Chapter 3831: The Nameless Bat (12)

In the interrogation room, Seeing Natasha sat opposite Green Arrow, looking at him and saying, "... That's how it is, someone wants to frame the President, and they also took a shot at me. Given that in the current office and the Justice League, only you know about the special relationship between me and the President. Don't you have anything to say?"

"How could you think I would want to assassinate you?" Green Arrow looked as if he had heard something very absurd, and he said, "You aren't Mr. President's lover, I wouldn't kill you. If you were, I wouldn't even more so."

"But I caused the executive CEO of Queen Group to have an accident."

Green Arrow shook his head and said, "Then I wouldn't retaliate against you either. I know you're just following orders. Counting a human life lawsuit on the head of a blade is the greatest disrespect to the deceased."

"What do you think is going on?"

"They are aiming for the President, without a doubt," Green Arrow placed his arms on the table and said, "The key is why they have to drag you along. They seem to think that you can have a great influence on the President. For example, if you die, he will rush back. Only then does it make sense to take action against you."

Seeing Natasha frowned slightly and said, "I'm just his lover, not his wife. I'm not that important."

"Then the problem lies with you yourself. They think that as long as you stay by the President's side, he has a very capable helper. To move against the President, one must first move against you. That's why they would try to assassinate you."

"That makes some sense," Seeing Natasha said, "But you also know, I'm not irreplaceable..."

"Is that so? With Batman's level of paranoia, he would let a foreign agent drop into a special team, give her such great power, and even let her come into contact with core members of the Justice League? This itself is not normal. Unless, the value you can bring him has cured his suspicion."

Seeing Natasha was silent, not following up on those words. She certainly had value. She was Black Widow, a powerful genetically modified human. But these things shouldn't be things people in this universe could know.

Seeing Natasha really was dropped in from the sky; Batman didn't go to the trouble of fabricating an identity for her. Her file in this universe was completely blank. No matter how powerful the mastermind attacking her was, it was impossible to cross universes and find out who she was.

Since that was the case, how could the opponent be so sure of her strength and view her as a thorn in their side that had to be removed?

Or there was another possibility, Seeing Natasha thought—the opponent wasn't from this universe either. They might have clashed before, or heard of Black Widow's great reputation, which was why they wanted to take advantage of Batman's absence to break this helper he had found from another world first.

Then who could it be? Seeing Natasha began to think.

"Boss, there's news." An agent walked over and knocked on the door. Seeing Natasha stood up and walked out the door. The other person took two stacks of materials and handed them to her, saying, "This is the information on the woman who shot at you, and the person who attacked you halfway."

"Have the people been caught?"

"Yes, they are currently both at the police station. But these two are very ordinary civilians; one is a family member of the victim, and the other is an ordinary street thug. The conclusion given by the Behavioral Analysis Department is that they are unlikely to be professional killers."

"I see." Seeing Natasha walked toward the office while reading the materials.

It was indeed as her subordinate reported; these two were amateurish to the point of being unable to be more amateurish. The first woman to fire had no accuracy, unable to hit a torso within two meters; the latter wasn't any better, firing one shot and running, and when fleeing, he was flustered and didn't know how to hide his tracks.

If the person directing them was also a visitor from another world, how could they use such clumsy methods?

Just as she returned to the office, another female subordinate came to find her and said, "News came from the police station that the one who killed Fred Abidonis was his wife, the woman who shot at you."

"The motive?"

"Cheating. Mrs. Abidonis claimed that she recently discovered her husband was cheating, and in a fit of rage, she killed him."

"The motive for taking action against me?"

"She said her husband's cheating partner also had red hair, and she had misidentified her in a moment of panic. According to our investigation, what she said is true. Her husband's cheating partner is somewhat similar to your height, weight, and hair color."

"The second attacker?"

"Taking money to do things, but not targeting you, but rather requiring him to fire a shot at a certain car."

Seeing Natasha felt a bit of a headache. This testimony and the case were full of doubts everywhere. But unfortunately, she wasn't a detective.

Although Seeing Natasha was an agent, she was a field agent, not a technical staff member. Even if she often performed espionage work, she was better at infiltration and assassination, not clerical work like deduction.

Seeing Natasha decided to take the report and find Schiller. Although Schiller looked more like a field agent than he did, if the two of them got together, maybe they could really get some inspiration.

Seeing Natasha came to Schiller's office; Schiller was looking for something on the computer. This time Seeing Natasha didn't lean over to look at his screen, but sat down on the side to wait for him to finish.

After a while, Schiller turned his head to look at her. Seeing Natasha handed him the materials, and then briefly explained the situation she knew.

"It is a bit suspicious," Schiller said, "If that woman mistook you for her husband's mistress, she should have yelled and screamed the first time she saw you, instead of having no reaction when she saw you, and then suddenly taking a shot at you when she got close."

"The man was the same. I was driving an FBI-specific vehicle, and the English letters on the side hit by the bullet were big enough; as long as one wasn't blind, one could definitely see them. Even with money to be made, ordinary people wouldn't dare to risk their lives attacking an FBI car; this simply doesn't make sense."

"They definitely didn't tell the truth." Schiller turned to make a phone call. In the gap of connecting, he said, "We all advocate civilized law enforcement, but it's normal for the local police station to adopt some less civilized methods for the sake of work efficiency. After all, this is Gotham; it wouldn't be normal if it weren't violent."

Seeing Natasha watched him skillfully call the person in charge of the local police station, putting pressure on them in his words. Less than ten minutes after the call was made, the other side gave feedback—the woman was the first to spill the beans.

Schiller hung up the phone and said to Seeing Natasha, "As expected. That woman had her handle grabbed by someone; she was the one cheating. She said someone sent her intimate photos of her and her cheating partner through email, and then asked her to kill her husband and a female agent who arrived—which is you."

"This is even stranger. How did the opponent know I would go?"

"Of course, because he deliberately framed that murder case on your special team. No matter what, you would go take a look."

"It seems to be a conspiracy specifically set up for me."

"That man was the same. Someone sent him evidence through email that he had betrayed the gang and was privately smuggling contraband, and he had no choice but to fire at the car."

"This guy is quite capable," Seeing Natasha narrowed her eyes and said, "Can you trace who he is through the email?"

"The technical department is trying, but I guess there won't be any results. Since he dares to do this, he isn't afraid of the technical staff of two departments." Schiller shook his head and said.

"What were you checking just now?" Seeing Natasha asked.

"Of course, it's the new policies after Batman took office. Through these policies, one can judge who he has offended, and who is most likely to take action against him. Currently, the targets are many, but the most likely ones are that group on Diamond Street."

"That group in finance? That's quite reasonable," Seeing Natasha nodded and said, "Push them into a corner, and they'll do anything. But they shouldn't have any channels to find out who I am."

"You suspect it's a visitor from another world?"

"It's not impossible. Batman in this universe is quite famous among Batmen; if someone wants to cause trouble, it's not excluded that they could find their way here."

"I agree that someone wants to take advantage of Batman's absence to cause trouble, but whether it's a visitor from another world, and which visitor from another world it is, will still need to wait."

"You said there would be more victims? Don't you plan to stop it?"

"Do you think Batman wouldn't protect the truly important people before leaving? Those who were killed might not have needed to be alive in the first place."

"That department supervisor has a problem?"

"A big problem," Schiller looked back at the computer screen and said, "When Batman first took office, the Wei En Group encountered a very serious information leak accident. This doesn't look like a mistake Batman would make."

"It seems his process of becoming President wasn't easy either," Seeing Natasha shook her head and sighed, "Even now, he has achieved total victory, isn't there still someone who wants to take advantage of the loopholes?"

"You sound like you feel sorry for him."

"Ha, I'm just feeling proud," Seeing Natasha said, "So many people are hunting him down, and the damage caused to him isn't as high as that one knife of mine. Isn't this worth being happy about?"

Schiller curled his lip and turned away without speaking. Seeing Natasha continued to look down at the materials, as if wanting to find some clues from them. As she looked, she suddenly said:

"If the mastermind is really a visitor from another world, he should know that finding two such amateurish guys won't kill me. Then why would he waste his effort?"

Just as she was speaking, the office door was knocked on again. A female agent poked her head in and said, "Sorry to bother you. This time, something really happened."

A minute later, everyone gathered in Seeing Natasha's office. The lighting in the room was very dim, making the photos on the projection appear even brighter—it was shockingly an "intimate photo" of Arkham Batman and Seeing Natasha.

Mr. President was facing the camera, Seeing Natasha was facing away from the camera, but by turning slightly, one could see a side profile. Perhaps because of the shooting angle, the two of them looked like they were stuck together. Arkham Batman was even reaching out his hand, looking like he wanted to put his arm around Seeing Natasha's waist.

Although it didn't count as a truly intimate photo, the posture was clearly beyond the normal scope of social interaction. And unfortunately, this photo had already made the front page headlines of all major social media.

"We tracked the social media account that first posted this photo, but we couldn't find the true owner of the account. Through the shooting angle, it can be seen that this should be the surveillance footage captured by surveillance camera No. 14 in the banquet hall on the top floor of the Wei En Building. This means someone hacked into the Wei En Building's cameras."

Another agent spoke up: "Currently, we believe that the other party released this photo just to confirm that Mr. President silenced someone. Now public opinion unanimously believes that the information security supervisor of the Wei En Department captured this photo through the camera, and in order not to let the photo spread, the President organized a cover-up arrest, and then took the opportunity to hire a killer."

"I have a question," Seeing Natasha said, "The President is single, and I am also single, so what is worth silencing someone over in this photo?"

"Uh..." the agent who spoke before said a bit awkwardly, "The problem is, the account that broke the photo also broke your name at the same time. Boss, the regional specificity of the name 'Seeing Natasha Romanoff' is really a bit too strong."

Seeing Natasha slapped her forehead with her palm.

?? Getting later and later.