is also quite good.

Schiller and Oliver walked toward the manor. Oliver said while walking, "Sorry, I came a bit early. I know you won't get up so early when there are no classes."

"Under normal circumstances," Schiller said.

The two sat on the sofa. Merkel served hot tea. Oliver looked out the window through the mist of the tea. The street trees at this time had all turned yellow. The part of the mountain view that could be seen from the long window of the manor had become as red as the flames in the fireplace.

"I decided not to return to Mexico for the time being," Oliver said with his hands on his knees. "Ms. Romanoff is right. If I always want to save them from a high position, and they are also so dependent on me, then this will never be their own struggle."

"That might make the situation worse," Schiller said.

"It is indeed so for a period of time, but my leaving doesn't mean I will forget that place forever. I will continue to pay attention to the situation. Once an event that might lead to irreversible evil consequences appears, I will try my best to get everything back on track."

Schiller nodded silently. He lowered his eyes and looked somewhat tired. This look only flashed by, but it was captured by Oliver. Oliver stood up directly and said, "I am very sorry, I came too early, Professor. I came to you to say that I want to rent a house in Cat Getan, but after all, I am not a local, and I don't know where the location is good. I hope you can give me some suggestions."

"But this is not urgent. You rest first. Perhaps I can go around the city with a real estate agent first."

Schiller shook his head and said, "You can find any category of agent in this city: arms, drug trafficking, war, but only no housing. The landlords of houses in good locations won't rent houses to outsiders."

"Why?" Oliver asked somewhat curiously.

"Cat Getan's situation was bad before. People who know this and still seem to want to come here are either in big trouble or are big trouble themselves. Landlords don't want to get into trouble."

Oliver nodded to show understanding. Schiller paused slightly, as if thinking, and then said to Merkel, "Go get the phone book."

"Which one?" Merkel asked.

"The one on the right on the shelf," Schiller frowned and said.

Soon Merkel brought a phone book. Schiller didn't look at it, just let Merkel hand the phone book to Oliver.

Oliver didn't open it, but he felt there might be a landlord's phone number in it, so he said, "If the phone gets through, should I tell them I was introduced by someone?"

"Yes, just report my name," Schiller nodded.

Actually, he only had a vague impression of everything in DC. When flipping through the memory bank, he occasionally flipped through some scraps, but he could still remember how Pride usually lived.

Because DC's era lagged behind Marvel, it was using phone books for a long time here, and the vast majority of daily life phone numbers were also recorded in the phone book.

Schiller vaguely remembered that the one on the right on the shelf should have written the phone numbers of some locals Schiller knew. Oliver called them one by one to ask, and he should be able to find a landlord.

Actually, Schiller should have directly given Oliver Cobblepot's phone number, but because of the music festival, Cobblepot had been too busy recently. Schiller couldn't get through when he called before. There was no need to disturb this Cat Getan newcomer for such a small matter as renting a house. Any local could handle it.

"Sorry again for my disturbance," Oliver nodded at Schiller, then left the manor with the phone book.

He came by car. After walking out of the manor, he went straight to his car parked on the side of the road and sat in the car. He didn't drive away immediately, but planned to call and ask first. Once he asked for the destination, he could drive directly there.

Oliver opened the phone book, and then he discovered that only phone numbers and names were written in this book, and it didn't write what these people were doing at all. He scratched his head somewhat puzzled, but felt it was also possible that these were all locals. He decided to call one by one to ask.

The phone got through after two beeps. Oliver said while pinching the hinge of the phone book, "Hello, I want to rent a house. Can you find me a house with convenient transportation, an independent bathroom and kitchen, and an office area? My introducer is Schiller Rodriguez."

There was an eerie silence on the other side.

Oliver felt whether his requirements were a bit high. He said, "I really want a single apartment, and I can pay 300 USD a week for this. But if there is difficulty, an ordinary independent room is also fine, but there must be an office desk. I need to complete some news-related work."

Oliver wasn't completely without social life experience. He first reported a relatively high-end house type, then said he was willing to provide high rent to show his financial strength, and then emphasized that there must be a place to work, and partially revealed the work he was going to engage in, which could reflect that his work was stable and he could pay the rent on time.

"What's your name?" the other side asked.

Oliver felt the accent of the person on the other side was a bit strange, but it wasn't because it wasn't standard, but because it was too standard. Cat Getan locals still had some accents when speaking, but the person on the other side sounded like a news broadcaster.

Oliver knew he couldn't say his real name, because he was already a wanted criminal. But actually, the key was the surname Quinn. There were too many people named Oliver in this world. He just needed to change his surname.

"Oliver Dursley," Oliver made up a surname casually and said, "A newspaper reporter from the West Coast, might work here for a year or so." ===== CHAPTER 2329 =====