In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 965: The butler is on the move! (middle)

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"Just about a dozen hours ago, my CIA agent sent back a message that the FBI had arrested the organizer of the Central American Revolution and was about to **** him back to Washington for interrogation."

"At first, I thought it was a cover-up they put out. The situation was unknown, so I didn't act rashly. But then there was news that the **** agent disappeared with the target. Now the FBI suspects that it was the CIA." /

Cayla's helpless voice came from the other end of the phone: "Their suspicion is not unreasonable. The FBI feels that the KGB will not act so quickly. After all, the CIA has made similar traps to target them before. Even if they After receiving the news, he must be observing the situation like me."

"And, judging by the way the KGB behaves, they are more likely to manipulate Washington, especially for interrogations, which can in turn set a trap for the CIA."

"The FBI feels that it must be the CIA who wants to rob people, so it dares to do it so neatly, because no matter whether it succeeds or fails, the CIA will not lose."

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Alfred narrowed his eyes and said: "You are in control of both the CIA and the KGB intelligence, and you will call me, which means that you have not found the one in the intelligence of the two parties." News from the mysterious organizer, right?"

"That's right, this is exactly the problem. I am responsible for the intelligence work of the CIA and the KGB metropolis radiating along the east coast. This time, the CIA and the KGB did not do it at all."

"So, Alfred, do you think this is a trap? Will the FBI direct and act? Or..."

"I think you should already have an answer." Alfred replied: "The FBI dare not make a fuss about this matter at this juncture. How taboo it is, if something goes wrong, everyone will be unlucky."

"That is to say, they really took away..."

"Schiller." Alfred said: "Schiller Rodriguez, his butler told me that just now, FBI agents rushed into the Rodriguez manor, and Schiller himself He admitted to the agents that he was the organizer and leader of the Central American Revolution.”

"What?!

! "Kayla exclaimed in disbelief.

"His steward came to me, hoping that I could rescue him, but now it seems that the situation is more complicated than we imagined. You mean, Schiller disappeared together with the agent who escorted him?"

Kayla on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, but still said: "That's right, the FBI sent to respond, but they didn't receive anyone, and all the **** agents have lost contact, and now the FBI is crazy I am still looking for someone, but there is no progress at all.”

"I heard that there seems to be some trouble in Gotham. The situation in the city is very complicated. The agents who went in to search have no news. Alfred, I called to confirm your situation. You must pay attention to safety..."

"Don't worry about me." Alfred said in a steady tone: I'm used to all kinds of anomalies here, and about Schiller, I will investigate, just wait for my news. "

"Thank you, Alfred." Keira breathed a sigh of relief, but then said in a serious tone: "If Schiller is really our comrade and has made such great contributions to our cause contribution, then we must protect his safety at all costs.”

"Don't worry, Keira, he is also Bruce's university professor, a really good teacher, no matter where he is now, I will bring him back."

Hung up the phone, Alfred looked at Merkel and said: "The good news is. Schiller has not been sent back to Washington for trial, and there is still a lot of room for redemption, but the bad news is that he, and The **** agent disappeared together, and now we can only confirm that he is still in Gotham, but where exactly. We have to find it ourselves."

"I'm going now." Merkel said immediately, but Alfred stopped him and said, "How are you going to find it? Wandering around in Gotham? You have to keep your own first." Only with your life can you find your employer."

After speaking, Alfred turned around, then turned his head and gave Merkel a wink. Merkel paused, but still followed him.

Alfred came to the entrance of the basement and walked all the way down. When he reached the door of the Bat Lab, he didn't go in. Instead, he turned in the other direction and walked into a room on the north side of the basement. .

The entire Wayne Manor has a very large basement, 70% of which are Batman's laboratories for experiments, but 30% are warehouses where Alfred stacks various things.

The two parts do not communicate with each other and do not interfere with each other. Alfred almost never enters Batman's laboratory, and Batman never enters Alfred's warehouse. He wasn't interested in what was piled up in the warehouse.

So, when Merkel saw the pile of heavy munitions whose origin was not easy to explain, her jaw almost dropped.

He stretched out his trembling fingers, pointed at the pile of things in the warehouse, and stammered: "What is this?... Could this be the legendary 'last resort'???? "

"The last resort?" Alfred walked into the warehouse, shook his head and said, "No, this is not a last resort, it's just a means to ensure your own safety and ensure the smooth execution of the task, come on , pick something you like, how about this gun?"

Merkel swallowed, and he said: "When I was in the butler school, I heard people say that the confrontation of the previous generation was much more intense than it is now, and the people at that time were also more powerful than now. There are many, but I didn't expect that it has reached this point?"

"You are right. The confrontation of the previous generation was indeed much more intense than it is now, but this is not only reflected in the number of weapons, but also in the understanding of responsibilities."

"You first regard yourself as an agent and spy, and you will never be able to use means beyond this identity, because you always have to consider whether you have exposed your identity or leaked information."

Merkel's expression was a bit puzzled. He said: "But I always have to take these things into account. If I do things too carelessly and reveal my identity, my employer will also be implicated..."

Alfred stroked the barrel of the rifle with his hand, and said: "For so many years, it's not that no one from the FBI or CIA has touched this city, trying to break into the manor here and arrest their target .”

"But for so many years, only the group of agents who found Professor Schiller were lucky enough to succeed. Why do you think this is?"

Merkel froze for a moment, then showed a guilty expression, he said: "Because of my dereliction of duty..."

"No, Merkel." Alfred said: "Because you still don't regard yourself as a steward, especially you don't regard yourself as a Gotham steward."

Looking at the gun in his hand, Alfred said, "How can you be a butler in Gotham without your own arsenal? Even the butlers equipped in the cheap new estates on the outermost edge of the South District will have a A small warehouse dedicated to storing weapons."

Alfred sighed and said, "Think about it, if you were maintaining your weapon when the agents of the FBI broke into the manor, you accidentally went off because of excessive fright. The big garden has produced a little new fertilizer, so who can they blame? It can only be blamed, the city of Gotham is really rotten."

"You play a Gotham person conscientiously and cautiously, but in fact, there are no cautious Gotham people, let alone a Gotham butler who can reason."

"When the group of FBI agents kicked open the gate of the manor, showed their IDs to you, and revealed their identities, you should directly take out a gun from under the sofa, and shoot the person who kicked the door first. Put it down."

"You should tell him that there must be rules in Gotham. No matter who wants to visit the manor, if he doesn't hand over the greeting card or bring gifts, then there will never be a banquet and fine wine waiting for him. It must be a bullet."

Alfred turned his head to look at Merkel and said: "You should be thankful that you are not from the previous generation, otherwise, when you tried to reason with them, you would have been exposed. The group of guys, when you are still trying to argue, have already shot."

With the sound of "Katsa", Alfred falsely pulled the trigger, Merkel trembled instinctively, and Alfred said again:

"I think your employer shouldn't blame you, he is a very tolerant gentleman, but after all, you are the housekeeper I recommended in the past, if you can't do your job, I'm afraid Disgrace your school and the Pennyworth family."

Merkel lowered her head and said in a deep voice: "Yes, Mr. Pennyworth, I understand, tomorrow I will go to pack up the underground warehouse of the manor, and prepare some defensive measures that a Gotham housekeeper should have. "

Alfred nodded, threw a weapon to Merkel, took an old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun himself, and said: "Come on, go find Schiller, and then tell him in person that you I will be a good housekeeper."

The two left from the basement, and when they were about to walk out of the hall of Wayne Manor, suddenly, a figure appeared outside the gate of the manor. She reached out and patted the railing of the gate, looking a little anxious.

Alfred handed the gun to Merkel, tidied his clothes, stepped forward, and opened the door.

Looking at Zatana's familiar face outside the door, Alfred froze for a moment, then tentatively said: "Zatana Zatara? Is it Miss Zatara?"

"It's me... Oh, Alfred!" Zatanna called out the butler's name, seeing this old butler with gray temples, what she just wanted to say in a hurry, was held back again inside.

"...Alfred, are you in good health?" Zatanna asked with concern, and Alfred looked at her tired face and said, "I'm not bad, miss, but You look a little tired, come in and talk."

Alfred led Zatanna to the hall of Wayne Manor, but Zatanna didn't want to sit down at all. She kept thinking about how to explain Bruce's current state to the old housekeeper.

At the beginning, when she followed her father to Wayne Manor, little Bruce had just lost his parents, and the old housekeeper had been taking care of him. Zatanna knew that the two of them were not father and son, but they were closer than father and son.

She really couldn't tell such a father what happened to his son. Zatanna took a deep breath and summoned up all her courage, but just before she was about to speak, Alfred saw Looking at her, she said: "You want to tell me a bad news~IndoMTL.com~ right?"

Zatana froze for a moment, but then blurted out: "Yes, Bruce...he is not in a good condition now, I am planning to save him, but I need some help..."

"Where is he now?" Alfred asked.

Zhatana wrinkled her facial features in pain, she couldn't say the word "hell", because she felt that the old housekeeper couldn't understand mysticism at all.

If she said that Bruce is in **** now, it would be like telling Alfred that Bruce is dead. As for going to **** to save his soul later, it is even more nonsense.

"You want to say, he's dead?" Alfred looked at Zatana's face again and said, Zatana was stunned again, then sighed and said: "Mr. Butler, what I'm going to say next , please listen patiently."

"I'm not drunk or talking nonsense. These are all true. Although it may be difficult for you to accept, but... Well, Bruce's soul is now in hell, which is the **** that ordinary people know."

When she said this, Zatanna didn't dare to look at Alfred at all, and when she slowly turned her head back, she didn't see any shock or contempt on Alfred's face expression.

"So, how did he get there?" Alfred asked.

"He...he came from the edge of the human world and hell, that is..."

"Lim of Hell?" Alfred reminded.

"Ah, yes, Limbo, where he jumped off a cliff... wait a minute!

! Zatana stared wide-eyed, looked at Alfred, and asked, "How do you know Limbo?" ? !