OBS Chapter 4357 The Justice League Assembles (5)
Chapter 4357 The Justice League Assembles (5)
Chapter 4357 Justice League: Assemble (Part 5)
After Diana, Ron, and Schiller left, Bruce returned to the Batcave and used the computer to retrieve a person's information. The face on the screen was exceptionally young, even younger than Superman. The young man in the photo had a smile on his lips and looked approachable, and the name in the column read "Barry Allen."
The screens in front of him lit up one by one, showing the young man's figure moving among them. Bruce saw him sitting alone in the corner of a classroom, holding a large stack of textbooks; wandering among the bookshelves in the library, looking up to find what he wanted; and being cornered in the corridor by strong team members, he just silently lowered his head and pouted, saying nothing.
Quiet and solitary, that was Bruce's first impression of him. Clearly, Barry Allen wasn't the kind of person who was popular; he had no friends and wasn't attractive to women. But Bruce had also noticed on several occasions from the way Barry looked at people that he longed for friendship and the intimacy of family.
But he was destined to be alone. His talent could not be displayed in the secular world; only when he ran could he find a sliver of solace. Such a genius should not be buried.
"I'll say it one last time! No matter what method you use, get the fuck back to the District of Columbia right now!!! We have the advantage now, our chances of re-election are very high, the election absolutely cannot be delayed!!!"
Another roar came from the president's office. The Secretary of State, who was standing in the doorway, paused for a moment, then went in, placed a document in front of the president, and said, "Amanda Waller has been confirmed dead. She was cut in half; it was Superman who did it."
The president raised a hand to interrupt him, then said, “I fucking don’t care about that crazy woman! Judds has called me; this is an ultimatum. If I can’t get Capitol Hill back in the right place as soon as possible, the election results will be affected, and my re-election is over!!!”
The Secretary of State sighed and then said, "That's what I wanted to talk about too. Amanda may be dead, but the Sky Eye cannot be disbanded. This organization has information on almost all the superhumans in the Union. We can select some of them and have them find a way to bring Capitol Hill back."
"Then go quickly!!!"
“The Sky Eye Society needs a leader,” the Secretary of State continued. “I have someone here. Although he’s a conman from London, he’s quite intelligent and resourceful. More importantly, if anything goes wrong, we can pin the blame on the British.”
The president took the document with a disgruntled expression, glanced at the photograph, and then read out the name at the bottom: "'Schiller Rodriguez'?"
"Exactly. This person played a significant role in the previous British royal scandal, and we suspect he is Bruce Wayne's black glove. The two major tycoons on the East Coast, the Luther Group, are no longer as powerful as they once were. If we can drag Wayne down with us, we won't have to worry about cleaning up this mess."
The president took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and said, "Okay, let's do it this way. Hopefully, he's smarter than Waller."
"Hello, Mr. Rodriguez. Head of the Special Information Security Division of the National Security Agency. Tianyan Society is one of the independent organizations that our department has been working with for a long time. We should be at the same level, but the situation is special now, so I am here on behalf of the Director to announce your appointment."
Schiller sat opposite him, looking at him, and asked casually, "Is issuing an appointment notice a way of saying I have no right to refuse?"
“Yes. Taking this appointment is good for everyone,” said the woman sitting across from Schiller. “This may be your only chance to serve the Commonwealth in your life. I suppose you have no chance of returning to England, do you?”
“MI6 is after me,” Schiller said with a smile. “Indeed, as you said, I probably won’t be able to go back.”
"Then stay. The Sky Eye is a rather special organization; they are responsible for monitoring superhumans, which means you will have a lot of power."
"What about my ex..."
“Clearly she’s not smart enough,” the woman said coldly. “She didn’t keep a proper distance from the superpowered, and that’s the only thing we ask of you: control them, but don’t get too close. They are not your saviors, and you are not theirs.”
“I understand,” Schiller said. “I also understand that this is just a temporary measure. After the election, my position will still be a hot seat, and I will disappear on my own at that time. I hope you will not stop me.”
“We will hand you over to MI6,” the woman said. “They will also be very interested in what’s going on inside Sky Eye. You are valuable.”
“I hope I live to see that day,” Schiller said, placing his hands on the table with his fingers interlaced. “You’re in such a hurry to appoint a new person in charge, you must have a very urgent mission, right?”
“Yes, Capitol Hill is a big problem,” the woman said, taking a light breath. “It’s the vote counting phase now, and we can’t afford any mistakes. But lawmakers can’t work in a place like that.”
"Excuse my bluntness, but why don't they just leave and fly back to Washington?"
“Washington has no vote counting area, the process is not legitimate, and the new president will be heavily questioned. Moreover, the current public opinion is unfavorable, and if the members of Congress leave, it will also affect their prestige. Nobody wants to see this happen.”
"So, you want to move the entire Capitol Hill back."
“That’s right, and that requires the help of superpowered individuals. Your task is to quickly assemble a team, work together, and go all out to get Capitol Hill back to its rightful place as soon as possible.”
Schiller remained silent, seemingly deep in thought, when the woman spoke again: "All law enforcement agencies will cooperate with you; this is the president's order."
“Okay, I think so,” Schiller said. “I don’t want to get myself into any trouble, and I certainly don’t want to follow in my predecessor’s footsteps. I need a fake identity.”
The woman pulled a document from her pocket and said, "Fill it out yourself, and we'll notarize it for you."
Schiller took the driver's license registration document and wrote "Neoger Sohip" in the name column.
Central City is located in Missouri, in the Midwestern United States. It is a typical Midwestern city with a mild climate, thriving agriculture, and a sparse population. Although its economic development cannot compare with the major cities on the East and West Coasts, its safety level and average standard of living are among the highest in the entire Union, making it a very peaceful and inclusive city.
The most famous conglomerate in this city is Monsanto, the agricultural technology company known worldwide for its genetically modified seeds. Central City University, ranked around 120th nationally, boasts top-tier programs in agriculture and chemistry.
Surrounding the university is a row of old buildings forming a college town. Although the buildings are quite old, they have a strong Mississippi River Valley feel, and you can still see many tourists taking photos on the streets.
At the end of the street, there was a row of buildings on a corner. The door at the very end opened to reveal a small and somewhat messy room. A dark-haired young man wearing a hoodie and jacket pushed open the door, tossed the book he was holding aside, and collapsed onto the plaid quilt.
After a while, he got up, tidied his hair, stood by the bed, and moved the bed aside, revealing a cellar door underneath. He jumped down through the door and came to a basement filled with screens and wires, with a set of red armor on his right. This basement was even more spacious than the small room above.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief as he sat down in the swivel chair. He immediately turned on the computer screen, and as soon as the image appeared, he gasped in shock.
A flash of icy blue lightning disappeared in an instant, and the young man began to run. Everything seemed to freeze as he moved. When he burst out of the hut and onto the street, everyone else looked like figures in a frozen photograph; only he could move swiftly.
He ran all the way to the street corner and sure enough, he saw a hooded robber grabbing a tourist's bag, while people around him scattered and ran away. When he ran over, he saw the robber holding a small knife in his hand.
The young man kicked the robber's wrist, and time seemed to speed up instantly. The robber inexplicably raised his hand, and the knife fell to the ground. Immediately afterward, lightning flashed again, and the bag strap the robber was holding disappeared, while the tourist carrying the bag appeared five meters away from the robber.
The robber and the tourist exchanged bewildered glances, but the young man smiled and ran off again. At the coffee shop on the other side of the street, he grabbed the donuts the clerk had already wrapped, put them in a nearby police car, then helped the police officers at the door into the car as well. He started the engine, stepped on the gas, and the car instantly arrived at the scene of the robbery.
The young man stood outside the door, checking the policeman's handcuffs, gun, and badge. Finding everything in order, he stopped running. The policeman turned around and saw the donut on the passenger seat. Just as he turned back, he saw the robber about to make another robbery.
"Stop! Put your hands up behind your head and crouch down, or I'll shoot!"
The robber turned and ran in a panic, but after taking only two steps, he tripped over a roadblock. Police rushed over, pinned him to the ground, and handcuffed him. The tourists were still shaken, while the young man stood on the street corner, a donut dangling from his mouth, and shrugged.
"Hey, Barry, what are you doing here?!" A voice came from behind the young man. He turned around and saw a girl.
"me……"
"You're out buying donuts, right?" The girl smiled at him and said, "I didn't know you loved sweets so much."
The young man called Barry blushed deeply, but still nodded and said, "Yes, that donut shop is pretty good..."
"Oh, really? I also love donuts. Could you take me there?"
"No...no, I have something to do, I'll go now."
Barry ran away in a panic. He didn't stop until he reached the next street, where he leaned against a wall, panting heavily. Then he heard tourists walking by whispering among themselves.
"The clerk told us that it was The Flash, a superhero from Central City."
"So Central City has superheroes too. You wouldn't believe it, but Metropolis's Superman pulled off a major stunt the other day—he practically moved Capitol Hill there! Those congressmen were terrified..."
"Yes, yes, I heard about it too..."
"This guy called Flash must be pretty amazing. I didn't see him at all from beginning to end. He must be as fast as lightning."
"Of course. I bet he's really handsome, maybe even as good-looking as Superman."
Barry didn't dare come out until the tourists had passed by the alley. He had just passed a shop when he saw a television in the window showing Superman's speech. He stared at the handsome face on the screen, a look of envy in his eyes.