The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 967: The Housekeeper is on the move!

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

"At first, I thought it was a cover-up they put out. The situation was unknown, so I didn't act rashly. But then there was news that the escort agent disappeared with the target. Now the FBI suspects that it was the CIA."

Keira's helpless voice came from the other end of the phone: "Their suspicions are not unreasonable. The FBI feels that the KGB will not act so quickly. After all, the CIA has made similar traps to target them before. Even if they receive the news , must be observing the situation like me."

"And, the way the KGB is doing it, it's more likely that they'll be doing something in Washington, especially for interrogations, which can in turn set a trap for the CIA."

"The FBI feels that it must be the CIA who wants to rob people, so it dares to do so simply and neatly, because no matter whether it succeeds or fails, the CIA will not lose."

Alfred narrowed his eyes and said, "You control both the intelligence of the CIA and the KGB, and you will call me, which means that you have not found the mysterious organizer in the intelligence of the two parties." news, right?"

"That's right, that's exactly the problem. I'm responsible for the intelligence work of the CIA and the KGB metropolis radiating along the east coast. This time, it's not the CIA and the KGB's hands at all."

"So, Alfred, do you think this is going to be a trap? Will the FBI direct and act? Or..."

"I think, you should already have the answer." Alfred replied: "The FBI dare not make a fuss about this matter at this juncture, they know how taboo those old men are about this matter , if something goes wrong, everyone will be unlucky."

"In other words, they really took away..."

"Schiller." Alfred said: "Schiller Rodriguez, his butler told me that just now, FBI agents rushed into the Rodriguez manor, and Schiller faced the agent with his mouth. We recognize him as the organizer and leader of the Central American Revolution."

"What?!!!!" Keira exclaimed in disbelief.

"His steward came to me and hoped that I could rescue him, but now it seems that the situation is more complicated than we imagined. You mean, Schiller disappeared together with the agent who escorted him?"

Keira on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, but still said: "That's right, the FBI sent to respond, but no one was picked up, and all the escort agents have lost contact, and now the FBI is crazy. Looking for someone, but no progress at all."

"I heard that there seems to be some trouble in Gotham. 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 be safe……"

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

"Thank you, Alfred." Keira 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, Keira, he is also Bruce's university professor, a really good teacher, no matter where he is now, I will bring him back."

Hanging up the phone, Alfred looked at Merkel and said: "The good news is. Schiller has not been sent back to Washington for interrogation, and there is still a lot of room for redemption, but the bad news is that he, together with the escort agents Missing, now we can only confirm that he is still in Gotham, but where exactly. We have to find it ourselves."

"I'm going now." Merkel said immediately, but Alfred stopped him and said, "How are you going to find it? Are you wandering around in Gotham? You have to save your life first before you can find it." Find your employer."

After speaking, Alfred turned around, then turned his head and gave Merkel a wink. Merkel paused, 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 didn't go in. Instead, he 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 are Batman's laboratories for experiments, but 30% are warehouses used by Alfred to store various things.

These two parts do not communicate with each other and do not interfere with each other. Alfred almost never enters Batman's laboratory, and Batman never enters Alfred's warehouse, nor does he know that Alfred is stacking in the warehouse. What happened, he wasn't interested in it.

So, when Merkel saw the pile of heavy munitions whose origin was not easy to explain, she almost dropped her jaw in shock.

He stretched out his trembling fingers, pointed at the pile of things in the warehouse, and stammered: "What is this?... Could this be the legendary 'last resort'????"

"The last resort?" Alfred walked into the warehouse, shook his head and said, "No, it's not a last resort, it's just a means to ensure your own safety and the smooth execution of the task, come on, pick something What do you like, how about this gun?"

Merkel swallowed her saliva, and said: "When I was in the butler school, I heard people say that the confrontation of the previous generation was much more intense than it is now, and the people at that time were also 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 it is now, but this is not only reflected in the number of weapons, but also in the understanding of responsibilities."

"You regard yourself as an agent and spy first, and 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 bit puzzled. He said: "But I have to take these things into consideration. If I do things too sloppily and reveal my identity, my employer will also be implicated..."

Alfred stroked the barrel of the rifle with his hand, and said: "For so many years, it's not that no one from the FBI or CIA has touched this city, trying to break into the manor here and capture their target."

"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 froze for a moment, then showed a guilty expression, he said: "Because of my dereliction of duty..."

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

Alfred looked at the gun in his hand and said, "As a butler in Gotham, how can you not have your own arsenal? Even the butlers equipped in the cheap new estates on the outermost edge of the South District will have a dedicated A small warehouse for weapons."

Alfred sighed and said, "Think about it, if you were maintaining your weapon when the FBI agents broke into the manor, you accidentally went off because of excessive fright, and produced for the big garden of the manor. A little new fertilizer, so who can they blame? It can only be blamed, the city of Gotham really sucks."

"You act conscientiously and cautiously as a Gotham person, but in fact, there are no cautious Gotham people, let alone a Gotham butler who can reason."

"When the group of FBI agents kicked open the gate of the manor, showed their IDs to you, and revealed their identities, you should directly take out a gun from under the sofa, and put the person who kicked the door down first. "

"You should tell him that there must be rules in Gotham. No matter who wants to visit the manor, if he doesn't hand in the greeting card or bring a gift, what is waiting for him will never be a banquet and fine wine, but must be bullet."

Alfred turned his head to look at Merkel and said, "You should be thankful that you are not from the previous generation, otherwise, when you tried to reason with them, you would have been exposed. The group I used to deal with Guy, you're shooting while you're trying to argue."

With a "click", Alfred falsely squeezed the trigger, Merkel trembled instinctively, and Alfred said again:
"I think your employer shouldn't blame you. He is a very tolerant gentleman, but after all, you are the housekeeper I recommended in the past. If you can't do your job, I'm afraid it will make you Disgrace to the school and the Pennyworth family."

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

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

The two left from the basement, and when they were about to walk out of the hall of Wayne Manor, 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, adjusted his clothes, stepped forward, and opened the door.

Looking at Zatana's familiar face outside the door, Alfred froze for a moment, then tentatively said, "Zatana Zatara? Is it Miss Zatara?"

"It's me... Oh, Alfred!" Zatana called out the butler's name, seeing the old butler with gray temples, what she just wanted to say in a hurry was 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 I'm a little tired, come in and talk."

Alfred led Zatanna to the hall of Wayne Manor, but Zatanna didn't want to sit down at all. She kept thinking about how to explain Bruce's current state to the old housekeeper.

At the beginning, 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 the two of them were not father and son, but they were closer than father and son.

She really couldn't tell such a father what happened to his son. Zatanna took a deep breath and summoned up all her courage, but just before she was about to speak, Alfred looked at her and said : "You want to tell me bad news, don't you?"

Zatanna froze for a moment, but then blurted out: "Yes, Bruce...he is not in a good condition now, I am planning to save him, but I need some help..."

"Where is he now?" Alfred asked.

Zatana wrinkled her facial features in pain, she couldn't say the word "hell", because she felt that the old housekeeper couldn't understand mysticism at all.

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 later, it was even more nonsense.

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

"I'm not drunk or talking nonsense. These are all true. Although it may be difficult for you to accept, but... Well, Bruce's soul is now in hell, which is the hell that ordinary people know."

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

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

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

"Lim?" 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 hell? edge??!!"

(End of this chapter)