Chapter 459: The Mystery of the Spy (Part 1)

Slightly hurried footsteps sounded in the dim corridor, the clean floor reflected the hurried footsteps of the agents, the friction sound when the guns were loaded sounded like a tape that suddenly got stuck, the lights overhead flickered irregularly, looking along the window, the whistling cold wind gradually weakened, and goose-feather-like heavy snow fell in pieces.

The storm had gradually gone away, but the heavy snow still didn't stop. Even without the snow knives whistling with the wind, the snowflakes still fell densely, the weather was still very cold, and the snow on the street hadn't had time to melt before it was covered with a pure white velvet coat.

The sky was still gloomy, and the gray and heavy clouds pressed over the manor, like a big stone pressing on everyone's heart.

Everyone could feel that the atmosphere in the manor began to become more and more oppressive.

If the mayor's murder case was a light piano prelude, the gun battle that just broke out in the corridor was the passionate climax of the drums. Now, the low and dumb strings sounded, and everyone knew that it was approaching the end.

But this didn't mean that they could all leave here safely. When the hurried footsteps of the agents and the sound of pistols being loaded were transmitted into the guest room along the corridor, they all understood that some kind of confrontation was about to begin.

The atmosphere became quiet, but it was even more eerie, just like the snowflakes drifting outside the window. Although the storm was intense, the windless was even more murderous.

At this time, it was not just the atmosphere in the mayor's manor in Metropolis that was tense, the same was true in the Wei En Manor far away in Gotham.

Dick walked through the corridor on tiptoe, then gently turned the doorknob, opened the door, quickly turned sideways into the room, and then closed the door.

Aisha, who was sitting on the carpet playing with building blocks, turned her head to look at Dick, then stood up and stretched out her hands to him. Dick walked over and picked her up. Aisha was about to cry, but Dick said: "Shh, don't make a sound..."

Aisha could now understand part of human speech, especially what Dick said. She tilted her head, as if she didn't understand what was going on with Dick's somewhat guilty expression.

Dick walked to the side of the carpet, put Aisha down, and began to tidy up the messy building blocks. He whispered: "Just now, I saw Alfred wiping his double-barreled shotgun again."

He swallowed his saliva, looked left and right, as if he was a bit worried, and then continued: "I remember, only when Mr. Wei En came back very late, or came back injured, would Mr. Alfred wipe his gun."

"And, at that time, he was just wiping the gun barrel with deerskin, but I just saw him cleaning the rifling, and even testing the trigger..."

"My God, he must be very angry!"

Dick took a deep breath, shrugged his shoulders, and then relaxed his whole body again. He scratched his head and said somewhat helplessly: "However, Bruce seems to be a bit... recently."

"First, he didn't come home for several nights, then he was found entering and leaving bars and red-light districts, then he quarreled with Selina, and as a result, he has been out of contact for almost 20 hours, right?"

【Author's Note: "Green Gourd Sword Immortal"】

Dick sighed and said: "If I dared to run away from home without a word for 20 hours, my father would break my legs."

"Wah wah wah!" Aisha yelled.

"You say he is already an adult? What's the use of that? I also feel that I am an adult, but don't Bruce and Alfred also not allow me to leave the manor for too long?"

"The school I am attending now originally only allowed me to go home two days a week, but they found the school counselor and insisted that I be a day student, just because they were worried that if I left here for too long, I would be abused by others."

"Wah wah wah! Wah wah!" Aisha yelled again.

"Of course, I know, Alfred is very good to me. Not only will he pick me up and drop me off at school, but he will also cook the dishes I love to eat, and even send afternoon tea to my school. But how can I comfort him?"

"Now, I don't even dare to go to his room. There is a dark atmosphere permeating there!" Dick gestured a big circle with his hand and said exaggeratedly: "I have no doubt that if anyone enters this range, he might be very dangerous!"

As he spoke, he heard a "bang" sound, and a huge sound came from the corridor. Dick was startled, and Aisha also opened her eyes wide. She looked left and right, and then turned her head straight to look at the wall on one side of the room.

Dick followed her line of sight and remembered that it was the direction he came from, which was the direction of Alfred's room.

"Let's go over and see, it's possible that the gun went off accidentally!"

As he spoke, he picked up Aisha. Aisha struggled in his arms and then started yelling again. Dick stopped, put Aisha down, patted his head and said: "Oh, I forgot, you run fast, you go over first, go see if Alfred is injured."

But Aisha didn't move, and raised her arms again and started yelling. Dick was stunned for a moment and said: "... I can also teleport? How do I teleport? I'm just a..."

"Right! I can also teleport! But I can't control it a bit... No, Alfred might need my help, let me try."

As he spoke, he concentrated, his body began to glow green again, and then with a "whoosh" he disappeared. Aisha ran out of the door and rushed to the other end of the corridor at a very fast speed.

Just as she turned a corner and came to the door of the room at the end of the corridor, with a "pop", Dick, who was glowing green all over, fell from the sky.

"Ouch, my waist!" Dick let out a scream, Aisha grinned and laughed, while laughing and "wah wah wah".

Dick climbed up from the ground, bent down, picked up Aisha, rubbed her head hard and said: "Not allowed to laugh, this is the first time I controlled teleportation myself, it's already not bad, okay?"

"Next time I will try to teleport closer to the ground."

Just at this time, with a "click", the door was opened, and bright light poured out from the door crack, just shining between Aisha and Dick.

Alfred's face appeared behind the door, slightly gloomy at that moment, but after seeing Dick and Aisha, it immediately turned into kindness.

Dick rubbed his waist and walked up, looked up at Alfred and said: "Aisha and I heard a gunshot, wanted to come over and see what happened, are you okay?"

Alfred said with a smile: "I'm fine, it just went off accidentally."

He squatted down, touched Dick's head, looked at Aisha again, and turned to Dick and said:

"I might have to go out for a trip, leave here for a little while, so I am preparing tools..."

Dick blinked and asked him: "Where are you going?"

"He's crazy! He wants to fly to Metropolis in this weather!" Another voice came from the room.

Dick opened his eyes wide and poked his head in, then shouted: "Hal, how come you are here??"

"You have to ask this good butler named Pennyworth!" Hal's voice came over again, sounding quite resentful.

Seeing Dick poking his head and wanting to find out, and Aisha full of curiosity, Alfred's smile only stiffened for a moment, and then he opened the door and let the two children walk in.

Hal sat slumped in the corner, still throwing a shotgun. Seeing Dick come in, he struggled to climb up from the ground, and then sighed resentfully and helplessly:

"Alfred, I'll say it again, I'm just a test pilot, not a formal fighter pilot, and I've transferred to logistics for more than three months, and I haven't trained at all recently."

As he spoke, he pointed his hand to the window again and said: "The blizzard has indeed stopped, but the snow hasn't stopped yet. Flying a plane in this weather is simply suicidal behavior!"

Alfred turned and walked towards him, then picked up the shotgun. Seeing his action of loading, Hal shrank into the corner, shivering and saying:

"It's useless for you to force me, I can't do it knowing it's a dead end..."

He swallowed his saliva and continued: "If I still had Green Lantern energy, maybe I could teleport over to see what happened, but..."

As he spoke, he cast his gaze on Dick. Dick also understood that Alfred wanted to go to Metropolis to find Bruce. He raised his hand and said: "Just now I have been able to control teleportation, maybe I can..."

"No, Master Dick, you can't." Alfred said without looking back. Dick still wanted to argue something, but Aisha pulled him. Dick hesitated for a moment, but still didn't continue to speak.

Hal sighed, looking into Alfred's eyes and saying:

"Dick told me before that you raised Bruce, you are like his father, I can understand your worried mood."

"My family didn't agree with me being a pilot because they felt it was too dangerous. My father opposed it most fiercely, but after I quarreled with him and insisted on test flying, I saw him secretly shedding tears."

"Because of this, I transferred from a test pilot to ground logistics. I promised him that if one day, I must fly a fighter jet to deal with possible dangers, then I will carefully consider all environmental factors to ensure my safety and not make him sad."

"This is the same in reverse. If Bruce knew that you wanted to fly a plane to Metropolis in such dangerous weather, he would also be very sad, because this is really dangerous."

Hal put his hands on his hips, looking into Alfred's eyes and saying:

"I trained at the Air Force base for a year and a half, I know the performance of the plane very well, and the impact of weather conditions on flight..."

"I have seen the helicopter that was parked in the manor before, although it looks modified, but..."

"Who said I was going to fly a helicopter?"

Facing Alfred's cold counter-question, Hal showed a puzzled expression.

Just at this time, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the outside of the manor window. This room just happened to be able to see the courtyard of the manor. Hal turned his head and then saw a scene that shocked him.

The ground of the central courtyard of the manor slowly opened, and then a black Batwing rose from the ground.

This fighter jet was pitch black, the paint on the surface was matte black, only there were some recessed dark patterns on the wings. The overall structure was similar to a fighter jet, but it was larger than most fighter jets Hal had seen at the Air Force base.

Hal swallowed his saliva, his eyes were a bit straight, and after being stunned for a long time, he said somewhat hesitantly:

"Don't tell me, let me fly this thing to Metropolis."

"Who said you were flying?"

Hal opened his eyes wide again, looking at Alfred.

Ten minutes later, looking at Alfred sitting in the main pilot seat, Hal put on his helmet, hesitated for a moment and said:

"It's not that I want to question you, but flying a plane and driving a car are really two completely different things, and there is no runway here at all..."

Just as he said this, a low engine roar came, with a "buzz", the fighter jet took off directly and flew into mid-air.

When the fighter jet stalled in mid-air, Hal covered his arm. The takeoff was too rapid just now, and he bumped his elbow. He hurriedly put on his helmet and shouted at Alfred:

"Decelerate! Decelerate quickly! This weather can't..."

Before his voice fell, the buzzing sound became louder and louder, and then, with a "whoosh", the black Batwing, like a black bird in a storm, rushed into the vast white snow. ===== CHAPTER 460 =====