"Mayor White was shot. The murderer shot him in the head and threw him from the patio."
In the banquet hall, everyone was brought to the wall by the agents and stood in a row. Only Benjamin stood in the middle of the hall, announcing the cause of Mayor White's death in a somewhat indifferent tone.
He said a lot of things that were obvious to everyone, so everyone looked a little impatient, but there was even worse news waiting for them.
"I just received an order from my superiors. In order to prevent the recurrence of large-scale espionage assassinations like last time, I need to ensure the safety of all important people on the east coast."
"From now on, no one is allowed to leave the mayor's residence. Agents will arrange for you to enter different guest rooms to rest..."
The crowd was in an uproar, but just when they wanted to loudly reprimand Benjamin for his boldness, his next words were like a bucket of cold water poured on everyone's heads.
"I think you all have heard the recent uproar about Philby's body on the radio. You may think that those commentators who said there was a bigger conspiracy behind it are making up nonsense, but I can tell you that it is not.
in this way."
"Kim Philby, a high-ranking Soviet spy lurking in British MI6, left an important list of Soviet spies lurking in the European and American intelligence networks during his lifetime. We call it 'Philby'
List'."
"According to reliable informants, Philby handed this list to a mysterious agent who had been in single-line contact with him. During years of tracing, someone discovered that various clues pointed to the east coast of the United States."
The boiling discussion on the field gradually quieted down. Everyone knew that in this period, when this issue is involved, anyone may be a target, no matter how much wealth, status and fame he has.
Benjamin's eyes swept across the field. His gaze was extremely oppressive. No one wanted to look at him. He continued:
"In recent years, the frequent murders of spies in major cities on the East Coast are not accidental. Federal authorities have discovered that there is indeed a mysterious spy intelligence network here, and the people who organized and built this intelligence network are most likely the same ones who used the
The mysterious agent who got to Philby's list."
"Here, I must inform everyone with regret..." Benjamin's voice became colder and colder, and his tone became lower and lower, as if he was reading a death notice. He said: "According to our many years of investigation,
That mysterious agent is likely to be in a high position, which means he is likely to be one of you."
"Sorry, everyone, but what I want to say is that you are all suspected, so you must stay and cooperate with the investigation."
"So, are you going to lock us up and interrogate us?" Bruce folded his arms and said coldly: "Do you know, I have two parties to go to tomorrow night, and I have to go to a football match the day after tomorrow...
…”
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne, but this is an order from my superiors and I can't disobey it." Benjamin's tone towards Bruce was quite polite. In other words, he also had some respect for real behemoths such as the Luther Group and the Wayne Group.
fear.…
Although he knew in his heart that Bruce Wayne was unlikely to be a spy, the news that the president was a spy was more convincing than the news that the heir to the Wayne family was a spy.
Bruce seemed very irritable, and his attitude made the rest of the people a little bit impatient. They all knew that neither the CIA nor the FBI had any good way to deal with the Wayne Group. If Bruce could stand up,
Maybe they don't have to be locked up here.
At this moment, Laionel stood up. He still maintained that smile, and then said: "Everyone, calm down. Mayor White was just killed. No one knows whether it was a spy...
"
"We are all gathered here, and there are agents. The spies dare not make a second case in a short period of time. But if everyone disperses and takes their own transportation home, no one will know.
, will the murderer pick out lone people to kill?"
"Everyone has worked hard to achieve today's status and reputation. If all this comes to nothing due to some careless ways of doing things, it will be a tragedy not only for you, but also for the East Coast cities and
It is also a loss for the entire federation..."
Lionel strode to the center of the field, then looked at Benjamin and said, "I think the agent in charge will definitely assure us that he will never infringe on our privacy and will do his best to protect our safety.
Right?"
Benjamin crossed his arms and said: "I have said it, this is not a mandatory review, it is just a closure method during a special period. There are sufficient supplies in the mayor's mansion. We just need to spend tonight and wait until the results of all external investigations are confirmed.
, you are free to leave."
After hearing that there was only one night, many people's attitudes softened a little. Then Laionel asked Benjamin again: "We won't be locked in the room, right? As long as we don't leave the mayor's mansion, where can we go?"
They should all be free, right?”
Benjamin didn't reply, just nodded, and then said angrily: "You'd better not wander around. If there is a spy among you, and he attacks those who are alone, we won't be able to protect you personally."
"You mean, that spy will still attack us???"
"Then what are we going to do?? If he rushes into my room and shoots at me, how can I hide away??"
"Aren't you the FBI? I pay so much tax every year, why aren't you responsible for protecting our safety?!"
It was Bruce who interrupted the questioning and complaining of the group. He waved his hand impatiently and turned to walk up the stairs. He said: "Waiter, bring me some wine. Nights without wine are really bad."
downright……"
After saying that, he held Selena's waist and walked up the stairs. Selena smiled cooperatively and leaned close to his face, as if teasing him.
People around him have long been accustomed to his ridiculous behavior and words. Everyone knows that Little Wayne is an ignorant playboy.
Besides, Bruce is only 19 years old this year. You can't expect a 19-year-old kid to be unreasonable and cautious. Those people who are ready to take action sighed helplessly and enviously when they saw Bruce's attitude of being drunk now and drunk the next.
Jealousy again…
After Bruce left, many people followed him upstairs. These people basically had no backers and knew that they could not resist these agents, so they resigned themselves to their fate and went upstairs to sleep.
After most people went upstairs, Schiller followed the crowd. The person who led him was a female agent. On the way to the room, she kept trying to talk to Schiller.
"I guess you should arrange a separate agent for each person to get close to them, and then ask for information. What do you want to ask?" Schiller said to the female agent straight to the point.
"You can call me Kayla. You don't seem to be very disgusted with agents. Have you ever dealt with us?"
"Of course, many of the cases I've been involved in have involved FBI agents, and I've worked with them."
The female agent named Kayla seemed a little unnatural. She said, "Yes, sometimes we are also responsible for solving some crimes that are difficult to solve."
"To be honest, your colleagues are not as serious as you when they are investigating. They will not hang around the body. They will only hold a record book and ask questions. They will only apply for a search warrant or conduct a search.
It’s useful during compulsory searches.”
Kayla pursed her lips and said, "This is determined by the nature of our work."
"But this cannot hide the fact that your investigation level is very poor. The detection efficiency is low, there are too many red tapes, and some people have many bad habits and are used to killing time..."
Kayla responded perfunctorily. She heard Schiller scolding all the FBI agents, but she couldn't find a chance to interrupt.
When opening the guest room door, Schiller entered the door, but did not close the door. Instead, he said to Keira: "Miss Keira, I can see that you have not been with the CIA for a long time..."
"I...what? I'm the FBI!"
"Really? If you were really an FBI agent, when I said, 'Your detective skills are like shit,' you would have pulled out the gun and pointed it at my head.
Already."
Kayla glared at Schiller, who smiled and said, "You probably haven't experienced the benefits of having law enforcement powers within federal territory, so you can't learn from their arrogance."
"Anyway, thank you for sending me here. If you have any questions to ask or any troubles to solve, I welcome you to come to me here, but for now, good night."
After saying that, the door closed with a bang. Keira stared at the door for a long time. Just when she turned to leave, the door opened again with a "squeak". Keira turned around and saw Xi
Le put a piece of paper on the door with "Do Not Disturb" written on it.
"I was just being polite, don't get me wrong." After Schiller finished speaking, the door closed again.
On the other side, in Bruce's room, they were chatting and laughing just now. As soon as the two entered the room, they paused for a moment, and then began to rummage around the room in perfect harmony.
"The quality of the sheets is good, enough for us to go down to the first floor." Selina said as she lifted up the pillows and quilts and pulled down the sheets.
Bruce took out a razor from the bathroom connected to the master bedroom. He said, "I can take out a part from it and use it to pick the lock. After all, if the door is turned over, it will be easy to be discovered."...
As he said that, he walked to the window, looked down, and said: "They seem to have placed some dangerous people in high-rise buildings, including Professor Schiller. Maybe they thought we were not a threat, so they only placed us on the fourth floor..."
Selina twisted the sheets into a rope and said, "We have to get the equipment, but you can't wear the suit when we come back, otherwise it will be too obvious."
"Of course I know. I don't intend to turn this place into a gladiatorial arena. On the contrary, I want to see what they want to do." Bruce squinted his eyes and looked at the agents patrolling the yard.
After a while, after Selina finished it, she also came to the balcony, looked around at the patrol route of the agents, and said a little confused: "Where are they from? Why do I feel that they are not as good as those from Gotham?"
Gangster?"
"Look, there is a patrol blind spot there, next to the flower bed... If I climb up the pine tree and then jump down, they will definitely not be able to find me."
"And there, those two people turned around so close that I could even rush over..."
Selina frowned and said with disgust: "None of the famous gang bosses in the East District would arrange such a loophole-filled patrol route. Otherwise, I would have stolen all their manor."
Bruce sighed helplessly. Just as he was about to say something, Selina turned back and said, "The plan has changed. They are too amateur. You don't need to go out. I can just get the equipment back for you."
Bruce opened his mouth. This was the first time he heard someone want to help him solve everything during the operation. Selina waved her hand nonchalantly. Bruce thought for a moment and said, "Okay, the key to the helicopter is
exist……"
Selena turned back and smiled sweetly at Bruce, then waved her right hand and raised her fingertips. A key with a buckle appeared on her fingertips. She said:
