Chapter 965: The Butler Is Dispatched! (Part 2)

"Just about ten hours ago, my CIA agent sent back a message that the FBI arrested the organizer of the Central American revolution and was about to escort him back to Washington for interrogation."

"Originally, I thought it was a trick they put up. The situation was unclear, so I didn't act rashly. But later, news came that the escorted agent and the target disappeared together. Now the FBI suspects that it was the CIA who did it."

Kayla's helpless voice came from the other end of the phone: "Their suspicion is not unreasonable. The FBI thinks that the KGB will not act so quickly. After all, the CIA has set similar traps against them before. Even if they received the news, they must be observing the situation like me."

"Moreover, judging from the way the KGB acts, they are more likely to make moves in Washington, especially for interrogations, which can set traps for the CIA in turn."

"The FBI thinks that the CIA must want to snatch people, so they dare to act so cleanly, because whether it succeeds or fails, the CIA will not lose."

Alfred narrowed his eyes and said, "You control the intelligence of both the CIA and the KGB at the same time You will call me, which means that you have not found the news of the mysterious organizer in the intelligence of these two parties, right? "" Yes, this is exactly the problem. The information work of the Central Love Bureau and the KGB will radiate the intelligence work along the East Coast. Will a trap be the self -directed and self -directed and self -directed and self -directed bureau? "" I think, you should already have an answer. "Alfred replied:" The Federal Investigation Bureau dare not dare to make this article on this section. "Schiller." Alverd said: "Schiller Rodriguez, his housekeeper told me that just now, the agent of the Federal Investigation Agency rushed into the Rodriguez estate, and Sille admitted to the agent that he was the organizer and leader of the Central American revolution." "His housekeeper came to me, hoping that I could rescue him, but now it seems that the situation is more complicated than we thought. You mean, Schiller and the agents escorting him disappeared together?"

Kaira on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, but still said: "Yes, the personnel sent by the FBI to pick him up did not pick him up, and all the escorting agents have lost contact. Now the FBI is looking for him like crazy, but there is no progress at all."

"I heard that Gotham seems to have some trouble. The situation in the city is very complicated. The agents who went in to search have no news. Alfred, I called to confirm your situation. You must pay attention to safety..."

"Don't worry about me." Alfred said in a steady tone: I am used to all kinds of abnormalities here, and I will investigate Schiller's affairs. You just wait for my news. "

"Thank you, Alfred." Kayla breathed a sigh of relief, but then said in a serious tone: "If Schiller is really our comrade and has made such a great contribution to our cause, then we must protect his safety at all costs. ”

“Don’t worry, Kayla, he is also Bruce’s university professor, a really good teacher. No matter where he is now, I will bring him back.”

After hanging up the phone, Alfred looked at Merkel and said, “The good news is that Schiller was not sent back to Washington for interrogation, and there is still a lot of room for recovery, but the bad news is that he disappeared with the escorting agents. Now we can only be sure that he is still in Gotham, but where exactly he is. We have to find it ourselves.”

“I’ll go now.” Merkel said immediately, but Alfred stopped him and said, “How are you going to find him? Wandering around in Gotham? You have to save your life first before you can find your employer. "

After saying that, Alfred turned around and winked at Merkel. Merkel paused for a moment, but still followed him.

Alfred came to the entrance of the basement and walked all the way down. When he reached the door of the Bat Lab, he did not go in, but turned in another direction and walked into a room on the north side of the basement.

The entire Wayne Manor has a very large basement, 70% of which is a laboratory for Batman to do experiments, but 30% is a warehouse where Alfred stores various things.

The two parts are not connected and do not interfere with each other. Alfred almost never enters Batman's laboratory, and Batman will not enter Alfred's warehouse. He does not know what Alfred has piled in the warehouse, and he is not interested in it.

So, when Merkel saw the pile of heavy weapons whose origins were not easy to explain, he almost dropped his jaw.

He pointed at the pile of things in the warehouse with a shaking finger, and stammered: "What is this? ... Could this be the legendary 'last resort'???"

"Last resort?" Alfred walked into the warehouse, shook his head and said: "No, this is not a last resort. It is just a means to ensure self-safety and ensure the smooth execution of the mission. Come on, pick something you like. How about this gun?"

Merkel swallowed his saliva and said: "When I was in the housekeeper school, I heard people say that the confrontation of the previous generation was much more intense than now, and the people at that time were much more powerful than now, but I didn't expect it to have reached this point?"

"You are right, the confrontation of the previous generation was indeed much more intense than now, but this is not only reflected in the number of weapons, There is also the understanding of responsibilities. "

"If you first regard yourself as an agent and spy, you will never be able to use means beyond this identity, because you always have to consider whether you have exposed your identity or leaked information."

Merkel's expression was a little puzzled. He said: "But I always have to consider these. If I am too careless and expose my identity, my employer will also be implicated..."

Alfred stroked the barrel of the rifle with his hand and said: "For so many years, there have been people from the FBI or CIA who have come to this city and tried to break into the manor here to arrest their targets."

"But for so many years, only the group of agents who found Professor Schiller were lucky enough to succeed. Why do you think this is?"

Merkel was stunned for a moment, and then showed a guilty look With a guilty look on his face, he said, "Because of my negligence..."

"No, Merkel." Alfred said, "Because you still don't consider yourself a butler, especially not a Gotham butler."

Alfred looked at the gun in his hand and said, "How can a butler in Gotham not have his own arsenal? Even the butlers in those cheap new estates at the edge of the South District have a small warehouse dedicated to weapons."

Alfred sighed and said, "Think about it, if the FBI agents broke into the estate when you were maintaining your weapons, and you were too frightened and accidentally fired, producing some new fertilizer for the estate's large garden, who else could they blame? They can only blame the city of Gotham, which is really rotten."

"You are so cautious. He played the role of a Gothamite in a serious and cautious manner, but in fact, there are no cautious Gothamites, let alone reasonable Gotham housekeepers. "

"When the FBI agents kicked open the door of the manor, showed you their IDs, and told you their identities, you should have taken out a gun from under the sofa and knocked down the person who kicked the door first."

"You should tell him that rules must be followed in Gotham. No matter who wants to visit the manor, if he does not hand in a visiting card or bring a gift, what awaits him will not be a banquet and fine wine, but bullets."

Alfred turned to look at Merkel and said, "You should be glad that you are not from the previous generation, otherwise, when you try to reason with them, you will be exposed. The guys I used to deal with opened fire when you were still trying to argue. "

With a "click", Alfred pulled the trigger, and Merkel shook instinctively. Alfred spoke again:

"I think your employer will not blame you. He is a very tolerant gentleman, but after all, you are the butler I recommended. If you can't complete your job, it will probably bring shame to your school and the Pennyworth family."

Merkel lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Yes, Mr. Pennyworth, I know. Tomorrow I will go to clean up the underground warehouse of the manor and prepare some defensive measures that Gotham butlers should have."

Alfred nodded, threw a weapon to Merkel, picked up an old double-barreled shotgun, and said: "Let's go, find Schiller, and then tell him in person that you will be a good butler. "

When the two left the basement and were about to walk out of the Wayne Manor lobby, suddenly, a figure appeared outside the gate of the manor. She reached out and patted the railing of the gate, looking a little anxious.

Alfred handed the gun to Merkel, tidied his clothes, walked forward and opened the door.

Looking at Zatanna's familiar face outside the door, Alfred was stunned for a moment, and then tentatively said: "Zatanna Zatara? Is it Miss Zatara?"

"It's me... Oh, Alfred!" Zatanna called out the butler's name, and when she saw the old butler with gray hair on his temples, the words she wanted to shout out just now were held back in her stomach.

"...Alfred, are you okay?" Zatanna asked with concern, and Alfred looked at her tired face and said: "I'm fine, Miss, but you look a little tired, come in and talk. "

Alfred led Zatanna to the lobby of Wayne Manor, but Zatanna had no intention of sitting down. She was thinking about how to explain Bruce's current condition to the old butler.

When she followed her father to Wayne Manor, little Bruce had just lost his parents, and the old housekeeper had been taking care of him. Zatanna knew that they were not father and son, but they were closer than father and son.

She really couldn't tell such a father about his son's experience. Zatanna took a deep breath and mustered up all her courage, but before she spoke, Alfred looked at her and said, "You want to tell me a bad news, right?"

Zatanna was stunned for a moment, but then blurted out, "Yes, Bruce... He is not in a good condition now. I am going to save him, but I need some help..."

"Where is he now?" Alfred asked.

Zatanna frowned in pain. She couldn't say the word "hell" because she felt that the old housekeeper had no way of understanding the mystical aspect.

If she said that Bruce was in hell now, it would be like telling Alfred that Bruce was dead. As for going to hell to save his soul, it was nonsense.

"You mean, he's dead?" Alfred looked at Zatanna's face again and said, Zatanna was stunned again, then sighed and said, "Mr. Butler, please listen patiently to what I'm going to say next."

"I'm not drunk, nor am I talking nonsense. These are all true. Although it may be difficult for you to accept, but... well, Bruce's soul is now in hell, the hell that ordinary people know."

When saying this, Zatanna didn't dare to look at Alfred at all. When she slowly turned her head back, she didn't see any shock or contempt on Alfred's face.

"So, how did he get there?" Alfred asked.

"He... He went from the edge of the human world and hell, that is..."

"The edge of hell?" Alfred reminded.

"Ah, yes, it's the edge of hell. He jumped off the cliff there... Wait a minute!!!" Zatanna widened her eyes, looked at Alfred, and asked, "How do you know the edge of hell??!!"

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