In the FBI base in LaVilla County, the metropolitan area, Amanda stood in the center of the office and said with an angry voice:
"I can't control all the killers in the world, nor can I be responsible for all the murders in the world! Even if this case happened in the FBI."
"But, Miss Amanda, you have to understand that nothing good has happened to the FBI since the implementation of your Lamb Plan. Without your plan, perhaps this murder would not have happened in the base."
Opposite Amanda, an old man with gray hair in a suit pushed up his glasses and said: "You have to understand me. I am only responsible for the FBI organization in the metropolitan area. The higher ups sent me here just to get your information." Answer directly, after all, you refused to answer my calls a few days ago."
Amanda turned her head to the side and said with a stiff voice, "My Lamb Plan has nothing to do with this case. I have nothing to explain!"
"Amanda, your attitude is not helpful in solving the problem. I know that this brutal murder that occurred at the base in LaVilla County is not necessarily directly related to your Lamb Project. You may also be I don’t know, but the question is, how many people think they are connected?”
"This case brings disgrace to the entire metropolitan FBI. We need someone to take responsibility for this. Do you want that to be you?" Amanda took a deep breath, with a look of humiliation on her face, but She quickly pursed her lips and lowered her tone, and then said, "I'm sorry, something happened to me recently, so I'm not in a good mood. I will try my best to adjust my state and give everyone an explanation."
The old man stepped forward and patted Amanda on the shoulder, and walked past her. Amanda closed her eyes, and the muscles around her mouth and neck were trembling.
After everyone left, Amanda shook her head vigorously, and Davis opened the door and said to her, "Amanda, we have to go back."
But Amanda seemed to explode suddenly. She turned around and stared at Davis fiercely and said, "What did you call me?" Davis was stunned for a moment and then said, "Amanda?"
"You used to call me Ms. Waller! Because I was your boss and I am now, and you are despising me and disrespecting me!"
Davis was a little surprised and said: "But we have been working together for such a long time, so it's a bit awkward to use honorifics, right? I won't let my subordinates insist on calling me by my last name, right?"
But Amanda stepped forward quickly, stared into Davis's eyes, and said in a cold tone: "Because you got on Wayne's line, he bribed you, and you took his money, and you felt like you had something." You rely on me, so you don’t take me seriously... You are all like this!"
"Amanda, calm down. It's good news that Wayne is willing to take over this mess. Otherwise, we will have to bear the FBI's responsibility."
"A mess?!" Amanda screamed, her voice rising, "You think my plan is a mess?! You already thought so, right?"
"Of course not, otherwise, why would you want to join this plan? It's because I agree with your ideas, so I work under you. After all this time, I haven't made any big mistakes, right?" Davis also seemed Somewhat irritable. ….
"Amanda, what has happened has happened, and we can only count ourselves unlucky. You just put your plan to house serial murderers into action, and then you encountered a brutal murderer in the FBI base. Even if others have no evidence to prove this, The two things are related, but you can't stop them from thinking in this direction."
"What Wayne said is right. Now we don't have the ability to implement this plan anymore. If he is willing to take over, then we will cooperate with him. As long as the final result is good, isn't that enough?" Davis tried to persuade him. .
Amanda clenched her fists tightly and took a deep breath as if she had made a decision.
She showed a somewhat forced smile to Davis and said, "Sorry, Davis, I just lost control of my emotions. You are right. As long as all my hard work over the years has not been wasted, let's start with Let's go back."
Davis didn't think anything of it, and he and Amanda
They took the plane back to the Florence Supermax Prison in Colorado. As soon as they entered the prison, Amanda said to Davis:
"The death of a prisoner due to improper custody was a bit troublesome. I'm afraid the Colorado State Assembly will hold him accountable for this. You'd better go there and inquire to see if they have this intention."
Davis thought for a while, pushed up his glasses and said, "I'm not worried about the parliament, but I'm afraid that some media will notice here. It happens that a congressman I know owns two newspapers. I'll go and have a dinner with him. .”
Amanda nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
After Davis left, Amanda clenched her fists again. She walked in the corridor at the door of the office for half an hour, but finally said to a security guard next to her: "Go and take the prisoner in Cell 3." Go to the interrogation room, I want to conduct special questioning with him."
"But, Miss Amanda, the prisoner in Cell 3 is marked as having the highest risk level. Mr. Wayne forbids anyone from contacting him and even canceled all mental examinations."
"Who is the person in charge of this prison?" Amanda looked into the eyes of the security personnel and said, "Are you going to write about accepting bribes on your face?"
"Sorry, I'll go right away."
Amanda went down the stairs and soon came to the inquiry room.
After opening the door, Schiller, who was sitting in the center of the room, was looking up and letting the security personnel adjust the position of his mask.
Schiller was still unable to speak, but Amanda read a sentence from his eyes: "Amanda, we meet again."
Amanda stood in the center of the room with the key in her hand, looking at the prisoners opposite who were covered with security measures, but she felt that she was the prisoner who was punished to stand.
Schiller blinked, and Amanda read another sentence as his eyes changed: "Did they put a lot of pressure on you?" Amanda turned her head to the side slightly, her Adam's apple kept trembling, and her arm muscles Tense, eyes red.
"Open his mask." Amanda said, trying to suppress her trembling voice.
The security personnel took off Schiller's mask. Schiller first let out a sigh, and at the end of the sigh, he said in a low voice: "Stupid girl..."...
But Amanda could no longer control her emotions. She was like a volcano that had been brewing for a long time but never got the chance to erupt. Her whole body was shaking as if she had been electrocuted.
She staggered a few steps, put her hands on the table, looked at Schiller with tearful eyes and said, "They want to take away everything, Wayne, Davis, the FBI, they all It's a robber, a damn robber..."
Schiller raised his eyes and looked at Amanda and said: "As a researcher of psychology, you should know very well that just because a person speaks softly to you and has a good attitude does not mean that he is on your side, nor does it mean that he is on your side. A person who speaks sharply and to the point is definitely your enemy."
Schiller leaned back on the chair, no longer looking at Amanda, but looked at the air next to him and said: "Miss Waller, actually, I don't understand what kind of hatred we have that can keep you firm. Do you think I am your enemy?"
"What is it that drives you to treat everyone as teammates in order to deal with me, or even ignore whether they have common interests with you?"
"Did I wrong you by my evaluation of you?" Schiller looked into Amanda's eyes and said, "If you are not a girl, you will know that there will be many people who will allow you to propose a plan and allow you to work hard. Let it come to pass, but you will never be allowed to reap its fruits."
Amanda kept panting, her hands on the table clenched into fists, and her nails dug deeply into her flesh. Schiller glanced at her hands and said, "If you weren't without talent, you wouldn't be without any resistance. If you are capable, let Wayne take away your rights."
"It is true that many people in this world work for money, but if you really have enough charisma and are a good leader, will your subordinates who betray you feel so at ease and not feel any guilt at all?"
"If you are not too emotional and blinded by hatred, you will
Only when you have no way out can you think of your mentor and savior. Is he capable of helping you and willing to help you? "
Amanda stood there blankly. After a while, she slowly moved her eyes over, looked at Schiller and said, "...are you willing to help me?"
"We haven't had any conflicts since the first time we met. It's you who unilaterally thinks I have a grudge against you, but I don't actually think so because I'm not a simple-minded, emotional, stupid girl. "
Amanda pursed her lips and straightened her body. She glanced at the collar around Schiller's neck and said, "Even if I treat you in this cruel way?" "So you know that this method is cruel." Schiller said again He blinked and said, "Because of your ignorance and wishful thinking, I was tortured by sensory deprivation for two weeks and underwent an extremely inhumane surgery. You also let the switch of the controller fall into Wayne's hands. "
Amanda wiped her eyes and her tone became a little anxious: "I don't know, you were actually..."
"Don't mention what happened back then." Schiller shook his head and said, "I want to help you, just because I have to teach Bruce Wayne a lesson."…
Amanda couldn't take her eyes away from Schiller's face. She couldn't make any move now, or rather, she didn't dare to do it.
Schiller's face in front of him was pale, and his eyes were sunk deep into his sockets, making him appear dim and unclear, but everyone could read the madness and neurosis in them.
Every natural born killer in this world is a control freak, a sadist, and a psychopath.
They are the only ones who infringe on other people's territory, and if someone dares to offend them, they will be punished tenfold.
"You know what? I don't care that Bruce Wayne made me confess, or put me in jail, or that he tortured me, or tried to use some device to control me, or that he shed blood, Pain and humiliation."
Schiller always behaves very elegantly and never becomes hysterical. The only thing that can show his indifference and madness is his gray eyes.
Amanda heard Schiller say in a deep voice:
"But he lost the most basic courtesy and didn't even say hello to me when he saw me again. I hate rude people."
"He must pay the price and learn a painful lesson."
When Schiller moved her eyes to Amanda, Amanda took a step back instinctively. She lowered her head and covered her mouth with her hands, unable to say a word.
In an instant, all the expressions on Schiller's face disappeared, and the terrible sense of oppression disappeared, and he became calm and elegant again. He looked at Amanda and said unhurriedly: "Tell me about the current situation. "
"The FBI has completely distrusted me. They have put a lot of pressure on me and asked me to explain the murders that occurred at the LaVilla County base. They just want me to be responsible!"
"Davis and most of the security staff are on Wayne's side. He also has the remote control to control the nano-neural control device. Our chances of resisting him are already very slim." Amanda was very embarrassed. said.
"That's for you." Schiller shook his head slightly and said, "I'm different from you. I didn't spend so many years living alone. I still have a lot of friends."
Amanda opened her mouth, looked at Schiller with a complicated expression and said, "Bruce Wayne is really your good student, you two are exactly the same...Sorry, Professor."
"Remember that phone call?" Schiller looked up at Amanda.
Amanda frowned deeply. She recalled the scene that day and asked, "Who is Lucifer?"
"A son who has been in conflict with his father for thousands of years." Schiller summed it up very briefly. Before Amanda could speak, Schiller said before her: "He can't Provide us with any direct assistance..."
"But precisely because he is also a father's son and understands me very well, he can bring me the ally I want most." "What are we going to do?" Amanda asked
. "Don't do anything. Get out of here and let me stay here until night." "Why?" Amanda asked very confused.
"Because the night belongs to Batman."
There is nothing special about the Colorado night. It is equally deep and dark. The inquiry room with only one small window turns into complete darkness as night falls.
Schiller sat quietly in the middle of the room, his expression very calm, as if he was waiting for someone to come to an appointment.
The hands of the clock turned to 1:05 in the morning. Suddenly, there was a slight movement in the quiet room. Schiller then said: "It seems that Lucifer did not disappoint me."
The dark figure who had just entered the room paused. When those gray eyes glanced over, he knew that he had found the right person. "You seem to know I'm coming." A deep voice sounded.
Schiller didn't answer. He just looked at the dark figure who entered the room. He was tall and strong, with a long cloak wrapping his body. The dim light shone on him, and the shadow stretched behind him, covering the entire corner of the room and most of the ceiling.
At the end of the shadow, the most eye-catching thing is the two long pointed ears. "Long time no see... In other words, nice to meet you for the first time, Batman."
-.-Go to check.
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