civilwarnovels Chapter 2341 Gotham Music Chapter (8)
Chapter 2341 Gotham Music Chapter (8)
Chapter 2341 Gotham Music Festival ()
"I thought the people of Gotham were so rigid," Schiller thought to himself, "but this doesn't explain how they got the city to this point."
"Isn't it said that there is a magical force? And the factor of rules." Gray Mist said: "This makes it impossible for most people to detect the problem, and even if they do detect it, they can't change it."
"But things are different now. Do you think we should add fuel to the fire?" Schiller thought. The progress here is so slow. It's hard for me to believe that they are still using dial-up Internet.
"I think they are on the right track and there is no need to interfere too much, but if you want to intervene, it may not be possible." Gray Wu was obviously pessimistic. He said: "The train is slow, but you can't turn the train track into a roller coaster track just because the train is slow."
Schiller thought about it and decided that it was true. He was just working there and was not a shareholder of the company. So why should he work so hard? Anyway, he had found the fun, so he might as well go back to sleep.
But just as Schiller was on his way back to the city, the development of things seemed to be accelerated, or the long-standing preparations finally broke out.
Schiller felt a little bored on the way back to the city, so he turned on the radio in the car. As a result, he heard the host quickly say in an anxious tone of impending disaster: "Interrupting an urgent international communication. The leader of the Mexican rebels and well-known terrorist Oliver Queen arrived in Moscow at 2 o'clock this afternoon. The Kremlin has reported that the meeting with Queen is aimed at discussing the re-establishment of the Fourth International."
"13 minutes ago, Washington sent a telegram to Moscow, asking it to face up to the current situation of rampant international terrorism and expressing its hope that the mistakes of power politics will not be repeated in any country..."
"A White House spokesman said that within just 30 minutes, Moscow sent out 172 telegrams, and the president is carefully considering whether to regard this as a signal that the Cold War is turning into a hot war and that the other side intends to take the lead in uniting the front."
Schiller was confused. He looked down at his watch. It was 2:40. How did Oliver get to Moscow?
Although it was morning when Oliver left him, it was only four or five hours ago. Flying from Gotham to Moscow would take 8-9 hours even if it was a direct flight. How did he get there?
And most importantly, how did Oliver get in touch with Moscow?
This doesn't mean that just making a phone call and saying who I am will work. In this kind of communication, the most important but also the most troublesome thing is to confirm the identity.
For example, if I say I am Oliver Queen and I need your help and you come to pick me up, Moscow must confirm that he is really Oliver Queen. If it is the FBI or someone from Moscow comes, I will definitely not be able to go back, and it will also fall into the hands of the FBI as a handle.
Therefore, if Moscow was not absolutely certain that the person on the other end of the phone was indeed Oliver Queen himself, and that he was sober and free, and really needed help, there was no way Moscow would have answered the call.
And if Oliver had contacted Moscow long ago and planned to leave early this morning, he would not have come to Schiller to discuss renting a house. But if he had not contacted Moscow in advance, four or five hours would not be enough for Moscow to confirm his identity.
The contact procedures in spy war dramas are all simplified versions. In fact, it takes at least two days to receive information, pass it down, contact layer by layer, send people to communicate locally, and then pass the information back. This necessary process does not make sense at all.
Wait, Schiller thought, there is one exception, that is, someone guarantees for him.
For a long time, the guarantee and introduction system has been the mainstream system of organizational relations in many countries, precisely to address the problem that reliability and efficiency cannot be achieved at the same time in most organizational relations processing work.
As long as a person is verified to be reliable, the person introduced by this person is very likely to be reliable. Because the identity of the introducer is public, once something goes wrong with the person he introduced, he himself will also be implicated. This makes the introducer dare not give guarantees casually. Unless he is completely sure about the person being introduced, he will not easily give guarantees.
Schiller thought of the phone book.
In fact, even now, he couldn't remember clearly which phone book Ao Man put where, or his information was lagging, and his memory of most of the living habits here was still stuck at the time when he first arrived.
Schiller suspected that he might have given the wrong phone book, but he also thought it was impossible for such a coincidence that the number he gave was exactly the 16th bureau, and wasn't the 16th bureau a bit too imprecise? Would you not call the introducer after receiving a referral?
Wait, they should call the cell phone number, right?
Schiller took out his cell phone, and the moment he saw the keypad, he realized that there were probably no cell phones when he left his contact information to the Sixteenth Bureau.
Schiller stepped on the accelerator hard, wanting to go back quickly to check the landline at home. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a telephone pole fell down and hit the hood of the car in front of Schiller.
Schiller slammed on the brakes and hit his forehead on the steering wheel. He immediately pushed open the car door and got out. Three more fireballs flew towards him.
Schiller turned around and saw a group of people in windbreakers standing on the roof, while another group of people were quickly crossing the road blocked by telephone poles. From the guns in their hands, it could be seen that they were law enforcement officers.
Schiller was stunned.
The FBI is being chased, but the ones chasing them are not Batman or Deathstroke, but a group of magicians who have nothing to do with them.
Wasn't the magician fighting the killers on the Black Island? When did they get into trouble with the FBI? How dare he chase these agents and throw fireballs in public?
Until Schiller heard a word in Russian and caught up with them!
Schiller was even more confused. The people chasing them were Soviets, a group of Soviets using magic, Soviet magicians???
Is this reasonable???
Schiller looked at his phone involuntarily, but it rang at this time. He picked up the call and heard Mayor Roy shouting on the other end: "Professor, what's going on? Why are there fights everywhere in the city? At 4:00, the most grand concert of the festival will start to charge tickets. Tourists come for this. How can they go out?"
Schiller wanted to say, can you go find the turtle in the wishing well for this kind of thing? It's not like I have installed two pounds of cameras under every eaves in Gotham, how can I know how to let tourists go out in this situation?
But Schiller decided to find out what was going on first. He took a deep breath and asked, "Who are the two parties in the fight?"
The mayor was obviously stunned, and said in an incredulous tone: "You ask me?"
Why, shouldn't I ask you? Schiller was very dissatisfied with his attitude, but he didn't say it out loud. He snorted in his heart and thought, "Arrogance is not much better than mine. It's still suspected that he was responsible for everything from alien invasions to trash cans being kicked over on the street."
"This is a game between several forces." Schiller said in a heavy tone: "Wayne Group, the FBI, Moscow, Washington, and even magicians from both the good and evil sides."
The mayor immediately fell silent. Just by hearing these names, he knew that this matter was not something he could handle.
"I just hope that the last concert can be held as scheduled and be grand and wonderful enough, Professor..."
"Don't worry, I have a solution."
What can I do? Schiller thought after hanging up the phone. He didn't even know what was going on, so he had to figure out why they were fighting.
"Take a look." As he turned into mist and flew to the center of the incident, Schiller said to the gray mist in his heart, "Although the roller coaster track I twisted is exciting, it is safe. In the world of superheroes, if I don't twist it, someone else will, and they will just twist it into a mess."
"I just want to know how you're going to explain this to Pride." Gray Mist said, "He will definitely think it was you who did it. Absolutely."
"But it's not me," Schiller shouted in his mind, "We share a memory bank, and he can see it."
"But Chao told me that you have a history of deleting memory banks."
"I am not, I am not, don't talk nonsense."
Schiller first chased the FBI agents who were being hunted by the group of Russian-speaking magicians. These agents were indeed good hands. They were chased by a group of magicians for such a long time without any casualties.
It was for this reason that Schiller realized something was wrong. These Soviet magicians were not weaklings. From their decisive action of blocking the road just now, it could be seen that they must also be professionally trained agents, but they only possessed magical powers.
In this situation, it is impossible for an ordinary FBI agent to escape, but the current era is indeed a bit far from the Marvel world, so Schiller is not sure whether there is such an elite team in the FBI.
After thinking about it, he decided to call Amanda. The call was delayed, so Schiller turned around and saw that Amanda was on TV.
"I'm sorry to take up a little of your time. I'm Amanda Waller. Some of you may recognize me because my agents and I have frequently appeared at the scenes of various major cases."
"I'm afraid the only thing that can prove my identity is my face, because all my uniforms, weapons and ID documents have been seized by the FBI, and the reason for this is that I have to make a public announcement even in the face of great pressure and threats to my life."
The telecommunications signal flickered for a few seconds, but this attracted more attention. Amanda's face moved closer to the camera. She held the camera and said, "They are trying to interfere with the signal. To make a long story short, the FBI hired drug dealers from the transnational drug trafficking organization Confession Cartel to concoct several serial murders in the feds."
"I know this isn't big news, but the key is their purpose. This is a sacrifice, and they want to use it to... sizzle sizzle... Mexico... sizzle... escape... sizzle..."
Schiller saw that the magicians who were chasing the agent stopped instantly. They stood there looking at each other, their brows deeply furrowed, and their expressions became more and more solemn.
They quickly communicated something in Russian, stood there and watched the agents run farther and farther away, and did not choose to continue chasing them, but turned around and walked behind them.
Schiller sighed. He knew without even thinking that there must be Bruce standing behind Amanda. This was his revenge against the FBI.
Judging from the skills of the agents just now, the FBI's desire to infiltrate Gotham is probably much stronger than Bruce himself imagined. This group of elite agents is enough to pose a major threat to the city.
I'm afraid Bruce only chose to take real drastic action after he officially confirmed this, but how did he confirm this?
I'm afraid the key still lies with Oliver, Schiller thought.
(End of this chapter)