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章節 3235: Chapter 2379: Gotham Music Festival (81)_1

Although it was possible that he had given the wrong phone book, they still matched up the passwords through inexplicable communication, and Shiller thought the situation might have gone like this.

In the call, Oliver somehow convinced these Soviet people, and out of the caution required of an agent, they would definitely ask Oliver to come for a face-to-face meeting. Unaware that this was a meet-up for agents, Oliver went without any guard up.

Thus, due to a mix-up, the two sides met, and after a chat, it turned out they had indeed connected successfully.

Shiller felt he hadn't said anything, just handed out the phone book, and the act of the phone book just so happening to have the KGB's number in it could have been interpreted by Oliver as me suggesting he rent a place in Moscow.

Upon reflection, Oliver figured that since he wasn't planning on returning to Mexico anytime soon, and Gotham wasn't a place where he could prosper, he might as well check out Moscow.

In fact, Moscow needed Oliver more. To say that the Soviet Union was hanging by a thread was almost an insult to the human respiratory system. Apart from being called the Soviet Union, it had nothing to do with the real Soviet Union and could only be seen as an ordinary major country.

But that didn't mean they didn't want to survive. Pressured too much by America, compromise was no way out. As always, they needed uplifting news, a hero, someone to show the people that there were still those persevering, so they too could not give up. This was how the government could continue to sustain itself.

The appearance of Oliver was like a traveler on the verge of dying of thirst who sees an oasis in the desert. It had been too long since such a hero had emerged among them.

And he was an American, the most wonderful thing was that he was an American.

Therefore, regardless of the considerations, once Moscow learned of Oliver's identity through people on the streets, they would certainly be desperate to bring Oliver back to Moscow immediately.

As for how Oliver returned, that's easily explained. These Soviet people used magic, so the four or five hours probably included all the time spent making arrangements, the actual travel lasting no more than five minutes.

Then Shiller recalled another matter that left him speechless, the very KGB Sixteenth Bureau he nominally directed was the one involved in researching magic. This move was akin to performing ballet with a rock in hand, only to end up hitting one's own foot.

However, on the other hand, because the connection was completely accidental, neither side was prepared. No counter-surveillance or counter-espionage systems had been engaged, and the news was bound to leak out.

On one hand, this era's KGB was not a monolith, including the Sixteenth Bureau, and on the other hand, the leak on Oliver's part was too big, as he was followed by a string of assassins.

Shiller speculated that this group of elite agents might have followed Oliver there, and the Federal Bureau of Investigation probably knew that the ineffectual Penitent Cartel drug dealers would find it difficult to take down Oliver inside Gotham, and eventually would have to send highly skilled and experienced elite agents.

Since they were elite, they understood the importance of taking action, so it's likely that this group had been following Oliver, waiting for the right moment to strike.

At first, they were not in a hurry because Oliver was clearly unable to sort out his business in Mexico before coming back, meaning he couldn't return there in the short term. With him lingering in Gotham, accidents were always bound to happen, weren't they?

But once they overheard that Oliver was going to Moscow, the situation escalated greatly. If Oliver managed to arrive in Moscow safely, it would be like giving a dying Soviet Union a shot of adrenaline, or even like hooking them directly up to a high-tech respirator.

One must understand that even though one's legs may no longer kick and breath is no longer drawn, there are still a multitude of living cells within a dying body. The same held true inside the Soviet Union, where an entire generation raised in such conditions and atmosphere existed. Even with corruption and degeneracy, not everything and everyone could be fully tainted; there were bound to be exceptions.

Oliver would undoubtedly become their banner and benchmark, rekindling their hopes. This could actually lead to their revival.

How could the Federal Bureau of Investigation not be anxious? They had waited for an opportunity only to see a potential disaster brewing. If things really did develop that way, the primary responsibility would lie with the FBI. Why didn't you act swiftly to kill Oliver when you had the chance?

The FBI couldn't afford to take this lightly, they would certainly deploy all resources as quickly as possible to ensure that before Oliver left, he would remain on this land forever.

But they miscalculated one thing, this group of KGB could use magic.

The scene then was probably these elite agents hastily formulating a battle plan before storming into the KGB base. They thought they were facing normal agents, but the KGB also assumed they were up against normal agents. When they clashed, both sides were immediately shocked.

The elite agents must have felt astonished that these cooks had deviated from recipes to military strategies. You tell everyone you're a materialist, yet you've taken up magic behind the scenes, is there no law left?

The KGB would certainly be even more shocked. Weren't there no FBI agents inside Gotham? Where did these formidable people spring from?

Since both underestimated each other's strength, neither went all-out at the start, leading to both sides taking a hit. After adjusting their assessment, they both went overboard using excessive force, making the fight intractable.

These Russian operatives must have only sent a few agents to escort Oliver away, leaving the rest to engage in the fight, hence the ridiculous scene Shiller witnessed, a magic battle between KGB magicians and Gotham's elite FBI.

But it could also be during this process that Bruce noticed the situation here. In fact, he probably couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to. Apart from the two pounds of cameras he had installed under the eaves, the noise from the mages fighting was quite loud. Whether it was fireballs or streams of water, both came with their own light effects, making them too noticeable.

In Batman's view, the most absurd part of this scene wasn't the Russian-speaking people using magic, but rather the group being chased pulling out weapons from the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Bruce's illness had greatly improved, but he was Batman, and even if he wasn't, just an ordinary wealthy capitalist, he could never allow a group of super-armed forces to loiter around his home every day.

So Bruce had to ask, if you're going to send agents, why send the particularly strong ones to my side? Who are those agents intended to fight against? Who else could match their strength?

In this era, there's a ridiculous fact that if one must choose a neighbor between a KGB agent and an FBI agent, the richer one would tend to prefer the former, because the adversaries only want you to lose, while your own people are more likely to want you dead.

Bruce's countermeasures are also straightforward: Amanda appears on camera and exposes some of the FBI's misdeeds while not making her point clear, because these statements are not actually meant for the American public, but for Moscow's ears.

That America has concocted another grand conspiracy is not surprising, but what is strange is the connection to serial murders and sacrifices. Surely those chefs in Moscow have stopped following recipes and started studying military tactics. How have you also begun to investigate magic?

By the time the news of these magic-wielding KGB agents reaches Washington, both sides will find themselves in the same awkward predicament. After so long into the Cold War, it turns out that not only can I no longer keep up in the scientific field, but you've also started to secretly study magic, haven't you?

Combined with Amanda's mentions of Mexico, the people of Moscow would surely believe that the US used extremely despicable means to meddle in the Mexican revolution, further highlighting Oliver's tragic heroism.

Let's be honest, the fact that Oliver is leaving at this stage is somewhat unsightly. After all, the revolution has not been fully successful yet, and he's already rushing back to take the credit. Malicious people could easily make a big deal out of this, painting Oliver as a deserter.

But if America used methods outside of social order, then it's no wonder Oliver would need to temporarily relocate. Most people in Moscow don't even know their own country is researching magic; they will simply think that the Americans are cowardly, too scared to compete with the Soviet Union in science and technology, thus choosing to oppress the revolutionary hero through unsightly means of heresy.

This would enable Oliver to gain more sympathy and praise from others, and that's what would be most fatal for America because it's akin to adding a healing potion to the oxygen in a ventilator.

Trouble in Mexico could at worst be considered a fire on the butt, and even if all the feathers there get singed off, it would only be embarrassing. The chicken's rear-end being ugly is far from causing a deadly wound.

But it's different with the Soviet Union. The mighty bear has penetrated the eagle's feathers with its sharp teeth several times, nearly suffocating it. Just as it manages to pull its head back for a breath, a large breath from the resuscitation starts it off again; severing the head would only take one bite.

This could certainly be considered the harshest revenge on the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Every day thereafter, every distressing incident this country experiences could be blamed on the FBI's failure to decisively finish off Oliver on home soil.

Having realized the crux of the issue, Shiller no longer hesitated. He needed to quickly settle these affairs, lest they impact the upcoming grand concert, which would be as severe as ruining Arrogant's umbrella.

But as they say, when it rains, it pours. Just as Shiller got back to the manor and wanted to check the phone, he saw his butler Merkel with an expression full of astonishment.

Approaching, Shiller saw Merkel watching a video clip. At the sight of Shiller coming over, Merkel jumped in alarm, almost throwing his phone away.

"What is this?"

"Uh, nothing, Professor."

Shiller narrowed his eyes.

"Alright, this is a video that's going viral on the internet. If you want to see it, you can go to the official Gotham website. Someone uploaded it there."

Shiller turned on the computer with some effort, accessed the internet, and logged on to the website. After opening it, he found the video had been pushed to the top comment, visible as soon as one clicked on it.

Batman is pole dancing.

To be precise, Deadpool is wearing a bat suit and pole dancing.

Shiller, feeling as though he had seen a ghost, slammed the computer shut.


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章節 3236: Chapter 2380: Gotham Music Festival (82)_1

Shiller knew it wasn't Batman because, obviously, the bat suit was just a bodysuit with two pointy ears added to the cowl—perhaps to avoid copyright infringement, the logo on the Bat-belt wasn't a bat but a horizontal lying beauty.

Maybe to hide the flaws of his skin, Deadpool wore a mask that didn't expose his chin, and gloves covered his hands—apart from a small area around the eye sockets, almost no skin was visible.

Since the bat cowl wasn't custom-made and seemed like merchandise from a Batman fan club, the fit around the eyes wasn't very snug, and the little bit of skin that was showing lay completely in shadow.

Deadpool's dance was surprisingly good. Of course, he had no flexibility to speak of, but these kinds of pole dances are more about being provocative than skilled. Deadpool twisted and swayed so seductively that it was hard to believe he wasn't thoroughly enjoying himself—apart from having a gun pointed at his head by Deathstroke, he lacked just 0.01% of the initiative required to not be able to exude such a vibe.

Shiller exited the video interface, scrolled to the second comment and realized there was a follow-up to the video, and its popularity was skyrocketing. He refreshed the page, only to find that the number of comments had grown by more than 2,000.

Clicking on the comments, Shiller had a bad feeling. The initial dance video comments were mostly people jesting, most of them brief and easy to scroll through.

But the comments section for the second video was filled with lengthy essays, the kind that Bruce would have to write floaters for at least two months, and scrolling to the bottom wouldn't even take you past a single person's comment.

The online social habits in Europe and America are a bit odd—they really like to use real photos of themselves as avatars. In this burgeoning Internet era, forums are nearly full of real faces.

And now, looking over the comments section, it was dark with profiles of almost entirely Black individuals.

With a sinking feeling, Shiller clicked on the video, and unfortunately, just as Deadpool's Batman had gotten halfway through his act, with a loud snap, the glass of the window on his right shattered, and a group of people rushed in.

Deadpool was clearly taken aback, and the cameraman even swore. In that brief moment, Shiller recognized that it was indeed Deathstroke. This was how Deathstroke sought revenge against Batman.

But the situation before him was beyond his expectation because the intruders weren't just any riffraff but a well-trained group of agents.

Deathstroke immediately realized something was off because the intruders' window breaking and landing stances were too professional. To most people, smashing through a window might seem cool, but without professional training, the best outcome would be full of glass shards.

They entered with their backs first, making an obvious upward motion, landing in front of the shattered glass, using their backs, which had the largest surface area, to hit the ground, and rapidly rolling to avoid hitting the broken glass headfirst.

They were clearly launched in, meaning the whole maneuver was unexpectedly reacted to and completed mid-air. This wouldn't be difficult for Deathstroke—he was the king of battle-hardened mercenaries. But among common folk, no one could act and reach out like that without being strong.

Deathstroke immediately clenched his weapon, took a few steps back, crouched in the corner, and stared intently at the people who had rushed in. He recognized them—it was that bunch of blue-coated dogs from the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Deadpool was merrily dancing, oblivious to the people storming in, and even if he had noticed, he wouldn't have been able to analyze the situation as Deathstroke did. He still thought they were just ordinary police, so he wiggled his butt and made a coquettish gesture, saying,

"Hey, don't shoot, I'm Batman. Though I didn't get to show off my sexy chin, you should be able to see these even sexier abs..."

The agents didn't even acknowledge him, not sparing him a glance, nimbly weaving through the bar's obstacles toward another window.

"Hey, buddy, can't you see I'm Batman? You're in trouble!" Deadpool jumped aside and shouted at the group of agents, "You have to believe me, I'm not showing my chin because I didn't want you to see my skin, I..."

Then the ones chasing the group of agents showed up. No wonder these elite agents were being chased so pitifully—they were followed by a group of magicians along with a crowd of mercenaries and killers.

After escaping from the hands of Soviet magicians, these agents naturally felt they couldn't stay and knew they were too late to stop Oliver from returning to Moscow. They had to urgently inform their superiors.

Their rendezvous point was set up on Black Island because it was far from Gotham's mainland and was a place teeming with mixed crowds, making it a relatively easy breach point. After following Oliver here, they took up residence on the island.

But as soon as they returned, they encountered the biggest chaos ever to hit Black Island, with magicians and mercenary killers clashing into a melee.

Having just been pursued by Soviet magicians, already suffering from magician PTSD, they assumed the worst when they saw the tumult and suspected KGB agents had ambushed the place earlier. They decided to strike first.

But when they made their move, the magicians didn't recognize them. How could the mercenaries and killers, who frequently dealt with Federal Bureau of Investigation agents, fail to recognize them?

While the magicians were just causing trouble and many mercenaries and killers were reluctantly dragged into the fray with no prior grudge against them, it was different for the agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Almost everyone here deeply resented them.

When they saw agents join the fight, even though the mercenaries and killers seemed to be attacking the magicians, their bullets, darts, and explosives sometimes deliberately missed their mark, landing on the agents instead.

And how could those agents tolerate that? After years of practicing their grappling skills, would they let these sewer rats trample on their heads and strut around?

When agents clashed with the mercenary killers, the magician thought he had received backup, so he moved towards the agents. However, what the agents despised the most were them, striking them down as well.

Seeing this, the magician realized that someone indiscriminate of friend and foe had emerged, a madman each exceedingly strong. Without neutralizing them first, it'd be difficult to escape.

As a result, it turned into mercenaries and assassins along with the magician ganging up on the agents. No matter how tough these agents were, they couldn't withstand the dual onslaught of physical and magic attacks. What else to do? The old method, run.

Black Island wasn't large to begin with, and the site of the brawl was in the heart of a commercial district. Deathstroke had chosen a specific bar on the island, a place he was more familiar with, to have Deadpool pose as Batman.

Keep in mind that in this world, Batman reveals his true identity online, so almost everyone knows he is Bruce Wayne. Seeing Batman pole dancing might only amuse people, but if Bruce Wayne were to hit the scene, it'd be hard not to suspect he has some special fetishes.

This couldn't exactly be said to strike at Bruce's reputation, it was purely to disgust him.

Deathstroke's plan was solid, but after the agents burst in, everything turned chaotic, and the bar erupted into a fracas.

Deadpool was moving around the cramped bar, spewing trash talk like crazy.

True to his nickname 'Deadpool the Merc with a Mouth,' his mouth was indeed filthy, verbally attacking everyone in the bar within a few short seconds.

The agents were already fuming with anger, and Deadpool's taunts were like pouring gasoline on the fire. None of the agents thought of running away anymore. They rushed towards Deadpool, intent on close-quarters combat.

Deadpool wasn't easy to handle, performing several rolls and agilely leaping over the bar, and truly, no one seemed to get the better of him.

Yet, just as he was smugly picking up a glass as if to admire it, his ankle was pulled.

Deadpool had never worn a uniform with a cape and was unaccustomed to dragging a tail behind him. An agent whom Deathstroke had knocked to the ground reached out and grabbed Deadpool's cape, pulling it and causing Deadpool to lose his balance and stagger in the agent's direction, then yanking his ankle to bring him down.

Deadpool crashed to the floor with a bang. Just as he tried to get up, a dart whizzed past his scalp. Deadpool had no choice but to roll on the spot, kicking the agent away as he rose. Just as he got up, two more darts slashed across his upper arm.

The angles of the two darts crossed, etching a V-shape on his upper arm. As the tight-fitting outer layer fell away, revealing black underneath, it turned out he was wearing his own uniform beneath the bat suit, probably in preparation for a striptease later.

Deadpool seemed completely unfazed by the pain, struggling free, clumsily scrambling up, and screaming as he ran toward Deathstroke. But an agent, who had rolled to the corner and taken position, was ready.

With a series of bangs, the staccato of gunfire marked the emptying of an M9 pistol's magazine. Deadpool, disguised as Batman, fell to the ground in the darkness.

That's where the video ended.

Shiller was very aware Deadpool was just fine – ordinary handgun bullets from over 20 meters wouldn't cause him any fatal injuries, even if he took 15 shots in a matter of seconds. Deadpool's self-healing power was robust enough to handle that.

The most contentious point of the video was that a black color was revealed when Batman's suit was cut open.

Deadpool's costume is black and red, with most of it being red, but his shoulders and the mask area are solid black – precisely where the cut had been made.

With the bar's dim lighting, it was not easy to see clearly. Most people would never think that a lunatic would wear one uniform over another, and naturally, they would assume that the revealed black was his skin.

Moreover, when Deadpool spoke, he had specifically mentioned skin because Deadpool was not from this cosmos, and in this universe, he didn't have much fame. No one knew that he was actually referring to the scars on his skin; people thought he meant skin color.

And just like that, the pot exploded.

The headline "Federal Bureau of Investigation agent empties the magazine on black Batman fan, leading to his death" quickly appeared on the front pages of major websites, followed by the traditional print media.

Thus, nearly 30 years early, the Floyd "I can't breathe" incident, which would rock the 21st century, broke out within the Federation.

Within a few short hours, websites and media commentaries began to ferment wildly, until finally, the West Coast hip-hop giant changed his profile background to black.

Biggie posted an all-black image with the caption, "We will always remember Gotham".


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