OBS Chapter 3848 The Nameless Bat (8)
Chapter 3848 The Nameless Bat (8)
Chapter 3848 The Nameless Bat (18)
Natasha's eyes widened, and she dashed out of the room. Schiller followed behind her. When Wonder Woman tried to run out as well, the silvery-white barrier blocked her way. She angrily pounded on the barrier, but only managed to create a ripple.
After realizing she couldn't break through the barrier, she paced anxiously around the room. For the first time, she even hoped someone would come to rescue her, but then thought everyone should go and save Batman. So, despite her strong desire to get out, she didn't make any more noise, afraid of drawing attention to herself.
Medical Center. Watching the doctors slowly wheel Bruce Wayne into the ward, Luther was so startled he sat bolt upright in bed.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to accept my apology, Mr. Luther.” Schiller stood between their beds, glanced to the left and then to the right, and said, “This may be the first and only time in your life you’ll have the opportunity to accept an apology from an FBI agent.”
"why?"
"what why?"
Why are you apologizing?
"So that when you see me accidentally touch the president's pain pump, you can pretend you didn't see it."
Luther stared intently at him. He slowly shook his head and said, "No way. You won't do that."
Schiller had already placed his hand on the pain pump in Arkham Batman. Luther still seemed unconvinced, his eyes fixed on Schiller's movements.
Then he saw Schiller turn the analgesic pump all the way down. The pain medication stopped flowing completely.
Arkham Batman opened his eyes in bed. Just as Luthor was wavering between shock and schadenfreude, Arkham Batman slowly turned to Schiller and said, "You woke me up in a rather unique way, Agent."
“The way you were assassinated is quite unique, Mr. President.” Schiller smiled as he looked at Batman Arkham’s chest. “I suppose you can answer for me what kind of assassin would use a medieval double-edged axe to strike you squarely in the chest?”
“A killer with a discerning eye for weapons,” Arkham Batman said. “Correction: Guardian Axe.”
"Yes, he's 187cm tall, not heavy, but has incredibly strong arms. Wearing a long robe is not suitable for swinging his arms, and he's completely inept at using axe-like weapons. When he swings it, you have at least 1.5 seconds to dodge."
“That’s unexpected,” said Batman Arkham. “It seems you’re an expert on this type of weapon. I’ll ask you for some pointers once I’ve recovered.”
Schiller then twisted the pain pump to its limit in another direction.
“Wonder Woman is very worried about you,” he said. “Would you like her to come and see you?”
“An hour later,” Arkham Batman said. “Now I need to speak with this Mr. Luther alone. I won’t ask how you got him here.”
The last sentence was more of a threat than a compliment. Schiller stood up, walked to the door, and closed it. Before leaving, he heard Luther say, "Are you serious? I don't want to talk to a president who's drunk."
“This dose isn’t enough to make me lose my mind,” came the voice of Batman Arkham. “I believe our agent has better stuff. Too bad he’s not going to lend me his car this time.”
As soon as Schiller stepped outside, Natasha approached him. "What happened?" she said. "He looks like Thor chopped him with an axe!"
“He did it himself,” Schiller said. “You said something to Wonder Woman that wasn’t part of your job, right?”
“Don’t come here to interrogate me,” Natasha said. “I was just trying to gain her trust.”
“Unfortunately, Batman anticipated this,” Schiller said, shaking his head. “As long as he’s badly injured, Wonder Woman will be in the wrong. Especially since his injury this time looks like it was caused by Ares. Wonder Woman probably won’t care about what he did before.”
“What a heartless conman who plays with people’s feelings,” Natasha said. “Luckily, I never talk about feelings with him.”
“I’ve been thinking about something,” Schiller said. “The fact that the mastermind used such sophisticated methods to hack into so many people’s email accounts, and that even though Batman was aware of it early on, he couldn’t catch him, proves that he has extremely high hacking skills.”
"We've already stated this conclusion before."
"What I want to say is that I've done a lot of research online these past few days. What do you think is the most useful information?"
Natasha thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps it's about the Amazon."
"Yes, it's that rescue operation in the Amazon River basin with a severe gender imbalance. Was it really an accident that I found this information?"
Natasha was startled, but quickly regained her composure. She thought for a moment and said, "Assuming not, what does the mastermind want you to do?"
"The information itself might not be that important, but I found the key point in this information to be crucial. What would happen if I actually used this information to threaten Wonder Woman?"
"Wonder Woman might not let you reopen the case from back then. But that's not your decision, after all, you're just a secret agent. Whether or not to investigate is up to your superior. And your current superior is the president, she might try to persuade Batman."
“That’s right. They will discuss this issue. Perhaps Batman will ask about the truth of what happened back then, or perhaps Wonder Woman will tell him the truth because of her previous misunderstandings about Batman and his current bad situation.”
"and then?"
“What if the truth is revealed?” Schiller said. “Who would Wonder Woman think it was done? She might think Batman investigated it privately and that he’s not going to let Amazon off the hook; or she might think I took it upon myself to cause trouble for her.”
“Neither of these options is good for Batman,” Natasha said, shaking her head. “The former would severely exacerbate the distrust between the two of them, while the latter would require you to choose between Wonder Woman and him.”
"Yes. All of this is based on the premise that this case truly represents Amazon's dark history, and there are absolutely reasons why it cannot be made public. If it becomes known to the world, Amazon's reputation could suffer a devastating blow."
"You mean the mastermind already knows the truth?"
"He must have a lot of investigative methods. Think about it, your first appearance in this universe was at Wayne Enterprises, but the mastermind still knew about your existence. This proves that even Batman's hometown is not safe. Even Amazon may not be able to escape his surveillance."
Do you think he might use this to threaten Wonder Woman?
"The question is whether Wonder Woman will be threatened by him. If Batman had returned unharmed, Wonder Woman might have been a little hesitant. But now that he's so badly injured, and Wonder Woman knows there might be someone behind this, the probability of her doing something because she's being threatened is greatly reduced."
"So, deliberately injuring himself is one of Batman's methods for dealing with the mastermind behind the scenes?"
"Yes, I can tell. Batman wouldn't have used such force to manipulate Wonder Woman if it weren't to deal with the mastermind behind it all. He's not a con artist."
"I didn't expect you to defend him." The two arrived at the break room. Natasha went to get a coffee cup first. While making the coffee, she said, "The question has come full circle. Who do you think is this all-powerful mastermind behind it all?"
“The problem still lies with that photograph.” Schiller tapped his brow lightly, as if recalling something. “The photograph is well taken, but it has a major flaw.”
"what?"
"It wasn't filmed by Abedonis."
"What?!" Natasha couldn't help but turn around and look at him.
“That wasn’t taken by Abidonis. Remember? Abidonis, the head of information security at Wayne Corporation, had a lover who looked somewhat like you. Tall, beautiful, and with long, fiery hair.”
"so what?"
"I can't say he loves her, but at least he likes her. He likes her figure and appearance, and often gazes at such a beautiful woman from a male perspective."
Natasha's hand paused. She immediately realized the problem and said, "No, there was no gaze. There was no gaze in that photograph."
“Exactly,” Schiller said. “While he might not have any improper thoughts about you because you resemble his lover, he would certainly have come to understand the allure of a woman like you through his interactions with his lover. He would unconsciously gaze at you, even if not instinctively. If someone asked him to create a certain ambiguous atmosphere in the photograph, he would be more willing to use your allure to solidify the unusual relationship between you and the president. But no. The photograph is as bland as a glass of water.”
Natasha took out her phone and pulled up the photo again. The more she looked at it, the more she felt Schiller was right. The photo wasn't bad, but the problem was that it wasn't beautiful enough.
Natasha stood with her back to the camera, her chest out and head held high as usual, legs spread wide, arms hanging naturally at her sides, head slightly tilted, revealing a beautiful profile through her red hair. But that was the only beautiful thing about her. Her posture was too rigid, severely diminishing her figure; her gaze didn't meet the president's, but looked elsewhere.
If it weren't for Batman Arkham's gaze fixed on her, and his hand reaching towards her waist, the photo wouldn't even have any hint of intimacy. Natasha's pose, which is practically like she's on guard duty, certainly doesn't look like she's flirting.
If this photo had been taken by a young, unmarried person with little dating experience and no ideal type, there wouldn't be a problem. However, Abidonis has been married for many years and has a lover who looks very much like Natasha. Such a person's perspective on the opposite sex is completely different from the former.
They are naturally prone to sexual fantasies about certain types of people. Guided by these fantasies, they view the opposite sex with an instinctive gaze. When they use a camera to record these things, it's never so straightforward. With the camera at their disposal, they can take far more ambiguous, even bordering on pornographic, photographs.
“This photo wasn’t taken by that supervisor?” Natasha frowned. “Then who else could it be? Could it be one of his subordinates?”
“Judging someone’s personality from a photograph isn’t my forte,” Schiller said, shaking his head. “You should see a psychologist.”
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