Chapter 3886

"What?" The Pale Knight couldn't help but be stunned. He opened his mouth, his gaze fell onto Natasha's red hair again, and then he said, "Don't tell me that's how you got dragged into this?"

"I was dragged into this by Batman," Natasha said with some helplessness. "Now is not the time to talk about this. That guy is obsessed with red-haired women. I saw in the newspaper that a red-haired reporter was arrested here; that might be the person it is looking for. No matter what it wants to do, you had better stop it."

"That is the problem," the Pale Knight frowned, saying with some difficulty, "It's not that we don't want to stop it, but he doesn't know what means he used to actually make the majority of congressmen agree to a second referendum. Fiona is too young, her language is too sharp, and she was caught by them..."

"What did she say?" Natasha asked. "I only saw the news of her arrest in the newspaper. It said she had remarks about splitting the country?"

"Yes. You might not know, Cat Getan in our universe became an independent state, and the new tax law that continues my policies has brought quite good benefits to the majority of ordinary people in Cat Getan. Fiona's father, Willy, was a revolutionary and a fighter, and his voluntary sacrifice added bricks and tiles to today's beautiful situation. Fiona absolutely will not allow anyone to destroy the fruits of her father's revolution. So when Congress proposed a second referendum, she cursed the congressmen and emphasized Cat Getan's independent status. But the bad thing is that her wording was too sharp, and it was taken out of context by others as 'she wants Cat Getan to break away from the federation,' and naturally she ended up with an accusation of splitting the country."

Natasha hesitated slightly, then said, "So, why not be independent?"

"What?"

"Why don't you plan to be independent and become a country?"

The Pale Knight was stunned again. He pursed his lips and said, "How can it be that simple? The federal government would absolutely not allow..."

"Whether you can be independent doesn't depend on who allows it, but on whether you have such strength," Natasha said. "In my universe, there is a small country called Wakanda, which is the most advanced and developed country in Africa. When France was colonizing Africa crazily, it wasn't like they hadn't had designs on them, but because they already had a shielding barrier at that time, they couldn't even touch the edge of their territory..."

"Wait," the Pale Knight suddenly interrupted Natasha and said, "Are you talking about a shielding barrier? What is it roughly like?"

"Wakanda is located on the East African plains, and their shielding layer is equivalent to a bowl placed on the ground, protecting the entire country. And their technological level leads the Earth; without their permission, nothing can get in."

"My god, how did they develop these technologies?" The Pale Knight couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's related to magic," Natasha said. "The gods their tribes believe in really exist and provide shelter for the tribal chiefs. And they have a unique metal that is a specialty there, and their materials science is far ahead. And their several leaders have all been quite capable and have high prestige internationally..."

The Pale Knight rubbed his chin and said, "Sounds like it might not be very hard to achieve. I previously discussed with Batman the possibility of making Cat Getan physically independent, but to fly directly like in other universes, the commotion is still a bit too big. We were worried it might affect the lives of ordinary people. But if we set up a cover to isolate this place, that would be a good idea."

"The premise is that you must be united as one. If after setting up the shielding barrier, someone protests internally, that would be troublesome," Natasha reminded.

"Makes sense," the Pale Knight nodded and said. "As of now, the majority of ordinary people in Cat Getan stand with us. Batman should be able to handle the upper class; if all else fails, just let them get out."

"And the plan you mentioned about physical independence also has a certain feasibility. But I think there is no need to fly into the sky, or, how about moving it into the Atlantic Ocean?"

"What do you mean?"

"Cat Getan is a peninsula surrounded by sea on three sides, and the terrain is a bit like Italy. The part bordering the land is the biggest weakness. If you become a pure island surrounded by water on four sides, then the entry and exit will be controlled by you. So you can completely move Cat Getan eastward after establishing the shielding barrier, so it is no longer connected to the land, and the independence will naturally be much greater."

"That is indeed not bad," the Pale Knight thought for a moment and said. "I am going to find Batman to discuss this matter. Fiona's side will be left to you and Gordon; absolutely do not let the federal government kill her to silence her."

"Rest assured. Even if the congressmen want to do this, the electronic lifeform won't agree. I went in to see her just to ensure that the electronic lifeform is indeed paying attention to her. As long as this is the case, she can absolutely not be in danger."

The Pale Knight left in a hurry. Natasha walked into the corridor of the interrogation room to the side, flashed her credentials at the agent, and said, "CIA, Agent Romanoff. Fiona Travell is involved in an overseas intelligence leak case, and I have been ordered to investigate. Now let me see the person involved."

The two FBI agents looked at each other. One of them picked up the walkie-talkie and asked for instructions. Not long after, Natasha was let in. Then an agent who looked very experienced shook hands with her.

"Welcome, Agent Romanoff. I didn't receive an order for a joint investigation, I don't know if you..."

"This is my private operation. We don't have law enforcement power within the federation, and there hasn't been joint law enforcement within the territory for 20 years. You don't even know this?"

"Oh, no. I just wanted to know, what is this so-called intelligence leak case about? Could it be that Miss Travell is really a spy?"

"Of course not, it's just that her father was a veteran of the Afghan battlefield. After she debuted, she published several reports targeting the Afghan war, and we believe there is a suspicion of passing signals to overseas forces."

Natasha raised her eyebrows at the agent. The other party immediately understood—this is probably wanting to find a scapegoat for a case that needs to be cleared up but cannot be cleared up.

Anyway, this little girl has already been accused by the FBI of splitting the country, so it doesn't matter if she carries another charge of being a spy. And I'm afraid she won't be able to walk out of the interrogation room alive, so what the charges are doesn't matter.

Natasha was soon brought to Fiona. The other agents left, leaving only the two of them. Natasha looked straight into Fiona's eyes full of anger, and for a moment she was a bit dazed, as if she had suddenly seen her 17-year-old self.

"Miss Travell, our time is precious, I will keep it short. I'm afraid it will be hard for you to leave here alive, so what charges you will have is decided by those people outside."

"Even if you kill me, I won't change my point of view. Cat Getan's independence is the choice of the people. In a country that claims to be democratic, this is a great victory, not a shame that should be wiped away. You have forgotten the founding foundation of the federation and are trying to kill democracy with your own hands. If I die, God will know who the real patriot is!"

Natasha could tell that the little girl in front of her, like her sacrificed father, was a true hard bone. But who wasn't like that at 17?

"Alright, it seems I cannot change your mind. It's just that I need to remind you, the closer the footsteps of death are to you, the more you need to stay clear-headed. Don't let anger blind your eyes. God bless you, Miss Travell."

Natasha turned and left. Fiona behind her frowned and stared at her, clearly having heard the implication in Natasha's words. This agent who claimed to be from the CIA seemed different from those federal government lackeys. At this moment, Fiona keenly sensed the similarity between Natasha's soul and her own, as if a flash of inspiration had struck. She began to think carefully about Natasha's words.

Just at this moment, she suddenly saw the camera in the corner of the room move. The camera that was originally filming the door suddenly turned to face her face, and the red dot above it began to flash continuously.

Fiona frowned. She counted the frequency of the red dot's flashing, and suddenly opened her eyes wide—Morse code!

Her father was a veteran and had once been a communications soldier in the Marine Corps, knowing how to solve many kinds of codes. Fiona had learned many kinds of codes from Willy when she was a child, including Morse code and double Morse code, and could even crack a complete sentence from beginning to end without written records.

Fiona began to memorize silently in her heart, but this line of code was surprisingly short. Translated, it was only one phrase—"Six o'clock in the afternoon."

Six o'clock? What will happen at six o'clock?

In order to create a sense of oppression and weaken the prisoner's perception of time, there were usually no clocks in the interrogation room. But Fiona remembered that it was about four o'clock in the afternoon when she came in, and now more than an hour had passed, so it shouldn't be far from six o'clock.

Fiona counted the time silently in her heart. Suddenly, she heard the sharp alarm sound of the smoke detector, followed by cursing and heavy footsteps. Many people ran past the door, and thick smoke began to roll between the cracks of the door.

Suddenly, the door was opened. A cleaner who looked a bit panicked walked to Fiona's side and helped her unlock the handcuffs. He said to Fiona, "Run."

Fiona was a bit hesitant, she said, "You..."

"Do you remember that your father established a veterans' mutual aid association?" The other party looked into Fiona's eyes and said, "I am a beneficiary of his. The money he raised for me kept me from being permanently paralyzed. No time to explain, run quickly."

"Let's run together," Fiona grabbed his arm and said. "It must be on fire outside, do you know which way is the fastest?"

"We have to go out from the back door, follow me."

The other party took Fiona through the emergency exit. This building of the Cat Getan police station also had some years on it, and it seemed to have been an Irishman's mansion before. The emergency exit was added later, so it was small and narrow, and many sundries were piled up in front of the door. Because of this, basically no one walked this way. The two ran down the stairs smoothly.

Fiona looked back while running out, seeing thick smoke billowing from the floor where she was. She looked at the cleaner and asked, "Did you set this fire?"

"No, but I heard it was aging circuits," the other party said. "The police station's facilities are too old, it's normal for it to catch fire due to aging circuits."

Fiona wanted to nod, but she suddenly thought of something, looked at the watch on the cleaner's hand, and asked, "What time is it now?"

The other party lowered his head to glance at his watch and said, "Six o'clock, it's exactly six o'clock now."

Fiona frowned deeply.