Chapter 2940

Pamela saw Tim run off, and Natasha, who had been waiting for a long time, hadn't returned either. She herself was impatient with dealing with the agents here, so she simply ran off too.

Before running, she didn't forget to cause a potted plant riot in the FBI office; the little flowers, grasses, and foliage plants kept in the office all jumped up to attack people, which kept the FBI busy for a good while with no time to chase them.

"It's a mess, it's all a mess." Tim gulped down a large mouthful of coffee, found a blind spot in the coffee shop to sit down, and Pamela put on her hood and sat next to him, saying, "What exactly happened?"

"I discovered that my original assumptions might have some problems." Tim was still in shock. He said, "I originally thought it was a problem between S. H. I. E. L. D., the FBI, and Hydra, at most adding the Avengers, but now it seems it's not that simple."

"Oh?" Pamela responded somewhat perfunctorily. Tim had no choice but to ask first, "What's wrong with you?"

"Earlier, Natasha invited me to dinner, but I didn't seize the opportunity. This time, our heart-to-heart talk was ruined by those agents again. If this continues, by the time we leave, I won't even be able to catch a glimpse of the beautiful lady..."

"Still thinking about the beautiful lady!" Tim said through gritted teeth, "Do you know she's a Soviet!"

So what if she's a Soviet? Pamela said indifferently, "It's not like I haven't seen one... Wait a minute, there's no Soviet Union in this universe, right? Sigh, the beautiful lady is homeless."

"No Soviet Union?" Tim said with no small amount of sarcasm, "The Soviet Union is probably everywhere. You're still in the mood to worry about her being homeless?!"

"What exactly do you mean?"

Tim poured himself another mouthful of coffee and said, "I just saw an investigation report in the FBI's records room. It said that the most famous members of the Avengers now all have more or less some connection to the Soviet Union."

"So? You suspect they are restorationists?"

"No, no, no. It's just that if this matter involves the Soviet Union, I'm afraid it's not as simple as a three-party game."

Tim scratched his head. He really felt like his head was splitting. When he saw that list, his brain was literally buzzing.

This brings up the difference between Tim and the other two Robins. Although they were all Batman's adopted sons, they hadn't lived a hard life since being adopted by Bruce.

But Dick and Jason, those two unlucky guys, belonged to the proletariat. Both of them had lost both parents and had unfortunate families. Even living in Wei En Manor, they didn't control any means of production.

Although theoretically, Dick had changed his surname to Wei En and had a legal adoption contract, which meant he had inheritance rights, it takes two to tango. Dick himself wasn't willing to take over Wei En Enterprises, so he couldn't be called a big capitalist.

But Tim was different from them. The Drake family he came from wasn't weak to begin with, and the Bruce of this universe didn't have a biological son. After Bruce went out to be a street wanderer, only he could take over Wei En Enterprises.

To put it in slightly retro terms, he was a big capitalist with money flowing through his veins from head to toe, a true-blue American, and his status was just a bit higher than Bruce Wei En's.

Moreover, Tim didn't have any education or upbringing that would make him identify with communism; he was just a very typical American capitalist.

As everyone knows, the American upper class has a very severe case of red allergy. If it were other universes, Tim's generation wouldn't have any concept of the Soviet Union, which had long since perished.

But when Tim took over Wei En Enterprises, the Soviet Union still existed. How could the Wei En Enterprises he led not have any friction with this country on the other side of the ocean?

In fact, they had already fought several rounds. The KGB was simply a piece of chewing gum you couldn't shake off, drilling into the East Coast relentlessly. They dared to go where the FBI dared to go, and they dared to go where the FBI didn't dare to go, prioritizing intelligence over their own lives.

Wei En Enterprises, the economic lifeline of the East Coast, was naturally a target they worked hard to conquer. For a long time, Tim's work focus was trying to pick someone who didn't look so much like a spy to hire from among people who all looked like Soviet guys.

It could be said that he was also a patient with red allergy.

So when he realized that although the Soviet Union of this universe had passed away, it was actually still living in the dreams of many people, he felt as if an invisible hand was pushing behind all the struggle threads he had previously speculated about.

When seeing that list, Tim didn't question it at all. For the Soviet Union, this was basic procedure. Tim, who had traded blows with the Soviets, knew clearly that this world was a giant KGB; anyone could be KGB.

Captain America made perfect sense, because after all, he was a man of the previous era. That was the heyday of the Soviet Union, and he was the arch-enemy of the little mustache man, sharing common ideals and goals with the Soviets. It was perfectly normal for him to be turned.

Natasha goes without saying; she used to be a Soviet agent, and a top-tier one at that. Tim didn't even dare to think about who approved her entry back then.

Spider-Man, ha, his background and personality were too typical. Tim didn't even want to analyze him.

Thor, although an alien, was of royal blood and even became the King of Gods, but his temper was very similar to those Soviets. Who knows, maybe he really had some entanglement with the Soviet Union in the past?

Nick Fury, black, so he must be a Black Panther Party member.

Black Panther, he's already called Black Panther, what else is there to analyze?

Stark, the reason he wasn't on the list must be that no one could afford the price of him being a Soviet spy, just like Bruce.

Doctor Strange, the medical profession is a disaster area, and Kamar-Taj's headquarters is still on Mount Ximalaya, so he can't escape either.

Hulk, I've never heard who the original body is. Hiding his head and showing his tail, maybe he's an underground worker.

Lizard, I've never heard who the original body is either. Same logic as above.

Finally, Schiller, half-Chinese blood, can even get authentic mainland cigarettes. There's not much need for analysis.

Very good, Tim covered his forehead and thought, is this Avengers alliance here to avenge the Soviet Union?

Of course, logically speaking, it couldn't be all of them, but Tim, who had rich experience in struggle, knew very clearly that if you find one cockroach in the house, it proves that there are cockroaches everywhere in your home.

The key is that if any one person on this list is one, then it might imply three or four others are too. If three or four are, then the entire thread of all the events they've experienced would be tens of thousands of times more complex than just American infighting.

Even if they weren't before, give them a few months and they definitely would be. Don't ask Tim how he knows; the massive layoffs at Wei En Enterprises a while ago weren't just because of the economic crisis.

Tim told Pamela his conjecture. Pamela clearly lacked any sensitivity to class struggle. She said, "So what if they are? What can they do? At most, they'll fish in troubled waters and get some intelligence. What are you afraid of?"

"It's not that simple. I suspect that above the many parties of the struggle, there is a decisive force restraining them from going too far. Such struggles help agents train, but the premise is that it's real training, not meaningless consumption."

"You think the KGB would deliberately stir up trouble to consume them?"

"Not eliminating them physically," Tim said very skillfully, "but directly turning them into a part of the KGB."

"Then let them turn." Pamela was still a bit indifferent. She said, "You said it yourself, the basic position of all forces is human, and the KGB are also human. They wouldn't defect to the aliens, would they?"

"But they have an ideological advantage." Tim didn't shy away from this point, "In the era of interstellar colonization, ideological expansion is always superior to physical expansion. Ideological invasion is countless times easier than military invasion."

"Aliens aren't humans..."

"But aliens have poor people too," Tim said, "Just change 'liberate the whole world' to 'liberate the whole universe'."

"Then there's nothing you can do. Who told you they make sense?" Pamela looked at Tim with annoyance and said, "Isn't it enough for you damn capitalists to throw your weight around on Earth? You want to continue exploiting even after entering the universe?"

"How come you're like a KGB too?!" Tim was shocked.

"Because I'm a poor person!" Pamela roared at him, "I go to work every day but I'm still very poor! I should use vines to hang you all!"

Pamela got angrier the more she talked. She slapped the table, stood up, and said, "Why on earth should I accept your exploitation here? I'm going to find Natasha now and ask her if she can introduce me to join the KGB. At least they pay their wages on time!"

After finishing, she turned to leave. Tim hurriedly grabbed her and said, "It's not like I owe you wages... Alright, we can talk about the money issue, but we have to wait a while. You listen to me finish first."

"My meaning is actually that if the KGB knows they have the advantage of ideological expansion, then in this game, they are just like us, able to create independent capital for themselves. So it's actually not a three-party struggle, but four."

"But we haven't seen a fourth party from beginning to end. This means that one of the three parties must have cooperated deeply with the fourth party, so that the fourth party could disappear without a trace under their cover."

"The list is all members of the Avengers, and the boss of S. H. I. E. L. D. is a black man. They are highly suspicious." Tim thought and said, "If we could catch evidence... Hasn't Schiller been providing psychological therapy for superheroes?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I think we should go to his workplace to look for conversation recordings or notes." Tim took out his phone, dialed a number, and said, "Hello? Dick? Are you still in New York?"

"Alright, I didn't mean to disturb your romance, but please put aside your personal feelings for a moment and help me go to Arkham Asylum to check. It would be best if you could find the conversation records Schiller left with the superheroes."

"Don't worry about that. Help me check the records to see if anyone mentioned having been to Moscow, read Russian books, raised a Siberian forest cat, or something like that..."

Dick hung up the phone with a blank expression. Raven, who was carrying a shopping bag, asked curiously, "Cat? What cat?"

"Nothing." Dick said, "Tim said something... Siberian forest cat? Maybe he wants to raise a cat. Shall we go to a pet store and take a look?"

"Siberian forest cat? Is it very cute? Then let's go take a look."

"Alright, I'll check online for catteries that have Siberian forest cats."