Chapter 957: Shiler's Bad Luck (Part II)

"What did you say? Repeat it again!" The black FBI agent looked into Shiler's eyes and took a step forward. Shiler stood where he was, unmoved, and also looked into his eyes and said:

"I said, I am an organizer and leader of the Central American revolutionary movement. If you don't want to hear the sound of KGB guns, you'd better apply for witness protection for me immediately."

The black man waved his hand immediately, all the agents drew their guns, and four agents walked to the door, sealing the door. The black agent took out a recording device. Shiler glanced at his movements but didn't say anything.

Merkel, standing behind him, had his eyes almost popping out, but he reacted quickly, immediately walked up and said: "Sorry, FBI agent, my employer is in the period of mental illness attack, he must enter the hospital for treatment first..."

Shiler turned his head slightly, Merkel saw his cold eyes, and then he heard Shiler say: "Go get me a raincoat, thank you, Merkel."

Merkel still wanted to say something, but seeing Shiler's eyes, he could only turn to get clothes.

Batman spoke up: "You said he violated the Espionage Act, then what about the evidence? What about the arrest warrant?"

"Shut up." Shiler looked at Batman and said: "Now is not a game of cops and robbers. No one needs to prove anything to you."

Subsequently, Shiler looked at Brand and said: "Trouble you to substitute for me for a few days, Brand."

Brand sighed, didn't say anything, and nodded. Victor was about to speak, but Shiler said: "No need to worry about me."

Finally, Shiler called Jason over. He squatted down, touched Jason's head, and then said: "Go, go to class."

Subsequently, he stood up again, looked into the eyes of the agent opposite, and said: "I know you have many questions, but before seeing your superior, I won't say anything."

Batman observed Shiler's expression, but discovered that Shiler seemed to be unable to stand anymore. If it weren't for the fulcrum of the umbrella, he would now find it very difficult to stand at a position level with the FBI agent's line of sight.

The pale complexion and trembling fingers gave him a different kind of momentum.

Some people are accustomed to showing strength with their flesh, but some people, after their flesh becomes weak, show the strength of their soul and spirit even more. When Shiler's soul stood up, it was like a silent tower standing alone in a rainy night.

Shiler's attitude made Batman feel very strange. He seemed to be preventing everyone from clearing his name, and even had a feeling of being impatient to follow the agents away.

Central American revolutionary movement? Batman thought, what does that have to do with Shiler? Why did he bring this up at this time? Why was he in such a hurry to plead guilty, and even didn't put up any resistance?

Accompanied by the movements of the agent leader, agents with live ammunition surrounded him, wanting to take Shiler away. At this time, the agent placed his gaze on the umbrella in his hand. The agent leader coughed and said: "Sorry, sir, but you can't take anything from here."

Shiler looked down at the umbrella in his hand, and then, in the shocked eyes of Batman and Constantine, Shiler slowly put down the umbrella.

He stretched out his trembling hand, straightened his tie, and then, with his head held high, followed the agents away.

Before leaving, he looked at Batman for the last time, and the expression on his face told Batman that he had known this day would come.

Finally, countless agents surrounded Shiler, left the Rodriguez Manor, got into the FBI car, the car lights illuminated the rain lines in front, and then disappeared into the darkness of Gotham.

The black agent leader who turned and left the manor gate didn't see Batman's narrowed eyes and downward-turned corners of his mouth, and didn't notice that the fingers holding the Batarang had muscles slightly protruding due to force.

The black agent leader sat in the car. A female agent driving turned to look at him and asked: "What's wrong? Isn't it just a normal arrest operation? Why do you seem so nervous?"

"Do you know what he just said?" The black agent's tone was somewhat stiff. Seeing his colleague's puzzled expression, he said: "That Rodriguez said he is an organizer and leader of the Central American revolution and wants to apply for witness protection."

With a "screech," a sharp braking sound came. The female agent hit the steering wheel, but didn't have time to cry out in pain, directly raised her tone and said: "What did you say? Organizer of the Central American revolution?!"

She exhaled in disbelief, and then continued: "Isn't this a mystery case that agents all over the world are investigating now? Who planned it, who led it, who executed it... all of this is a mystery!"

"Even the nails buried by the CIA in the KGB couldn't send back useful information. He actually said he is... are you sure he isn't playing with us?!"

"!"

The black agent rubbed his shoulder that was hit in pain and said: "Lower-level agents can't touch this matter at all, and the vast majority of agents don't know the importance of this matter. He dared to use this matter as a threat to apply for witness protection, which proves that at least he knows the current situation on the field."

"Proving at least he knows that the whole world doesn't have an answer, and just knowing this proves that his level is not low."

"What on earth is going on?" The female agent slapped the steering wheel and said: "FBI, CIA, and KGB sent out so many people, just didn't figure out where this inexplicable fire started. I never believe that such an organized turmoil would be organized spontaneously by those farmers who grow corn!"

"I don't believe it either." The black agent took a few deep breaths and said: "But you have to be prepared. It's best if what this Rodriguez said is fake."

"If it's true, even if only a part of it is true, wanting to deal with such a person... have you heard of Philby?"

"Of course I know." The female agent restarted the vehicle and said: "Almost became the top leader of the British intelligence organization, only to be discovered to be a KGB. What's even more absurd is that he was finally acquitted and returned to the Soviet Union. Wasn't the previous remains case still making a lot of noise?"

"Don't talk about Britain, there are also a few examples in the United States. The more such guys are, the harder they are to deal with." The black agent showed a somewhat vicious expression and said: "If he runs away in our hands, we will be laughed at by the CIA guys for a lifetime."

The female agent obviously felt somewhat nervous. Her breathing frequency became faster. After turning a corner, she said somewhat hesitantly: "This kind of thing, wouldn't it be more... to hand it over to the CIA?"

"Don't think about it, our boss won't let go." The black agent took out a cigarette and lit it, saying while smoking: "Don't you forget, our friction with the CIA? This is the opportunity for us to prove that we are stronger than them. I don't want to, by then, we can't ask anything, and then hand him over to that group of people who pull partial frames."

He exhaled a puff of smoke and said coldly: "We are not the British gentlemen who only know how to ask questions softly from beginning to end."

"The other party is a world-renowned psychologist. Ordinary interrogation has no effect on him at all, but as long as we can get important information, we can take any method."

His cold voice, when transmitted to Batman's monitoring equipment through the bug, made him immediately press the hang-up button and stand up. He knew he had to act as soon as possible.

Batman knew very clearly that the United States was now so anxious about the revolution in Zhongmeizhou that it was almost losing its mind.

Since the beginning of this revolution, they had been constantly investigating clues, wanting to find the mastermind behind it. Whether it was frontal infiltration or reverse invasion, there were almost no results. In order to get the specific information in Shiler's mouth, they would definitely stop at nothing.

If it were in the past, Batman wouldn't be worried at all. He knew that Shiler had the ability to turn into gray fog, and ordinary attacks couldn't cause any damage to him at all. But now, the situation was different.

If the brain or spirit controlling the body had a problem, then no matter how high the defense power and how clever the defense means, they wouldn't be of any use. If Shiler couldn't even react, he couldn't avoid it.

And judging from the state Shiler was taken away, the sedative pill Brand fed him was obviously not enough. Batman clearly remembered that before Shiler got in the car, his hand was still shaking.

Batman knew that the biggest doubt about what just happened was that the FBI suddenly arrested Shiler, but Shiler wasn't without the ability to escape, but he completely skipped the process of demanding the other party to show evidence and arrest warrants, arguing with the other party, and resisting.

Shiler even added two pieces of firewood to the other party's arrest process. One was admitting that he was an important KGB agent, and the other was saying that he was an extremely important identity.

Finally, he blocked everyone's mouth with a cold attitude, not letting them say a word to defend him. No matter how you look at it, it looks like he pleaded guilty on purpose.

The original arrest process, although the number of charges sounded high, after finishing the interrogation process, it would be normal imprisonment.

But once witness protection was applied for, this matter would likely become a game between two major powers, and the person involved caught in the middle would often not end well.

Philby was just an exception. Besides his ability being indeed very strong, because his status was too high and his fame was too great, regardless of which side it was, they had to restrain themselves a bit.

But such people were ultimately few. Most of the fools who were caught in the middle, thinking they could plan and move the nerves of both sides, would finally be crushed to death.

Batman couldn't understand Shiler's motivation at all now. He couldn't even be sure if Shiler was talking nonsense due to fever, but there was no doubt that he had to find a way to get Shiler out quickly.

Finding evidence of Shiler's crime and letting him go to court to accept trial was one thing, but letting him be tortured by the FBI and CIA in turn was another thing.

For this reason, Batman knew who to find. After all, this series of events ultimately couldn't escape one organization, and that was the KGB.

When he went to find Alfred, Batman discovered that he had sent Dick to school.

In Alfred's room, there was only Aisha who also failed to find the old butler. Batman picked up Aisha and wanted to take her away, but at this time, Aisha screamed, shouting vaguely in her mouth:

"Wa! Wawa! Want toy! Yesterday! Toy! Book! Next to book! Want toy!"

"!"

Batman frowned. He looked at Aisha and said: "Aren't all your toys in the toy bucket in your room?"

Aisha was even more anxious. She shouted: "Not toy! Not! Yesterday... new toy... new toy! Red! Bright! Prickly! Next to book... here! Right here!"

Batman didn't understand most of Aisha's intermittent words, but he understood the last two words. So, he guessed that Aisha was saying that yesterday Alfred gave her a new toy, which was in this room, next to the book.

Aisha in his arms screamed. Batman had a headache from her noise. So, he intended to find the toy on the bookshelf, coax Aisha to sleep first, and then investigate.

He walked to the bookshelf and found a tiny flash next to a book. Batman reached out and touched it, touched a hard object made of metal, took it down and looked, it was a Red Flag Medal.

Batman's hand stiffened for a moment. He knew his old butler might have some relationship with the Soviet Union, but he didn't expect that it had reached the point of obtaining a Red Flag Medal.

Aisha snatched the medal and screamed happily. Batman intended to turn and leave, but when he touched the medal just now, his hand brushed against the edge of the book. He discovered that a corner of a letter had been brought out.

Batman curiously took out the letter. He discovered that the letter paper had been taken out of the envelope. So, he opened the letter paper, but the first sentence on it shocked him.

"Comrade Pennyworth, the brilliant results you achieved in Mexico made me feel very shocked and admired!"

Batman didn't even have time to read the main text. He directly cast his gaze on the signature of the letter, on which was written a name that had appeared in television reports countless times in the past few months—Vasilievich.

This was a personal letter from the new supreme leader of the Soviet Union.

So, Alfred, was the true leader of the Central American revolution??!

Batman looked up in shock, then Shiler...

Batman looked up in shock; that Schiller...

Aisha, holding the medal, saw the black figure disappear from the room in almost an instant.

After he left, the letter paper slowly drifted to the ground, like every late summer and early autumn, light as light could be, yet carrying the force of ten thousand tons like a falling leaf.