Chapter 3832: The Nameless Bat (13)

"Boss." Another agent knocked on the door and walked in, holding a document and saying: "The technical department's report shows that no intrusion into the Wei En Group's network was found. It can basically be ruled out that it was an online hack; it's more likely that it was done offline."

"The information security supervisor's suspicion is higher." Schiller's fingers tapped lightly on the desktop, and he said: "It could also be someone else in the Wei En Group. The department supervisors have more or less connections with Diamond Street, and they all have suspicion."

"But we can't arrest them all." Another female agent crossed her arms and frowned: "I will go investigate if they have had any suspicious actions recently. But this kind of behavior is very sensitive; it's best to get Mr. President's consent first."

"We cannot contact Mr. President." The older agent sitting in the front row pushed up his glasses and said: "He declined all communications about three hours ago, and the signal from his locator has also disappeared. According to Washington, this situation will last for at least 24 hours."

"Take action." Seeing Natasha said: "I will take full responsibility for whatever happens."

Everyone stood up from their seats, preparing to perform their respective duties. Schiller and Seeing Natasha stayed until the end, and Schiller lowered his voice and said: "Special situations require special handling; we have to inform those people in the Justice League."

"Is it that serious?" Seeing Natasha's brow furrowed tighter and tighter; she looked at Schiller and said: "Although flirting with a Slavic female agent is a bit damaging to one's reputation, it doesn't reach the level of being handled by the Justice League, right?"

"Do you really think this matter was just done by Diamond Street?"

"Otherwise? Even if they colluded with a visitor from another world, that person's level isn't very good. Otherwise, how could they stage two such unprofessional attacks to alert the enemy?"

"Have you ever thought that this is a smoke bomb to confuse you? To make you think he has no skills, thereby letting your guard down."

"I never let my guard down." Seeing Natasha said: "But this matter is indeed a bit suspicious; I will go talk to them."

Schiller and Seeing Natasha parted at the stairs. He returned to the office, where agents were discussing work in groups of three or five. One of them walked in and said: "Boss, that group of FBI working with the local police station wants us to interfere less in their work. Did you bypass them to put pressure on the local police station?"

"There was a problem." Schiller said very briefly: "The killer in the suburban villa murder case attacked the CIA who went to investigate. I had to make them get some information quickly, otherwise that group of CIA would be impatient to use the law enforcement power they just got."

"Is there any work that needs us to do?"

"Of course. There are two things: you take a team to watch Diamond Street and see if there are any abnormal activities there; Nina, you take another team to the Cat Getan Police Station, and once someone reports a murder or other heinous crime, you tell me."

The agents in the office soon dispersed, but a few technical staff remained. One of the young male agents wearing glasses took off his headset and said: "Boss, the monitoring equipment you left on the ambulance heard some information. Do you want to come over and listen?"

Schiller walked behind him, supporting himself on the table with one hand, and picked up the headset with the other, but didn't put it on, just held it to his ear, listening to the conversation inside.

It was the victim's daughter, the little girl sitting in the back of the ambulance, crying and talking to the doctor. At first, she was just talking about her fear, but at the end of the conversation, the little girl mentioned the content of her parents' argument. Somewhat unexpectedly, it wasn't the claim of cheating given by the police station; their dispute seemed to be because of the rise and fall of a certain fund stock.

Another technical staff member obviously also finished listening to the recording, and he said while typing on the keyboard: "This claim is more credible. I just found out that in this family, it's not just the woman cheating; the man is also cheating. To be precise, they are each playing their own game, and this state has been maintained for three years. Even if their relationship were to break down, it wouldn't be just now."

"And, according to the psychological profile of the killer by the Behavioral Analysis Department, she is not an emotional person. Being able to reach the position of a professional fund manager at one of the top three investment banks on Diamond Street, she should cherish her career far more than anyone else. The possibility of murder due to interest disputes is higher than murder due to emotional disputes."

Schiller stood behind the two thinking, when suddenly a report came through his headset: "Boss, we are now on Diamond Street, and I see a helicopter."

"Helicopter?"

"Yes."

"Whose helicopter?"

"Luthor Group's."

"Boss, there's news." A female agent pressed her earpiece and rushed into Seeing Natasha's office and said: "About a month ago, the Luthor Group in Metropolis established a project called the 'Trans-Atlantic Policy Reserve Fund', with more than 60 groups injecting capital into the project, and over 1,000 professional managers participating. The killer in the suburban villa murder case was one of the principals of the first phase of the fund's operation."

"Lex Luthor..." Seeing Natasha chewed the name in her mouth, turned the pen in her hand and said: "What exactly does this fund do?"

"Overall, it belongs to a risk-hedging hedge fund." The subordinate said as concisely as possible: "Since the new President took office, many policies have not been friendly to the financial industry. This fund is to deal with the impact of future policies on the financial and economic development of the East Coast, and to reserve funds for the financial fluctuations that new policies may bring."

"Is it legal?" Seeing Natasha frowned and asked.

"Currently, it still looks legal." The subordinate thought for a while and said: "But the wind we heard in Washington is that the President is preparing to legislate to rectify the financial industry, so it's hard to say whether it will be legal in the future."

"So that's it." Seeing Natasha said: "To deny the rationality of a person's policy, one must first deny the legitimacy of a person. Spreading rumors with a female agent suspected of being a foreign spy couldn't be better."

"The military side doesn't seem to support this decision either." The subordinate said: "The defense funds that the financial industry can provide are quite a lot."

"These are not important." Seeing Natasha shook her head and said: "No one can change what Batman decides. Congress has long since become a mere formality; they are just struggling on their deathbeds."

Another agent rushed in and said: "Boss, Lex Luthor has come to Cat Getan!"

Seeing Natasha stood up with a start: "Where is he?"

"Stagg Navigator Building. It is very likely that he is here to meet Lee Stagg, the nephew of the former CEO of Stagg Pharmaceuticals, Simon Stagg."

"Five minutes, I want evidence of this guy's treason."

"Wait." Schiller's voice appeared at the door. He walked in wearing a windbreaker, and the agents behind him were also fully armed. He looked at Seeing Natasha and said: "They might be waiting for you to go over. Don't be so impulsive."

"What can he do to me?" Seeing Natasha sneered and said: "Do you expect those little water guns of theirs to cause me trouble?"

"They aren't carrying guns, but reporters." Schiller took out a stack of photos and placed them on the table, pushing the photos over with his finger. Seeing Natasha was skeptical, first raising her eyes to look at Schiller, but Schiller just lowered his eyelids. Then she picked up the stack of photos.

On them were several cars; through the reflection of the side windows, one could see the side profiles of several people. And the photos below were the front and side profile photos of famous reporters from the Cat Getan Daily and Metropolis Daily; with a little discrimination, one could recognize that they were the same person.

"If nothing goes wrong, after you rush over, the only person you can catch is Stagg. And Luthor will pretend to defend his business partner and confront you. By then, no matter what you say, your appearance, tone, and voice will be made public."

"So what?"

"Your background can't stand scrutiny." Schiller shook his head and said: "Not being able to find anything is the biggest problem. They will think that the President is blinded by lust, preferring to wash away your KGB background just to arrange you by his side. This can deal a great blow to his prestige."

"Batman doesn't care about this."

"Indeed, but what I'm most worried about is that they might take action against you. Not the two small scuffles before; this time it might be for real."

"What are they going to use to take me down?"

"What did I use to take you down?"

"But that time..."

"It's the same, ma'am." Schiller seemed a bit impatient, and he said: "If you insist on going, I don't mind taking you down again."

"Then you go ahead and try." Seeing Natasha was also a bit angry.

Schiller took a step to the side; Seeing Natasha thought he was going to take action, subconsciously reaching out to block. As a result, Schiller didn't have any excessive movements; he just took a step, revealing a red and blue figure behind him—it was Superman.

Seeing Natasha widened her eyes and said: "How did you let him out?!"

Schiller sighed and said: "He is a person, not a tool, nor a game character. If you talk to him like a person, he can understand. I briefly introduced the current situation to him, and he feels that he has an obligation to help Batman clear his name of being framed. The first thing to do is to prevent you from being exposed to the media lens."

"Sorry, ma'am." Superman said: "I know you have your duties, but I also have mine. I have dealt with Luthor for a long time; he is very smart, but also very despicable. You had better not rashly come into contact with him."

Seeing Natasha hesitated where she stood. If it weren't for Superman, she might have tried to run, but now Superman was standing less than two meters away from her. Let alone Black Widow, even a T-Rex couldn't run away.

"Fine, what do you want?" Seeing Natasha looked at Schiller.

"You go to Superman's interrogation room and stay for a while, and I'll go meet Luthor. Whether it's luring you into the trap or luring the tiger away from the mountain, as long as you stay with Superman, you are absolutely safe."

Superman showed a smile to Seeing Natasha. Seeing Natasha sighed and said: "Fine, I hope you guys can really talk out something."

"Both of you go to Wonder Woman's interrogation room." Schiller said: "Moon Knight has applied a magical protective barrier there; not only can people not get out, but it also isolates electronic signals, equivalent to a completely sealed room, which is safer."

"You're a bit too cautious." Although she said this, Seeing Natasha still turned and walked out the door, and she said: "I'm really getting more and more curious about your professional experience."

When Seeing Natasha and Superman were stuffed into Wonder Woman's interrogation room together, Wonder Woman was clearly full of question marks. But Schiller didn't intend to talk to them much at all, slammed the door shut from the outside, and after locking the door, said to the subordinates behind him: "You two stay here, don't open the door no matter who comes."

"Uh, what about water and food?"

"No need to send it; they aren't normal people, they won't die of thirst or hunger, and they don't need to use the restroom. Don't talk to them."

After Schiller finished giving instructions, while reaching out to zip up his windbreaker, he said: "Find someone to drive all the cars, and then find a car rental agency, let their people drive, and go occupy all the legal parking spaces within two miles of the Navigator Building for me, don't miss a single one. Go call the city patrol police again and tell them the FBI is giving them a big order."

Schiller walked very fast, walking down the stairs all the way, taking a car with two subordinates, and then said: "Give me the fire department's phone number."

They drove all the way to the entrance of the Navigator Building. When getting out of the car, he said to a subordinate behind him: "Find a way to mix into the building opposite." Schiller pointed to the building opposite the Navigator Building that was about 5 floors higher than his, and then said: "Go to the rooftop."

"What for?"

Schiller took a small mirror out of his windbreaker pocket, handed it to the agent, and then said: "Don't need to do anything, just use this mirror to shine toward the top floor of the Navigator Building, shine it about every 15 minutes."

The agent nodded, walked toward the opposite side of the street, and soon his back disappeared into the crowd. Schiller watched him skillfully chat with the front desk of the building opposite, and soon entered the elevator of that building.

And Schiller also entered the Navigator Building, took out his credentials from the pocket of his windbreaker, and flashed his credentials at the front desk of the building: "FBI Agent Rodriguez, invited by the GCPD to investigate the murder of the supervisor of the Wei En Group Information Security Department. We found that about a week before the deceased died, he had contact with Lee Stagg, the current CEO of Stagg Pharmaceuticals, at a banquet. Hope Mr. Stagg can cooperate with the investigation."

"Sorry, but our CEO has an appointment..."

"This isn't a discussion, ma'am." Schiller gave his two subordinates a look, and the two agents behind him walked directly to the door and started setting up caution tape. He looked at the front desk employee and said: "I will wait until their conversation is over."