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

"Originally, I thought that this was a trick they had released, and the situation was unknown, so I didn't act rashly, but then news came that the escort agent disappeared with the target, and now the FBI suspects that it was the CIA."

Kayla's helpless voice came from the other end of the phone: "Their suspicions are not unreasonable, the FBI thinks that the KGB will not act so quickly, after all, the CIA has done similar traps against them before, and even if they receive the news, they must be observing the situation like me."

"And, judging by the way the KGB behaves, it's more likely that they're doing something in Washington, especially for interrogations, which in turn can set traps for the CIA."

"The FBI thinks that it must be the CIA who wants to rob people that it dares to attack so neatly, because whether it succeeds or fails, the CIA does not lose."

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

"That's right, that's exactly the problem, I'm in charge of the intelligence work along the East Coast of the CIA and the KGB, and this time it's not the CIA and the KGB."

"So, Alfred, do you think this is going to be a trap? Will it be the FBI's self-directed and self-acting? Or ......?"

"I think you already have the answer." Alfred replied, "The FBI don't dare to make a fuss about this at this juncture, they know how taboo those old men are about it, and if something goes wrong, everyone will have to be unlucky."

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

"Schiller." Alfred spoke, "Schiller Rodriguez, his butler told me that just now, FBI agents stormed the Rodriguez estate, and Schiller himself admitted to the agents that he was the organizer and leader of the Central American Revolution."

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

"His butler approached me in the hope that I could get him out, but now it seems that the situation is more complicated than we thought, and you mean, Schiller has disappeared with the agent who escorted him?"

Kayla on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, but still spoke: "That's right, the personnel sent by the FBI to pick up no one received anyone, all the escort agents have lost contact, and now the FBI is looking for someone like crazy, but there is no progress at all."

"I heard that there seems to be something wrong with Gotham, the situation in the city is very complicated, and the agents who went in to search for it have no news, Alfred, I also called to confirm your situation, you must pay attention to safety......

"Don't worry about me." Alfred said in a calm tone, "I'm used to all kinds of anomalies here, and I'll investigate Schiller's affairs, just wait for my news." ….

"Thank you, Alfred." Kayla breathed a sigh of relief, but then, in a serious tone, said, "If Schiller is really our comrade and has made such a great contribution to our cause, then he must be kept safe at all costs."

"Don't worry, Kayla, he's also Bruce's college professor, a really good teacher, and I'll bring him back wherever he is."

Hanging up, Alfred looked at Merkel and said, "The good news is. Schiller was not sent back to Washington for interrogation, and there is still a lot of room for redemption, but the bad news is that he, along with the escort agents, has disappeared, and it can only be determined that he is still in Gotham, but where. We'll have to find it ourselves."

"I'll go now." Merkel immediately spoke, but Alfred stopped him and said, "What are you going to find?" Wandering around Gotham? You have to save your life before you can find your employer."

With that, Alfred turned

He walked over and then turned back to look at Merkel, who paused, but kept up with him.

Alfred came to the entrance to the basement and walked all the way down, and when he reached the door of the Bat Lab, he didn't go in, but turned in the other direction, and came to a room on the north side of the basement.

The entire Wayne Manor has a very large basement, 70% of which is used by Batman for experiments, but also 30% is a warehouse used by Alfred to store various things.

The two parts don't communicate with each other, Alfred almost never enters Batman's lab, and Batman doesn't enter Alfred's warehouse, and he doesn't know what Alfred has piled up in the warehouse, which he is not interested in.

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

He stretched out his trembling fingers and pointed to the pile of things in the warehouse, stammering, "What is this? …… Isn't this the legendary 'last resort, right?'????

"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 keep yourself safe and ensure that the mission can be carried out smoothly, come on, pick something you like, how about this gun?"

Merkel swallowed a little and said, "When I was in the housekeeper school, I heard people say that the confrontation in the previous generation was much more fierce than now, and the people at that time were much more powerful than now, but I didn't expect that it had reached this point?"

"You're right, the confrontation in the previous generation was indeed much more intense than now, but this is not only in the number of weapons, but also in the understanding of duty."

"If you think of yourself as an agent and a spy first, you'll never be able to use anything beyond that identity, because you'll always have to worry about whether you've exposed your identity or leaked information."

Merkel's expression was a little puzzled, and he said: "But I have to take care of these things, if I do things too sloppily and expose my identity, my employer will also be implicated......"...

Alfred stroked the chamber of his rifle with his hand and said, "For so many years, it is not like no FBI or CIA person has touched the city and wanted 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 to succeed, why do you think that?"

Merkel was stunned for a moment, then showed a guilty expression, and said, "Because of my dereliction of duty......

"No, Merkel." Alfred spoke, "Because you still don't think of yourself as a butler, especially not as a Gotham butler."

Alfred looked at the gun in his hand and said, "How can you be a butler in Gotham without your own arsenal? Even the housekeepers in the cheap new manors at the far edge of the South End have a small warehouse dedicated to storing weapons."

Alfred sighed and said, "If you were to blame if the FBI agents were taking care of your weapons when they broke into the manor, and you accidentally went off the fire because of the excessive fright, and produced a little new fertilizer for the manor's large garden? It's only to blame, Gotham is a terrible city."

"You play a Gotham person with diligence and caution, but in reality, there is no cautious Gotham person, let alone a reasonable Gotham butler."

"When those FBI agents kick open the door of the manor, show your ID, and tell you who they are, you should pull a gun out from under the couch and put the person who kicked the door down first."

"You should tell him that there must be rules in Gotham, and that whoever wants to visit the manor, if he doesn't hand over a sticker or bring a gift, then what awaits him will not be a banquet and a drink, but a bullet."

Alfred turned to Merkel and said, "You should be glad that you are not from the older generation, otherwise, you would have been exposed by the time you tried to reason with them, and the group of guys I used to deal with, before you were still trying to argue, you would have already shot them."

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

"I don't think your employer will blame you, you're a very forgiving gentleman, but after all, you're the housekeeper I recommended in the past, and if you can't do your job, I'm afraid you'll be a disgrace to your school and the Pennyworths."

Merkel lowered her head and said in a deep voice, "Yes, Mr. Pennyworth, I know, tomorrow I will go and pack up the underground warehouse of the manor, and prepare some defenses that a Gotham butler should have."

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

The two of them left from the basement and were about to walk out of the hall of Wayne Manor, when suddenly, a figure appeared outside the gate of the manor, and she reached out and patted the railing of the gate, looking a little anxious.

Alfred handed the gun to Merkel, straightened his clothes, stepped forward, and opened the door. ….

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

"It's me...... Oh, Alfred!" Zatanna called out the butler's name, and when she saw the old butler with gray sideburns, the words she had just hurriedly wanted to shout out were choked back into her stomach.

「…… Alfred, are you alright?" Zatanna asked with concern, and Alfred looked at her somewhat tired face and said, "I'm not bad, miss, but you look a little tired, come in and talk about it."

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

When she followed her father to Wayne Manor, Bruce Jr. had just lost his parents, and it had always been the old butler who had taken care of him, and 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 mustered all her courage, but before she could speak, Alfred looked at her and said, "You want to tell me bad news, do you?"

Zatanna was stunned for a moment, but then blurted out, "Yes, Bruce...... He's not in good shape right now, and I'm going to save him, but I need some help......

"Where is he now?" Alfred asked.

Zatanna's features furrowed in pain, and she couldn't say the word "hell" because she felt that the old butler couldn't understand the occult at all.

If she says that Bruce is in Hell now, it is like telling Alfred that Bruce is dead, and as for going to Hell to save his soul later, it is even more nonsense.

"You want to say he's dead?" Alfred looked at Zatana's face again and said, Zatanna was stunned again, then sighed and said, "Mr. Butler, please be patient with what I say next."

"I'm not drunk, I'm not talking nonsense, it's all true, and while it may be hard for you to accept, ...... Well, Bruce's soul is now in hell, the hell that most 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 disdain on Alfred's face.

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

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

"On the edge of hell?" Alfred reminded.

"Ah, yes, the edge of hell, from where he jumped off a cliff...... Wait a minute!! Zatanna's eyes widened, she looked at Alfred and asked, "How do you know about the edge of hell??!!

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Catch the herd and burn the rope

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