"Boss, something happened!" An agent sprinted into the office and shouted to Natasha, "The head of Wayne Enterprises' Information Security Department was found dead in his country villa. GCPD is helpless. They called in the FBI, but the FBI is pointing the finger at our arrest operation three days ago."
"You mean they think our people silenced him?" Natasha narrowed her eyes. "They can't possibly not know the President was there too, can they? Wait... of course they know. They're doing this on purpose."
Natasha immediately waved her hand. "Field Operations Team, with me!"
A group of agents rushed toward the underground garage. Before long, several inconspicuous black cars drove out and sped toward the crime scene.
The night sky was lit by the flashing lights of police cars and ambulances. The orange-red police tape had been knocked to the ground by the rain that had only just stopped. Through the layers of vehicles, Natasha saw an orange comfort blanket draped over a little girl. From her subordinates' report in the car, Natasha knew this was the victim's daughter.
The moment she approached the cordon, two officers in tactical jackets emblazoned with huge bright-yellow "FBI" letters walked over. Natasha flashed her credentials, crossed the police tape without waiting for permission, and strode inside.
As she walked, she thought, I knew this job wouldn't be that simple. If all they needed was someone to hold back the superheroes, there was no need to call me.
The President's power was the sharpest blade in Arkham Batman's hand. Whoever had it held to their throat could not remain unmoved. Even Superman was no exception. As long as they still cared about life in ordinary society, they could only bind their own hands and let Batman trap them.
There had been no need to