Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises

"Finished?"

Alfred was waiting at the door of the clock shop, heard footsteps coming from behind, and asked without looking back. !

Gibson was leaning on a cane and carrying a somewhat worn old suitcase. He walked up to Alfred and shook his head with a complicated expression. His voice was a little hoarse due to aging, but it was less clear-cut than what Alfred had just seen. The laziness and indifference he had when he arrived.

"I have nothing to deal with. My wife passed away more than ten years ago. My son now has his own life. He has a decent job provided by the government. He also has his own children. I have nothing to worry about."

After all, he looked at Alfred with his only remaining eye and said seriously: "You gave me a chance that I have been thinking about for more than 30 years, although I don't know that I am crippled and have only one eye left. What else can your old guy bring to you and that knight, but I still want to say something up front. If you build this intelligence system and use it to do something that brings harm to the country, then I will leave as soon as possible. .”

Alfred looked at the serious and stubborn old man in front of him for a long time, but then smiled slightly and replied: "Don't people in New York always see what we do? He spent a whole five years Years ago, we almost gave up our entertainment and leisure time to guard the dark nights in Brooklyn and other major areas of New York. We established this intelligence system with only one purpose, which is to protect this city, especially those who are being persecuted in this city. , people and children who have been treated unfairly.”

After that, he walked to a Ford car on the side of the road, opened the door, and motioned for the Gibson car.

After both of them got into the car, Alfred started the car and continued to tell Gibson: "Maybe sometimes what we do will harm the interests of the U.S. government, but I hope you understand that our original intention is just to make this country safe. The city has become better, less dirty, and has more hope and light for poor people to see. Sometimes, the government tends to favor those who are at the top of wealth, regardless of whether those people have done anything to endanger the people. Don’t you understand that it’s about things, not the poor people?”

Gibson was sitting in the back seat of the car, looking at the streets of Brooklyn outside the car window, his cloudy eyes became a little deep, as if he was recalled by Alfred's words, and Alfred didn't urge him to express his opinion. He was just driving the car towards the destination he wanted to go. After a long time, he heard a low voice from the back seat of the car: "Those damned politicians!", and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

On the streets of New York, there is a group of young and poor teenagers who gather together without a fixed name just to avoid being bullied and blackmailed by gangsters and bad police officers.

They live in the streets and alleys all day long, and seldom go home because they are afraid of burdening poor families, and they will not bully the poor at the bottom of society, because they know the taste of being poor and being bullied.

They are often active in groups in New York's lower-level industries. They can be coolies on the docks, cheap workers in various factories, or casual workers who help people repair wooden furniture and repair houses, but these are all they have. What they do when they have the opportunity to work is that most of the time, due to their health and age, they spend their time wandering around the streets listening to the bragging and chatting of the street gangsters.

They are called "rats".

The largest group of "rats" in Brooklyn is controlled and led by Joshua.

Joshua is a young man in his early twenties. He grew up by the sea with a strong physique and a tough personality. When he was young, his parents never returned after going out to sea. Joshua was alone, relying on his good fishing skills , Followed the fishermen by the sea and lived to their teens in good health.

After the age of 16, Joshua left the fishing village and came to New York to look for job opportunities. Unexpectedly, he was cheated of wages several times by black-hearted factory owners in Brooklyn. In a fit of anger, Joshua was kidnapped and deceived in the factory. More than a dozen teenagers escaped by night.

In the following years, Joshua led a group of teenagers to live on the streets of New York. When there were casual workers, he worked. When there were no job opportunities, he led the teenagers to inquire among the gangsters in New York to earn some money. The money from the street information came and went, but it managed to recruit dozens of teenagers and became the biggest "rat" in Brooklyn.

Today, Joshua took a group of teenagers who had just joined the group to the dock to finish their casual work. He was about to return to the slums of Brooklyn to prepare dinner for everyone, but he was stopped by a stranger and invited to the Rose Bar. He also often came to sell street food. Information bar.

The owner of the Rose Bar, Fat Mike, specializes in collecting information from "rats" like them. Joshua was wondering who was looking for him, and a well-dressed, kind-hearted old man took him to a private room in the Rose Bar. , and Mike, the owner of the Rose Bar, came in with him.

"If it weren't for the fifty dollars, I wouldn't have time to play any mysterious tricks with you. Tell me, what's the matter? Selling information, or buying information?"

Before Mike could sit down, he started shouting impatiently. The business in his bar was going well this evening. If he didn't watch at the bar, God knows if the new bartenders would forget to add more wine. water!If the weird old man in front of him hadn't given him $50 to "invite" him in, he wouldn't even bother to do anything.

"Joshua, an independent and alert young man, is very good at collecting and summarizing seemingly ordinary street information on the street. As for you, Mike, a businessman who is somewhat greedy and stingy, but very talented in information screening, can always Find out the valuable parts from the street information you buy in a short period of time, and sell them exclusively to those who need them at a high price, am I right?”

Alfred picked up the large beer glass on the table in the private room and took a sip, but frowned and looked at Mike, who was staring at him warily: "Are you really a profiteer, even adding water to your beer?"

Joshua didn't know what Alfred meant by these words, so he sat quietly aside, wanting to observe again, while Mike had already opened the door of the private room, shook his head and said, "Excuse me, sir , I don't want to talk about anything with someone who has investigated me, I have something to do, sorry."

"Hire the two of you, with an annual salary of 10, and if you do a good job, there will be a commission."

Alfred said calmly, seemingly not worried about Mike leaving at all.

"10 million!"

Joshua opened his mouth wide in surprise, looked at Alfred, wondering if he was joking or telling the truth, but Mike sneered, and concluded in his heart that the old man in front of him was playing tricks on him.

What is the concept of $10?Nowadays, the average annual income of ordinary workers in the United States is only two to three thousand US dollars, and he relies on this bar and the profit from selling information to accumulate no more than 10 US dollars in a year!This person first said that he was going to give him an annual salary of [-] US dollars, so he was lying to children!

Just as he was about to leave, the old man smiled and pulled out a large suitcase from behind, and the bundles of Franklins he took out from the suitcase made Mike unable to move away anymore.

"Do you agree? If you agree, now the $20 belongs to you two."

Alfred smiled calmly when he saw Joshua nodding vigorously and Mike returning to the private room and sitting down obediently.

There are three key figures in the intelligence department.

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