Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises

Chapter 17 I'm Not That Noble
"Mr. Tom, we have already deposited this month's bonus into your account. Look, what I said about the cooperation last time"

"The industrial area in the southern suburbs of Brooklyn? Haha, it's not a difficult task. As long as the funds are in place, the above certificates will come down soon. You know, the competition in Europe is very hot now. If you set up a factory, you will have it no matter what you sell. It’s your funds that are sold.”

Klaus still maintained a polite and elegant smile on his face, but in his heart he flashed a hint of disgust towards the greedy fat man in front of him, but he still said calmly: "Don't worry, our funds are guaranteed." Sufficient guarantee, of course, your share will not be less, we will enter your account soon."

Tom's small round eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit. He lay on the soft sofa, raised the goblet in his hand, and signaled to Klaus: "Happy cooperation."

Klaus smiled even more when he heard this, and at the same time, an imperceptible coldness flashed in his eyes: "It's a pleasant cooperation."

After Mr. Tom left the luxurious secret meeting room, Klaus let out a long breath and untied the tie that tightly bound his neck. At this time, he came in not long ago and stood in the corner Li Bing's subordinates who had been looking distressed said lightly: "What's the matter again? Didn't I tell you not to enter this conference room when I'm talking with others?"

The subordinate pursed his lips, straightened his body, first apologized, and then quickly said: "The three gangs in Brooklyn under our control were taken down by 'he' last night, our peripheral members Together with some punks who were knocked off their bones at the joints and thrown at the gate of the Brooklyn Police Station, and "

Klaus drank the red wine in his hand, turned around and stared at his subordinates expressionlessly, and said in a cold tone; "Go on, what else."

"The leaders of the three gangs under our firm control were all executed by 'he' with a gun, and a batch of money we laundered recently, about 700 million US dollars, was also taken away."

"Snapped!"

Klaus slammed the wine glass in his hand on the ground, and the calmness and confidence on his face gradually faded. He grabbed his subordinate's collar fiercely, and lifted his tall and strong subordinate with all his strength. !

"Last time I used 150 mercenaries! In the end, I didn't even catch 'him'! Now you idiots are slaughtered like this by 'him' again, do you know that I have been developing in New York for several years How did you develop the organization into what it is now?! You idiots, trash! By the way! How does he know that the three gangs are controlled by us? Could it be that someone inside us sent him information?"

The unlucky subordinate's face was flushed due to lack of oxygen, so he had to explain intermittently; "Ahem, it should be the problem of the armbands. When we adjusted the peripheral members last time, we, we issued some armbands."

A cold light flashed on Klaus's face, he threw the subordinate aside, straightened his collar, took a deep breath, seemed to calm down, and then said indifferently: "Order, let the subordinates, Especially those who are active in Brooklyn, be careful recently! Our industrial zone is about to start construction, whoever makes a mistake to me at this point, take back all the armbands sent out below! Let 'him' Let’s check it out slowly, as long as there is no internal problem with us, it’s fine for ‘him’ to toss and throw some miscellaneous fish for ‘him’, and wait until the councilors we train come to power, wait until the industrial zone is put into production, huh.”

"understand!"

The subordinate wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, saluted Klaus with a "German Salute", and then turned and walked out of the meeting room.

Standing in front of the sixteen-story French windows, Klaus seemed to be looking at the bustling streets of Queens, but his eyes actually extended to the sea, as if he had returned to his hometown on the other side of the ocean. .

"I will definitely, Hail Hydra, who will fulfill your orders!"

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There were not many people in the cemetery at this time.

In late autumn, at ten o'clock in the morning, in the rainy weather.

Two men in large windbreakers and hats with large brims stood silently in front of a tomb.

After a long time, one of the tall men slowly stepped forward and placed the white lily bouquet in his hand in front of the tomb.

Scenes of the past seemed to flash before my eyes again, the life in the orphanage, the gentle words of the old director, the laughter of the younger brothers and sisters
The dream was shattered, and the cruel reality continued before his eyes, but this time it did not happen to him, but happened before his eyes, what he saw, the huge poor people in this city.

"Alfred, do you think that what I have done these years makes sense?"

Bruce hid the faint reminiscence in his eyes, and suddenly turned to the old man standing beside him without thinking.

Alfred still looked at Bruce gently, he shook his head and opened the big black umbrella in his hand.

"I can't answer your question, sir, because the answer is always in your heart, and everything you do has always been seen by those who need your help."

Bruce heard this, smiled and turned his head to stare at Alfred: "Are you praising me?"

Alfred raised his head to look at the sky, and said calmly: "It's starting to rain, sir, we should go back."

Bruce just shrugged when he heard the words, but he followed Alfred slowly towards the outside of the cemetery.

"Is everything ready? How is the damage of the weapon?"

"You were wounded in last night's action, sir."

"I know, Ah Fu, but wounds will always heal."

"Yes, you always say that."

"Someone has to step up, Fu."

Alfred opened the door of the Ford car, waited until Bruce got into the car, then put away his umbrella and sat in the driver's seat.

"Just rest for one night, sir, you don't have to always put the security of this city on your shoulders."

Bruce looked at the rainy street scene outside the car window, and the newspaper sellers in single clothes passing through the street quickly, and shook his head wordlessly.

"I'm not all for the city, I'm not as noble as people think, Alfred, I'm also for myself, for what happened to me, less of what happened to these kids , and to those in need of just help."

Turning his head, Bruce said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "When they encounter less unfair treatment, and when the rule of law in this city is more just, I can rest, Ah Fu."

Alfred controlled the steering wheel and drove smoothly across another street. He looked at Bruce in the rearview mirror who closed his eyes and took the time to rest, and murmured: "You used to always say that, sir."

(End of this chapter)