Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises

The Flying Club is located in the southern suburbs of New York. In the afternoon, an old man wearing a black trench coat slowly walked out of the club door carrying a large suitcase. After looking around, he determined the target and headed there. A familiar Ford drove past.Pinshu.com.

"Have we talked about it?"

"The final transaction price was US$5700 million. Except for the Freeport piece of land we bought in Texas, all the rest were resold. Sir, I brought back the check and transaction documents."

"Thank you, Alfred."

The person sitting in the driver's seat of the Ford at this time was clearly Bruce, and the old man carrying a large suitcase was Alfred, who had just returned to New York from Texas after more than half a month.

"During my absence, sir, you have not caused any trouble, have you?"

"..."

Twitching the corners of his mouth, Bruce said flatly: "I took away the nest of the hydra in New York, just as you are back, I still need some weapons to finish the final finishing work."

"Oh, so fast? There has been nothing unusual among the U.S. military agents during this time?"

Alfred was in a good mood and felt a little better.

Bruce frowned when he heard this, shook his head and said, "No, they behaved unusually conservatively. I'm also very surprised, but without more information, I don't know what they are planning."

Alfred nodded thoughtfully, "What finishing work?"

"Destroy the industrial area they built in New York. This is the key to completing a branch task of the task system. You can get a reward of 1000 task points."

Alfred's eyes flashed, but he finally reminded: "Then you have to plan carefully. The US military agents are not such fools... They know how to destroy the base of Hydra's New York branch. Is it you?"

"I left batarangs at the scene. As long as they are not stupid, they should know that I have taken over this matter. I just need them to help me find out the specific location of these Hydras."

Alfred raised his eyebrows, but said indifferently: "Master, do you think, a bottle of perfect super soldier serum or your value, which one is more important to the US military."

Bruce was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something, and the faint smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"My fault was that I was careless. I thought that killing the person in charge of Hydra would complete the mission... So now, am I being watched by the US military?"

Alfred looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking, "I'm afraid the next time you show up in New York, the army will be the one planning to arrest you. Of course, it's not necessarily true, just in case they don't take you so seriously. , or just send a few small agents~"

A gloomy look flashed in Bruce's eyes, but a calm smile soon appeared on his lips, and he continued to drive without looking back: "Just wait and see what happens. It seems that the finishing work will have to be slowed down."

There was no more words along the way, and when the two returned home, it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon.

Alfred took out some parcels and checks from the large suitcase. Not long after he got out of the car, he changed into a suit and drove towards the company again. He said he had to deal with some recent matters, while Bruce was because of the reason. The plan was disrupted, and he walked into the study again thoughtfully, and began to consider the next move.

When the two met again, it was after nine o'clock in the evening.

"Are you done with your business?"

Bruce came out of the kitchen and said to Alfred while eating the freshly fried steak.

"We held several meetings to arrange the direction of the recent work, apply for relevant documents, inspect the site of our industrial zone, and contact several crude oil buyers. We need to arrange the manpower... By the way, recently How's 'Dark Eyes' doing?"

Alfred didn't look tired at all, and asked after briefly explaining the company's affairs to Bruce.

"I found time to meet with Gibson, Mike and Joshua. Their work has been going well recently. Those kids are really good at finding news on the streets of New York, but Gibson has suggested to me many times that it's time to train these guys. Children, teach them more sophisticated intelligence gathering methods and self-disguise skills, what do you think?"

Alfred nodded, looked at the time on his watch, and said directly to Bruce, "Let's meet now. I also want to see what these people I selected have done with our intelligence system. There are also some tasks that I have to listen to their reports on.”

Bruce nodded, "Then you drive first and I'll arrive later."

After that, he ate the steak in two or three bites and went into the kitchen, while Alfred drove a step ahead.

More than half an hour later, in the newly opened secret basement of Brooklyn Rose Bar.

Fat Mike and Joshua sat on one side of a large wooden table, Gibson sat in the main seat, and Alfred sat opposite Gibson. In front of him were more than ten pages of recent work reports compiled by Gibson himself. , about the next development plan of "Black Eye" and the plan for training personnel.

Alfred flipped through the pages quietly, while Gibson still looked cold and silent. Mike and Joshua were not idle either. They directly processed the intelligence information collected today at the table. The atmosphere in the basement suddenly changed. It was quiet, except for the rustle of writing and the sound of pages being turned over.

And I don’t know when, another small door in the basement, leading to who knows where, was opened silently, and a figure stayed quietly in a corner that was not illuminated by the indoor light, until Alfred De finished flipping through the items in front of him.

Bruce, wearing a bat suit, slowly walked out of the darkness. Facing Gibson, who looked indifferent, Mike and Joshua, who looked a little surprised, nodded lightly, and then sat down at the empty side of the wooden table.

"You have done a good job recently, collecting a lot of information in a timely manner, and in terms of analyzing information, Gibson, I really did not misread you... I have read all these pieces, and your ideas are very good, sir, I think these are It can be approved.”

Bruce took the document handed over by Alfred and just briefly browsed it. After all, he had heard Gibson report on this before.

"A 'new headquarters' and training base that is sufficiently secretive and spacious enough, the relevant training infrastructure, equipment, firearms, funds, all of these are no problem, but the teachers who train these children, I want to know how you plan to arrange it, Gibson?"

Bruce looked at Gibson and asked.

"I can contact my 'old friends' who have not been very happy for decades. Although the number is not many, there are only a few, but it should be enough to train these little guys."

After a brief explanation, Gibson stopped talking, Bruce nodded, and then said: "I have no objection."

Alfred adjusted his glasses, with a gentle smile still on his face. He looked at Mike and Joshua, and finally looked at Gibson and said: "As for the expansion and development of 'Black Eyes' this time, I I have no objection to the principle, but..."

Gibson listened, glanced at Alfred and Bruce, hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind: "If possible, I hope that after training the first batch of qualified 'agents' in the 'Black Eye', they can Send a few people to 'properly protect' the safety of my son's family, as long as the privacy of their family is not involved!"

Bruce was stunned when he heard the words, and then looked at Gibson with deep meaning.

Is this a transaction of title?The first batch of trained children must be firmly in his and Alfred's hands. Gibson's request to "protect his family" actually took the initiative to put his family before Bruce and Alfred. Under surveillance.

When Mike saw Gibson's actions, he seemed to have thought of something. Hesitation flashed across his eyes, and then he gritted his teeth and simply said: "I also hope that the organization can send someone to 'protect' my family in the future!"

Joshua was a little confused. Looking at Gibson and Mike's statements one after another, he simply stopped what he was doing and said simply: "I, I have no family anymore... If something happens to me in the future, You’re going to save me, right?”

The last sentence was addressed to Bruce. This kid has always admired Bruce very much, but now it makes Bruce dumbfounded.

"In this case, I have no objection. Let's put the development plan of 'Black Eye' on the agenda. You can discuss the location of the new headquarters. Remember, it must be safe and concealed."

After Alfred finished speaking, he stopped talking, stood up and sorted his clothes, and then walked out of the basement with the plan made by Gibson. Bruce nodded to several people, and then left here.

Gibson looked at the two Bruce's leaving figures, the coldness on his face faded, and he revealed a rare wry smile.

"I hope my decision is right..."

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