mtl008 Chapter 3837 The Nameless Bat (7)
Chapter 3837 The Nameless Bat (7)
Chapter 3837 The Nameless Bat (Part 7)
"boom!"
The last shot hit the bullseye. In the shooting training room cubicle, Schiller slowly lowered his arms, which had been holding the pistol, took off his transparent goggles, and wiped them with a tissue next to him.
Natasha walked in from outside, picked up the goggles next to her, put them on, and went to the other cubicle to raise her gun. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three shots in a row, and she passed with a high score.
"How is Wonder Woman?" Schiller asked.
“If I said she’s figured it out, you probably wouldn’t believe me. But there’s not much she can do except try to understand her situation and make the most of it.”
"She is a demigod."
“That doesn’t matter,” Natasha said, slowly lowering her arm. “If those naive fantasies about Batman in her heart don’t completely disappear the moment she enters this situation, they will never disappear. And she will never be able to resist.”
"Is this love?" Schiller put his fingerless tactical gloves back on, ran his fingers along the edge of the "FBI" lettering that had peeled off the back of his other hand, and picked up his gun again to aim.
Natasha turned around, leaned against the table, looked at the digital clock on the wall behind her, and listened to the soft ticking of the clock. She said, "This isn't love. I hope she realizes it soon."
Natasha's earpiece lit up. Hearing the voice coming from it, she frowned, reached over the partition of the cubicle, and flicked Schiller's tactical vest on the shoulder with her index and middle fingers together, saying, "Don't waste time here, something's happened."
Natasha strode out of the shooting range, and Schiller put down his gun and followed. They arrived at the base's main gate, where a man in a suit stepped out of a black Bentley.
"Hello, this is the legal representative from the Quinn Group. I need to meet with my client to discuss matters related to the subsequent defense."
“Sorry, the CIA doesn’t have that rule,” Natasha said, frowning. “You can’t see anyone.”
"Is this your answer?" the man in the suit said. "Then I have to ask you to meet this man—Mr. Shawn, a well-known West Coast media commentator, who revealed twelve secrets about the CIA during the Iraq War in his personal interview program."
Natasha wanted to say something, but Schiller stepped forward and gave her a look. She stood there with her arms crossed, saying nothing. Schiller stepped forward and shook hands with the lawyer, saying, "Hello, FBI Special Senior Agent Schiller Rodriguez, the special agent who cooperated with the CIA Special Investigations Team in this case. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"I need to see my client."
"Of course, no problem. But under federal law, all suspects accused of espionage or other espionage offenses are prohibited from having private contact with the outside world during the investigation process, unless we can determine that the visitors they are in contact with are not suspected of treason."
"Do you think I would betray my country and collude with the enemy?"
“Your visit was too sudden; we haven’t investigated you. But based on your introduction, the Mr. Shawn behind you is highly suspicious.”
"what?"
"Why would you accuse and disclose top-secret CIA work during the Iraq War if you weren't a spy?"
"This is normal and legal media work; we have passed the TV station's approval..."
"Which TV station?"
"Many, my shows have aired on at least 20 television stations."
"That only proves that these 20 television stations are also suspected of treason, but it does not prove that you are innocent, sir."
Schiller slowly took two steps back. The lawyer thought he was letting them in, but as soon as he took a small step forward, Schiller drew a pistol from his waist. A warning shot was fired with a "bang!"
The two who had been so self-righteous moments before quickly crouched down, covering their heads with their hands. Schiller gave Natasha a wink, and Natasha pressed her earpiece and said, "Charle, get your field team over here in three seconds, or I'll send you to New Mexico."
A team of special agents rushed in from the stairwell and handcuffed the men in no time. Another team went over to inspect their car.
"Did Batman tell you anything?" Schiller frowned as he looked at Natasha.
Natasha shook her head slightly and said, "I'll handle all the trouble myself. I'll have someone investigate the background of this Quinn Group first."
The two went upstairs together. As Schiller put the gun back, he said, "You're working so hard, how much did he actually pay you?"
Then he suddenly realized that Natasha had told him what price she was asking for, and turned away without saying a word. Natasha, however, lightly clicked her tongue and said, "It seems worthwhile so far, Agent."
“I told you, I won’t say anything until my lawyer arrives.” Green Arrow sat in the interrogation room, looking more self-assured than anyone else. He said, “I want you to accurately assess Quinn Corporation’s weight within the federal economic system before you accuse me of espionage. If Batman decides to abandon Wonder Woman, then he has to abandon me as well. You’d better not have made this incredibly stupid decision for him.”
The interrogator slammed his hand on the table, about to say something, when he heard the door behind him open. Schiller and Natasha walked in one after the other.
“He was very uncooperative.” The seemingly experienced agent said, “I know this job is different from the past. We can’t easily use torture to extract confessions, and we can’t even teach him a lesson. But I still have to say, in the past, when we encountered such tough guys, the best way to greet them was to give them a couple of punches first.”
Natasha waved. The agent gave Green Arrow one last cold look before leaving with the others. Schiller sat down opposite Green Arrow, with Natasha standing behind him.
"Hello, Mr. Quinn, your lawyer has just arrived. But unfortunately, he brought with him a media person suspected of treason, and they have now been arrested together."
"What do you want to say?"
“Quinn Corporation might not need you back as much as you think, otherwise they would never have sent such a presumptuous idiot.” Schiller’s tone was as calm as ever. He placed his fingers interlaced on the table and looked into Green Arrow’s eyes. “Do you really think you can stand firmly against Batman with their help?”
“I’m not trying to stand against anyone; I just want to stand on the side of justice. I will never support what he did to Wonder Woman. No matter what greater interests he might be after, such a reckless act that borders on slander makes him look evil and insane.”
“I’m not here to hear your opinion of him, sir. I’m just here to help you understand your current situation better. Do you think your views are helpful to Wonder Woman?”
"Of course, the premise is that you let her know that I am firmly on her side."
“You know we won’t,” Natasha added. “Agents are designed to make everyone feel isolated and helpless. Even if they hug each other, they’ll feel like they’ve fallen alone in the snow.”
“Yes, and Batman has been scheming to become the leader of this group.” Green Arrow said dismissively, “If that’s what he wants, I’ll personally applaud him when he comes back, instead of you wagging your tails at me.”
Schiller and Natasha exchanged a glance.
"What? You finally decide to punch me?"
Schiller stood up and said, "That's not true, sir. We always enforce the law in a civilized manner."
Green Arrow seemed to have heard a huge joke and burst into unrestrained laughter. Then, realizing that the two agents had no intention of cooperating with him, he suddenly fell silent.
"Please give Wonder Woman a message for me," Green Arrow said suddenly before the two of them left the room. "Think of Themyscira, think of her sisters and mother."
Schiller paused in his hand as he closed the door. Through the crack in the door, Green Arrow saw him nod slightly.
“Quinn Corporation is a problem. Batman wants me to hold them off for at least a week, but it’s only the second day, and they’re bound to do something else,” Natasha said, standing in the hallway.
“Then go and cause them some trouble.” Schiller looked at her and said, “Find someone to investigate who’s determined to get Oliver Quinn out of here, check his house and company for speeding, and stuff some contraband in his car. Oh, and remember to close the roads in time; there are too many speeders on the West Coast.”
After saying that, Schiller strode towards the end of the corridor. Natasha stood there watching his retreating figure, raising an eyebrow.
Natasha snorted, lightly beckoned with her finger resting on her cheek, and then pressed the earpiece into her ear, saying, "Send Fiona and Portu to the West Coast and cause some trouble for the Quinn Group. Go now."
An hour later, Natasha stepped out of the Wayne Tower elevator and met Arkham Batman, dressed in a suit and tie, in his top-floor office. He didn't look travel-worn at all; every strand of his hair was meticulously styled.
"The CEO of Quinn Group was in a car accident. Did you do it?"
Natasha immediately frowned and said, "What kind of plane do you think could fly from here to the West Coast in an hour?"
"That means you haven't made a move yet."
"No."
“That’s the FBI.” Arkham Batman gently set down his cup.
“Damn it.” Natasha realized she’d been tricked. She turned around, one hand on her hip, and said, “Schiller told me to cause them some trouble.”
"Speeding? Contraband?" Arkham Batman said with a smile. "Do you think he's the kind of person who would cause trouble for others like this? Remember what trouble he caused us last time?"
"Is someone dead?"
“No, he’s seriously injured and unconscious.” Arkham Batman shook his head and said, “I bet he’ll call me soon to ask if I want to get rid of him permanently.”
"What do you think?"
“I can’t treat Oliver like that,” Batman Arkham said. “Quinn Corporation went through a bankruptcy restructuring last year, and he spent a lot of effort to save the company. He has been a key supporter of my new California policy, and he is important to the federal government and the Justice League.”
Should we let him know this?
"I asked you to bring him here. I want to talk to him in person."
Natasha rushed into the underground parking lot, opened the car door, got in, picked up her phone, dialed a number, and said, "Are you crazy?! You dare to touch Quinn Corporation without your boss's permission?! Batman clearly doesn't intend to do anything to Oliver, what you're doing only makes things worse..."
"What else is possible? Being pushed out to take the blame? Isn't that what secret agents do?" Schiller chuckled on the other end of the phone and said, "If I remember correctly, you joined the CIA when you first came to the United States. The reason you couldn't get promoted there wasn't just because you were Soviet."
Natasha gritted her teeth and cursed, then hung up the phone and slammed it onto the passenger seat. She tossed her hair, stepped on the gas, and the car shot off.
When they returned to base, Schiller was still making coffee at the coffee machine. He had taken off his vest, leaving him in only a light blue shirt. When an angry Natasha stormed in, she saw him leaning back slightly, examining the buttons on the coffee machine.
"What's wrong?" Schiller turned around and looked at her.
The words she was about to say took a 180-degree turn. Natasha lowered her head, then looked up at the ceiling, and said, "What are you going to do if Batman really pushes you out to take the blame?"
"He said you made me do it." Schiller's tone remained calm. "He told me to cooperate with you, so naturally I had no choice but to carry it out."
Natasha stared at him, her eyes wide.
“He can’t possibly push you out, so I’ll be fine. If all else fails, just say you’re a KGB agent after everything’s over. Anyway, I haven’t wronged you.”