In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 454: The Beginning of Confrontation

"What are you referring to?"

"This dream."

rkel glanced around with his eyes. It was a clean and tidy doctor's office. It was evident that it was a doctor's office not only because Schiller was wearing a white coat but also because there were many dical records on Schiller's desk, anatomical charts hanging on the wall, and a treatnt bed next to the room.

Everything here was incredibly realistic, just like most doctors' offices rkel had seen before. The images and text on the anatomical charts were clear, and the reflection of the tal legs of the treatnt bed reflected the color of the floor tiles. Every detail here was impeccably real, completely unlike a dream.

Just now, rkel witnessed the absurd scene in the banquet hall, experiencing the terrifying black tide and dazzling light. rkel was a staunch materialist, and his common sense told him that such things wouldn't happen in reality. So, there was only one possibility: it was a dream.

The only question was how Schiller managed to create such a realistic yet absurd dream and how he pulled people into it.

rkel believed that figuring out this question was more important than his original mission because, as far as he knew, humanity's understanding of brain-consciousness dreams was still limited. It would be valuable intelligence.

"Haven't you experienced it already?"

"Are you referring to the bottle of wine?"

Schiller nodded and continued, "Of course, the problem lies here."

He tapped his head with his finger and said to rkel, "You should understand that consciousness and dreams are products of the human brain. You must have a sufficiently intelligent brain to have the capacity to run a vast and realistic dream."

"...Brain developnt?" rkel seed to have realized sothing.

"It seems that you are not just a low-level agent providing intelligence to the Soviet Union. You should also understand so intelligence from the Soviet side."

rkel imdiately fell silent, feeling sowhat annoyed. It seed like he had fallen into Schiller's trap.

Schiller shook his head and said, "You don't have to be nervous. I know better than you the extent to which this research has progressed and what it can achieve in the future."

"To what extent?"

"The extent of no progress."

rkel moved his lips, seemingly wanting to retort, but he worried that he might reveal more intelligence. So, he said to Schiller, "It seems like you haven't answered my question."

"I did answer. The answer is that bottle of wine combined with my brain. There is nothing else."

"I know you are considering how to take away that bottle of wine or even how to take away my brain..."

"But I advise you not to do so. Either of these two things, if studied separately, could beco a disaster."

"We are not afraid of any disaster."

Schiller opened his mouth but found that he couldn't respond to rkel's answer. So, he could only say, "Now it's my turn to ask the second question. What is your mission objective?"

rkel frowned, seemingly not expecting Schiller to be so direct. He thought that they would at least have a couple more rounds of probing...

But this actually made him feel sowhat relieved. It seed that his perception of Schiller's character changing was just his illusion.

"I am tracking down an agent."

"Who is he?""This is our internal matter."

"Why do you want to track him down?"

"Because he has been missing for a long ti."

Schiller flipped the pen in his hand and looked at rkel. "What you said is true, but only part of the truth."

"You want to find the person who may have taken the Philby list, right?"

rkel's pupils suddenly shrank, and he furrowed his brows, trying to remain calm. He wanted to deny it, but his rationality told him that since Schiller had ntioned the na "Philby list," he must know a lot.

"Where did you hear that na?"

"Is that your next question?"

"...Yes."

"Now, my body is in the tropolis Mayor's mansion. Just now, sothing unexpected happened here. I won't say more about it, but in short, a group of agents have blocked this place."

"Just now, their leader announced sothing in the banquet hall. He claid that among the participants in the banquet, there was a Soviet spy who took the Philby list. Until they find this spy, the agents won't let us leave."

rkel's face imdiately darkened, and he could hardly control his facial expression. His inner anxiety was written all over his face.

"Who is he? Where is he now?"

"I don't know." After Schiller gave his answer, rkel still stared at him. Schiller tapped the table with the tip of his pen and said, "If even CIA agents are uncertain about sothing, how could I know?"

"Okay, I'll ask one last question and answer your last doubt, then I'll put your consciousness back into your body."

Schiller looked into rkel's eyes and asked, "Why is the Philby list so important?"

rkel pursed his lips, hesitating whether to tell Schiller about it. If he was really an enemy, after understanding the importance of the list, he might help the CIA agent kill the Soviet agent who had the list.

He recalled so details of his interactions with Schiller. He had to acknowledge that Schiller was a very strange person. He was very different from ordinary Aricans, even Europeans. He was not a normal person, and his thinking was beyond normal people's understanding.

Facing such a person, it was challenging to judge his ideology, and it was even impossible to judge what he believed in.

In the past, rkel would have felt that he had not collected enough intelligence, but now, he gave himself a delusion. Perhaps Schiller would not completely lean towards the CIA, and there might still be a chance to persuade him to help.

Finally, he spoke, "Perhaps you should have heard it on the radio. Before Philby left the UK, between 1962 and 1963, he underwent a lot of investigations. It was an extrely dangerous ti, and even though Philby held a high position, he had no guarantee of a safe exit."

"Philby was an important mber of the UK's MI6, and he was also the head of the Ninth Departnt responsible for intelligence work against the Soviet Union. I think you should also know what this ans."

"The Ninth Departnt is responsible for intelligence work against the Soviet Union, and their head is one of our people."

"During this period of his career, Philby obtained a lot of intelligence. At the sa ti, he was also responsible for tracking down Soviet agents and spies hidden in other countries. Using his position, he protected many of our comrades and ensured that their work could proceed smoothly."

"At the sa ti, he also knew the identities of many agents and spies from other countries hidden in the Soviet Union. If you understand spy work, you should know that sending spies is mutual, and there is no such thing as only the Soviet Union conducting espionage."

"Coming to Philby's position, the information he possessed was terrifying, and the most important information was the identities of Soviet agents and spies from other countries."

"When facing an important investigation, Philby was not sure if he could safely return to the Soviet Union. Even so, he hoped that the information he possessed could be transmitted back to the Soviet Union.""But at that ti, he was closely monitored. The people in charge of investigating him wanted to find evidence of his guilt from his behavior. Philby knew that he couldn't directly contact Moscow. He had to take a more subtle approach."

"So, the Philby list was created."

rkel sighed and placed his hands on the table, then clasped them together. "It recorded all the identities of Soviet agents and spies from other countries that Philby could obtain."

"I think you should know how important this is."

"So, the CIA wants to get their hands on this list because it probably also contains the nas of the spies they planted. Although it has been decades, if they can confirm the identities of so people, they can follow the trail."

"All intelligence institutions think this way. They don't want any of their opponents or even teammates to get their hands on this list. It could cause destructive damage to their intelligence networks in certain areas."

"What is the more subtle thod you ntioned for transferring this list?"

Since the conversation had reached this point, rkel didn't need to cover up anymore. He said, "It's the oldest thod. Find a trusted person, give it to him, and let him take it back to Moscow."

"But it ultimately failed."

"No, it actually succeeded. Although this plan failed, Philby escaped investigation and successfully returned to Moscow. All the materials were in his head."

"So, the Soviet Union has the information?"

rkel sighed and said, "That's why other countries want to find this list. Because they are already at a disadvantage. From the ti Philby returned to Moscow until his death, Western countries can be said to have repeatedly failed in intelligence work, which was also due to Philby's influence."

"They want to use this list to turn the tables?"

rkel shook his head and said, "Actually, no. They just need sothing to show for their work."

He raised his hand and gestured, "The materials in Philby's head and the contents recorded on the Philby list should be very similar."

"As long as they can get their hands on the Philby list and prove that the information on it is very detailed and can cause significant damage, they can bla the failures of their intelligence work over the years on Philby and those who failed to prosecute him."

Schiller imdiately understood what rkel ant. These people were so desperate to find this list just to prove that their opponents were too strong, not that they were too weak.

As long as they found this list and the detailed spy information recorded on it, they could say that they were playing with open cards and couldn't possibly win against their opponents. This way, the failures of their intelligence work over the years could be wiped out in one stroke.

"But why now?" Schiller asked.

rkel shook his head, indicating that he didn't know. But Schiller could understand. Did the CIA need to shift the bla? Did they need to choose the right ti? Or was shifting the bla their main business?

"Okay, you can ask one last question, and then this dream will end."

rkel remained silent for a while. Just as Schiller was about to remind him, he looked into Schiller's eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Have you read the Communist Manifesto?"

Schiller remained silent for a long ti. Then he stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the void outside. He whispered, "Do you know? A CIA agent is outside my door. I just need to wake up imdiately and tell him that you asked this question, and he won't survive this winter."

"I know..."

Schiller turned around and saw a light in rkel's eyes that was brighter than the sun that had just descended on the top of the high tower.

"But I don't care."

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