NOVEL WEB Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises
Chapter 32 The Expansion of "Black Eye"
Chapter 32 The Expansion of "Black Eye"
Located in the Flying Club in the southern suburbs of New York, in the afternoon, an old man in a black windbreaker carried a large suitcase and slowly walked out of the gate of the club. A very familiar Ford car passed by.
"Have we talked about it?"
"The final transaction price was US$5700 million. The land we bought in Texas, except the one in Freeport, was sold out. Master, I brought back the check and transaction documents."
"Thank you, Alfred."
The person sitting in the driver's seat of the Ford car at this time was Bruce, and the old man carrying a big suitcase was Alfred who 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? Haven't the agents of the US military made any changes during this time?"
Alfred was rather interested and came here curiously.
Bruce frowned when he heard the words, shook his head and said, "No, they're acting unusually conservative, and I'm also very surprised, but without more information, I don't know what they're planning."
Alfred nodded thoughtfully, "What finishing work?"
"Destroying the industrial area they built in New York is the key to completing a branch mission in the mission system, and you can get a reward of 1000 mission points."
Alfred's eyes flashed brightly, but he finally reminded: "Then you have to plan carefully. The US military agents are not such fools. They know that the destruction of the Hydra New York branch's lair Is it you?"
"I left bat darts at the scene. As long as they are not stupid, they should know that this matter has been taken over by me. I just need them to help me find out the exact location of these hydra."
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 froze for a moment, as if remembering something, the faint smile on his face gradually faded.
"My fault, I was careless. I thought killing the person in charge of Hydra would complete this mission. So now, I am being targeted by the US military?"
Alfred looked out the window, not knowing what was going on in his mind, "I'm afraid the next time you show up in New York, it will be the army who designed to arrest you. Pay attention, or just send a few small agents~"
A trace of gloom flashed in Bruce's eyes, but a calm smile soon appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he continued to drive without looking back: "Let's wait and see what happens. It seems that the finishing work has 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, saying that he had to deal with some recent affairs. Because the original plan was disrupted, he walked into the study after thinking about it, 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 had a few meetings to arrange the direction of work in the near future, to apply for relevant documents, to inspect the construction site of our industrial zone, and to contact several crude oil buyers. We need to arrange a clear manpower. How's the eye?"
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, but said directly to Bruce, "Then let's meet now, I also want to see what the few people I selected have made our intelligence system Look, there are other tasks I need to listen to their reports."
Bruce nodded, "Then you drive first, I'll be there 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 compiled by Gibson himself. Report, about the next development plan of "Black Eye" and the plan for training personnel.
Alfred was flipping through the pages quietly, while Gibson remained cold and silent. Mike and Joshua were not idle, and they directly processed the intelligence information collected today on the table. The time is extremely quiet, only the rustle of writing and the sound of flipping through the paper.
And I don't know when, another small door leading to an unknown location in the basement was opened silently, and a figure stayed quietly in a corner that was not illuminated by the indoor lights until Alfred De finished flipping through the papers in front of him.
Wearing a bat suit, Bruce walked out of the darkness slowly, facing the indifferent Gibson, Mike and Joshua, who seemed a little surprised, nodded lightly, and then sat on the vacant side of the wooden table.
"Your work has been good recently, and a lot of information has been collected in a timely manner. In terms of analyzing information, Gibson, I have read all of your documents, and your ideas are very good. I think these can be approved. .”
Bruce took the document handed over by Alfred, and just flipped through it roughly. 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, still with a gentle smile on his face, he looked at Mike and Joshua, and finally looked at Gibson: "For the expansion and development of 'Black Eye' this time, I don’t have any objections in 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 trading a certificate?The first batch of children trained must be firmly in the hands of him and Alfred. Gibson made a request to "protect the family", but in fact he took the initiative to put his family in the hands of Bruce and Alfred. under the supervision of Germany.
When Mike saw Gibson's actions, he seemed to think of something, hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then he also gritted his teeth, and said simply: "I also hope that the organization will send someone to 'protect' my family in the future!"
Joshua was a little confused. Seeing the successive statements of Gibson and Mike, he simply stopped what he was doing and simply said, "I, I have no family. If something happens to me in the future, what will you do?" Come save me, right?"
The last sentence was addressed to Bruce. This kid has always admired Bruce very much, but now it makes Bruce dumbfounded.
"Since this is the case, then 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 hidden."
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 watched the back of the two of Bruce leaving, the coldness on his face subsided, and he showed a rare wry smile.
"Hope, my decision is right"
(End of this chapter)
Located in the Flying Club in the southern suburbs of New York, in the afternoon, an old man in a black windbreaker carried a large suitcase and slowly walked out of the gate of the club. A very familiar Ford car passed by.
"Have we talked about it?"
"The final transaction price was US$5700 million. The land we bought in Texas, except the one in Freeport, was sold out. Master, I brought back the check and transaction documents."
"Thank you, Alfred."
The person sitting in the driver's seat of the Ford car at this time was Bruce, and the old man carrying a big suitcase was Alfred who 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? Haven't the agents of the US military made any changes during this time?"
Alfred was rather interested and came here curiously.
Bruce frowned when he heard the words, shook his head and said, "No, they're acting unusually conservative, and I'm also very surprised, but without more information, I don't know what they're planning."
Alfred nodded thoughtfully, "What finishing work?"
"Destroying the industrial area they built in New York is the key to completing a branch mission in the mission system, and you can get a reward of 1000 mission points."
Alfred's eyes flashed brightly, but he finally reminded: "Then you have to plan carefully. The US military agents are not such fools. They know that the destruction of the Hydra New York branch's lair Is it you?"
"I left bat darts at the scene. As long as they are not stupid, they should know that this matter has been taken over by me. I just need them to help me find out the exact location of these hydra."
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 froze for a moment, as if remembering something, the faint smile on his face gradually faded.
"My fault, I was careless. I thought killing the person in charge of Hydra would complete this mission. So now, I am being targeted by the US military?"
Alfred looked out the window, not knowing what was going on in his mind, "I'm afraid the next time you show up in New York, it will be the army who designed to arrest you. Pay attention, or just send a few small agents~"
A trace of gloom flashed in Bruce's eyes, but a calm smile soon appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he continued to drive without looking back: "Let's wait and see what happens. It seems that the finishing work has 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, saying that he had to deal with some recent affairs. Because the original plan was disrupted, he walked into the study after thinking about it, 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 had a few meetings to arrange the direction of work in the near future, to apply for relevant documents, to inspect the construction site of our industrial zone, and to contact several crude oil buyers. We need to arrange a clear manpower. How's the eye?"
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, but said directly to Bruce, "Then let's meet now, I also want to see what the few people I selected have made our intelligence system Look, there are other tasks I need to listen to their reports."
Bruce nodded, "Then you drive first, I'll be there 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 compiled by Gibson himself. Report, about the next development plan of "Black Eye" and the plan for training personnel.
Alfred was flipping through the pages quietly, while Gibson remained cold and silent. Mike and Joshua were not idle, and they directly processed the intelligence information collected today on the table. The time is extremely quiet, only the rustle of writing and the sound of flipping through the paper.
And I don't know when, another small door leading to an unknown location in the basement was opened silently, and a figure stayed quietly in a corner that was not illuminated by the indoor lights until Alfred De finished flipping through the papers in front of him.
Wearing a bat suit, Bruce walked out of the darkness slowly, facing the indifferent Gibson, Mike and Joshua, who seemed a little surprised, nodded lightly, and then sat on the vacant side of the wooden table.
"Your work has been good recently, and a lot of information has been collected in a timely manner. In terms of analyzing information, Gibson, I have read all of your documents, and your ideas are very good. I think these can be approved. .”
Bruce took the document handed over by Alfred, and just flipped through it roughly. 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, still with a gentle smile on his face, he looked at Mike and Joshua, and finally looked at Gibson: "For the expansion and development of 'Black Eye' this time, I don’t have any objections in 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 trading a certificate?The first batch of children trained must be firmly in the hands of him and Alfred. Gibson made a request to "protect the family", but in fact he took the initiative to put his family in the hands of Bruce and Alfred. under the supervision of Germany.
When Mike saw Gibson's actions, he seemed to think of something, hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then he also gritted his teeth, and said simply: "I also hope that the organization will send someone to 'protect' my family in the future!"
Joshua was a little confused. Seeing the successive statements of Gibson and Mike, he simply stopped what he was doing and simply said, "I, I have no family. If something happens to me in the future, what will you do?" Come save me, right?"
The last sentence was addressed to Bruce. This kid has always admired Bruce very much, but now it makes Bruce dumbfounded.
"Since this is the case, then 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 hidden."
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 watched the back of the two of Bruce leaving, the coldness on his face subsided, and he showed a rare wry smile.
"Hope, my decision is right"
(End of this chapter)
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