Chapter 3859: The Nameless Bat (40)

Looking at the Chinese characters on the paper, Schiller slowly stood up from the desk. Natasha couldn't hear the response from that side, so she called him:

"Schiller? Schiller, are you still listening?"

"He is coming for me." Schiller's voice sounded exceptionally low, and he said, "This is a clue specifically for me to see."

Natasha paused for a moment before asking: "Why?"

"I'm thinking." Schiller tapped his earpiece with his finger and said, "Among all the Schillers, very few expose Chinese characteristics. It definitely isn't Arrogance, because he looks like a vampire living in a medieval castle. Then it can only be Greed—his origin story and eating habits are the easiest to expose that Schiller is a native Chinese speaker."

"Are you saying he is the mastermind?"

"No, it's just that the other party knows some of my information through him, so they used this way to pass clues to me."

"Tell me what that is." Natasha's tone turned cold, seemingly not accepting Schiller's concealment.

"Go check the copycat." Schiller acted as if he hadn't heard, and continued: "Go check the victims who died at the hands of the copycat; they must have some common point."

"Do you think this case was done by the copycat?"

"I don't know, that's why you need to check. The sample size is already enough; as long as Antonio has the same common point as all the previous ones, the killer's identity can be determined."

Even communicating across a universe, Natasha could feel a certain danger signal through Schiller's tone. Through her contact with the Agent during this time, if Natasha had to compare him to some kind of animal, it wasn't a lion, not a gray wolf, not those large predators with sharp teeth and claws, nor poisonous insects, but an eagle.

He hovered for a long time, searching aimlessly, hovering somewhere until his wings rustled in the gale, accurately distinguishing whether what was rolling on the dark green grass was mud blown up by the wind or the prey he wanted. And when he dived down, no one could escape his sharp claws.

Searching the web in front of the computer in the office wasn't a signal of hunting, and even firing a shot at Luthor with a sniper rifle wasn't. And now, Natasha heard the wind howling in the electronic noise of the communication, sure that he had started to dive. And his prey would soon understand—the eagle is God's bullet.

The overly rich danger signal completely covered the content of the original conversation. This momentary trance of association was enough for Natasha to tense her muscles. She heard herself say: "I will investigate. What do you plan to do?"

"He has weaknesses." Schiller's voice seemed to come from very far away, "He can't hide himself forever. The rabbit will come out of the hole soon."

The communication was hung up. When the busy signal rang in Natasha's ear, she realized they had produced the same association. It's just that this wasn't out of place, and could even be said to be very reasonable, because the mastermind was like a rabbit digging holes everywhere.

First, he tried every means to weaken Batman in the Arkham Knight universe, and then committed murders one after another in the main universe. These behaviors weren't aimless; the so-called "cunning rabbit has three burrows," the more rabbit holes he dug, the less likely he was to be found.

Look at the tense Penguin and Gordon now. If Natasha told them now that the mastermind might be a network ghost, they would definitely think she was talking in her sleep.

The chaotic situation would make people make misjudgments: the anger of interests being damaged, sympathy for innocent victims, the despair of being unable to do anything while the situation collapses... these things would blind people's eyes, making the originally agile hunters blind, and no longer able to find the trail of that cunning rabbit.

Natasha took a deep breath. Fine, at least she got a clue about a rabbit hole now. But she needed to clear the weeds at the door first—the arguing between the Penguin and Gordon started again.

Natasha pulled out her pistol from her waist.

"Bang!"

The two separated instantly, one hiding behind the sofa, the other diving under the coffee table. The armed bodyguards rushed in, and at least twenty guns were aimed at the female agent's head.

"I really don't have time to play with you anymore." Natasha said, "Antonio didn't commit suicide; this is highly likely done by the Eden Killer's copycat. Now, I need to investigate, and you must cooperate. Do you understand?"

"Does the CIA have the qualification to point fingers here?!" The Penguin shouted, "Are you saying that damn killer can easily rush into my manor to kill?! You are talking nonsense! Bitch!"

Before he even finished the last word, he saw that red-haired figure appear behind the nearest armed bodyguard like an arrow off a bow, and then, "click!" a very crisp sound, the other party's neck twisted to an abnormal angle.

Immediately after, it was the Widow's Bite bullet fired; three people behind fell to the ground. The wounds turned abnormally black, and the neurotoxin would take their lives within ten seconds.

"Bang!" One shot, a blood hole appeared on the black bodyguard's forehead on the left. Immediately after, an elbow strike plus a side shoulder throw; the sound of the shoulder blade shattering when it hit the ground sounded very terrifying. Before the scream could fully come out, Natasha's pale hand held the bodyguard's own pistol and reached into his mouth—"Bang!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Someone fired at her. But the female agent did a neat roll, rolling directly behind the sofa where the Penguin was hiding. Before the umbrella gun the other party was holding could aim, it was snatched away by Natasha, and with a "whoosh," it whipped onto the Penguin's arm.

"Ow!" The Penguin let out a scream.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Natasha held a dagger to his throat. The Penguin screamed loudly: "James Gordon! Where the hell did you find this Medusa?!"

Gordon was clearly stunned by Natasha's skills. The last time he saw someone who could achieve a crushing victory in such a one-on-many situation was Batman, but he knew Batman wasn't always like this; he occasionally fell into some encounters.

"I'll repeat it again, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!" Natasha said coldly, "Now immediately hand over Antonio's data to me! And you, James Gordon—I'm willing to talk to you properly because of your status as Police Commissioner; if you don't understand what I'm saying, then I'll change the way—" her voice suddenly rose, "Give me the damn victim's data!"

"Calm down, Natasha. Even if you are a CIA agent, we should..."

"I said—give me the victim's data. Do you understand (Russian)?!"

"Oh, God." Gordon and the Penguin exclaimed in unison. Both raised their hands one after another: "Understood!"

Natasha put away her gun and pushed the Penguin. The Penguin scrambled up from the ground and waved at those bodyguards to let them deal with the corpses. Gordon was still immersed in shock, slowly crawling out from under the coffee table, his hand still raised in mid-air.

"Are you really from the CIA?" Gordon couldn't help but ask.

"Do you really think the CIA would hire someone named Natasha Romanoff?" Natasha asked rhetorically.

"Usually they wouldn't... but they usually aren't very 'usual'." Gordon wiped his sweat, "Actually, when I heard this name, I was suspicious."

"Your suspicion was right." Natasha didn't want to explain anymore, she said, "Batman arranged for me to come here. Give me the data."

"Batman?! You mean he... oh, God... this isn't true, right? He... oh, God..."

While Gordon was still exclaiming, Natasha had already received Antonio's life data from the Penguin's subordinates, as well as the confession he spat out under torture.

"Back to Cat Getan Police Station." Natasha said to Gordon, "I must find out what connection these copycat victims have. They must have some connection."

The police car soon drove back to the Cat Getan Police Station. Gordon had to dig through a pile of data to find some useful case information for Natasha. He couldn't help but tease himself: "I never thought one day I would commit treason in this way."

"As long as the killer isn't a Russian, or I'm not the killer's accomplice, you don't count as committing treason." Natasha flipped through the documents without raising her head, "Is this all the data on the mayor?"

"Of course not, it's just because there's too much data that I don't know what to give you." Gordon sighed, "And there are many that the police station doesn't have; you might have to go to the Municipal Office or the News Center to find them."

"Let your people find them for me." Natasha sat down at the desk and said, "I need an assistant, high IQ, quick reaction, with experience in handling clerical work. Preferably a girl."

Then she said nothing, starting to check the data. Gordon had no other way, because the police station really couldn't handle the current situation. Whether it was the Eden Killer or his copycats, the police couldn't catch their tails, let alone find out who they were. Now that someone was willing to stand up and do something, or at least show they were trying to do something, it was already God's blessing.

Gordon called Schiller.

"Yes, Professor. Now police officers will cause a stir wherever they appear, and those damn hyenas with sensitive noses will definitely spread rumors that someone died there again. So I can only trouble you to go to the Municipal Building. By the way, send Mnemosyne to the police station; the Agent lady might need her help."

Soon, a girl with messy orange-red hair appeared in Gordon's office with the data Schiller found from the Municipal Building. Seeing the pile of paper documents filling the office, she couldn't help but complain: "When exactly do you intend to let the police station enter the modern society? What's wrong with electronic office work?"

"The biggest problem is that it's not safe enough." Gordon was still the same old cliché.

"Yeah, especially when your daughter is a top hacker." Mnemosyne said without raising her head. She walked to the opposite side of Natasha and sat down, just taking a slight glance to know which stage Natasha's investigation had reached. She didn't say anything, just picked up the documents beside her and started reading.

She flipped through them very quickly, so fast that Gordon felt she didn't even read them properly. The documents at hand disappeared at a bizarre speed. About half an hour later, Mnemosyne said: "I probably know what's going on."

Natasha looked up, the two looked at each other, and then simultaneously pushed a document they had toward the front. Gordon walked up and saw the same name written on both documents:

"'Draft Resolution on Matters Related to the Development of the Motalin Natural Plant Reserve'?"

"So far, all the copycat victims have more or less participated in the formulation and promotion of this draft, including the mayor and the judge. Antonio also commented on the protesters who blocked the promotion of this draft in his show with a tone that wasn't friendly."

Gordon's eyes flashed; he seemed to know who the copycat was. He immediately took out his phone and roared at the other side: "Go find Poison Ivy Pamela Isley immediately!" ===== CHAPTER 3860 =====

"Up until now, all the victims of the copycat crimes have, to varying degrees, participated in the drafting and promotion of this bill, including the mayor and the judge. Antonio also used a rather unfriendly, mocking tone on his show to comment on the protesters who were trying to stop the bill from being pushed through."

Gordon's eyes flashed; he seemed to know who the copycat was. He immediately pulled out his phone and shouted into it, "Go find Poison Ivy, Pamela Isley, right now!"