Tim knew that what he said was not unfounded. The prototype he was referring to was actually the little blue guardian of the universe and several of his major lantern groups.
The relationship between them is actually like this. In order to check and balance the green light, the little blue man took the initiative to create the yellow light. In essence, he wanted to control the battle between the green light and the yellow light within a beneficial range.
The result is naturally not so wonderful, it can even be said to be the opposite. Without the Yellow Lantern Corps, maybe the Green Lantern Corps would be easier to control. The fact is that now both the Green Lantern and the Yellow Lantern are difficult to control.
The fundamental reason is that Tim feels that the little blue man is selfish on the one hand, and not comprehensive enough on the other.
Lack of control over details will cause mistakes to accumulate, causing things to deviate from the original track. By the time a sudden outburst occurs, the deviation will have long been irreversible.
Tim believes that if there is an organization like the Little Blue Men on this earth, it will be difficult for them to avoid the same tragedy as the Little Blue Men.
But the fact is, they seem to have it under control so well that Tim wonders how they do it.
Hearing his question, Steve smiled and said: "To tell you the truth, there is indeed such an organization, but it is a confidential organization and I have no right to disclose any relevant matters."
Tim heard that this was not a rejection, Steve was just hinting that he wanted him to investigate on his own, which was exactly the purpose of Tim being taken in.
"Okay, let's get here today." Steve stood up and winked at Tim before leaving.
After Steve left with his notebook, and before other agents arrived, Tim sat there and thought.
He deliberately proposed that Steve was the reassurance that Nick sent to the FBI. In fact, he was testing Steve. If he firmly did not want to be exposed and still needed to show his loyalty, he would naturally not continue.
But now it seems that Captain America is not afraid of the FBI, perhaps because even if the FBI knows what he is here for, they still have to use him.
In this case, if something goes wrong with the people Steve caught, there's nothing the FBI can do about it.
In this way, Tim knows that his mischief here will not cause any trouble to Captain America, and Captain America will not step in to stop it, or even adopt a default attitude.
Then he confirmed from Steve that there was indeed such an organization that was superior to many parties. Although he couldn't say, there must be relevant information in the FBI.
Putting these two pieces of information together, although I had already planned it before I was caught, didn't the other party know my plan and then caught me?
Maybe S.H.I.E.L.D. and Captain America are eager to cause a big fuss within the FBI, and any missing information will be the FBI's fault.
This is probably why Jason emphasized to Captain America that he was very smart. He was telling Captain America and SHIELD that he could definitely disturb the FBI.
Captain America chose to believe in Jason, so he came here.
"In that case, what are you waiting for?"
Tim stood up and slapped the table, "Someone! Someone come quickly! I want to report that SHIELD's psychiatrist Schiller Rodriguez is Hydra! Someone come quickly!!!"
Pamela was taken to another room. The people outside the door changed one after another, and the sound of hurried conversations was louder and louder.
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 him and said, "This is a super-powered criminal who does not belong to your FBI."
I've taken over the jurisdiction, you can go out first."
The leading ordinary agent seemed a little resentful, but looked at the red-haired figure and felt a little frightened. In the end, he didn't say anything and retreated.
"You are really good at it." Natasha slapped the notebook on the table, "Why don't you seal the Rocky Mountains?"
Pamela winced and said, "I am an accessory!"
"From whom?"
"I said it wasn't Schiller, and you definitely didn't believe me. You know I'm short of money." Pamela looked at the female agent and said.
"How much did he give you?"
"Currently there are only 5 million."
"He's quite generous." Natasha sat down and said, "He bought you for 5 million?"
"My strength is not something I cultivated myself. It's basically pie in the sky. I can exchange other people's efforts for myself. Five million is a lot."
Natasha rolled her eyes slightly and said: "That's all you can do, but let me tell you, according to the newly promulgated Superpower Management Act, the economic losses caused by the damage caused by all superpowers' abuse of superpowers will be
It needs to be borne by the person with superpowers himself.”
"This is the benefit of my superpower." Pamela said: "Don't worry, those little flowers and grass will only grow better than before when they return to their original positions. The city government of San Diego will also have to pay me for gardening maintenance.
Woolen cloth."
Then she put her arms on the table again, leaned forward and looked at Natasha and said, "Have you had your hair styled? This kind of wave suits you very well."
"Pamela Eisley! It's working time now. Go back and sit down." Natasha's face was straight, and Pamela had no choice but to sit back.
"What deal did you make with Schiller?"
"He gave me money and I helped him seal the mountain."
Natasha thought to herself, seeming to be thinking about Schiller's intention of doing this.
But not long after, there was a knock on the door again. Natasha showed an impatient expression and walked out. After a while, someone else came in.
Even though Pamela has no sensitivity, she also knows that Natasha is from SHIELD and this is an FBI prison. The two parties will definitely have a good fight over this matter.
Unexpectedly, Natasha was gone all night, and she didn't come back until almost dawn. Pamela could only deal with the interrogators boredly, secretly thinking, what if the FBI also sent a beautiful agent?
When the police came over, she reluctantly told them the truth.
It's a pity that the interviewers in the FBI are all rough and vicious. Not to mention beautiful women, there are not even any handsome guys. Pamela just stayed up until the morning.
In fact, she heard some noises in the early morning when she was half asleep, and the agent who interrogated her left midway. However, she was terribly sleepy at that time and did not understand what was going on.
Until daybreak, Pamela returned to high spirits after staying up all night. She overheard from the potted plant in the office that someone made a fuss in the prison in the middle of the night yesterday.
To be honest, Pamela wasn't surprised at all. It was strange that Tim, a crazy teenager, didn't cause any trouble.
However, she really didn't expect that Tim would take 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 discovered that the boy did not run out, and was now squatting in a utility room on the fourth floor.
"Why are you here?"
Tim heard a sound above his head, looked up and saw a vine sticking out of the ventilation duct, and immediately knew it was Pamela.
"Help me check where the data room is." Tim raised his head and said.
"Important information is underground. Do you want me to help you lure away the agents?"
"That's great, but I won't pay for it."
"Just pick it."
Despite this, Tim came to the underground smoothly. The West Coast is the territory of the FBI. They have strong control here. Basically, every base facility is fully equipped. The information that the base is responsible for is kept here.
Work information.
With the help of Pamela's superpower, Tim went straight ahead and reached the information room smoothly and started rummaging around.
Most of the information is about trivial tasks, and the writing level of most agents is only a little higher than that of a journal. Fortunately, Tim has a strong reading ability and a fast speed, so he quickly finished reading the ones on the left.
cabinet.
When checking the cabinet on the right, Tim finally discovered some clues.
Theoretically, the FBI and the National Intelligence Agency are responsible for internal affairs and external affairs. The National Intelligence Agency has no domestic law enforcement powers.
But then again, what should you do if you encounter a spy in the country?
Generally speaking, catching domestic spies depends on the results of the National Intelligence Agency's work abroad. Either the spy's lair is found, or domestic clues are discovered by pursuing other cases.
After these clues were passed back, it was not agents from the National Intelligence Service who went to arrest the people, but people from the domestic FBI to investigate. The scope of the FBI's work also includes protecting national security.
Therefore, it is not surprising that Tim found information about the capture of spies in the Los Angeles base. How can such a big country not have a few spies?
But of course, Tim still focused on reading this part of the information, and then he saw a few Russian names.
He still has some understanding of the history here. In this universe, the Soviet Union has long since disintegrated. Now the behemoth at the top of Asia is called Russia. The small countries that used to form the Soviet Union with it are now squatting next to it, too broken to pieces.
Broken again.
But even after disintegration, the two countries, the United States and Russia, are not very close. On the contrary, they are still bitter enemies.
In other words, Russia is pro-Western, but the United States, the representative of the West, does not accept it unilaterally.
Anyway, the two of them were fighting back and forth, and it was normal for them to send spies to each other. The Russian National Security Agency, which inherited the legacy of the KGB, had a large number of spies on the east and west coasts.
Tim silently wrote down the important information, and then kept flipping forward. Suddenly, he saw an old case.
This thing 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 lengthy work report in front of him. He didn't see any clues at first, but when he turned back, a huge sample picture of a medal appeared in front of his eyes.
What is this? Tim took a closer look. He was proficient in Russian, but the picture was not very clear and he could not see the small words on the badge clearly.
Fortunately, the name of this medal is mentioned in the report below - "Order of the Red Banner of the Soviet Union".
Turning another page, the title read Suspected Medal Owner, and Tim froze in shock.
Because every person in the profile picture printed on this page is familiar to him.
"Jesus, Pamela." Tim called Pamela's name over his shoulder, and then said, "You have to come see this."
A vine came closer, and Pamela's voice came over, "What is this? The list of Avengers?"
"No, this is..."
Bang! The door was knocked hard.
Tim turned around, then hurriedly stuffed the information at the bottom of the filing cabinet, and looked up at the ventilation duct opening.