Chapter 417: Metropolis Suspicion (3)
Successive days of snowstorms have caused problems in the transportation systems of all cities, with the vast majority of companies closed and people staying at home.
Even in cities where it doesn't snow, the cold air is very uncomfortable for locals, and it's more comfortable to stay in your own home and watch TV than to run to the streets in the middle of the night to get cold.
The only exception is outside the Metropolitan Mayor's Mansion, where all sorts of luxury cars are parked on this wide street.
The helipad on the roof of a nearby high-rise building is even more overcrowded, and in such weather, the mayor of the charity dinner, the host of the charity dinner, and the entrepreneur known as Luthor, greet visitors on the tarmac.
If there is one of the many helicopters that is the absolute star, it must be the one with the Wayne family logo.
Bruce, dressed in a suit, stepped down from the helicopter, his hair fluttering in the cold wind from the rooftop, and he turned around and helped Selena down.
A middle-aged man with slightly gray hair on his sideburns, but still looking energetic, walked up, patted Bruce on the shoulder enthusiastically, and said, "Long time no see, Mr. Wayne, the last time we saw each other was at the Star Show, right?" β
Bruce smiled and hugged him, saying, "yes, Mr. Luther, I remember the charity exhibition game, you were kind ......."
"Just call me to Onnell."
The middle-aged businessman named Lai Onel walked forward with Bruce in his arms, and said as he went: "Don't say that, this is what I should do, and of course we entrepreneurs with a sense of social responsibility will not sit idly by and watch the disaster, will we?" β
The two walked along the entrance to the top of the building, and Bruce looked at the interior of the building, and he said, "Now this building is yours too?" I remember the last time I was here, it was a ...... What is it called...... I forgot. β
Leonel still smiled modestly, and said, "Oh, yes, this was originally a cruise merchant's base camp, but his business has been sluggish recently, so I bought it." β
With that, the two of them took the elevator downstairs, and then walked along the lobby through a small garden, and came to the mayor's mansion next to it. β
"yes, if you're having a party in this building, the mayor can even take a bottle of champagne and spray it from your bedroom into your room."
Bruce was still joking skillfully, Selena just silently took Bruce's arm and followed him forward, and the cheerful Bruce made Selena feel her hair stand on end.
"The ...... of the last mayoral election" Bruce lowered his voice, and brought it up in a low tone, and Lennell looked left and right, and also lowered his voice, "It's better not to mention it here, it's not a glorious thing." β
"Seven of the candidates in the last mayoral election were spies sent by various countries......," Lai Onel continued to turn his head left and right, lowered his voice, and said: "If it weren't for the assassination of several candidates in the last election, and their true identities were discovered during the investigation, we would still be in the dark." β
"What about the current mayor......"
Leonel shook his head, sighed, and said, "Who knows? They are simply pervasive. β
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to remind you that there might be some security at the door of the banquet later, you know, the annoying security agents......"
"Ever since the last election, the FBI guys have been staring at this place as if everyone was a spy."
Bruce showed an expression of extreme disgust, but it quickly retracted, but this flash of expression was still captured by Lennell.
He patted Bruce on the back and said, "I'm just like you, I don't like to be searched, I'll say hello to the mayor's staff later, they will only do routine checks, not carefully search." β
So saying, the two came to the door of the mayor's mansion, and Onnell stepped forward and said a few words to one of them, and several agents crossed their waists and looked the group up and down, and at last a female agent came up and symbolically checked their clothes, and then let them go.
"Whose people are they?" Bruce turned back to Onel and asked.
"They claim to be the FBI, but I don't think so, maybe it's the CIA, they don't have enforcement authority within the federation, so they can only use someone else's name."
Walking into the center of the venue, the lights are shining brightly, the table is covered with ornate tablecloths, the tassels are slightly shaking, the glasses are arranged into towers, champagne flows down from above, silver candle stands are placed at both ends of the long table, the rich and colorful food is full of colors and flavors, and the rich and famous people in various dresses hold wine glasses and talk to each other.
After a few moments of greeting with Bruce, Onel left, and Bruce took Selena's arm and whispered to her, mainly to warn her not to keep staring at other people's gems.
Bruce took a glass of wine from the waiter's tray and looked around the room, his eyes fell on Leonel again, and he saw Leonel striding towards the other figure, his eyes narrowing as Bruce's gaze fell on the figure.
"Oh, you're Professor Rodriguez, aren't you?" Lyonnell stepped forward and shook hands with Schiller, who had just entered the venue, Schiller nodded and said, "Mr. Luthor, I have long admired the great name." β
"Just call me to Onnell." Leonnell's face always seemed to have the very polite but not obnoxious smile of a businessman.
Before Schiller could speak, he continued: "I am fascinated by your latest paper on dreams and consciousness, and I never thought that human dreams could be explained in this way. β
"Professor, your research has opened the door to a new world for me and my son, especially my son Klex Jr., who is very interested in this theory and eager to learn ......"
"Actually, according to etiquette, I should have corresponded with you for a few months before inviting you to my dinner, but lately, Lex has become obsessed with this theory, so I have to take the liberty of sending you an invitation, hoping that you will enjoy it......"
Leonel used the kind of polite words that many businessmen usually used to make him appear very polite and sincere, but there was still a little pride in his smile, and it was clear that the Luthor family was no worse than any superfamily in the world, and anyone who was favored by this family should be proud.
Schiller nodded, smiled, and said, "I'm glad I found like-minded people here, and if it's a normal situation, I'd be happy to stay here for a few days and communicate with people who share my interests, but I'm a little worried about ......"
As he spoke, Schiller glanced back at the door where there were still a few agents, he stroked the back of his hand, looked down and said, "When I came in just now, their formation was so terrifying that I almost thought I was going to some secret base, Mr. Luther, what the hell is going on?" β
Leonel heard a hint of dissatisfaction from Schiller's tone, and he hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry, is that group of people treating you badly?" β
As he spoke, he shook his head helplessly, made an indignant expression and said, "I heard that you also worked at the Met for a while and gave lectures at the Met University, so you should have heard about the scandal caused by the last election......
"The murder of the candidate has not been found for a long time, and the only resort is to contact the FBI, but this investigation has found a series of spies, public trust has fallen to the bottom, and the entire municipal system is in trouble......"
Lai Onel sighed deeply and said, "At that time, my business was also affected a little, but fortunately, I survived. β
As he spoke, he turned to look at the group of agents, and said, "Since then, this group of people has had a legitimate reason to stay here, to examine everyone they see, and to treat everyone as suspected spies." β
"Yes...... I've heard about that. Schiller's tone was low, and he said: "At that time, I was also forced to be involved, a vice president of Metropolitan University was taken away for investigation, and more than 20 professors in the school were listed as suspects, and the implication was too wide......
Lai Onel skimmed his eyes left and right, then made a look, motioned for Schiller to go in with him, and the two came to the more central part of the banquet hall, farther away from the group of agents, Lai Onel lowered his voice and said: "I don't know if you know, this matter is actually very complicated, and it is also related to the big country in the distance, it is the result of the wrestling of many countries, and we are all victims......"
"Don't talk about it." Seeing Schiller's attitude, Onel changed the subject and said: "Thanks to this, many talents have left the Met, but after the successful change of mayor and my company survived the crisis, many people have returned." β
"I also invited them to this dinner."
"Of course, I don't hide it from you, I hope more people can return to this city, the dark times are over, and I believe that the future will be better and better."
My Healing Game
There was some reserved hint in Lyonnell's words, and Schiller understood what he meant, and said: "To be honest, before that incident, the Metropolitan was indeed a good city. β
"I don't really want to say that, but if you compare it to Gotham, it's like paradise, and the weather and transportation system in that city is terrible."
The two talked a lot about this topic, chatted and chatted, and talked about Bruce again, and learned that Bruce was now also a student of Schiller, and Anger's smile was more sincere.
Talking about this, Schiller seemed to suddenly remember, and said, "Oh, by the way, I heard on the radio this morning that there were some more serial murders here, what is going on?" β
Leonel hesitated for a moment and replied, "Indeed, there is indeed a serial murderer, but ......"
"Bang!
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There was a loud bang, a chaotic scream, Schiller turned his head, and a dark shadow fell from the sky and landed in the center of the banquet hallβ
That's the mayor of the metropolis.
Or rather, the corpse of the mayor.