Chapter 465: Those Who Were Once Great (Part 2)

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Just after Bruce, Lex and Clark left the empty space, Schiller scanned the underground hole, ignored the half-pound micro camera left by Bruce, and prepared to work.

Although it was an experiment, it was actually very simple. Schiller turned directly into gray mist and floated above the monster egg. When the gray mist touched the monster egg, the monster egg disappeared.

Then, Schiller focused his attention on the ring on his hand. In an instant, he appeared on the empty island in the familiar gray mist space. He turned his head and saw the huge monster egg next to him.

Schiller circled the monster egg and found that although the heartbeat inside the eggshell became faster, it was still very stable and there was no sign of breaking the shell.

In this case, Schiller decided to put it here first and deal with the things outside first.

After returning to the underground of the manor, the gray mist made a happy "Yeah!" and then began to eat.

Gray fog spread out, covering the entire empty space, and the sound of "crackling" was endless. After a few minutes, all the kryptonite on the device was eaten up.

"Burp... so full!"

The gray fog sighed with satisfaction, and then stopped making any sound, as if it was concentrating on digestion again.

Schiller looked at the empty underground cave. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and whispered to himself: "Oh, yes, did Lex say that the previous me left something here?"

"Okay, let me see where it should be hidden?"

He first looked at the cave, and then stepped out decisively.

The first reason was that there was really no place to hide things in this cave, and the second reason was that if Schiller was an ordinary person before, the radiation here would be enough to kill him, and he would not be likely to leave things in such a place.

Schiller walked out, looked around the hall and corridor, found nothing, and then returned to the cellar they had come down from before.

Schiller carefully checked the cellar and the corridor leading to the hall several times. Finally, he unscrewed a lamp on the top and found that there seemed to be a secret compartment on it. He reached up and touched a metal product.

After taking the thing down, Schiller found that it was a very small safe, so small that it could even be held in his arms. Thinking of Lex's previous description, Schiller guessed that it might contain something related to the Dionysus factor.

So he separated a wisp of gray mist and prepared to unlock the door of the safe.

On the ground of the courtyard covered with silver, with a "click", the cellar door opened. The door was open for a long time, but no one came out.

After a few minutes, Bruce and Lex climbed out of the cellar door one after another. Both of them looked around in confusion, as if they were deeply puzzled by the fact that there were no enemies.

"It seems that Clark has solved them all." Lex said, looking at the traces on the snow around.

"Impossible, Clark doesn't kill people."

Lex snorted disdainfully, and said: "How long have you known him? From your tone, it seems like ten years, but in fact it's not more than a day. How do you know him..."

"Hey, guys, I'm back!"

At this time, Clark just fell from the sky, with his hands on his waist, slowly landing on the ground. Bruce frowned and asked: "Where have you been?"

Lex saw that Clark was cold all over, with snowflakes all over his hair and eyebrows. It looked like he had been standing in the snow for a long time.

"I got rid of those annoying agents."

"Gone, where did you go?" Lex asked in confusion, "You didn't really kill them, did you?"

"Of course not, I wouldn't do such a cruel thing, I just let them go back home."

"Doesn't that mean you killed them?"

Clark waved his hands helplessly and said:

"No, didn't they say they were from the FBI? I tied them together, then carried them to the FBI base and put them down."

"I moved quickly, and no agent saw me. They even had to thank me. Otherwise, how could they have gotten rid of the FBI in such a heavy snow? Why should we hurry back?"

Bruce and Lex opened their mouths at the same time, and they looked at each other. Bruce said hesitantly: "Have you ever considered that they may not be from the FBI?"

"But they said they were from the FBI, and even if they were not, the FBI would send them home."

"The FBI might send them 'back home'."

Bruce looked at Lex, who was shivering in the snow, and Clark, who was panting after exercise, and said: "You two should go back to the room."

After that, he turned and walked forward, stepping on the thick snow, through the courtyard, and returned to the banquet hall.

The banquet hall was still in a mess, with tablecloths falling to the ground, candlesticks and tableware scattered everywhere. Bruce stepped over these obstacles and walked straight in. He and Benjamin still had a score to settle.

According to his speculation, Benjamin should be quietly observing the situation in the courtyard from a higher floor, possibly the upper floors of the main building of the manor, or the upper floors of the tower next to it. Bruce decided to go to the upper floors of the nearest main building to investigate first.

As soon as he reached the fourth floor, Bruce found some clues. There were almost no ordinary residents here, but there were a lot of traces of human activities.

Going up one more floor, to the fifth floor, Bruce was even more confused. There were a lot of messy things here, and he couldn't understand what they were used for.

It looked like someone was deliberately guiding someone to go up, Bruce speculated, but he was sure that the target was not himself, because those traces had been checked by others, and Bruce felt that this was not a clever trap, at least he would definitely not be fooled.

Just as he crossed the corridor, turned a corner, and was about to walk into the stairwell, he saw a body lying on the floor of the middle platform of the stairs - that was Benjamin.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. After he walked up the stairs, he began to check Benjamin's body. From the state of the wound and blood, it seemed that Benjamin had just died. The person who did it was very experienced and shot him to death.

Judging from the surrounding situation, Benjamin might have been besieged. Bruce was a little unable to lock the target, because those banquet guests certainly did not have the ability to kill Benjamin.

But apart from those guests, the only ones who had this ability were Bruce and his group, or other agents.

Thinking of this, Bruce speculated that perhaps the contradictions within the agents led to Benjamin's death, and the most likely person to do it was Benjamin's deputy Kayla.

Thinking of this, Bruce continued to walk up, holding a bat dart in his hand, and when he came to the sixth floor, he found that only one room had its door open, and the light shining on the floor and wall, just like cutting off the corridor.

Bruce walked along the wall, but when he looked into the room, Kayla, who was standing in the middle of the room, also saw him. Kayla said, "Come in, Mr. Wayne."

Realizing that he had been discovered, Bruce did not intend to sneak in anymore. He walked in, but he still did not relax his vigilance. Kayla stood opposite him and said to him:

"Mr. Wayne, I have some bad news to tell you."

Bruce was silent, but Kayla did not care about his attitude, but said to herself: "Just now, for some reasons, I killed that idiot named Benjamin."

"Motives and methods are not important..." Kayla said as she walked behind the table, took out a document from the drawer, and threw it on the table.

A "pop" sounded, and Kayla continued, "I found this in Benjamin's briefcase, personal information about your butler, do you want to see it?"

Bruce's eyes fell on the thick pile of documents on the table. He estimated the content of the information based on the thickness of the paper, and then stood there silently without moving.

Kayla waved the pistol in her hand and said:

"I am different from that idiot Benjamin. I have no intention of being an enemy of the Wayne Group. I am waiting for you here just to give you this information as a favor. I hope you don't mind what the agents did before."

"That's it. You can take your time to look at it. I'm leaving first."

"By the way, it's best not to try to stop me with the dart in your hand. Just now, the communication has been restored. The satellite phone in my hand has been restored. If you take action, the headquarters will know immediately."

As she said, Kayla strode past Bruce and left the room. After she went down one floor, she came to a room on the fifth floor. Alfred looked at her helplessly in the room.

About ten minutes ago, Kayla led Alfred to the room where Benjamin put the information. Kayla walked behind the table, took the information out of the folder, and then carefully looked at the contents on it.

"Oh, sorry, I was a little curious before, but Benjamin was very vigilant, so I didn't have a chance to look at it. Do you want to take a look?"

Alfred shook his head and said, "When you reach my age, you won't want to look back at your resume. It's full of black history."

Hearing this, Kayla instinctively glanced at the "emotion" column in Alfred's personal information, the long list of names.

"Well, no matter what, let's get rid of it as soon as possible, just as if nothing happened."

Alfred shook his head and said, "Don't bother so much. With Bruce's wisdom, if he really suspected me, he would have investigated this information clearly long ago. In this case, it doesn't matter whether to destroy it or not."

Kayla put the information back on the table with some helplessness, and then said:

"Even if you and Bruce have a good relationship, from my observation, he is a very typical American, and the kind of person who instinctively doubts everything."

Seeing Alfred's indifferent expression, Kayla sighed, and she came to Alfred and said to him:

"Before, you taught me a lot of things, you are really a good teacher, whether in public or in private, I hope you can continue to live a peaceful life."

Seeing that Alfred didn't want to discuss this topic, Kayla insisted:

"I must make sure that Little Wayne doesn't doubt you, or that he also has feelings for you, and it's not just you who is paying unilaterally, otherwise sooner or later, he will hurt you."

Kayla reached out and pushed Alfred, saying: "You go downstairs and wait, I want to see what Little Wayne will do when this information is in front of him. If he really dares to betray you, I will shoot him."

Kayla has feelings for Alfred, and Alfred does the same to her. He teaches Kayla so carefully, and in fact, he also pours part of his affection on her. Facing Kayla's kindness, Alfred can't refuse it forcefully.

So, after Kayla handed the information to Bruce, Bruce stood behind the table, looking at the pile of information on the table. From his current angle, he could only see the first page of the information, which contained Alfred's basic information.

Bruce walked forward and picked up the information. He aligned the information on the table, but did not open it. Instead, he took out a lighter.

Watching the paper slowly turn into black ash in the burning flames, Bruce turned and looked outside the French window.

Behind him, the first page of information was quickly burned out, and the top line of "KGB-MI6 Agent: Alfred Pennyworth" completely disappeared in the flames.

Bruce stood by the window, looking at the heavy snow outside the window, but he thought about whether his butler had seen bigger and more beautiful snow than here in the vast snowfields of the northern country.

"But there is one more thing I want to confirm." In the room on the fifth floor, Kayla touched her chin and asked hesitantly. She said, "Of course, if you can't tell me, just pretend I didn't ask."

"There's nothing you can't tell me. Now your rank is higher than mine."

"It's actually nothing important. It's just the 'Philby List'. You know, it's hard for me to persuade those idiots to change their minds. I have to make sure you hide it very well, otherwise it will be troublesome if you lose it."

"I did hide it before, but later, I wanted to say goodbye to my past identity completely and return everything to its original owner, so I contacted Moscow and asked them to go to a contact point I designated to retrieve the list."

"After I sent the list, they sent agents to take it away. The list should have returned to Moscow now."

"Returned to Moscow?" Keira frowned and said very seriously: "Impossible, I have been in contact with Moscow. If the list had been returned to Moscow long ago, how could the Philby corpse case have caused such a sensation?"

Alfred also frowned and said: "I am very sure that the communication between me and Moscow is trustworthy. There is absolutely no one else involved. As for the whereabouts of the list..."

He shook his head and said: "...I don't know either."

At this time, Schiller successfully used the gray fog to cheat and pry open the safe in the basement of the manor.

After opening the door of the safe, what came into his eyes was not the Dionysus factor reagent as expected, but a folder that looked ordinary.

On the folder, a badge with a sickle, hammer and red flag was shining.