Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises

In New York, USA, located at the southern end of Brooklyn, near the coastline, there are more than 100 teenagers ranging in age from twelve to sixteen in a renovated "private estate" surrounded by five-meter-high cement walls. , were undergoing morning exercises under the leadership of the instructor. The whole team seemed quiet and orderly. Even in the cold winter morning, these children were very well-behaved. No one shouted coldly or tired, at least they all knew the strictness and importance of discipline.Mobile terminal m..

"In a while, the second batch of children 'adopted' from orphanages and brought back from the streets will enter our 'school'. Are the number of dormitories and instructors guaranteed?"

On the third floor of the only three-story villa in the manor, Alfred, wearing a black windbreaker, looked at the neatly arranged and spacious playground. The children, who had a completely new spirit compared to when they came here, suddenly spoke. road.

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 developments of the school and the work reports submitted by Joshua and Mike. When he heard Alfred's question, he said without raising his head. : "Call some more academic teachers, and be careful to keep it confidential. Most of these children have not received much academic education. Before they reach the age of 16 and receive 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 his things, raised his head and said with a frown: "Originally, these should be done by the children's 'principal', but now I, an old man, have to take care of the development of 'Black Eyes' while also Are you worried about the future talent education of our organization? When will he, the principal, come back?"

Several months have passed 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" are also on the right track. , but Gibson has always been a little uneasy.

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 believed in Bruce's personal strength and believed that he would not do anything rash. Although they didn't spend much time together, he knew very well that Bruce would have detailed plans for everything he did and would also have backup options for himself. , but what if?

You know, except for a few countries, every region of the world is now shrouded in flames of war!Gibson, who had been on the battlefield of World War I, knew very well what the situation outside was like now. What if Bruce went abroad?If something goes wrong with him, the Black Eye Intelligence Bureau and this "school" will probably have no meaning in existence. Disbandment will be the only outcome for this organization.

Alfred seemed to know what he was thinking, and smiled without saying a word. He just took out a piece of paper from his arms and placed it on his desk, "This is the telegram he sent me yesterday. Gibson, prepare it." Well, after you have finished handling the matters at hand, go to his side. There is an entire base there for you to take over. The work here will be left to Mike and Joshua for the time being."

Gibson picked up the piece in confusion and read it for less than half a minute. Gibson stood up and said to Alfred in disbelief: "'He' has occupied Hydra's largest sub-base? Or is it? In Siberia?”

After saying that, Gibson's expression changed. He walked to the door of the office, opened the door, and saw that there were no staff coming and going around. Then his expression softened slightly, and he returned to the room, holding the document to confirm with Alfred again.

After receiving Alfred's affirmative reply, Gibson covered his forehead with a complicated expression on his face. He never expected that Bruce would actually go to the Eurasian continent and take away the Hydra. Siberian base! ?Is this something that can be accomplished by one 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 students" he refers to are more than 20 alert teenagers aged 16 to 19 years old who were personally selected by Gibson from Joshua's "intelligence gathering team". His education level is not high, but because he has been living on the streets all year round, he has a very strong ability to communicate with different people and find out information, and his plasticity is also very good.

Gibson calmed down, and frowned again when he heard this, "They have only gone through the most basic training, coded electricity, disguise and sneaking in, but they haven't learned it yet. Isn't it inappropriate to use them now?"

Alfred shook his head and explained: "You misunderstood, we are not asking them to complete any tasks now. Gibson, as the first batch of intelligence officers we trained, cannot stay in school to receive education... The ice and snow of Siberia and the experience of the Soviet-German battlefield can help them grow up as quickly as possible, and they can also learn more there, 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 nodded in agreement. In fact, he also agreed with Alfred's thoughts in his heart. As the current person in charge of Black Eyes, 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 agents in the future, and being able to grow up 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, adjusted his windbreaker, and walked out of the office and said: "It is best within three days. We have got through the relationship. By then You will cross the Pacific and ride the Trans-Siberian Railway with American aid supplies to the Soviet Union to reach Siberia, and 'his' people will wait for you at the agreed upon location."

......

"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 expanded the search scope, but the soldiers who stayed in Poland all died on the night Dr. Zola disappeared, and a lot of evidence was destroyed by the explosion..."

"Then keep looking! Go to France, England, and Soviet Russia! Mobilize our personnel hidden within the enemy to find Zola and bring him back! If you can't bring him back, kill him!"

Schmidt turned around and yelled with an ugly face, "We still need some time to prepare! Zola can be captured by any country or organization, even if he reveals all our plans and weapons deployment, I will not I don’t care! But that time must not be now! If anyone disrupts the plan before I can produce enough weapons, then prepare to be sunk into the Atlantic Ocean with your men!"

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! After the base in western France was destroyed, the first-level weapons reserve guard team in northern France just lost contact with the headquarters! Judging from the last news sent back, they were suspected of being... wiped out by the Howling Commandos. .....”

"Snapped!"

The sound of the broken goblet resounded in the silent room. Schmidt's hand that had just been holding the wine glass clenched into a fist, and the precious wine slowly dripped from his fingers, bright red like blood.

The words seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, and Schmidt laughed angrily, his scarlet face looking a little ferocious: "Captain America!"

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