Chapter 421: Mystery in the Metropolis (V)
"Mayor White was shot. The murderer shot him in the head and threw him down from the top of the patio."
In the banquet hall, everyone was taken to the wall by the agents and stood in a row. Only Benjamin stood in the middle of the hall, reporting the cause of Mayor White's death in a somewhat indifferent tone.
He said a lot of obvious situations, so everyone's face was a little impatient, but a worse news was waiting for them.
"I just received an order from my superiors. In order to prevent large-scale spy 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 mansion. Agents will arrange for you to rest in different guest rooms later..."
The crowd was in an uproar, but just when they wanted to loudly rebuke Benjamin for his audacity, his next words were like a basin of cold water poured on everyone's head.
"I think everyone should have heard about the recent uproar over the Philby body case on the radio. You may think that those critics who say there is a bigger conspiracy behind this are talking nonsense, but I can tell you that it is not the case."
"Kim Philby, a Soviet spy who was lurking in the British MI6 and held a high position, left an important list of Soviet spies lurking in the European and American intelligence networks before his death. We call it the 'Philby List'."
"According to reliable informants, this list was handed over by Philby to a mysterious agent who had been in single-line contact with him. During the years of investigation, some people found that all the clues pointed to the east coast of the United States."
The boiling discussion on the field gradually quieted down. Everyone knew that at this time, once this issue was involved, anyone could be a target, no matter how much wealth, status and fame he had.
Benjamin's eyes swept across the field. His gaze was so oppressive that no one wanted to look him in the eye. He continued:
"In recent years, the frequent spy murders 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 person who organized and built this intelligence network is likely to be the mysterious agent who got the Philby list that year."
"Here, I must regretfully inform everyone..." 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 years of investigation, the mysterious agent is likely to be in a high position. In other words, he is likely to be one of you. "" Sorry, everyone, but what I want to say is that you have suspicions, so you must stay and cooperate with the investigation. Sorry, Mr. Wayne, but this is the order of superiors, and I cannot violate it. The news that the president is a spy is more convincing. At this moment, Lionel stood up, still smiling, and said, "Everyone calm down, Mayor White was just killed, no one knows if it was a spy..."
"We are all gathered here, and with the agents, the spies dare not commit a second case in a short time, but if everyone disperses and takes their own transportation to go home, no one knows whether the murderer will pick on the lone person."
"Everyone has made a lot of efforts to achieve today's status and reputation. If all this comes to nothing because of some careless way of doing things, it will not only be a tragedy for you, but also a loss for the East Coast cities and the entire federation..."
Come Alonel strode to the center of the venue, then looked at Benjamin and said, "I think the agent chief will definitely assure us that he will never violate our privacy and will do his best to protect our safety, right?"
Benjamin crossed his arms and said, "I have said that this is not a forced review, but a closed method during a special period. There are sufficient supplies in the mayor's mansion. As long as you get through tonight and wait until the results of all external investigations are confirmed, you can leave freely."
Hearing that there is only one night, many people's attitudes softened a little. Then, Alonel asked Benjamin again: "We will not be locked in the room, right? As long as we do not leave the mayor's mansion, we should be free to go anywhere, right?"
Benjamin didn't reply, just nodded, and then said unhappily: "You'd better not walk around. What if there is a spy among you, and he attacks the lone person, and we can't protect you closely."
"You mean, that spy will also attack us???"
"Then what should we do? If he rushes into my room and shoots me, how can I hide?"
"Aren't you the FBI? I pay so much tax every year, why don't you take responsibility for protecting our safety?!"
It was Bruce who interrupted the group of people's questioning and complaints. He waved his hand impatiently, turned around and walked up the stairs. He said: "Waiter, bring me some wine. A night without wine is really terrible..."
After that, he put his arm around Selena's waist and walked up the stairs. Selena also cooperated and smiled close to his face, as if teasing him.
The people around him have long been accustomed to his ridiculous behavior and words. Everyone knows that Wayne Jr. is an uneducated playboy.
Besides, Bruce is only 19 years old this year. You can't expect a 19-year-old to be worrying and cautious. Seeing Bruce's attitude of living for the moment, the restless people sighed helplessly in their hearts, envious and jealous. …
After Bruce left, many people followed him upstairs. These people basically had no backing and knew that they could not resist this group of agents, so they resigned themselves to going upstairs to sleep.
After most people went upstairs, Schiller also followed the crowd upstairs. A female agent led the way for him. On the way to the room, she kept trying to talk to Schiller.
"I guess you should assign a separate agent to each person to get close to him 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, there are many cases in which I have been involved in that FBI agents have participated in the investigation. I have worked with them."
The expression of the female agent named Kayla seemed a little unnatural. She said: "Yes, sometimes we are also responsible for solving some difficult murders."
"To be honest, your colleagues are not as serious as you when investigating cases. They will not circle around the corpse. They will only report a record book and ask questions on the side. It is only useful when applying for a search warrant or conducting a compulsory search."
Kayla pursed her lips and said: "This is determined by the nature of our work."
"But this can hardly 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 listened to Schiller scolding the FBI agents all the way, but she couldn't find a chance to interrupt.
When opening the door of the guest room, Schiller entered the room but did not close it. Instead, he said to Kayla, "Miss Kayla, I can see that you have not been working for the CIA for long..."
"I...what? I am the FBI!"
"Really? If you are really an FBI agent, when I said 'your detection ability is like shit', you should have taken out your gun and pointed it at my head."
Kayla stared at Schiller, who smiled and said, "You should not have experienced the benefits of having law enforcement power within the federal territory, so you can't learn their arrogance."
"Anyway, thank you for sending me here. If you have any questions to ask or any trouble to solve, you are welcome to come here to find me, but now, good night."
After that, the door "banged" shut. Kayla stared at the door for a while. Just when she turned around to leave, the door opened again with a "creak". Kayla looked back and saw Schiller posted a piece of paper on the door with "Do Not Disturb" written on it.
"I was just being polite, don't get me wrong." Schiller said, and the door closed again.
On the other side, in Bruce's room, the two who were just talking and laughing, entered the room, paused for a moment, and then began to search the room in tacit understanding.
"The quality of the bed sheet is good, enough for us to go down to the first floor." Selina said as she lifted the pillow and quilt and pulled the bed sheet down.
Bruce took out a razor from the bathroom connected to the master bedroom. He said, "I can take out a part from it to pick the lock. After all, if we climb out of the door, we will be easily discovered."...
As he said that, he walked to the window and looked down, saying, "They seem to have arranged some dangerous people in the upper floors, including Professor Schiller. They may think that we are not a threat, so they only arranged 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 battle suit when you 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 narrowed his eyes and looked at the agents patrolling in the yard.
After a while, Selina finished and came to the balcony. She looked around the patrol route of the agents and said in confusion: "Who are they from? Why do I feel that they are not as good as the gangs in Gotham?"
"Look, there is a blind spot for patrol, next to the flower bed... If I climb up the pine tree and jump down, they will definitely not find it."
"And there, the two people turned around too close, I could even rush over directly..."
Selina frowned and said with disdain: "The gang bosses with some reputation in the East District would not arrange such a loophole patrol route, otherwise, their manors would have been stolen by me long ago. . "
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 have to go out. I can just help you get the equipment back."
Bruce opened his mouth. It was the first time he heard someone want to help him solve everything during the operation. Selina waved her hand nonchalantly. Bruce thought about it and said, "Okay, the key to the helicopter is here..."
Selina turned around and smiled sweetly at Bruce, then waved her right hand and picked up her fingertips. A key with a buckle appeared on her fingertips. She said:
"It's here with me... and your heart."