Chapter 459: The Butler Is Always Right (Part 2)

On the corridor on the sixth floor, Benjamin limped back, cursing in a low voice. He held his pistol tightly in his hand, and some blue veins appeared on the back of his hand due to the force.

After becoming a senior agent, Benjamin has never suffered such a serious injury again. Penetration is definitely one of the most painful types of wounds. What makes him more worried is that he doesn't know whether there is rust on the iron nail, and whether it will cause tetanus.

Once infected with tetanus, the possibility of cure is basically 0, and the mortality rate is as high as 100%. The only way is to get a tetanus shot as soon as possible after the wound appears.

Now, Benjamin is trapped in his own cocoon. He cut off the communication, blew up the helicopter, and did not prepare any doctors, let alone tetanus vaccine. Even if he starts to prepare to restore communication and transportation now, he will definitely miss the best time for treatment.

The agents had prepared medical supplies, but they were placed in the warehouse downstairs. Benjamin hurried downstairs to find a bandage to stop the bleeding. Just as he walked to the dim stairwell, he suddenly saw a faint green light appear at the staircase.

Benjamin's heart tightened instantly.

Not to mention that foreigners are not superstitious, their rumors about ghosts in the old castle are also quite widespread, and ghosts come in all colors, and green is particularly terrifying.

Benjamin took a deep breath, held his gun, took a half step forward, and then saw a little boy with green light standing at the staircase, Benjamin's heart rate soared.

It must be said that different images with different light effects have completely different effects. If it was Hal standing here now, Benjamin might have associated it with some superpowers, but it was Dick standing here now.

The ancient manor, the whistling cold wind, the heavy snow, the little boy appearing in the faint green light...

Benjamin did not flee in panic, which was considered to be his good psychological quality.

But then, he heard a noise behind him. He didn't dare to look back because he couldn't be sure whether the little boy in front of him with green light had any malicious intentions. He took two steps back, slowly turned his head, and saw a little girl standing behind him.

The little girl was younger and was wearing a very beautiful thick dress. When Benjamin saw her face, he was stunned because she looked really like Bruce.

Bruce Wayne's handsome face impressed everyone who had seen him, and Benjamin was no exception. So at this moment, when he saw a little girl who looked at least 80% like Bruce, Benjamin's thinking stagnated.

Changing the worldview too many times in a short period of time will cause the mind to be stuck. At first, Benjamin was playing a spy war drama, then it became Home Alone, and then it became a castle ghost, and now it seems to have become a bloody ethics drama...

Just when Benjamin was stunned, the little girl rushed over at a speed that ordinary people could not see at all. Benjamin didn't have time to dodge and was knocked to the ground by her.

The boy with green light all over his body did not use any special abilities. He just ran up the stairs quickly and strangled Benjamin's neck.

Just as Benjamin was about to struggle, the little girl who knocked him down kicked the gun out of his hand, then "whoosh" rushed to the side of the gun, picked it up, and handed it to another little boy.

The boy took the gun and pointed it at Benjamin's head. His movements were skillful and did not look like a child of this age at all.

"Who are you? What is your relationship with Bruce Wayne? Why are you here?" Although Benjamin was pointed at by the gun, he still asked a series of questions.

Dick stepped aside and left room for Benjamin to get up. After Benjamin got up, he stretched out his hands to try to comfort Dick. He said, "Don't shoot, kid, that's not something you should play with. Put it down and give it to me..."

Dick said nothing, just pointed the gun at him. Just when Benjamin was about to take violent action to get the gun back, he suddenly felt an object against his lower back.

When Alfred emerged from the shadows, Benjamin slowly raised his hands, tilted his head, and the moment he saw Alfred's face, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Pennyworth?!"

"Do you want to see me surprised? Do you think I will ask you why you know my name?" Alfred's tone was very low. Dick and Elsa had never seen Alfred like this before.

Just then, a whistle came from the end of the corridor. Elsa and Dick turned around and saw Hal waving at them in the room. The two of them glanced at Alfred, but still went to find Hal obediently.

"You don't seem to be surprised by all this." Benjamin lowered his head and looked at Alfred from the reflection on the floor. Alfred's face was very old, but his body was not thin, and he didn't have the hunched posture of an ordinary old man. On the contrary, he looked very strong, even comparable to Benjamin in his prime.

"The invitation you sent to the manor was full of loopholes."

"Impossible, it was written by the mayor."

After saying this, Benjamin's face stiffened. Alfred pushed his shotgun forward and said, "This is indeed a trap of yours. What do you want to do?"

"Pennyworth, I'll be frank. No matter who you worked for, as long as you hand over the list, we can let bygones be bygones."

"Do you think I will believe it?"

"I have to emphasize to you that this matter is taken very seriously. You raised Bruce Wayne single-handedly. It is not worth it if he is implicated because of this."

"I don't know what you are looking for. I just want to tell you, don't bother me. I have said goodbye to the past."

"Alfred." Benjamin called him by his name. He said, "You and I both know that this business is not something you can say goodbye to just because you say goodbye."

Alfred's eyes became deep. Hearing that he was silent, Benjamin continued to persuade him, "You can indeed rely on the Wayne family. Little Wayne may protect you without any bottom line, but you'd better think about what price the Wayne Group will pay for this."

"Once Little Wayne has this kind of handle, Then no matter who it is, they can target him at any time. Even if decades have passed, this is an indelible stain. "

"On the contrary, you can get a guarantee from me. As long as you hand over the list, all this will be written off. You can follow Little Wayne back to Wayne Manor to live out your days, and no one will bother you anymore."

"Is this kind of rhetoric popular in your CIA? You don't want to pay anything, but just say "be merciful and let me go" and want me to believe you?"

"You have no other choice." Benjamin bared his teeth, moved his neck, turned his head back, looked at Alfred and said, "You are listed as a target, which means there will be no peace."

"Unless you and your employer never leave Gotham, you will always face the threat of being hunted down by the CIA. In addition, there are many ways to attack a group. Although the Wayne Group is important, it is not completely indispensable."

"Has anyone told you that?" Alfred's tone suddenly relaxed, but Benjamin suddenly had a bad premonition.

"You are not a good agent. You are immersed in your fantasy world of espionage. The way you complete your work as an agent is no different from the way those bosses develop their companies."

"Aren't you?" Benjamin asked back.

"No, I have an excellent child, or more than one."

Just as he finished speaking, Benjamin suddenly saw another shadow appear at the stairs. As the figure slowly walked up the stairs, a familiar face appeared in front of Benjamin-it was Kayla.

But the female agent now raised her pistol and pointed it at Benjamin's head.

"Kayla?! You..."

"Bang!"

The gun fired, and a flame came out from the front, like a bright light in the dim stairwell. After the gushing blood flowed down the stairs, the snow outside the window was stained with blood.

Benjamin's body fell in a pool of blood. Kayla put down the gun, stood there and took a deep breath, and turned her head. Looking at Alfred, both of them had a brighter light in their eyes than the muzzle.

The female agent put the pistol back on her waist, and Alfred's slightly old sigh echoed in the corridor.

"Long time no see, Valeria."

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