Chapter 3855: The Nameless Bat (36)

"What are you doing?" Natasha asked.

"Blowing in the wind on the roof of Wei En Tower." Schiller's tone was still very flat. Natasha indeed heard some wind in the background, able to tell he was at a high place.

"Even if you can't find clues, you don't have to be so desperate, right? Do you want me to help you call the police?"

"That won't be necessary. Have you made any progress on your side?"

"A complete mess." Natasha said truthfully, "The Eden Killer, the killer manipulated by the Eden Killer, and the copycat. Honestly, I'd rather call this city 'Murder City'."

"Then you think too highly of Cat Getan. There's not only murder here. Alright, I really don't have time for idle chat, hanging up."

The communication was hung up. Natasha, however, frowned, because before hanging up, she vaguely heard a very subtle "click" sound, as if adjusting the connection of some equipment, which sounded a bit familiar.

Natasha thought about it for a long time, then suddenly sat up straight. "Sniper rifle?!"

On the roof of Wei En Tower, Schiller took off the goggles he had been adjusting for a long time, tilted his head again to bring his eyes close to the sniper scope, and searched for the target.

Under the magnification of the sniper scope, people came and went at the entrance of Wei En Tower, mostly in suits and leather shoes, occasionally passing by one or two particularly flamboyant ones: the man in a suit under the street lamp, the urban beauty beside the flower bed, the customer under the coffee shop canopy... Lex Luthor who had just stepped out of a Jaguar.

Schiller held his breath slightly, and the moment he locked onto the target and pulled the trigger, his whole body jolted violently. The bullet from the large-caliber sniper rifle tore through the calm air, heading straight for Lex Luthor's head.

At the moment it was about to hit Luthor's head, the already empty car suddenly let out a sharp honk. Luthor was so scared he took half a step back. With a "bang," the side window was completely shattered, and the fragments grazed Luthor's face and arm, making him let out a scream and fall down.

"Brother!" Lena Luthor, who had gotten out of the car with him, shouted. Bodyguards surrounded them instantly, and Luthor, realizing what he had encountered, endured the pain and stood up, looking toward where the bullet had flown, but there was no one there anymore.

The bodyguards scrambled to put Luthor into an ambulance, and Lena Luthor also left with them. No one bothered with the poor Jaguar that had its window broken—except Schiller.

He was wearing a suit no different from the people on this street, carrying a very ordinary briefcase, walked slowly to the car, just like the owner of the car, opened the driver's seat door and sat in, quickly hot-wired the car to start, and then drove the car directly to the FBI base garage.

Schiller took out his phone, put it to his ear, and said: "Call someone to check the car in parking space B02, check what caused the car to honk half an hour ago."

A team of FBI agents rushed out of the elevator at the fastest speed and came to the car to check. The technical personnel took out their toolbox, as well as various interfaces and data cables. Soon, a young man holding a wrench and wearing goggles walked over and said: "It's indeed unusual, Boss. The sudden honking should be due to a short circuit in the wires; now it's preliminarily suspected that a large amount of current passing through the wires at a certain moment caused the short circuit."

Schiller stood in place, holding a cigarette in his hand but not lighting it. He said: "Can you find the specific reason?"

Another female technical staff walked over and said: "This method is often used for assassination, but hackers who hack into electronic control systems usually cause the car to catch fire by short-circuiting the cigarette lighter and igniting surrounding things. Using it to honk is a first..."

"Are there any traces of external hacking?"

"No. Boss, the vehicle safety engineers of the Luthor Group have done very tight protection for the car, which should be to guard against this kind of murder method. There are no traces of the electronic control system's firewall being breached; it can't be external hacking."

"Is physical intrusion possible?"

"Impossible. The car's control system is fully enclosed, and there are no interfaces that can be used for electronic intrusion."

"Record all evidence completely, and then send it to me." Schiller put away the cigarette and turned to walk toward the elevator.

"Meeting again, Mr. Luthor." Schiller walked into the ward. He waved his hand, and his subordinates drove everyone else out, including Lena Luthor.

"You have to see this." Schiller handed a document to Luthor's eyes. Luthor subconsciously opened it, and when he saw the words "Vehicle Analysis Report," he was still a bit confused, but when he read the part about "honking," he opened his eyes in shock.

He closed the document, stared at Schiller with the same look, and said: "You fired that shot?!!"

"I never said that." Schiller said, "But you know that honk saved you. This isn't a coincidence. Your car was tampered with. Who controlled your car to honk at that exact time?"

"You are simply crazy!" Luthor roared at him, "If I hadn't been startled by the honking sound, my head would have blossomed!"

"Yes, but that's not important; what's important is the honking." Schiller said with his hands in his pants pockets, "There is something in your car that not only can see your state but also can save you with a reaction speed far exceeding human limits. Let's name this thing 'Electronic Superman' for now..."

"Don't name it that!" Luthor shouted.

"Fine." Schiller shrugged and said, "Whatever. In short, our technical personnel can only confirm that there is such a thing, but what exactly it is, we can't find out. You'd better contact your vehicle safety engineer, as well as the top technical personnel of the Luthor Group, to check what exactly that thing is."

"You fired a shot at me on the street, almost blew my head off, and then you ask me to check who controlled the car horn to save my life?! You don't want me to give his data to you, do you?!"

"Let's speak plainly, Mr. Luthor. My threat to you is temporary; if it weren't to investigate this matter, I wouldn't need to shoot at you. Killing you has no benefit to me. But this thing hidden in your car is different. If I hadn't forced him out today, he would never have shown himself until one day, sending you and the car into the Atlantic Ocean."

Luthor's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, but at least he didn't roar anymore. After a while, he said in a low tone: "How did you know this thing existed? If he hadn't saved me, I would have died today, right?"

"The Federation thanks you for your great sacrifice, Mr. Luthor. My time is limited; you can ask one more question."

"I asked you! How did you know this thing existed?!"

"Through the photo. The one you and your sister released. You'd better carefully ask her about the process of taking this photo, and how Natasha left that day."

Just as Schiller finished speaking, Lena Luthor rushed in. She seemed to have something to say, but when she saw Schiller's completely indifferent gray eyes, she stopped again.

"Wish you a speedy recovery, Mr. Luthor." Schiller left the ward.

After getting into the car, Schiller said: "Go to the Cat Getan Police Station."

The car stopped at the entrance of the Cat Getan Police Station. After he walked in, he was taken to the Commissioner's office. James Gordon looked extremely haggard; after seeing Schiller, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, but after seeing Schiller shake his head at him, that glimmer of light went out again.

"Sorry, Mr. Gordon. We haven't been able to find Miss Gordon yet. If there is any news, we will definitely notify you immediately. However, there were a few points missing from the last questioning regarding Miss Gordon; is it convenient to tell me more?"

"I have already told you everything I know. But if this helps find my daughter, I will tell you everything."

"Okay, thank you very much. Actually, it's mainly about your daughter's hacking skills. You know, the enemy who kidnapped her is highly likely to have taken a fancy to her skills. We want to investigate in this direction."

"Barbara is indeed a genius in hacking skills." Gordon sat down and then revealed a look of recollection, "At first she was self-taught, you know, just using the computer to play some cracking games, download some hacker code, and then learn to write it herself. Later she met Batman, and Batman taught her quite a bit. She also communicated with peers online..."

"Oh, interrupt for a second. Regarding this part, did she tell you which peer it was? Or do you know her friends online?"

Gordon shook his head and said: "I don't know. I really don't know much about this. And they don't seem to have met through ordinary social software; it might be on the dark web or something."

"Do you have anything like the computer she used before?"

Gordon frowned and thought for a while, saying: "I do have an old laptop at home. That was assigned to me by the bureau not long after I was promoted. Barbara liked to use that thing to play games when she was a child. I'm not sure if it helps..."

"Bring it here." Schiller said, "I will have technical personnel check if there are any clues."

Gordon nodded, then took Schiller home together, and dug out the dusty laptop from a box under the bed. He said: "This is a very old model. I kept using it until it couldn't be used at all; I don't even know if it can turn on now."

"The technical personnel will have a way." Schiller smiled at him and said.

20 minutes later, Schiller walked into an interrogation room with the laptop and said to the red-haired woman sitting inside: "You should recognize this, Miss Barbara Gordon?"

The red-haired woman raised her head, revealing exactly Barbara Gordon's face. She looked at the thing in Schiller's hand in shock and roared at him: "Where did you get this?! What did you do to my father?! You damn bastard!!!"

"He is the Police Commissioner; what could I do to him? I asked him for this, and I happened to find some illegal websites you had visited inside. These browsing records are enough to send you to jail for two years. Do you think your father would be willing to see this scene?"

"You despicable villain! Damn agent!!!"

"Alright, Miss Gordon. I saved you from the kidnapper. It's fine if you don't thank me. I just require you to truthfully explain the process of your kidnapping; if you are unwilling to cooperate, then I can only take some special measures."

"You'd better not have saved me!" Barbara shouted at Schiller, "I told you long ago, I don't know who kidnapped me at all; I was unconscious the whole time, and when I woke up, I was in your medical center. And checking the surrounding environment and finding the killer is the work of you agents! Why come and ask me?!"

"Because we highly suspect that you staged it yourself." Schiller said, "Or rather, you cooperated with Lena Luthor to stage a play. If there is nothing you want to say to us, then we will submit the evidence to the court."

"Wait!" Barbara shouted. She took a deep breath, clenched her fists tightly, and said, "I might... I might have some clues..."

"Speak."

"I really don't know who kidnapped me, and I don't know what they wanted to do, but... before I was kidnapped, I received an email. In order to find out the source of the email, I conducted some 'online activities'..."

Schiller sat down again, leaned forward, stared at Barbara with narrowed eyes, and said: "You found something, right?"

"Yes." Barbara pursed her lips and said, "I suspect it was because I caught their horse's feet that they couldn't wait to kidnap me."

?? This big event will be relatively long, so the pace isn't that fast. ===== CHAPTER 3856 =====