Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises

"When did it happen? Pinshu.com."

Bruce was fully dressed, sitting on the chair in the bedroom with his head lowered, asking questions with no emotion.

"I was writing a letter in my study at the time, and I received this telegram at about four o'clock in the morning."

It was already dawn, but it was still dark in the bedroom with the curtains drawn. Bruce stood up, and a calm voice suppressing some emotions sounded: "Prepare the Hydra underwater submarine we drove back this time, and prepare the other ones." For 200 million U.S. dollars, give me a copy of the company’s development documents.”

Alfred couldn't see Bruce's face clearly, but he could imagine how cold Bruce's face was now.

"Master, you..."

"I'm going to Europe. If everything goes well and I find Bucky, I will come back as soon as possible. If not...Afu, I'll leave it to you to deal with the group. I will write down all my thoughts and give them to you as soon as possible. Regarding 'Black Keeping an eye on the future development is the focus of the group’s work.”

"Okay...do you need some help?"

Bruce opened the door, turned back and said indifferently: "Help me arrange it."

Two days later.

A black ordinary car slowly stopped in front of the New York Port. Howard Stark got out of the car under the protection of a group of agents. There was still a trace of doubt on his face. He looked around and saw the New York Port in the night. The lights were bright, but he didn't see the figure that he had always been fine but had never seen before.

"Bring something?"

A low, emotionless voice sounded above everyone's heads. Before they could react, a black figure descended from the sky and landed firmly in front of the agents who surrounded Howard in a panic.

The pure black cloak fluttered behind him under the blowing of the night wind. Under the black battle suit was a strong, powerful body. The eyes under the bat helmet were silent and indifferent, staring straight at Howard behind the agent.

An instrument was thrown at the feet of everyone by Bruce.

"Intel, and cash."

Howard looked at Bruce's appearance carefully. His face was not panicked, but rather calm. He pushed aside the people surrounding him and calmly walked to stand in front of Bruce.

"So one day ago, you caught the agent of the intelligence agency and let him come back to send me a message, really just for a deal, to get this information from us? To be honest, even if you asked me directly, I would give it to you .”

Bruce took the folder handed over by Howard, and four agents also carried two large suitcases and placed them at Bruce's feet.

"I never like to owe others favors, and trading is the best choice."

Howard saw Bruce lifting the suitcase as if he was about to leave, and stopped him: "Hey, Batman...sir, I think we can have a talk. I am also a scientist myself, and I am very interested in your equipment." , um...very interested in research, if you don’t mind.”

"I mind."

Bruce flatly refused.

Howard frowned, and then said as if he didn't care: "Okay, okay... Actually, there are many people in the bureau who want to set a trap here and arrest you directly this time, but I did not agree to their proposal. , I personally think that we, with you, can become a cooperative relationship, you know..."

"Is it?"

Bruce stopped leaving, turned his head, and said lightly.

Another instrument was thrown out by him. This time, he no longer stopped. He carried two heavy suitcases and folders in one hand, took out his grapple gun, and quickly left the ground.

"Seeing as you didn't 'catch' me, I'll give you another gadget, but you have to be careful and don't 'study' it at will. Also ask your men to pay attention around the port to see if something explodes. But it’s not my responsibility.”

Howard listened to Bruce's last words and picked up the small instrument on the ground with some doubts. After seeing it clearly, his expression changed and he looked ugly in the direction Bruce left. A figure with spread wings appeared in the direction of Bruce. There is something faintly looming on the horizon. It controlled everything when it came, and it still controls everything when it leaves.

"As expected, you never put yourself in danger."

With a wry smile, Howard pinched the instrument carefully. He looked around at the agents who seemed to have not yet reacted, and said tiredly: "I checked again and again last night, and you all said there is nothing wrong here... Why don't you hurry up and go to the port?" Clean up the bombs! They gave me the detonators, you idiots!"

After all, he took the instrument that Bruce threw to him at the beginning and walked towards the pier.

Although some "agreement" was not reached with Bruce, it was a very good harvest to get a Hydra's latest submarine.

As for whether Bruce would lie to him and only take the information and cash he gave him, but not give him the information about this submarine, which is said to be the most advanced underwater submarine in the world, Howard didn't care at all. This little money was of no significance to him. What the hell, it’s just free money to buy Bruce a favor, why not do it?

For people like them who are super rich and have a close cooperative relationship with the military, talents, especially people with "special" abilities like Bruce, are what they like to associate with the most.

After pressing the button of the instrument and looking at the underwater submarine with a "special" shape slowly emerging from the sea not far from the port, Howard smiled softly.

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"Here is the latest information that Steve brought out from the Hydra base. Howard didn't fool me. Almost all of Hydra's main bases are in this information, but there is not much news about the Siberia base, no It is known that Hydra has not yet established a stronghold there, or that the US military's intelligence agency has not investigated this information."

The next morning, Bruce put his belongings into his bag and said to Alfred who was sorting out intelligence documents.

Ah Fu just nodded slightly and didn't say anything.

"Seven top mercenaries, are you in touch?"

Bruce finished packing, raised his head and asked Alfred.

"Two firemen, two good outpost scouts, two snipers, and an intelligence analysis mercenary have all been arranged. The 300 million dollars you brought back, sir, and the 200 million dollars drawn from the company are also It's all ready for you."

"Ah."

Bruce nodded, his face softened a little, he patted Alfred on the shoulder, "I will be back as soon as possible, Fu, don't worry, even if I get into trouble in the end, don't forget, I can still let' Zero' teleported me to some other offshoot world, and anyway, I'll come back safely."

Alfred looked at Bruce, but finally said softly: "Master, leave me 100 mission points."

"Ah."

Bruce didn't ask for a reason and asked "Zero" to transfer 100 mission points from his account to Alfred.

Alfred is an auxiliary system figure who was separated from the dream machine "Zero" and is only responsible for him. However, unlike cold artificial intelligent creatures, Alfred has the ability to cultivate various emotions. The bottom line is unconditional obedience and Serving Bruce, in principle, the two of them can share mission points, but they need Bruce's consent, which is why Alfred asked like this just now.

"Arrange for those mercenaries to meet with me. We will leave the United States tonight."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."

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