NOVEL WEB Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises
Chapter 51 Clouds
Chapter 51 Clouds
New York, USA, located at the southern tip of Brooklyn, near the coastline has been remodeled, surrounded by a "private estate" with five-meter-high concrete walls, more than 100 teenagers ranging in age from [-] to [-] They are doing morning exercises under the leadership of the instructors. The whole team appears to be quiet and orderly. Even in the cold winter morning, these children are very well-behaved. No one complains that they are cold or tired. At least they all know the strictness and importance of discipline .
"After a while, the second batch of children who will be 'adopted' from the orphanage and brought back from the streets will enter our 'school'. Are there any guarantees for the number of dormitories and instructors?"
On the third floor of the only three-story villa in the manor, Alfred was wearing a black windbreaker, looking at the children in the well-organized and spacious playground. Suddenly said.
This is an office with simple decoration and extremely orderly arrangement of items.
Gibson was sitting behind his desk at this time, looking at the recent development documents of the 'school' and the work reports submitted by Joshua and Mike. When he heard Alfred's question, he said without raising his head. : "Let's call in some middle school teachers and keep it secret. Most of these children have not received much middle school education. Before they are 16 years old and receive special agent training, they should learn more things that normal children should learn."
Alfred turned his head, looked at Gibson with a calm face, and couldn't help joking: "The children all think that their vice principal is a strict old man, but they don't know that this old man has a side that thinks about them."
Gibson waved his hand, put down the documents in his hand, raised his head and frowned, and said, "Originally, all these should be done by the children's 'principal', but now I, an old man, have to manage the development of 'Black Eye', and at the same time have to Worried about our organization of talent education in the future? When will the principal 'he' come back?"
It has been several months since Bruce left quietly. Although Gibson has been making regular work reports to Alfred, the development of the Black Eye Intelligence Agency and the current "school" is also on the right track. But Gibson was always a little nervous.
Alfred only said that Bruce was going to deal with some private matters and needed to leave for a while, but he refused to reveal any other news. How could he make Gibson feel at ease?You must know that the development of the black eye intelligence organization and its subordinate "schools" does not seem to have a fixed purpose, but is constantly expanding the scale under strict requirements, but Gibson is very clear that all their work revolves around With Bruce unfolding!
He believes in Bruce's personal strength, and he also believes that he will not do some reckless things. Although he doesn't spend much time with him, he knows very well that Bruce will have a detailed plan in his heart for everything he does, and he will also reserve for himself , but what if?
You know, except for a few countries, all regions of the world are shrouded in war!Gibson, who had been on the battlefield of World War I, knows what the situation outside is like now. What if Bruce went abroad?If something happened to him, the Black Eye Intelligence Bureau and this "school" would probably have no meaning to exist, and disbanding would be the only end for this organization.
Alfred seemed to know what he was thinking, smiled without saying a word, just took out a document from his arms and put it on his desk, "This is the telegram that 'he' sent me yesterday, Gibson, Get ready. After you have dealt with the matter at hand, go to his side. There is a whole base of things that you want to take over there. The work here will be temporarily handed over to Mike and Joshua. alright."
Gibson picked up the document in a daze, and after reading it for less than half a minute, Gibson stood up and said to Alfred in disbelief: "'He' occupied the largest sub-base of Hydra? Or In Siberia?"
Having said that, Gibson's face changed. He walked to the door of the office, opened the door, and saw that there were no staff coming and going. Then his face calmed down a little, and he went back into the room, holding the documents and confirming with Alfred again.
After getting Alfred's affirmative answer, Gibson held his forehead, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated for a moment. He never expected that Bruce would go to the Eurasian continent and take away nine heads. Snake's Siberian base! ?Can this be done by a single person?
"By the way, if possible, bring the first batch of students who are currently being trained as agents in the school."
Alfred tapped on the table, reminding Gibson.
The "first batch of trainees" he mentioned were more than 20 alert teenagers aged 16 to 19 who were selected by Gibson himself in Joshua's "intelligence gathering team". The level of education is not high, but because he has lived in the streets all year round and communicated with different people, his ability to inquire about news is very strong, and his plasticity is also very good.
Gibson regained his composure, and frowned again when he heard the words, "They have only gone through the most basic training, cipher texts, and infiltrating in disguise, but they haven't learned yet, so it's not appropriate to use them now? "
Alfred shook his head and explained: "You misunderstood, it's not about asking them to complete some tasks now, Gibson, as the first batch of intelligence personnel we trained, can't stay in school to receive education. The experience of the ice and snow and the Soviet-German battlefield can make them grow up as soon as possible, and there, they can also learn more things, what do you think?"
"What about security?"
"Their 'experience' will be accompanied by soldiers, soldiers trained by 'him' himself."
When Gibson heard Alfred talking about this, he also nodded in agreement. In fact, he also agreed with Alfred's thoughts in his heart. As the current person in charge of Black Eye, he also hoped that he had put a lot of effort into it. The first batch of students trained can grow into the world's top type of agents in the future, and being able to grow in a difficult environment and war will undoubtedly allow these students to learn more.
"How soon do you leave?"
Gibson pondered for a moment, and asked the last question. Alfred put on his hat, straightened his windbreaker, and said as he walked out of the office: "It is best within three days. We have already established a relationship. At some point, you will cross the Pacific Ocean and take the Trans-Siberian Railway to central Siberia together with the US aid supplies to the Soviet Union, and 'his' people will wait for you at the agreed place."
"Is there still no news from Dr. Zola?"
With a gloomy face, Schmidt looked at the white Alpine foothills outside the window, and said to the leader of the Hydra Intelligence Bureau standing behind him with a frightened face.
"We, we have increased the search area, but the soldiers who stayed in Poland died the night Dr. Zola disappeared, and a lot of evidence was destroyed by the explosion."
"Then keep looking! Go to France, go to England, go to Soviet Russia to look for it! Mobilize our personnel hidden inside the enemy, find Zola and bring him back! If you can't bring him back, then kill him!"
Schmidt turned around and scolded with an ugly face, "We still need some time to prepare! Zola can be captured by any country, any organization, even if he reveals all our plans and weapons deployment, I don't know." Don't care! But that time must not be now! If anyone sabotages the plan before my weapon production is sufficient, then you and your men are all ready to be sunk into the Atlantic Ocean!"
Seeing the chief of intelligence retreating in a panic, Schmidt squinted his eyes, picked up a glass of red wine he had placed by the window, and managed to calm down again.
"A bunch of trash."
The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded, and Schmidt frowned and looked up at the door.
"Report! Following the destruction of the western branch of France, the guards of the first-level weapon storage depot in northern France just lost contact with the headquarters! Judging from the last news sent back, they are suspected to have been wiped out by the roaring commando."
"Snapped!"
The sound of the goblet breaking rang out in the silent room at this time. Schmidt's hand that was still holding the wine glass just now clenched into a fist, and the precious wine slowly dripped from his fingers, bright red like blood.
The words seemed to be squeezed out between the teeth, Schmidt laughed back angrily, and his scarlet face looked a little scary: "Captain America!"
The second update is here, thanks to the book friend "20170207221205658" and the book friend "Longevity Technique" for their rewards!Many thanks!I hope you will support me a lot~
(End of this chapter)
New York, USA, located at the southern tip of Brooklyn, near the coastline has been remodeled, surrounded by a "private estate" with five-meter-high concrete walls, more than 100 teenagers ranging in age from [-] to [-] They are doing morning exercises under the leadership of the instructors. The whole team appears to be quiet and orderly. Even in the cold winter morning, these children are very well-behaved. No one complains that they are cold or tired. At least they all know the strictness and importance of discipline .
"After a while, the second batch of children who will be 'adopted' from the orphanage and brought back from the streets will enter our 'school'. Are there any guarantees for the number of dormitories and instructors?"
On the third floor of the only three-story villa in the manor, Alfred was wearing a black windbreaker, looking at the children in the well-organized and spacious playground. Suddenly said.
This is an office with simple decoration and extremely orderly arrangement of items.
Gibson was sitting behind his desk at this time, looking at the recent development documents of the 'school' and the work reports submitted by Joshua and Mike. When he heard Alfred's question, he said without raising his head. : "Let's call in some middle school teachers and keep it secret. Most of these children have not received much middle school education. Before they are 16 years old and receive special agent training, they should learn more things that normal children should learn."
Alfred turned his head, looked at Gibson with a calm face, and couldn't help joking: "The children all think that their vice principal is a strict old man, but they don't know that this old man has a side that thinks about them."
Gibson waved his hand, put down the documents in his hand, raised his head and frowned, and said, "Originally, all these should be done by the children's 'principal', but now I, an old man, have to manage the development of 'Black Eye', and at the same time have to Worried about our organization of talent education in the future? When will the principal 'he' come back?"
It has been several months since Bruce left quietly. Although Gibson has been making regular work reports to Alfred, the development of the Black Eye Intelligence Agency and the current "school" is also on the right track. But Gibson was always a little nervous.
Alfred only said that Bruce was going to deal with some private matters and needed to leave for a while, but he refused to reveal any other news. How could he make Gibson feel at ease?You must know that the development of the black eye intelligence organization and its subordinate "schools" does not seem to have a fixed purpose, but is constantly expanding the scale under strict requirements, but Gibson is very clear that all their work revolves around With Bruce unfolding!
He believes in Bruce's personal strength, and he also believes that he will not do some reckless things. Although he doesn't spend much time with him, he knows very well that Bruce will have a detailed plan in his heart for everything he does, and he will also reserve for himself , but what if?
You know, except for a few countries, all regions of the world are shrouded in war!Gibson, who had been on the battlefield of World War I, knows what the situation outside is like now. What if Bruce went abroad?If something happened to him, the Black Eye Intelligence Bureau and this "school" would probably have no meaning to exist, and disbanding would be the only end for this organization.
Alfred seemed to know what he was thinking, smiled without saying a word, just took out a document from his arms and put it on his desk, "This is the telegram that 'he' sent me yesterday, Gibson, Get ready. After you have dealt with the matter at hand, go to his side. There is a whole base of things that you want to take over there. The work here will be temporarily handed over to Mike and Joshua. alright."
Gibson picked up the document in a daze, and after reading it for less than half a minute, Gibson stood up and said to Alfred in disbelief: "'He' occupied the largest sub-base of Hydra? Or In Siberia?"
Having said that, Gibson's face changed. He walked to the door of the office, opened the door, and saw that there were no staff coming and going. Then his face calmed down a little, and he went back into the room, holding the documents and confirming with Alfred again.
After getting Alfred's affirmative answer, Gibson held his forehead, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated for a moment. He never expected that Bruce would go to the Eurasian continent and take away nine heads. Snake's Siberian base! ?Can this be done by a single person?
"By the way, if possible, bring the first batch of students who are currently being trained as agents in the school."
Alfred tapped on the table, reminding Gibson.
The "first batch of trainees" he mentioned were more than 20 alert teenagers aged 16 to 19 who were selected by Gibson himself in Joshua's "intelligence gathering team". The level of education is not high, but because he has lived in the streets all year round and communicated with different people, his ability to inquire about news is very strong, and his plasticity is also very good.
Gibson regained his composure, and frowned again when he heard the words, "They have only gone through the most basic training, cipher texts, and infiltrating in disguise, but they haven't learned yet, so it's not appropriate to use them now? "
Alfred shook his head and explained: "You misunderstood, it's not about asking them to complete some tasks now, Gibson, as the first batch of intelligence personnel we trained, can't stay in school to receive education. The experience of the ice and snow and the Soviet-German battlefield can make them grow up as soon as possible, and there, they can also learn more things, what do you think?"
"What about security?"
"Their 'experience' will be accompanied by soldiers, soldiers trained by 'him' himself."
When Gibson heard Alfred talking about this, he also nodded in agreement. In fact, he also agreed with Alfred's thoughts in his heart. As the current person in charge of Black Eye, he also hoped that he had put a lot of effort into it. The first batch of students trained can grow into the world's top type of agents in the future, and being able to grow in a difficult environment and war will undoubtedly allow these students to learn more.
"How soon do you leave?"
Gibson pondered for a moment, and asked the last question. Alfred put on his hat, straightened his windbreaker, and said as he walked out of the office: "It is best within three days. We have already established a relationship. At some point, you will cross the Pacific Ocean and take the Trans-Siberian Railway to central Siberia together with the US aid supplies to the Soviet Union, and 'his' people will wait for you at the agreed place."
"Is there still no news from Dr. Zola?"
With a gloomy face, Schmidt looked at the white Alpine foothills outside the window, and said to the leader of the Hydra Intelligence Bureau standing behind him with a frightened face.
"We, we have increased the search area, but the soldiers who stayed in Poland died the night Dr. Zola disappeared, and a lot of evidence was destroyed by the explosion."
"Then keep looking! Go to France, go to England, go to Soviet Russia to look for it! Mobilize our personnel hidden inside the enemy, find Zola and bring him back! If you can't bring him back, then kill him!"
Schmidt turned around and scolded with an ugly face, "We still need some time to prepare! Zola can be captured by any country, any organization, even if he reveals all our plans and weapons deployment, I don't know." Don't care! But that time must not be now! If anyone sabotages the plan before my weapon production is sufficient, then you and your men are all ready to be sunk into the Atlantic Ocean!"
Seeing the chief of intelligence retreating in a panic, Schmidt squinted his eyes, picked up a glass of red wine he had placed by the window, and managed to calm down again.
"A bunch of trash."
The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded, and Schmidt frowned and looked up at the door.
"Report! Following the destruction of the western branch of France, the guards of the first-level weapon storage depot in northern France just lost contact with the headquarters! Judging from the last news sent back, they are suspected to have been wiped out by the roaring commando."
"Snapped!"
The sound of the goblet breaking rang out in the silent room at this time. Schmidt's hand that was still holding the wine glass just now clenched into a fist, and the precious wine slowly dripped from his fingers, bright red like blood.
The words seemed to be squeezed out between the teeth, Schmidt laughed back angrily, and his scarlet face looked a little scary: "Captain America!"
The second update is here, thanks to the book friend "20170207221205658" and the book friend "Longevity Technique" for their rewards!Many thanks!I hope you will support me a lot~
(End of this chapter)
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