American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Inside Wayne Manor, in a standard drawing room, the two sat facing each other. Bruce Wayne sized up the woman before him, a hint of doubt in the depths of his eyes.

Alfred stood upright behind him, the quintessential butler, seemingly looking straight ahead, awaiting his master's orders, but actually using his peripheral vision to scrutinize the woman.

The woman smiled and placed her briefcase on the coffee table, saying, "My name is Alice, from the Bounty Hunter Revenge Foundation."

Our conversation should be top secret, with no third party present, but since Mr. Wayne is still underage, Mr. Alfred has temporary guardianship, so we'll make an exception this time!"

Bruce Wayne nodded, curiosity in his eyes. He was eager to know what Alice was there for.

"Then I'll get straight to the point. Our Bounty Hunter Revenge Foundation was established in 1815. Initially, it was just a mutual aid organization. By the late nineteenth century, it had gradually formed the first insurance company. However, due to the First and Second World Wars, the insurance company was dismantled several times. To avoid unnecessary losses and conflicts with legal provisions, the foundation went completely underground, establishing a large number of external agency companies to disperse funds.

Internally, it continued to develop and grow, continuing to this day!

Mr. Wayne, don't be surprised if you haven't heard of us. It's normal. Since our Revenge Foundation exists in the form of bounty hunters, we are an illegal organization in most countries. We don't have offices on the surface, and most members act in small groups and teams in private.

Moreover, we rarely accept new missions in the target area, so the outside world doesn't know much about us.

Of course, I'm only saying this to give you a simple impression of the foundation. Now, let's get down to business!"

Bruce Wayne glanced at Alfred, both of them with a hint of doubt in their eyes.

Alice opened her briefcase and took out a document, placing it on the table: "This is the letter of engagement from your parents, Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne.

About two years ago, Mr. Thomas Wayne took the initiative to find the foundation and spent $250 million to sign this contract.

At that time, our reception staff inquired in detail. Mr. Wayne believed that the upcoming plan would easily touch the interests of Gotham City's old established elite groups, so his personal safety could not be guaranteed.

Mr. Wayne hoped that if one day, something unfortunate happened to both of them, the Revenge Foundation would complete the remaining work for him!"

Upon hearing this, Bruce Wayne's face changed. He quickly picked up the contract and examined it carefully, saying in surprise, "This is indeed my father's signature!"

Alfred couldn't stand still either. He hurried forward, lowered his head, and looked at it carefully. Although surprised, he still nodded slightly.

Bruce Wayne was slightly excited, but the feeling quickly vanished: "It seems you're a step late. The police have already shot and killed the real culprit!"

Alice smiled slightly: "It seems that Mr. Bruce Wayne didn't understand what I meant. Our Revenge Foundation is looking for the real culprit and other forces behind the scenes, but you must know and acknowledge the existence of all of this to complete this revenge operation!

It is precisely because of this thorough revenge plan that it is worth the price of $250 million!

In addition, I must say that Mr. Bruce Wayne, you have been deceived by the police and the underworld forces in collusion. The person they killed was actually just an innocent person.

Before Alice could finish speaking, Alfred suddenly stepped forward and shouted sternly, "Enough! I've had enough of your lies!

Miss Alice, the Wayne Group is a well-known family in Gotham City. Our reputation is beyond reproach.

Mr. Wayne could never have privately transferred $250 million during his lifetime without being noticed by the group.

Your lies are exaggerated and blatant. No normal person would believe them. Don't insult Mr. Wayne's intelligence any further. Please leave now!"

Alice wasn't angry, she just smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Butler, the status of guardian in terms of age only gives you temporary listening rights, not decision-making power. The decision-making power always lies in the hands of Mr. Bruce Wayne!

No matter what decision he makes in the end, our Revenge Foundation will not have any objection.

But before that, the foundation has an obligation to inform Mr. Wayne of the truth of the entire incident. Only after mastering all the completely true information can Mr. Wayne make the right judgment!"

Alfred was about to speak, but Bruce Wayne saw the clues. He was too impatient, acting as if he didn't want himself to hear the information the other party was saying at all, which made Bruce Wayne suspicious.

"Enough, Alfred! Let this lady continue!"

"I'm sorry, Master, you are still underage and lack the ability to distinguish right from wrong. I have a duty to help you shield some exaggerated liars. They are just…"

"I said enough!" Bruce Wayne roared. Alfred's body stiffened, and after a long while, a wry smile appeared on his face. He stared at Alice and said slowly, "Miss Alice…"

There was even a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Alice remained unmoved, with a slightly fake apology on her face: "I'm sorry, this is my job. There are some things I have to say.

Although Mr. Bruce Wayne is still underage, he is already the master of the Wayne family. I believe he has his own judgment on all information."

"That's right, I will judge whether it's true or false. Alfred, thank you for your kindness, but now, at least this time, I don't need it!" Bruce Wayne said firmly.

Alfred shook his head slightly and slowly retreated to his previous position, whispering: "As you wish, Master!"

After such a farce, Bruce Wayne also realized that the information the other party was saying was likely not ordinary. His mental strength was greatly focused. He leaned forward slowly, crossed his hands on his legs, and said seriously: "Miss Alice, please continue!"