Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises

In Queens, a gorgeously decorated sixteen-story building. .

It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening, and the third floor was still brightly lit.

This is the headquarters of the "Snake Eyes Club" that has taken root in Queens, New York for six years.

Because of the background of Jewish people and a certain political group in New York, the Snake Eyes Club, whose main activities are business cooperation and organizing gatherings of New York rich businessmen and politicians, has always been safe in New York.

Also because of its good connections in the political and business circles of New York, a series of industries under the Snake Eyes Club have developed very smoothly in the past six years. For example, the newly opened Snake Eyes large-scale entertainment city in Queens, New York, has been established for five years. The Snake Eyes Mercenary Company in [-], as well as the recently opened and rapidly constructed new industrial zone in the southern suburbs of Brooklyn.

"Our people in the government department replied and said that the New York government did not send the 'eyes'. The motives and goals of this group of people are not clear at present. Sir, could it be us..."

In the luxurious conference room on the top floor of the Snake Eyes Club, Klaus listened to the report of his personal secretary and waved lightly. His sharp and gloomy eyes swept over the six people sitting in front of him, like a cold and alert poisonous snake examining himself. Like his subordinates, the people he glanced at all lowered their heads more humbly, not daring to look directly at him.

After a long time, Klaus gently lay back on his seat and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the desk.

"No matter which force they are sent by, since they are only monitoring our existing strongholds and near our industries, it means that they are still in the suspicion stage and have no immediate plans to start a war with us."

Klaus said calmly, "You have to remember, we have nothing to worry about, because we are now 'legal' businessmen in New York, and those 'worms' have been tied together by us with interests. They We are reluctant to let it go, and we must never let us suffer a blow! Once something is revealed, hey, there are not a few people in New York's political and business circles who will fall into trouble..."

Klaus straightened his sleeves indifferently, "I order."

"brush!"

The six well-dressed "successful people" sitting on the sofa seemed to have changed their appearance. They stood up straight and neatly, staring at Klaus indifferently. They took off the luxurious suits they were wearing. Like a group of well-trained warriors!A group of soldiers who are indifferent to life and death and only know their mission!

"Gather the scattered organization soldiers and increase the recruitment of American black market mercenaries, but don't do it openly and let those 'peripheral' members do it for us. Warn all formal organization members, whether they are with us They are from Germany and are newly developed in New York in the past few years. Let them not act rashly! Don't leave any excuses for others to exploit!"

"Soon, our factory in New York can be put into production, and the production pressure of the empire and organizations in Europe will be greatly relieved! Use American-made bullets to defeat the Americans and British, and use American-made food and medicine , serving our brave soldiers and respectable people! This is our mission, and it is the expectation of our leaders and heads of state! No one can make a mistake at this juncture..."

"Boom!"

A violent explosion sounded suddenly, interrupting Klaus's words and making his heart skip a beat, a bad premonition flashed in his heart.

The bright and brilliant conference room suddenly fell into darkness. Klaus stood up quickly, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down, but only saw bursts of black smoke coming out from the ground floor of the building, and Snake Eyes Club All the lights on the floor were turned off!

"Sound the alarm! Tell the members who are still in the club to come downstairs quickly and get weapons! We are..."

"Da da da da da!"

The glass was shattered by bullets and the screams of members wailed in the next room, mixed with the sound of someone breaking in from the window.

"You, you, go out to check the situation, and the rest take out their weapons and prepare to fight!"

Klaus gave the order calmly, and at the same time his brain was working rapidly. He really couldn't figure out which force had raided the headquarters of their organization, New York's underground, and the various forces on the surface. Who didn't know that they were now in power? Are the political forces headed by Congressman Tom standing in front of us?Could it be a certain Jewish consortium that knows their identities?

The two men cautiously fumbled out the door. Klaus felt a little irritated, but he wasn't too worried because the Snake Eyes Security Company was on this street, three buildings away from the Snake Eyes Club. Distance, the more than 200 mercenaries in the security company are all elite fighters from various countries!

What's more, there are nearly 20 elite soldiers trained by the organization from Germany in the Snake Eyes Club!Although I don’t know how the enemies who invaded this floor used to bypass the soldiers on the floor below, there must not be too many of them. As long as they can survive these few minutes...

The messy gunfire outside the conference room gradually subsided. Footsteps and shouts rang out from downstairs. A cold smile appeared on Klaus's lips. When the soldiers of the organization attacked the floor, he wanted to see who was so bold. Anyone who dares to attack them.

There was a dead silence in the conference room with the door closed, and the sound of some disordered breathing could be heard clearly in everyone's ears. The two people who went out to explore the way did not come back. I don't know if they encountered an accident or were hiding somewhere on the floor. In the corner, the wailing outside the room became fainter, but it never stopped, causing everyone in the conference room to tighten their nerves.

Klaus frowned. He didn't know what the purpose of the attackers was, and he didn't know which faction they belonged to. It's impossible. They came here to make such a big battle, just to kill people, right?

Shaking his head, he was about to send two more people out to see the situation. A violent explosion sounded under their feet. The entire floor seemed to have been hit hard by a giant with a sledgehammer. A wall on the side of the conference room near the door Large chunks of the concrete floor were missing, and thick black smoke happily poured into the conference room from where the floor collapsed. Cracks slowly extended in the originally solid wall, and it looked like it might collapse at any time.

Klaus was knocked into a corner, and his brain felt as if someone had punched him with all his strength. A feeling of chaos and dizziness spread in his brain. At the same time, a burst of echoes roared wantonly in his ears, and his whole body seemed to be scattered. He was in a state of limbo, unable to exert any force, and could only let out unconscious painful moans from his mouth to tell others that he was still alive.

Blood gurgled out from the ears, nose and open wounds all over the body, but the modified body did not die so easily, although he was not far from death now.

The few remaining people in the conference room were not killed instantly, but were killed by the shock to their internal organs and bodies. It seemed that after a few seconds, the clear gunfire rang out downstairs again, but this time the gunshot sounded. The frequency is much slower, and to Klaus, this frequency is unfamiliar.

I remember that year in North Africa, during a secret operation, he led his elite team to break through a British military base. When the battle was almost over, they were like this, looking around with guns for those who were not dead. enemies and send them on their last journey.

But at that time, Klaus thought that his actions were kind and allowed those British soldiers to avoid pain and torture. But now, when all this is about to happen to him, he feels like falling into an ice cave.

"That person" finally walked into the conference room. He just glanced coldly at the dead enemy, and then walked straight to himself.

"Yes, it's you, cough cough cough...you, how could you..."

Bruce looked at the disbelieving young man in front of him and just gently wiped away the blood on his mouth, but he still couldn't help but frown when he felt the pain in his body.

Although he was well prepared and hid in a safer room, the bomb he used eventually injured him.

The bombs made by Alfred are becoming more and more powerful...

"Head of the New York Hydra?"

Bruce glanced at Klaus lightly, then squatted down and touched his body, feeling the degree of damage to his bones and internal organs.

But Klaus stared intently at Bruce's face wearing a bat mask, the hatred and unwillingness in his eyes clearly visible.

"I should, should have killed you earlier, killed you..."

Withdrawing his hand, Bruce stared at Klaus, who was still speaking to him with blood foaming from his mouth and full of hatred. A smile appeared on his cold face, "It seems that the level of scientists under Schmidt is also the same. ..You should have taken the serum developed by copying your organization, right? But yours seems to be only a semi-finished product, and it has only doubled your physique?"

The siren of the police car sounded faintly under the building. Bruce stood up, looked around the originally luxurious, but now dilapidated conference room, and shook his head.

A black shadow shot out from Bruce's hand, Klaus' eyes showing unwillingness gradually lost their luster, and blood gradually filled his face.

A batarang was inserted quietly into his head, announcing the identity of the owner of this killing.

In the dark night sky in Queens, the projection of a bat was clearly visible.

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