Chapter 3900

Arkham Batman walked quickly into the office of the Justice League Cat Getan Base, and then saw Wonder Woman lying on the table. The moment the other party saw him, she wanted to walk over, but then backed away a few steps as if remembering something.

"Don't be like this, Diana," Arkham Batman took the initiative to step forward and said. "I have never doubted you. That matter back then had nothing to do with you, and you were trying your best to make up for it. I know it all."

Wonder Woman's emotions were like a mountain flood that had been blocked for a long time finally finding a breakthrough. She walked over and hugged Arkham Batman tightly. Arkham Batman patted her back comfortingly.

"Now I'm back because I've made a decision," Arkham Batman first gently pushed Wonder Woman away, but then held her face with both hands and looked directly into her eyes, saying, "I choose to believe you. You have to help me do something, Diana."

Wonder Woman was clearly not the type to wallow in sorrow either. Although tears had filled her eye sockets, she still didn't let a single tear fall, just took a deep breath, held Arkham Batman's wrist in return, and said, "What do you need me to do?"

"The electronic lifeform wants to trick me into going to the Amazon and then take the opportunity to make trouble in the federal homeland. Just like the dilemma the Joker made me face back then: if I don't go, I can't save that ship of people; if I go, someone else might lose their life in the federal homeland. But I absolutely will not allow this kind of thing to happen."

Wonder Woman's face became very ugly. She didn't expect there to be such a conspiracy behind this, but she also understood at the same time that Arkham Batman choosing to appear in front of her at this moment gave her deep trust. She was, after all, the daughter of the Amazon Queen and the Princess of the Amazon; it was possible for her not to stand on Batman's side.

Originally, they had already lost the initiative in facing this cunning electronic lifeform; if she leaked the plan again, Batman's side would have no way to play at all. Judging by Batman's suspicious nature, he should have done this quietly, even hiding it from everyone, but he still chose to come and see her.

Wonder Woman took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress the surging emotions in her heart, and listened earnestly to Arkham Batman speaking.

"Our advantage now lies in having a fortress that this electronic lifeform cannot invade; any plan we communicate here will not be known by it, so it's possible to hide it from it."

"And we still have you. You are a demigod and know many spells. I want you to disguise yourself as me and go to the Amazon, appear publicly, and search for those missing people, letting the electronic lifeform think I have already gone to the Amazon."

"And I will stay behind in the federal homeland; once something happens, I can detect and handle it in the first instance. This way, there is no dilemma of choosing one or the other. But the premise is that you can save those people and not be discovered by the other party."

"Rest assured," Wonder Woman nodded and said. "Since magic is the other party's blind spot, it's impossible for it to see through my disguise. I consider myself to understand you well enough; imitating you is no problem."

Arkham Batman stuffed the Batmobile's keys into Wonder Woman's hand and said, "Also, don't tell your mother. She has always been dissatisfied with me breaking into Paradise Island before and wiping out Mount Olympus; I'm worried she might take the initiative to cooperate with the electronic lifeform."

"She won't," Wonder Woman said. "As long as I appear in your identity, she won't dare to do this. After all, you don't even put Zeus in your eyes; she is also afraid you will start a massacre."

Wonder Woman left quickly. Then a "Batman" flew out in the iconic Batmobile—the Batmobile had been able to fly after being strengthened, and it flew very fast. This kind of private travel method without diplomatic notification could reflect Batman's anger.

After Wonder Woman left, Arkham Batman kept waiting for news in the Cat Getan base; on one hand, he wanted to know the progress of saving people, and on the other hand, he was waiting for the electronic lifeform to make a move in the federal homeland.

When Superman rushed in to notify him of the power outage in West California, Arkham Batman knew he had guessed right: the other party's target was not a remote Amazon far from ordinary society, but the most prosperous industrial base in the world that was most important to the federation—California.

It might be different from many people's impressions; California doesn't just have sunshine, beaches, and palm trees; it is also the number one industrial state in the federation. Even New Jersey, which has two mega-cities, Cat Getan and Metropolis, can only rank second—this is still under the condition that New Jersey has two behemoths, the Wayne Group and the Luthor Group.

Let's put it this way, the Queen Group, where Green Arrow came from, is not famous in the world and doesn't rank high in California, so it seems his background is not as good as Batman's and Luthor's. But in reality, moving the Queen Group to New Jersey would basically rank third, but in California, it can't even get into the top 20.

After Arkham Batman took office, besides dealing heavy blows to the financial industry, he also grasped industry hard. Although he had basically achieved dictatorship, the reason for his high prestige among the people was because he grasped industry to a high level, not only creating a large number of jobs but also practically improving the living standards of the bottom-level people. So even though he held all power, no one scolded him for not being democratic.

And the electronic lifeform choosing to slash at West California was clearly aiming at the industrial lifeline. Just as Arkham Batman had expected, he had ended his probing and started a true attack.

"Let the Minister of Energy come to see me," Arkham Batman said.

"Call from the Governor of California!" the assistant in the communication room shouted.

Arkham Batman walked over to answer the phone, and before the other party could say anything, he said, "I know this is not your fault; someone is playing tricks behind the scenes. Time is tight, I'll be brief: I will give you the authority to mobilize all state police and the National Guard in California and the three surrounding states. The primary task is to ensure that all industrial zones do not have major accidents due to power outages; accidents that have already occurred must be rescued immediately. If there is not enough manpower, mobilize from other states; no matter the size of the accident, save them if they can be saved. Don't rush to restore power to factories where accidents haven't occurred, and don't let workers go to work, but focus on restoring social electricity. If necessary, you can enable the previously decommissioned thermal power plants. All losses and possible problems caused by the above measures will be borne by me alone. Do you understand?"

The other party only replied with one short sentence and then hung up the phone. Immediately after, Arkham Batman made many calls to mobilize the army and police. Even if the assistant asked him if he wanted to give a televised speech to appease the public, he ignored it.

In the past, whenever something big happened, politicians would go on TV first for votes. Arkham Batman doesn't need votes at all now; compared to standing in front of the camera and saying empty words, it's more important to save the disaster quickly.

Then it was the Secretary of State and the Vice President; Arkham Batman had them running around. Then it was the military—of course, Arkham is the head of the military now, so there's no need for any negotiation. Arkham Batman pointed where to fight, and the army marched directly into California at an unprecedented speed.

Actually, in the eyes of others, Arkham Batman was overreacting a bit. Although such a large-scale power outage is rare in history, there have been a few smaller-scale ones, especially some underdeveloped states that have power outages every few days, which are daily programs. Most presidents turn a blind eye, and some even suppress the news, determined not to let negative news affect their approval ratings.

But fortunately, Arkham Batman had already held power in his own hands, and with his extremely outstanding political ability and far-sighted vision, he pulled up a team of supporters who wouldn't go west if he said east, showing amazing efficiency at this time.

Of course, these measures were only to stop the loss. To give a powerful counterattack, relying on the government and the army won't work; it must be a law enforcement department with unlimited law enforcement power.

"Pull Ramos down for me," Arkham Batman said to the other end, "the FBI he leads is like a group of soft-footed shrimps who haven't woken up. Go tell him his donut-eating days are over; get out of here immediately. The Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation has changed!"

And the person who answered the phone seemed a bit dissatisfied with Arkham Batman changing generals before the battle. Arkham Batman didn't say much, just saying, "You'll understand when you see the new director."

Then he opened the Battleworld communication, sent a message to the agent, and said, "Good news: you have become the new Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Bad news: you have become the new Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation."

The agent replied with a question mark.

Not long after, he appeared in the President's office. Arkham Batman looked at him, he looked at Arkham Batman, and the two stared at each other for a long time before Arkham Batman said, "Congratulations on your promotion; hurry up and get to work."

"Is this reasonable?" he asked.

Arkham Batman frowned, as if he didn't recognize him, and said, "This doesn't sound like you."

"You let me be the Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation; did you consider what kind of mess the previous director left me? What else can that group of people in the Federal Bureau of Investigation do besides eating donuts? What do you expect me to accomplish by leading them?"

"That's not for me to worry about. If you really dislike that group of old oil-slickers, isn't there a training academy? Raise a group of young and strong factions; isn't that enough for you to work with?"

"Heh." Schiller sneered and said, "That group of people doesn't even know how to eat donuts."

"What exactly will it take for you to be willing to do it?"

"I need two people."

"Who?"

"Arrogance and Barry," Schiller said, "one to lead students at the academy, and the other to help me run errands."

"No, I still have use for The Flash," Arkham Batman said.

"Then another universe's. As long as you are willing to pay the price, I will go talk to Arrogance myself and let him bring the Flash from his universe over."

"No problem," Arkham Batman said, "as long as he doesn't get off work at 6:30, anything is fine."

Schiller turned and left. Soon he arrived at the FBI headquarters; his predecessor was packing up to get out, while others were still drinking coffee and eating donuts, turning a blind eye to the new director.

Schiller first made a call, transferring the colleagues he had worked with in Cat Getan back. Even if Arkham Batman is the President, those who can be agents in a city as complex as Cat Getan are naturally not weak, and they have some understanding of him, and he can command them, making them the best candidates to break the situation.

Next was the Deputy Director, a somewhat dry and thin middle-aged man with white hair on his head, who brought over a cup of coffee, smiled at Schiller, and said, "Welcome, new director. Mr. President is really fickle; the original director had only been in office for less than half a year, and he actually changed it again. I really don't know what kind of person would satisfy him."

After finishing, he looked Schiller up and down with an undisguised gaze. And those onlookers at the door of the director's office giggled in cooperation.

"You will know." Schiller said.

"Alright, good luck, Mr. Director."

After finishing, the Deputy Director turned and left. The moment he turned around—

Bang!

The Deputy Director slowly fell down. Others were even shocked to the point of being stunned there. Schiller put away his gun and said, "Now you know what kind of person would satisfy him."

"Everyone get out and work!" Schiller waved his hand and shouted. The crowd dispersed in a rush.

But Schiller only pointed at the person at the end of the line and said, "You stay. I know you are the President's person; I just talked to him on the phone, don't rush to leave yet; I have a task to hand over to you."

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