Chapter 2332: Cat Getan Music Festival (80)

"I didn't expect Cat Getan people to be so rigid," Schiller said in his heart. "But this explains even less how they managed to make this city like this."

"Isn't there magic power? And rule factors," the Gray Fog said. "This makes the vast majority of people unable to perceive the problem, and even if they perceive it, they can't change it."

"But it's different now. Do you think we should add a fire?" Schiller thought, their progress here is really too slow. I find it hard to believe they are still dial-up surfing the internet now.

"I think they are on the right path, no need to interfere too much, but if you want to intervene, it might not be certain," the Gray Fog obviously held a pessimistic attitude. He said, "The train is slow, but you can't turn the train track into a roller coaster track just because the train is slow."

Schiller thought about it, it was true. He was just out to work, not a shareholder of this company, so why work so hard? Anyway, the fun had already been found, go back to sleep.

But just on Schiller's way back to the city, the development of things seemed to be pressed on the accelerator, or the long-term foreshadowing finally broke out.

On the way back to the city, Schiller felt a bit bored, so he turned on the car radio, and just heard the host say in an anxious tone of impending disaster, "Breaking news, an emergency international communication: Oliver Queen, leader of the Mexican anti-government army and a well-known terrorist, arrived in Moscow at 2:00 PM today. The Kremlin has released news that this meeting with Queen aims to discuss re-establishing the Fourth International."

"13 minutes ago, Washington sent a telegram to Moscow, demanding that the other party face up to the current situation of rampant international terrorism, and expressing that they do not wish to see the mistake of power politics staged in any country..."

"The White House spokesperson stated that within just 30 minutes, Moscow sent 172 telegrams abroad. The President is carefully considering whether to view this as a signal that the Cold War is turning into a hot war, and that the other party intends to take the lead in unifying the front."

Schiller was stunned. He looked down at his watch. It was 2:40 now. How did Oliver get to Moscow?

Although it was morning when Oliver left him, it had only been four or five hours. Flying from Cat Getan to Moscow, even a direct flight would take 8-9 hours. How did he get over there?

And most importantly, how did Oliver contact Moscow?

This wasn't to say that calling over and saying who I am would work. In such contacts, the most important but also the most troublesome thing was confirming identity.

For example, I say I am Oliver Queen, I need your help, you come to pick me up. Moscow must confirm that he is indeed Oliver Queen. If it were the FBI, and people from Moscow came, he definitely wouldn't be able to go back, and he would also fall into the hands of the FBI as a handle.

Therefore, unless there was full certainty that the person on the phone was Oliver Queen himself, and was sober, free, and truly needed help, Moscow would absolutely not come to pick him up.

And if Oliver had contacted Moscow long ago and planned to leave early this morning, he couldn't have come to Schiller to talk about renting a house. But if he wasn't contacted early, then these four or five hours were simply not enough for Moscow to confirm his identity.

The contact process in spy dramas was a simplified version. In reality, receiving information, passing it down, layer-by-layer contact, sending people to the local area to communicate, and then passing the information back—this necessary process would take at least two days. This made no sense at all.

Wait, Schiller thought, there was one exception, and that was someone vouching for him.

The vouching and introduction system had been the mainstream system for organizational relationships in many countries for a long time, precisely to deal with the problem that the reliability and efficiency of most organizational relationship processing work could not be achieved at the same time.

As long as it was verified that a person was reliable, then the person introduced by this person was highly likely to be reliable. And because the identity of the introducer was public, once the person he introduced had a problem, he himself would also be implicated, which made the introducer dare not vouch at will. If he didn't have full certainty about the introduced person, he wouldn't easily vouch for them.

Schiller thought of that phone book.

Actually, even now, he didn't remember very clearly which phone book Pride put in what place, or his information was lagging, and his memory of most of the living habits here still stayed at the time when he first came.

Schiller suspected that he might have given the wrong phone book, but he also felt it couldn't be such a coincidence that the phone number given happened to be the 16th Bureau's. And was this 16th Bureau a bit too unrigorous? You received a person introduced, and you didn't call the introducer?

Wait, they should have called the mobile phone number, right?

Schiller took out his phone. At the moment he saw the phone keypad, he realized that in the era when he left contact information for the 16th Bureau, there should have been no mobile phones.

Schiller stepped on the accelerator hard, wanting to go back quickly to check the landline at home. Suddenly, only a boom sound was heard, and a utility pole fell down, hitting the front engine hood of the car in front of Schiller straight on.

Schiller stepped on the brake suddenly, and his forehead hit the steering wheel. He immediately pushed the door open and got out of the car. Swish, swish, swish, three more fireballs were fired over.

Schiller turned his head and saw a group of people wearing trench coats standing on the roof, while another group of people flew quickly across the road blocked by the utility pole. From the guns in their hands, it could be seen that they were law enforcement departments.

Schiller was stunned.

The FBI was being chased, but the one chasing them was not Batman, nor Deathstroke, but a group of magicians who had nothing to do with them.

Weren't the magicians fighting with the killers on Black Island? When did they provoke the FBI? And how did they dare to throw fireballs at the agents in public?

Until Schiller heard a sentence in Russian, "Chase them!"

Schiller was even more stunned. The one chasing them was the Soviets, a group of Soviet magicians using magic, Soviet magicians???

Is this reasonable???

Schiller couldn't help but look at his phone, but at this time the phone rang. He answered the phone and heard Mayor Roy shouting on the other side, "Professor, what's going on? Why is there fighting everywhere in the city? At 4:00, the most grand concert of the music festival is going to check tickets. Tourists are all here for this. How can they go out like this?"

Schiller really wanted to say, can you go find the turtle in the wishing pool for this kind of thing? It's not like I installed two pounds of cameras under every eaves in Cat Getan. How do I know how to let tourists go out under this situation?

But Schiller decided to figure out what was going on first. He took a deep breath and asked, "Who are the two sides fighting?"

The Mayor was obviously stunned and said in a tone of disbelief, "You ask me?"

Why, shouldn't I ask you? Schiller expressed great dissatisfaction with his attitude, but he didn't say it out loud, and after a cold hum in his heart, he thought, Pride wasn't much better than me. Wasn't he still suspected of doing everything from alien invasion to kicking over a trash can on the street?

"This is a game between several forces," Schiller said in a heavy tone. "Wayne Group, FBI, Moscow, Washington, and even magicians on both righteous and evil sides."

The Mayor was silent immediately. Just hearing these few names, he knew this matter was not something he could manage.

"I only hope that the last concert can be held as scheduled, and be grand and exciting enough, Professor..."

"Rest assured, I have a countermeasure."

What countermeasure can I have, Schiller thought after hanging up the phone. He didn't even know what was going on, so he had to figure out why they were fighting together now.

"Look," Schiller said to the Gray Fog in his heart while flying toward the center of the incident as a mist. "The roller coaster track I twisted is exciting, but it's safe. In the world of superheroes, if I don't twist it, others will, and they will only twist it into a twist."

"I just want to know how you are going to explain it to Pride," the Gray Fog said. "He will definitely think it's your doing, definitely."

"But it's not me," Schiller shouted in his heart. "We share a memory bank, he can see it."

"But the Superego said you have a bad record of deleting the memory bank."

"I am not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Schiller first went to chase the FBI agents who were being hunted by that group of Russian-speaking magicians. These agents were indeed good hands. They had been chased by a group of magicians for so long without any casualties.

It was precisely because of this that Schiller saw something wrong. These Soviet magicians were not weak. From their decisive act of blocking the road just now, it could be seen that they must also have received professional training, just possessing magic power.

Under this situation, ordinary FBI agents couldn't run away, but the era was indeed far from the Marvel world, so Schiller couldn't be sure whether there was such an elite squad in the FBI.

He thought about it and chose to call Amanda. The phone couldn't get through for a long time. Schiller turned his head and looked. Good, Amanda was on TV.

"Sorry, take a little time for everyone. I am Amanda Waller. Some people may recognize me, because I and the agents under me frequently appeared at the scenes of major cases."

"I'm afraid the only thing that can prove my identity is my face, because all my uniforms, weapons, and identification documents have been detained by the FBI. And the reason for this is because even facing major pressure and life threats, I have to announce one thing to the public."

The telecommunication signal flickered for a few seconds, but this attracted more attention. Amanda's face leaned closer to the lens, and she held the lens and said, "They are trying to interfere with the signal. I'll make a long story short. The FBI hired the transnational drug trafficking organization Penitence Cartel to concoct several serial murder cases within the federation."

"I know this doesn't count as big news, but the key is their purpose. This is a sacrifice. They want to use this... zzz... Mexico... zzz... run quickly... zzz..."

Schiller saw that the few magicians who were chasing the agents stopped instantly. They stood on the spot, looked at each other, their brows deeply wrinkled, and the expressions on their faces became more and more dignified.

They communicated something in Russian quickly, stood on the spot and watched the agents run further and further, and didn't choose to continue chasing, but turned and walked toward the back.

Schiller sighed. He didn't even need to think to know that Bruce must be standing behind Amanda. This was his revenge on the FBI.

Judging from the skills of those agents just now, the FBI's willingness to infiltrate Cat Getan was probably much stronger than what Bruce had imagined. These elite agents were enough to pose a major threat to this city.

Bruce probably officially confirmed this, and chose to take truly radical actions. But how did he confirm this?

Probably the key was still Oliver, Schiller thought. ===== CHAPTER 2333 =====