Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises

"Congressman Tom, we have deposited this month's bonus into your account. You see, what I mentioned about cooperation..."

"In the industrial area in the southern suburbs of Brooklyn? Haha, it's not that difficult. As long as the funds are in place, the documents for the interview will come out soon. You know, the war is booming in Europe now. If you set up a factory, no matter what you sell, there will be sales. Yes, it’s your funds..."

Klaus still maintained an elegant smile that was not rude, but in his heart there was a flash of disgust towards the greedy fat man in front of him, but he still said calmly: "Don't worry, we have sufficient funds. Guarantee, of course, your share will not be less, we will credit it to your account soon... "

Tom's small round eyes suddenly narrowed into slits. He lay on the soft sofa, raised the goblet in his hand, and signaled to Klaus: "Happy cooperation."

When Klaus heard this, his smile became even bigger, and at the same time, an imperceptible coldness flashed through his eyes: "Happy cooperation."

After Mr. Tom left the luxurious secret meeting room, Klaus let out a long breath and untied the tie that tightly bound his neck. At this time, he came in not long ago and stood in the corner Li Bing's subordinates who had been looking distressed said lightly: "What's the matter again? Didn't I tell you not to enter this conference room when I'm talking with others?"

The subordinate pursed his lips, straightened his body, and first apologized, and then said briefly and quickly: "The three gangs in Brooklyn under our control were eliminated by 'him' in one go last night. Our peripheral members Along with some young gangsters whose bones were broken at the joints, they were thrown at the door of the Brooklyn Police Station, and..."

Klaus drank the red wine in his hand, turned around and stared at his subordinates expressionlessly, and said in a cold tone: "Continue, what else is there."

"The leaders of the three gangs under our firm control were all executed by 'he' with a gun, and a batch of money we laundered recently, about 700 million US dollars, was also taken away."

"Snapped!"

Klaus slammed the wine glass in his hand to the ground, and the calmness and confidence on his face gradually faded away. He grabbed his subordinate's collar fiercely, and with all his strength, he actually lifted the tall and muscular subordinate!

"I used 150 mercenaries this time! In the end, I didn't even catch 'him' by his clothes! Now you idiots are being slaughtered by 'him' like this again. Do you know that it took me several years to develop in New York? How did you develop the organization into what it is now?! You idiots, trash! By the way! How did he know that those three gangs were controlled by us? Did someone within us deliver information to him? "

The unlucky subordinate's face turned red due to lack of oxygen, and he could only explain intermittently; "Ahem... It should... It should be a problem with the armband... When we adjusted the peripheral members for the first time, we, we issued Some armbands…”

Klaus's face flashed coldly, and he threw the subordinate aside, straightened his collar, took a deep breath, seemed to calm down, and then said calmly: "Go ahead and tell the subordinates, especially This is the point where people active in Brooklyn have recently converged! Our industrial area is about to start construction. If anyone makes a mistake at this point... take back all the armbands sent out below! 'He' should take his time to investigate. As long as there is no internal problem with us, 'he' can do whatever he wants. It's okay to throw some more trash to 'him'. Wait until the parliamentary station we have cultivated and the industrial zone are put into production, haha. ....."

"understand!"

The subordinate wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, saluted Klaus with a "German Salute", and then turned and walked out of the meeting room.

Klaus stood in front of the sixteen-story French window, seemingly looking at the bustling streets of Queens outside the window, but his eyes actually extended toward the sea, as if he had returned to his hometown on the other side of the ocean.

"I will definitely complete your instructions!"

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There were not many people in the cemetery at this time.

In late autumn, at ten o'clock in the afternoon, in the weather with continuous light rain.

Two men in large windbreakers and hats with large brims stood silently in front of a tomb.

After a long time, a tall man slowly stepped forward and placed a bouquet of Bai Baihe flowers in front of the tomb.

Scenes from the past seemed to flash before my eyes again, the life in the orphanage, the gentle words of the old director, the laughter of the younger brothers and sisters...

The dream was broken, and the cruel reality continued before his eyes, but this time it no longer happened to him, but to his eyes. What he saw was the huge number of poor people in this city.

"Alfred, do you think that what I have done these years makes sense?"

Bruce closed his eyes and thought faintly, and suddenly looked at the old man standing next to him without thinking.

Alfred still looked at Bruce gently. He shook his head and opened the big black umbrella in his hand.

"I can't answer your question, sir, because the answer has always been in your heart, and everything you do has always been seen by those who need your help."

Bruce heard this, smiled and turned his head to stare at Alfred: "Are you praising me?"

Alfred raised his head to look at the sky, and said calmly: "It's starting to rain, sir, we should go back."

Bruce just shrugged when he heard the words, but he followed Alfred slowly towards the outside of the cemetery.

"Is everything ready? How is the damage of the weapon?"

"You were injured in last night's action, sir."

"I know, Ah Fu, but wounds will always heal."

"Yes, you always say that."

"Someone has to step up, Fu."

Alfred opened the door of the Ford car, waited until Bruce was behind the car, then folded his umbrella and sat in the driver's seat.

"Just a night's rest, sir. You don't have to worry about the security of this city all the time."

Bruce looked at the rainy street scene outside the car window, and the newspaper sellers in single clothes passing through the street quickly, and shook his head wordlessly.

"I'm not doing it all for this city, and I'm not as noble as people think. Alfred, I'm also doing it for myself, so that what happened to me can happen less often to these children. , and those individuals who need impartial assistance.”

Turning his head, Bruce said with a smile on his lips: "When they can encounter less unfair treatment, and when the rule of law in this city is more fair, I can rest, Afu."

Alfred controlled the steering wheel and drove smoothly through one street after another. He looked at Bruce in the rearview mirror, who was seizing the time to rest with his eyes closed, and murmured: "You always said that before, Master... ."

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