PFC Chapter 2950 Leisure Time (2)
Chapter 2950 Leisure Time (2)
Chapter 2950 Leisure Time (Twenty)
Tim knew that what he said was not without basis. The prototypes he referred to were actually the blue men, the guardians of the universe, and several large lantern groups under his command.
This is actually the relationship between them. Even the little blue man took the initiative to create the yellow light in order to balance the green light. In essence, he wanted to control the conflict between the green light and the yellow light within a beneficial range.
The result is naturally not so wonderful, and it can even be said to be contrary to the original intention. Without the Yellow Lantern Corps, the Green Lantern Corps might be easier to control. The fact is that now both the Green Lantern Corps and the Yellow Lantern Corps are difficult to control.
The fundamental reason was that Tim felt that the little blue man was selfish on the one hand and not considerate enough on the other.
Lack of control over details will lead to the accumulation of errors, causing things to deviate from their original track. By the time they explode all at once, the deviation will have already been impossible to correct.
Tim believes that if there is an organization like the blue men on this earth, it will be difficult for them to avoid the same tragedy as the blue men.
But the thing is, they seem to be in control so well, Tim wonders how they do it.
Hearing his question, Steve smiled and said, "To be honest, there is indeed such an organization, but it is a confidential organization. I have no right to disclose any relevant matters."
Tim could tell that this was not a rejection. Steve was just hinting that he should investigate it himself, which was exactly the purpose of Tim being brought in.
"Okay, let's stop here for today." Steve stood up and winked at Tim before leaving.
After Steve left with the notebook, Tim sat there thinking before the other agents came.
He deliberately suggested that Steve was a reassurance sent by Nick to the FBI. In fact, he was testing Steve. If he was determined not to be exposed and still needed to appear loyal, he would naturally not respond.
But now it seems that Captain America is not afraid of the FBI, perhaps because even if the FBI knew what he was here for, they would have to use him.
In this case, if anything goes wrong with the people Steve has captured, the FBI will have no way to do anything.
In this way, Tim knows that his fooling around here will not bring any trouble to Captain America, and Captain America will not come forward to stop him, and may even adopt a tacit attitude.
Then he confirmed from Steve that there was indeed such an organization that was above all other parties. Although he couldn't say it, the FBI must have relevant information.
Putting these two pieces of information together, although I had already made plans before I was caught, didn't the other party also know my plan and that's why they caught me?
Perhaps SHIELD and Captain America are eager to cause a big commotion within the FBI, so that any loss of intelligence will be the FBI's fault.
This is probably why Jason emphasized to Captain America that he is very smart. He was telling Captain America and SHIELD that he could definitely make the FBI restless.
Captain America chose to believe Jason, so he came here.
"In that case, what are you waiting for?"
Tim stood up and slammed the table, "Someone come! Someone come quickly! I want to report that SHIELD's psychiatrist, Schiller Rodriguez, is a HYDRA! Someone come quickly!!!"
Pamela was taken to another room. People outside the door came in waves, and hurried conversations could be heard again and again.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the door finally opened and a familiar red-haired figure walked in. He turned to the ordinary agent following behind him and said, "This is a super-powered criminal. He is not under the jurisdiction of your FBI. I'm taking over. You can go out first."
The ordinary agent in the lead seemed to have some resentment, but he was also a little scared when he looked at the red-haired figure. In the end, he said nothing and retreated.
"You are really capable." Natasha slammed the notebook on the table, "Why don't you seal off the Rocky Mountains?"
Pamela shrank her neck and said, "I'm an accomplice!"
"From whom?"
"If I tell you it's not Schiller, you won't believe me. You know I'm short of money." Pamela said to the female agent.
"How much did he give you?"
“There are only 500 million at the moment.”
"He's quite generous." Natasha sat down and said, "He bought you off with 500 million?"
"My strength is not something I cultivated myself. It's basically pie in the sky. I'm using other people's efforts to make money for myself. 500 million is not a small amount."
Natasha rolled her eyes and said, "That's all you can do. But let me tell you, according to the latest Super Power Management Act, all economic losses caused by the abuse of super powers by super powers must be borne by the super power themselves."
"This is the benefit of my superpower." Pamela said, "Don't worry, when the flowers and grass return to their original positions, they will only grow better than before. The San Diego City Government will have to pay me for the gardening maintenance."
Then she put her arms on the table again, leaned forward, looked at Natasha and said, "Did you get your hair done? This wave suits you very well."
"Pamela Asley! It's working hours now, go back and sit down." Natasha frowned, and Pamela had to sit back.
"What deal did you make with Schiller?"
"He gave me money, and I helped him close the mountain."
Natasha pondered secretly, as if thinking about Schiller's intention.
But not long after, the door was knocked again. Natasha showed an impatient expression and walked out. Not long after, someone else came in.
Even if Pamela was not very sensitive, she knew that Natasha was from SHIELD and this was an FBI prison, so the two sides would definitely have a good argument over this matter.
Unexpectedly, Natasha was gone for the whole night and did not come back until dawn. Pamela could only deal with the interrogators boredly, secretly thinking that if the FBI also sent a beautiful female agent over, she would reluctantly tell them the truth.
Unfortunately, the FBI interrogators were all burly and fierce-looking. There were no beautiful women, not even a single handsome man. Pamela just waited until morning.
In fact, she heard some noises when she was half asleep in the early morning, and the agent who interrogated her left halfway. But she was so sleepy at that time that she didn't understand what was going on.
It was not until dawn that Pamela, who had been up all night, regained her spirits and overheard from the potted plants in the office that someone had caused a disturbance in the prison in the middle of the night.
To be honest, Pamela wasn't surprised at all. It would be strange if Tim, a crazy teenager, didn't cause some trouble.
But she really didn't expect Tim to go the martial arts route. She thought he would find a way to get information.
After waking up, Pamela began to use the plants in the prison to find out Tim's location, and then she found that the boy did not run away, and was now squatting in a utility room on the fourth floor.
"Why are you here?"
Tim heard a voice above his head. He looked up and saw a vine sticking out of the ventilation duct. He immediately knew it was Pamela.
"Help me find out where the data room is." Tim looked up and said.
"The important information is all underground. Do you want me to help you divert the agents?"
"That's fine, but I won't pay for it."
"Just go ahead and do it."
Despite this, Tim still got to the underground smoothly. The West Coast is the territory of the FBI, and they have strong control over this place. Basically, each base has all the facilities needed, and the information about the work that the base is responsible for is kept here.
With the help of Pamela's superpowers, Tim was able to go straight into the data room and start searching smoothly.
Most of the information was about insignificant small tasks, and the writing level of most agents was only slightly higher than a running account. Fortunately, Tim had a strong reading ability and was fast, so he quickly finished looking through the cabinets on the left.
When he checked the cabinet on the right, Tim finally found some clues.
Theoretically, the FBI and the NIA are respectively responsible for domestic affairs and external affairs, and the NIA does not have the power to enforce the law domestically.
But then again, what should we do if we encounter spies in the country?
Generally speaking, catching domestic spies depends on the work of the National Intelligence Agency abroad, either by finding the spy's lair or by discovering domestic clues while pursuing other cases.
After these clues were passed back, it was not the agents of the National Intelligence Agency who went to arrest people, but the FBI people in the country who investigated. The FBI's work scope also includes protecting national security.
Therefore, it was not surprising for Tim to find information about catching spies in the Los Angeles base. How could such a big country not have a few spies?
But of course, Tim still read this part of the information carefully, and then he saw a few Russian names as usual.
He had some understanding of the history here. In this universe, the Soviet Union had long since disintegrated. Now the giant at the top of Asia was called Russia. Those small countries that had formed the Soviet Union with it were now squatting beside it, broken beyond repair.
But even after the disintegration, the United States and Russia do not seem to be very close. On the contrary, they are still mortal enemies.
In other words, Russia is pro-Western, but the United States, the representative of the West, unilaterally does not accept it.
Anyway, the two of them are fighting each other, so it is normal for them to send spies to each other. The Russian State Security Service, which inherited the legacy of the KGB, has a large number of spies on the east and west coasts.
Tim silently wrote down the important information, then kept flipping forward. Suddenly, he saw an old case.
This seems to have happened on the East Coast, but the FBI moved its focus to the West Coast and brought some work reports over, and this is one of them.
Tim looked at the long work report in front of him and didn't see any clues at first, but when he turned to the back, a huge picture of a medal sample appeared in front of him.
What is this? Tim looked closer. He was fluent in Russian, but the picture was not clear enough for him to make out the small print on the badge.
Fortunately, the name of this medal was mentioned in the report below - "Order of the Red Banner of the Soviet Union".
Turning to the next page, Tim froze in shock when he saw the title "Suspected Medal Owner".
Because he was familiar with every person in the portrait photo printed on this page.
“Oh my God, Pamela,” Tim called over his shoulder, then said, “You have to come see this.”
A vine came closer and Pamela's voice came over, "What is this? The Avengers' list?"
"No, this is..."
Bang! The door was slammed hard.
Tim turned around, then hurriedly stuffed the document at the bottom of the filing cabinet and looked up at the ventilation duct.
(End of this chapter)