Chapter 3923

"Information leak? What the hell?" Seeing Natasha looked at the document and said: "Congressmen received threatening emails on a large scale. Those black materials inside, they couldn't have been obtained by the electronic life form attacking the FBI's information security system, right?"

"The problem is, how could the FBI have these black materials?" The deputy director sat in front of Seeing Natasha and said, "According to informed sources, the materials used to threaten the congressmen are very detailed; if it weren't for long-term investigation, it would be absolutely impossible to collect them so comprehensively."

"This proves that the President might have prepared to take action and liquidate them a long time ago," Seeing Natasha smiled lightly and said. "This electronic life form can be considered to have saved their lives. If it weren't for the information leak, once the President freed up his hands, they would all have to go eat prison food."

"The problem now is that the information has leaked, and everyone knows it. A small group of idiots are preparing to run, but more people are still watching. They probably think that the law doesn't punish the masses, or they might also think that the President won't last long."

Seeing Natasha's fingers tapped lightly on the table, and she said: "The problem in the West California industrial zone did shake the President's position. But after all, he saved that ship of people and won quite a bit of popularity in the central states. It's too early to talk about stepping down."

"Yesterday morning, Congress urgently passed the funding application submitted by the FBI for 'using program differentiation to build firewalls to resist information leaks'."

"What the hell?"

"40 firewalls," the deputy director said, "each one probably needs 13 million US dollars in research and construction funding."

Seeing Natasha was slightly stunned, then said: "Congress just approved it like that?"

"Approved, the money has already arrived. After all, the congressmen's black materials were leaked from the FBI, and fortunately, they were leaked to themselves. If they weren't approved, what if they were leaked to the public?"

"God, such a large sum of money was obtained so easily?" Seeing Natasha clicked her tongue and said, "Schiller's skill hasn't diminished from back then. Do you think we should get some too?"

"If you want to do that, you have to be quick."

"What do you mean?"

"Yesterday afternoon, Congress passed the application submitted by the Director of the National Security Agency for 'the third-quarter budget draft for comprehensive prevention of network intrusion and federal anti-wiretapping this year'. Conservatively estimated, the special project funding alone is as high as 3 billion US dollars."

"Hiss..." Seeing Natasha gasped. "Nick's speed of action is not slow either, and the intensity of his action is even more of a qualitative leap. This is almost one-tenth of the military budget."

"Quick, think of a way," Seeing Natasha said. "If it's late, it might really be gone."

"Still have to use the electronic life form," the deputy director said. "The FBI has already used the black material threat trick. Considering they have always been the gun in the President's hand, it's reasonable for black materials to leak. But we are an international intelligence department, investigating domestic congressmen is somewhat far-fetched."

"International..." Seeing Natasha thought about it and said, "Amazon, we can use Amazon. Falsely claim that the diplomatic accident with Amazon and the last ship disappearance case were both done by spies. In order to guard against spies, an international intelligence verification group must be established. How about that?"

"Not bad, but a group probably won't get much funding. How about saying the electronic life form is a spy? This way, an information technology decryption group can be established targeting the electronic life form, and then to ensure the linkage efficiency of these two departments, add a management group. That should be about it."

"That won't work, right?" Seeing Natasha shook her head and said. "This is illogical. A guy who isn't human at all, can work for which human country?"

"China," the deputy director shrugged. "Any illogical thing, before 1991 it was done by the Soviet Union, and after 1991 it was done by China. Congressmen have always had the problem of their hands being faster than their brains when they hear these two names."

"Let's do it!" Seeing Natasha slapped the table and said.

After lunch, Schiller brought a cup of coffee to the office, saw the documents on the table, coughed twice violently, called his assistant over, and pointed to the documents on the table.

"This is the budget application just submitted by the Central Intelligence Agency to Congress," the assistant explained, "in order to guard against electronic spies from China, they need about 300 million US dollars in funding to establish a joint investigation group."

"I know. I want to ask, when did this electronic life form become a spy?"

"The Central Intelligence Agency provided an investigation report; I took a look and found it was exactly the same as all the spy suspicion investigation reports they provided in the last three years, only changing the pronoun to 'it'."

Schiller rubbed his forehead and said: "Seeing Natasha must have learned to be bad from Greed; she could even think of this kind of trick."

"This can also be considered their common method," the assistant said. "As long as any intelligence problem that can't be solved appears, they say it's done by the other party's spies. As soon as they see those few letters, the Congress lords will quickly shut down their brains and use their cerebellum to mobilize nerve reflexes to sign."

Schiller sighed and said: "Forget it, I won't argue with them. How is that ship of people? Has anyone stood up to speak?"

"Not yet, and no new emails have been monitored. I guess it might be that the electronic life form already knows we are watching that group of people. I estimate that if we drag it out a bit longer, it won't choose to take action on this group, because the heat of the matter has passed, and the support rates of the relevant personnel in various states have already risen; if it reverses again, not many people will watch."

"It can't just let it go like this." Schiller sat in his chair and spun around, thought for a moment and said, "At any time, just dragging it out is useless. Even if it can't take action from here, this period of time is enough for it to prepare new conspiracies. Can't let it be idle; have to find something for it to do."

"Boss." A very tall man knocked on the door. Schiller looked closely; it was the team leader of the field team. The other party walked in and said: "Those red-haired women you asked us to watch before, we haven't found anything abnormal. Should we continue to watch?"

"Strange," Schiller said. "Isn't this electronic life form casting a wide net to catch fish? It doesn't like so many excellent red-haired women? Or is it too busy to explore its own emotions recently?"

He paused for a moment and said: "Go invite Miss Lena Luthor over."

At dinner time, in a restaurant not far from the base, Schiller pulled out a chair for Lena. The other party smoothed her skirt with her hands, sat down slowly on the chair, and looked at Schiller who sat down without any avoidance.

It was off-duty time, Schiller wasn't wearing a uniform, just a white shirt, and a tattoo pattern was faintly visible on his arm. Lena stared there and said: "You don't look like someone who would get a tattoo."

"Indeed not, but adults don't have that much personality. Working in the law enforcement department of this country, not having a tattoo is a very strange thing. I just don't want to make myself look too special."

Lena raised her eyebrows and said: "Then you shouldn't just pick a pattern either. What is the meaning of this?"

Schiller looked down at his right arm and said: "'The die is cast'."

"Roman proverb?" Lena supported her cheek with one hand and said, "Are you a realist?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "Just tattooed it randomly. I originally wanted to tattoo a Trojan horse, but that pattern looked a bit ugly, so I just picked a Latin sentence."

Lena pursed her lips without comment. She said: "I haven't thanked you yet, almost making me break with my brother."

"Thank yourself, Miss."

"If you are here to ask me about that electronic life form, then I can only tell you, I have nothing to say either. From beginning to end, I didn't communicate with it directly, just being used by it."

"Being used proves you have value. Do you know where your value lies?"

"Because I am a Luthor?"

"Of course not, otherwise it would be more willing to go find your brother," Schiller shook his head and said. "You are a smart and paranoid red-haired woman. That is all."

Lena frowned almost immediately, but she still said: "You had better not be teasing me, or are you trying to tell a joke about my brother's hair?"

"I swear I am serious. The matter is probably like this..."

Schiller briefly talked about the electronic life form's obsession with red-haired women. Lena stood the fork above the plate, tapped it lightly, and said: "I won't sigh with you about how absurd this is. I just want to know, why does it think I am a paranoid person?"

"Before that, can I ask what entanglements you have with Batman?"

"Actually, there are none."

"That means the non-factual part exists."

"You should know, my brother is called the smartest human; he is Superman's great enemy. But Superman doesn't think so; Superman thinks Batman is the smartest human in the world."

"So?"

"My brother has a strange attitude toward Batman. He acknowledges Batman's wisdom, but can't figure out how such a smart person can have no defense against an alien."

"So you fell in love with him because of this?"

"I don't love him, just feel very curious."

"You want to attract his attention?"

"I just want to conquer the person my brother can't defeat. Superman has suffered a few losses in his hands, but Batman hasn't even once. Conquering him is a great thing, isn't it?"

"I see." Schiller nodded and said, "But actually there is a more challenging target now. You were willing to come today, so you should have guessed what I want to talk to you about."

Lena lowered her head, shaking the wine glass in her hand and said: "That damn electronic life form played me, I won't let it go so easily. However..."

"However what?"

"My brother warned me not to participate in this matter again. I can clearly feel that he no longer trusts me. This is also thanks to you."

"Do you want me to give him another shot?"

Lena looked up at him, hoping to find any trace of joking on Schiller's face, but there was none at all, as if killing the owner of the Luthor Group was not worth mentioning to him.

"You really are a madman."

"Then your judgment criteria must have gone wrong. The basis for any judgment I make is contrary to madness."

"But any rational normal person wouldn't say anything about killing my brother for my sake. Even those idiots who pursue me by any means necessary, when mentioning Lex, would hypocritically advise me to get along with him."

"Because they all think your value comes from your brother. But now it's obviously not like that. The electronic life form is targeting red-haired women; even if he had hair, he wouldn't meet the other party's standards. So to me, your value is higher than his. If eliminating him can exchange for your cooperation, I don't mind doing so."

"You really are a total bastard agent," Lena looked at him coldly and said, "putting everything into the task standard to weigh value. Apart from task requirements, wealth, status, and character don't occupy any ounce on your scale. When one end rises, the arrival of the bullet will never be more than half a second late."

"Death has more human touch than me, I know," Schiller stood up slowly with his hands on the table and said, "But you know, from the moment the task goal is released, 'The die is cast'."