Chapter 3850

"I think we should take a break." Natasha sent a text message to Schiller, "We have completed too many projects that are not included in the salary Batman sent us. We even almost deduced the murderer for him. Don't you think we need an administrative leave?"

"Not interested." Schiller replied.

"What are you doing?"

"Browsing the internet."

"In the situation where you know there might be an electronic life form messing around behind the scenes? Maybe he is watching you through the camera."

"Useless. I am very sure this universe doesn't have iris recognition technology. Batman didn't invent it. So what if he sees it?"

Natasha typed on her phone quickly: "He will know what you look like. Maybe he will even publish your face."

"You know the identity of an FBI agent is public, right? I'm not a spy, I'm a policeman."

"You are truly boring to the extreme." Natasha sighed while typing, "This meeting is also boring to the extreme. They invited me over just because I am the suspected lover of the President. They might be counting on me to convey their attitude of working hard to the President."

"You can pretend to sleep." Schiller's reply was as flat as ever. Natasha could think of his tone through the text.

"Forget it, I need something to refresh myself." Natasha sat at the table and tapped on the phone keyboard, "The coffee at headquarters is terrible. I suspect they concentrated the essence of Washington's sewers in the coffee machine."

"I am checking the internal files of the FBI."

Seeing this sentence, Natasha sat up straight immediately, thinking he had investigated the clues of the mastermind. As a result, Schiller sent a message: "The groundwater pollution reports related to Washington last year reached a high number. It is indeed concentrated enough."

Natasha pushed the cup filled with coffee in front of her a little further away.

She looked up and saw the head of the CIA still talking endlessly above. Natasha listened a little, then typed: "They mentioned a sense of crisis."

"Sense of crisis? With the Amazon?"

"No. They feel the President relies too much on the Justice League, letting the Justice League do many things that should have been done by them."

"Then the one who should have a sense of crisis is the FBI. Only your small group in the entire CIA has domestic law enforcement power."

"Yes. But it looks like our boss wants me to persuade the President to distribute this right widely to the CIA. From his eyes, he hopes the persuasion location is in bed."

"Batman wouldn't do that." Schiller's typing speed made Natasha realize he was using a computer.

"Of course. Precisely because I am a visitor from another world and cannot stay here forever, I can have such privileges. Batman wouldn't give local residents such great authority. Oh, by the way, you are an exception."

"Not really." Schiller replied with one message, then another, "I applied to him for the usage permission of Brother Eye, and he refused."

"You really dare to apply." Natasha couldn't help but click her tongue.

"Completely out of duty needs. He refused my application, so I proposed to him to completely block this system to ensure that the evil electronic life form has no opportunity to exploit."

"Did he agree?"

"Not yet replied. I'm not sure if this is avoiding the problem, or if he has some plan for it."

"Do you think Batman would think of an electronic life form?"

"I said, Batman senses everything earlier than we imagine. Otherwise, what did he talk to Lex about privately? And what did he let Arkham Knight do?"

"We really should go on vacation." Natasha crossed her legs, lowered her head and typed on the phone, "As long as we don't work, Batman will do all our work."

She paused, then typed another line and asked: "If it's an administrative leave, where do you plan to go?"

"What?"

"Where do you plan to go on vacation?"

"What's wrong with home?"

"Jesus Christ! You plan to spend two months at home instead of going out to travel?"

"Aren't you?"

"Of course not. Although I know this doesn't fit the stereotype, Black Widow also has vacations. When I was in the Soviet Union, I would choose to stay in Anapa for two weeks. And in the United States, that damn Nick wouldn't give me too long, so I would go to Long Island."

"Miss Tony Stark?"

"Forget it. I really don't know how a place with so many hot boys could produce a Tony Stark. Don't change the subject, where do you usually go?"

"Xia Weiyi."

"I knew it! You live like the protagonist in a Hollywood spy movie from the 1990s. At the beginning of every film, you would receive a call from your top boss on a lounge chair in Xia Weiyi, get involved in a major transnational criminal case, be chased by killers on the way back to the city, and meet a hot blonde girl by chance..."

"You really watched a lot." Schiller replied, "I seem to have finished watching all the '007' through your text. Thank you for saving me the movie ticket money."

Looking at Schiller's dry reply, Natasha sighed deeply. She said: "Let me teach you, boy. The correct reply at this time is 'It's a pity you are a redhead'. Understand?"

"No. Nothing is a pity. You would be ugly if you were blonde."

Natasha fell onto the table.

She looked up again and saw that her top boss still didn't intend to stop talking, so she had to choose to change the target and began to send messages to Arkham Batman.

"Do you know how difficult he is to deal with?" Natasha couldn't help complaining, "I didn't expect to have any intimate contact with him (if I had a chance to kill him, I would), but even chatting is impossible. Sigh."

Arkham Batman's reply speed was as slow as an elderly person who never uses a smartphone. He said: "Sending a message to your ex-boyfriend to complain about how difficult your current target is, isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Aren't you targeting him?"

"You are not my ex-boyfriend. At least in this universe, I am still your current lover with a very unique name and a suspicious background. Or have you already planned to clarify?"

"No, I'm busy with something else." Arkham Batman's message replied very slowly, looking like he really had something on his hands, "The Justice League members have some objections to the style of the Gotham base. I am drawing the third version of the blueprint. Superman decided to remove the tower. What do you think?"

Along with the message was a blueprint. Natasha looked at it casually and said: "It doesn't look like a magic building at all. But removing the tower will indeed look better. Will it affect functionality?"

"No. Superman said he would replace the drone patrol on the tower. He has always been a person who keeps his word. And we are worried that this will make him very tired. Maybe his dog can help."

"Is talking to your current lover about your best partner and soulmate also inappropriate? How is Wonder Woman?"

"She went back to clean up the mess I caused. I guess she will have a good talk with her brother to solve some hidden dangers sealed on Mount Olympus. But overall, she is much better."

"You have also become difficult to deal with. Or is text always going to limit people like you from expressing?"

"I am using voice input. Considering that your top boss might not be willing to hear my voice at this time, I turned them into text."

"Then your accent is quite standard... Oh my god, I must have been corrupted by the agent. If I keep chatting with him, I will completely forget how to flirt. Tell me."

"Before, you would definitely let me pant for a while. But even if you are not in public now, I can't do that."

"Because you need to focus on drawing the blueprint?"

"Because I'm not sure if this counts as sexual harassment of an electronic life form."

"You really found out." Natasha curled her lips, paused, and replied, "I guess he absolutely wouldn't think of the plan I just had in my head to deal with him. Inspiration comes from you."

"Better not do that. I really have to finish the blueprint before tonight. And, the bathroom water is cut off."

Natasha couldn't help laughing, fortunately not out loud. So her top boss just glanced at her.

"There is another reason." Arkham Batman replied again, "I guess he might be learning."

"Who?" Natasha was shocked, "The agent? The sun rose from the west?!"

"Electronic life form." From the speed of the reply, one could see Arkham Batman's helplessness, he said. "He is learning everything related to sex. So we'd better not talk about it."

"Conclusion given by the psychiatrist?"

"Not really. You know I don't trust psychoanalysis. His opinion can only be used as a reference. It was my own judgment. And I am collecting information more widely now."

"Sounds like the prelude to a new job."

"Sort of. Do you have friends in other universes?"

Looking at this message, Natasha frowned. Her fingers tapped lightly across the screen, continuing to type: "Don't tell me that thing came from another universe. I will have an obviously misleading suspect direction."

"Tell me."

"Ultron." Natasha paused and typed, "Usually an evil robot, an artificial intelligence that can completely rival Jarvis, triggering many intellectual crises in many universes. Schiller and I suspected him, but there is no evidence."

"What type of artificial intelligence is he?"

"I was born in 1928."

"You mean 'question-and-answer type'?"

"I mean I am an old lady almost 100 years old. This question is beyond my knowledge scope."

"Fine. Has he controlled the global network?"

"Perhaps."

"Then what did he do?"

"Killed several superheroes, triggered a war. Of course, he might have achieved greater results in some universes. But in short, he hates intelligent life very much, and there is a special hatred in his heart."

"Sounds not quite right." Arkham Batman replied quickly, "If he hates intelligent life, he shouldn't study our mating process. But he might be learning things in this regard."

"Where exactly did you see it?"

"Batman from another universe sent me some interesting things." Along with this message were a bunch of pictures. Natasha slid down, a large area of red.

"Oh, my god!" She hadn't even finished looking at the pictures, and couldn't help but frown and send a message, then flipped up, finished reading all the bloody crime scenes, and then replied, "This is a serial murder case? Why did they all die in a connected state?"

"Not only that." Arkham Batman replied, "They are all johns and prostitutes, killed one after another within two weeks. The ones doing it are a man and a woman, codenamed Adam and Eve. But after the judgment of professionals, they were just manipulated by a serial killer codenamed Eden Killer. There is also one with a different style, but equally difficult to deal with, a copycat who killed the Mayor of the city where this Batman is."

"What a mess." Natasha couldn't help but evaluate, "You mean you can find ten thousand lunatics with an IQ higher than 180 in your city, but you can't do anything about a serial killer who only hunts prostitutes?"

"It's not that we can't do anything, it's just that Batman in that universe is busy with more important things and can't get away for the time being. And because the Mayor died, the upper society there is also in danger. The pressure on the police chief is very high. Perhaps it won't be long before they request support."

"You wouldn't be wanting me to go support, would you?"

"Otherwise, it would be Agent Rodriguez. I believe he will put even more pressure on James Gordon after he goes."

"Why? I think he is more focused on work than me."

"Just because he is too focused is the problem." Arkham Batman replied, "If the mastermind is an electronic life form, then there is no murderer for him to catch. How many suspects do you think he will stuff into prison?"

"Sounds like a real problem. Fine, the reward still has to be raised. And I might also send a few unlucky guys to prison."

"No problem, deal. You can prepare to set off after the meeting."

Just at this time, Natasha heard the good news that the meeting was over. So she put away her phone and didn't look at the last message Arkham Batman sent her:

"And most importantly, the Professor is in that universe. It's best not to disturb him if there's nothing... and don't disturb him if there is something."