Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises

There are a total of twelve pages of the preliminary group development plan, from the establishment of the energy company to the recruitment of company personnel, company location selection, and preliminary cooperation with the government. Alfred's plan is very detailed and practical.Mobile terminal m..

After discussing with Alfred again, Bruce finally made a decision on the first step of development according to this plan.

Company registration, personnel recruitment, and dealings with the government will all be handled by Alfred himself, and Bruce is more assured about this. However, before the company can officially operate, the most important thing is to win a piece of mineral property and give it to the company. Lay the foundation for development.

Because of the war, it is inappropriate to exploit the large Ghawar oilfield. After scanning the world, Bruce finally turned his attention back to the United States.

“We have recruited dozens of geological experts with experience in discovering and extracting oil, hundreds of professional workers, purchased related machinery at a cost of US$200 million, and spent US$550 million in Texas and Louisiana. Land was purchased in the Gulf Coast area. Of course, these lands were purchased in the areas marked by the master, including Freeport, Texas, and Winnie..."

"Then how much money do we have left now?"

"I sold the cannery and got some cash back. Adding the funds that the master recently brought back, there is about 300 million US dollars left."

Bruce touched his chin, "300 million? It seems that after finding the oil field, if you want to mine alone, the funds are not enough."

Alfred handed a report he was holding to Bruce, "So I suggest selling part of the oil-producing areas we are about to discover to raise funds, as long as we keep a few larger oil fields, otherwise we We have no choice but to choose financing and introduce other capital to our energy companies in order to quickly complete the first step of capital accumulation."

After Bruce reported the results, he put it gently on the table and said without any doubt: "Sell it. Our future industrial layout will be carried out globally. There is no need to ruin the plan for some petty profits in the United States. No matter now or in the future, Alfred, this energy group must be firmly in my and your hands, set aside 20.00% of the shares without operating rights, and hand over the shares to the US government at the appropriate time, and the rest Yes, you can’t move even a bit.”

Alfred nodded thoughtfully, "Okay, I see."

After fighting non-stop for several days, thinking about plans to deal with Hydra, and now working hard to listen to Alfred's plan for group construction, Bruce seemed a little tired, and rarely pressed his temples again. , and his tone became slightly tired, "Is that all? Is there nothing else to say?"

Alfred looked at Bruce, hesitated for a moment, and he finally said: "About the matter we discussed some time ago, I have already made a plan, and I need a start-up capital of 50 US dollars to build 'it. 's frame."

"Ok?"

Bruce stopped his hand movements, "You mean, the intelligence system has something to show for it? I thought you had to wait for a while... Are the personnel confirmed?"

Bruce has appeared in New York as Batman for five years. He has fought countless criminals, big and small. These criminals are scattered in New York, and the degree of their evil deeds is also different. If Bruce can complete the corresponding tasks by himself, He was probably exhausted to death from the work of collecting intelligence information and identifying criminals' crime levels.

In the beginning, he relied on the "rumors" he heard to track criminals. Later, with Alfred's reminder and help, he gradually learned to buy some simple intelligence information from the bottom gangsters in New York. These little gangsters who have been at the bottom for many years have no other skills, but they are very good at inquiring about news and listening to rumors.

Later, with the help of Colin, Bruce had another source of intelligence. Obtaining more official intelligence information from the police system gradually became a method he relied on more.

Until some time ago, he was almost assassinated by the Hydra organization in New York. Before that, he was like a blind cat in a box, stupidly grabbing one after another that was thrown to him. When he was a "miscellaneous fish", he made up his mind to establish his own power, and the intelligence system was a crucial part of it.

"Mike, the owner of the Rose Bar, Joshua, the gangster leader of Frank Street, and old one-eyed Gibson, who has retired from the unknown intelligence service of the US military for many years and now sells clocks in the SZ District of Brooklyn."

Bruce listened to the names coming out of Alfred's mouth one after another, and asked with some uncertainty: "Are you sure you want to use these people to be the first backbone of our intelligence agency?"

Alfred put on his hat, adjusted his suit and tie, and said gently to Bruce, "Yes, they are suitable." Then he walked out of the basement leisurely, leaving Bruce with a confused face. .

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The weather in New York is good this afternoon. The deep clear sky with a touch of sunshine tempts people to go out and play. There is no hint of the darkness and humidity in the afternoon.

A small, modestly decorated watch shop in Brooklyn welcomed its first customer this afternoon.

Gibson is 56 years old this year. Perhaps his life has been unsatisfactory, or it may be that he has not been in a good mood over the years. The beard and sparse hair on his face are already mixed with a lot of gray. He used to be tall and strong. Now I have long been accustomed to the hunchback and rickets, and my cloudy eyes are no longer as alert and bright as they used to be.

Nowadays, he can only occasionally pick up those pearl-like dazzling past memories from the dust of memory, remember his past honors, and then let them go silently, just because this country no longer needs him, and he What I can do is stay in such a small watch shop and feel my body getting older year after year.

"Just take a look at what you want to buy. Once you've made your choice, come to me to check out."

Without looking up to see who it was, Gibson still drooped his head, squinting his eyes and dozing off.

The person who came seemed to be walking around in the store, very slowly, he was looking around, sizing up and inspecting carefully.

Gibson frowned, and some doubts arose in his heart. He opened his eyes and looked up.

"They gave you a store like this and let you stay here for more than 20 years?"

Alfred took off his hat and looked at Gibson calmly, with a trace of pity and a trace of pity in his eyes.

"Just because you lost an eye and a leg, it is really unwise to abandon you without hesitation."

Gibson's heart skipped a beat. After he retired, he never came back. The military must have destroyed the top-secret files about himself. How could the man in front of him seem to know his former identity?

"I don't understand what you're saying, sir, if you're not buying a clock, would you please go out now?"

Old Gibson was still the same as before, hiding his suspicion and vigilance very well. His eyes were still cloudy, and his voice came out feebly from his body. He waved his hand, and he slowly lowered his head, seemingly again Dozed off.

Alfred smiled gently, "Even if you are abandoned by your country, do you still choose to be loyal to your former profession and your country? The 'Black Fox' who once left the German agents helpless in World War I?"

The explosion only happened within a few breaths. Alfred smiled faintly, looked at his vigilant and resolute face, quickly took out the Browning pistol and aimed the gun at his own Gibson, and couldn't help admiring: "You still haven't lost your instinct, the instinct of being a fighter. Of course, I want to see you as an excellent intelligence worker. You are not old, Gibson."

"Two questions, first, who are you. Second, who sent you here."

Without any unnecessary questions, Gibson squinted his eyes, and his cloudy eyes scanned Alfred's whole body fiercely and decisively, and his finger that was always tightly holding the trigger left no doubt that if Alfred If Red doesn't answer his question, he will pull the trigger decisively the next second.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that he is the one who sent me."

Without any hesitation, Alfred showed the thing he had been holding in his hand, and then gently threw it on Gibson's counter.

A pure black bat dart is enough to symbolize the identity of its owner.

Out of admiration or fear for the "Brooklyn Dark Knight", no one in New York dares to make fun of this bat dart.

Gibson looked at the Batarang lying quietly on the counter in front of him, his pupils slightly dilated, and he looked at Alfred with some disbelief.

"The annual salary is 30 U.S. dollars, and you will have the final say on a brand new intelligence bureau. After one year, we will also give you a relatively sufficient budget. You decide on the personnel. You will be directly responsible to 'him'. This is the condition we offer. "

Gibson picked up the batarang with some hesitation. This was the first time he had seen this "symbol of justice" that had been popular in New York for several years except in the newspaper.

The conditions given by Alfred ignited a flame in his heart that was extinguished by the country many years ago, but he still did not agree at the first time, even though he is now inclined to say that Alfred What is true.

After all, if someone pretends to be "the one" to recruit him, what can that person get from him?And what makes that person willing to take the wrath that might come from "that"?

"why me?"

Alfred adjusted his glasses and said calmly: "Because the Dark Knight needs a pair of eyes that can point him in the dark, and these eyes must be cunning, sophisticated, full of reason and experience, because we have to deal with The enemy cannot be dealt with only by the impulse and passion of young people, and you are the most suitable candidate I can find, codenamed Black Fox."

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