Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises

"If you were to deal with a turtle with all its limbs huddled in its shell, what would you do?"

"I'll break it with a hammer, sir."

"The point is, now I don't have the 'hammer', I can only rely on manpower, Ah Fu, and this 'turtle' will stick out its head from time to time to bite my hand."

Alfred just raised his head and glanced at Bruce after hearing this, smiled and said nothing, and then said calmly, holding the book: "Then sit here with me in peace, sir. The weather has finally cleared up today. I hope we will see you again in the afternoon." A little sunshine.

Bruce scratched his long, fluffy hair that hadn't had time to tidy up today, picked up the coffee cup, but frowned and said, "I thought they would lose their composure first, but I didn't expect them to be underestimated." Killing them, this destroyed the seventh underground force related to them, but I still don't see any action from them."

"How many forces are there on Master's list to deal with?"

"Probably, there are only two."

Lying on the wicker chair with his eyes narrowed, the cool breeze blew across his cheeks on a clear morning after the rain. Even though Bruce's physique was three times stronger than that of an ordinary person, he only felt refreshed and awake on his face.

"They moved too fast. I asked Colin to help me investigate, and I was able to record only a few suspected gangs. Unexpectedly, those armbands disappeared not long after."

"Oh..."

Bruce turned his head suspiciously, "Do you have any good ideas?"

Alfred put down the "Principles of Scientific Management" and adjusted his glasses, "We have too few resources at our disposal, the system tracking scope is limited, and the goals are unclear. We cannot determine the location of the Hydra organization in the New York headquarters. The location, the enemy's purpose, and the next plan are not within our control, so, sir, I have no way to break the situation."

Bruce pursed his lips and nodded. Alfred has a strong learning ability and has been perfecting everything he has learned in this world for more than ten years. But after all, he is just an "auxiliary system" that looks very "human". "If he had huge financial and social resources in his hands, Ah Fu might be able to force the enemy out of the darkness through a rigorous plan, but the key is that without these resources, Ah Fu would be helpless.

After pondering for a moment, Bruce seemed to remember something, and asked Alfred, "By the way! Alfred, how long has it been since Steve left? What day is today?"

"Probably, it's been a week. Today is Sunday, why?"

Bruce calculated the time secretly in his mind, a week?It seems that Steve is coming back soon...

"Didn't he call me?"

"Temporarily, there should be none."

Bruce nodded thoughtfully, his face gradually showing a trace of hesitation, but in the end he stood up, buckled his big-brimmed hat on the table, and walked out of the yard.

"master?"

"I have some things to deal with, Ah Fu. If everything goes well, I can come back to bask in the sun with you in the afternoon."

After finishing speaking, Bruce waved his hand, then stepped out of the small courtyard and walked towards the route he had already figured out.

"If my memory is correct..."

Half an hour later, Bruce was standing on a street corner in Brooklyn with a newspaper in his hand, but his eyes skipped the newspaper, carefully looking at the ordinary-looking antique shop across the street, and the parked car in front of the antique shop. Several vehicles on the road.

"Two plainclothes agents and a suspicious passer-by should both have guns. There are also problems with those cars, and the defense should not be bad."

After just a few minutes of observation, Bruce figured out the situation in front of the store called "Brooklyn Antique Shop". This was also due to the U.S. government. After all, in the past five years, there have been many batches of items from the military or the government. Agents searched for him and even tried to arrest him. Although he deliberately avoided it in the end, after dealing with him, he naturally became more sensitive to this type of people.

"It seems that Steve is indeed back."

Leaning sideways against the wall at the corner of the street, Bruce adjusted his body while making plans in his mind.

"If nothing else happens, Hydra agents will get the last perfect super soldier serum, and Dr. Erkins' perfect serum formula will disappear with his death, and Steve will be the first One and the last perfect 'super soldier'."

As he thought about it, Bruce's eyes slowly became complicated. He had no ill intentions toward Dr. Erkins. On the contrary, because Dr. Erkins made Steve a warrior who knew how to cherish power and make good use of it, he I still prefer Erkins emotionally.

But he couldn't make the decision to save Dr. Erkins. First, he couldn't and was completely unsure that he could escape safely after rushing into the secret military base in front of him. Second, it was due to his own selfish motives. .

Steve's transformation with the serum this time was originally an "experiment" sponsored by the military. If Dr. Erkins is okay, then it is obvious that regardless of whether Dr. Erkins agrees or not, the reproduction of the perfect serum after Steve's success , and mass production is what the military must do. Let’s not talk about the impact all this will have on the world now and in the future. For Steve alone, this is not a good thing.

Bruce couldn't imagine how Steve would be treated by the military when he was no longer the only "perfect super soldier" in the U.S. military, or how he would form a team with other soldiers who had undergone transformation to complete various tasks for the U.S. military. The task of narrowly dying, losing personal freedom, being brainwashed and trained to become a machine that only knows tasks and killing?

This is not alarmist!No matter which country in the world the government is, if it has such a group of troops in its hands, then it is inevitable to strengthen control and brainwashing!

When there is only one Steve Rogers in the United States, he can become the spirit and national symbol of the United States, just because the United States now needs such a hero to inspire the people, but when the United States has more than one super soldier, and can "produce" it at any time After more super soldiers came out, Steve became a dispensable option.

"Only the only one is the best..."

Bruce shook his head and calmed down. Now that he had made a decision, he would not change it easily. As for Dr. Erkins, he could only say sorry in his heart.

"Reminder! The task of 'Don't Give Up': Ensure that Steve Rogers can successfully become 'Captain America'. It has been completed, and 100 mission points have been issued. Please check with the host."

Zero's reminder sounded suddenly in his head. Bruce's pupils shrank, but he put away the newspaper slowly, took out a pure black mask from his coat pocket and put it on his face. He lowered his head and stared closely with his peripheral vision. The situation across the street.

Two or three minutes later.

"Da da da da da da..."

Gunshots rang out in the antique shop. Some pedestrians quickly hid in the shops on both sides of the street, while others were still standing on the street, looking at the antique shop in surprise, not knowing what was going on inside.

Not long after, a tall man in an off-white suit ran out of the antique shop, clutching his arms.

There was another chaos in the street, but Bruce showed a strange smile and walked towards a motorcycle parked on the roadside.

"It looks like I'm going to break the traffic rules later."

The two plainclothes agents finally fell under the fire of submachine guns. The vehicle in which the man in the gray and white suit was riding sped forward, but the woman in military uniform who rushed out of the antique store next made their escape plan fail. null.

Seeing Carter's beautiful marksmanship again, Bruce was amazed but a little envious.

"This is probably at the level of a second-level firearms technique."

With admiration in his heart, Bruce rode his motorcycle to the front of the car that hit the side of the road and started to smoke from the hood without slowing down.

"Idiot who can't handle things well! Che!"

The man in a gray and white suit was running out of the car. When he saw the strangely dressed man riding a motorcycle in front of him, he was stunned because of the familiar Hydra badge he wore on his chest and the skillful way he blurted out. German.

"For the sake of safety, the organization arranged for me to respond here. I didn't expect that you guys really almost messed up the mission! If it weren't for the serum, you would have been killed by me."

Bruce spoke coldly again and reminded the man in the suit in German. The man in the suit felt relieved this time and got on the motorcycle without thinking.

This mission was top-secret. In order to avoid leaks, the organization only assigned three people with him to come to the United States. It did not even notify the branches that had already begun to take shape in the United States. However, the person in front of him actually knew. Regarding the serum and the plan, this cold attitude is in line with the character of "those people" in the organization. They must be the commissioners sent by the organization.

"You show the way, I will drive."

"it is good."

There was no nonsense between the two of them. Almost as soon as the man in the suit got into the car, Bruce started the motorcycle. The two of them disappeared in this neighborhood after a while, and by the time Steve, who had changed greatly, rushed out of the antique shop, but only saw Carter standing in the middle of the street with a frown, wondering what he was thinking.

"Where are they!"

Carter looked at Steve, who had an angry expression mixed with a hint of excitement, and shook his head, "They were contacted and they escaped, but if they wanted to escape New York on a motorcycle, it would be impossible. , the military has begun to blockade the city."

"Damn..."

At the same time, after driving quickly for seven or eight minutes, and after going around several blocks, the man in the suit finally brought Bruce to a remote river port.

"Is it here?"

The man in the suit covered the gunshot wound on his arm, gritted his teeth and nodded, and then he took Bruce to the river.

A sudden sharp pain came from his wrist. Although the man in the suit's fighting instinct made him want to resist immediately, he still had the body of a normal person after all, and a normal person would not be able to hold his hand after it was broken. of something.

Looking at the clear blue liquid in the test tube, Bruce nodded indistinctly.

"You, you are not part of the organization..."

"Crack!"

The man in the suit's eyes widened, and the indignation and surprise in his eyes were clearly visible, but in the next second, he seemed to have lost all the bones in his body. His body collapsed limply, and his head, which was no longer connected to the spine, drooped to the side. The deathly black-gray eyes seemed to express his inner unwillingness.

But because Bruce quickly took him into his arms and kept patting him on the shoulder gently, it looked like two friends were saying goodbye to each other, so it didn't attract the attention of the few people around.

After groping for a while, he took out an instrument from his suit. Bruce looked at the river in front of him that connected to the sea off New York, and finally put the instrument away.

Gently laying the body of the man in the suit flat on the river bank, before people noticed it, Bruce put away the super soldier serum and instruments, threw away his coat, revealing the pure black suit underneath, and took off his mask , lowered the brim of his hat, and left calmly.

In the river port after the rain, the ground looked a little muddy. Bruce walked to the exit on the other side and seemed to sense something. He tilted his head slightly and saw that the once familiar but now somewhat unfamiliar figure was still chasing the man in the suit. Where he fell, he turned around and quickened his pace.

"I don't want to meet you again here, Steve..."

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