Chapter 463: The Butler is Always Right (Part 2)

Hal turned his head and looked at the ignorant Dick and Aisha in his arms. His first reaction was that these two children could not be called "not young" no matter what. He curled his mouth, looked at Alfred and said: "Dick is okay, but Aisha is..."

【Author's Note: "Sword Comes"】

"The young lady especially needs to know how to protect herself. Safety education is better early than late."

Hal still wanted to say something, but Alfred asked him: "Do you want to wait until one day, when she meets some bastards who don't know etiquette at a banquet, cries and runs back to the manor, and then let Mr. Wayne take action?"

Hal followed his description and instinctively imagined the scene. He shivered, then turned to Aisha and said: "Listen carefully, learn seriously, or don't always trouble your father."

"Okay, young master and young lady, the lesson on eliminating traces just now, I think you should have understood. Next, let's start practicing..."

"Now, we are going to change to another place, so all the traces left in this room must be cleaned up. You can try to do it. If there is any deficiency, I will supplement it for you."

Ten minutes later, following various clues, Benjamin finally arrived at the last door at the end of the corridor on the fifth floor, looking a bit lost.

He had checked all the rooms here, but didn't find any trace. The clues were broken like this. That old agent he imagined seemed to have disappeared.

The clues on the fourth floor all pointed to the fifth floor, including some friction traces on the floor at the stairwell on the fourth floor, traces on the handrails, and slight noises upstairs. But after coming to the fifth floor, the world became quiet, and there were no traces that he could use as clues.

Just when Benjamin was lost, in a room on the sixth floor, Alfred touched Dick's head and said: "Did very well, young master. I am really proud of you. Next, we are going to talk about how to guide the enemy and let him move forward according to the route you planned..."

"First, we must learn to judge the enemy's current situation. Because the cleaning work just now was done very well, so the other party can only adopt the exhaustive method, that is, carpet search, without any clues."

"There are six rooms on the east side of the fifth floor. According to the enemy's level, we can judge that the search time for each room will not exceed three minutes. That is to say, after fifteen minutes, he will stop searching and start thinking about whether there is any problem with his thinking."

"What if they have many people?" Dick asked.

"No, they will definitely not exceed three people. It is very likely to be two, an agent and an assistant."

"How is this judged?" Hal asked somewhat puzzled.

"The time they found our first foothold provided us with information about their numbers. If, as Master Dick said, they were a group of agents, they would definitely not have taken so long to find us."

"What should we do now?"

"When their clues are broken, we must provide him with some clues just right, so that he won't give up searching because the clues are broken."

Alfred explained very detailedly, but simple and easy to understand. Not only Dick listened very seriously, but even Hal listened in.

Dick tilted his head and then asked: "Then what method should we use to create new clues for him?"

"This must be judged according to the environment of the location. For example, now we are upstairs and he is downstairs. If we run downstairs to create clues for him, it becomes him waiting for work. If a conflict occurs, it is very unfavorable for us."

"So, we can adopt the method of sound interference. Simply put, it is to make a little noise on this floor, letting him realize that we have already come up."

"But note, in most cases, the work requirements of agents are secret and stable, and cannot cause too much destruction. Even if you are not agents, try not to make too much noise, which will be more conducive to ensuring your own safety..."

Just when Alfred was explaining, Dick cast his gaze on the shotgun in Alfred's hand. Alfred looked at his gaze, understood his meaning, but squatted down, touched his head and said:

"Are you trying to use a gun? However, unless it is a last resort, try not to expose your firepower situation to the other party."

"You have to know, veteran agents can judge the type of weapon you use from the sound. And if you shoot just to attract his attention, then you will provide him with a lot of information."

"Besides the type of gun, this also shows that your ammunition is very sufficient, and can even be used to fire blank shots. At the same time, it also shows that you have a solid foundation and are fearless, which may increase the probability of him calling for reinforcements."

"Indeed." Dick thought about it, and he felt that Alfred's words made a lot of sense. Then he tried hard to think about it, looked around at the furnishings in the room, and finally walked to the bedside table.

There was a vase with cattails on the bedside table. After Dick walked over, he picked up the vase and then threw it on the ground.

With a "pop" sound, Benjamin turned his head and raised his gun to the air. Kayla behind him also made a state of alert. Soon, both of them looked up and looked at the ceiling above their heads.

"Upstairs!" Kayla said.

As she spoke, both of them raised their guns, looked up, and then walked out of the room.

Benjamin instinctively felt something was wrong, but the sound that appeared upstairs was very obvious, as if telling him clearly that we are here.

This sound contained a provocative emotion, as if it was saying to you, even if I gave you the answer, you couldn't solve it. I told you where I am, but you still can't catch me.

Benjamin's face became a bit gloomy. At this time, his previous judgment of Alfred's level influenced him. In his view, although the opponent was still considered veteran, he couldn't be called the king of agents. Daring to put on such an arrogant attitude was simply arrogant.

So, he began to become a bit angry. He strode towards the stairwell. Kayla chased behind him, seemingly wanting to persuade him.

"Boss, we don't actually need to care about this person. He can't make much trouble. Even if a few people die, we can push it to the Soviet spy. The top priority now is to keep an eye on that entrance."

"You go back to the tower to command the work, I will go and find this annoying fly."

Kayla seemed to disagree very much with Benjamin's idea. Her lips moved, but Benjamin didn't pay attention to her at all. He went up the stairs without looking back. Kayla had no choice but to turn and go downstairs.

When Benjamin went upstairs alone, he hadn't realized what he was about to face. When he stepped on the floor of the sixth-floor corridor, he suddenly felt a small buzzing sound in his ears. He rolled to the side instantly.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Sharp breaking wind sounds sounded, and several wooden cones shot in from the window opposite the stairwell. Benjamin stood up from the ground and looked at the very rough mechanism with some disdain.

But his movements were very cautious, still sticking tightly to the wall, not taking half a step forward, until he was sure there were no other sounds, before finally walking to the window to check the mechanism.

That mechanism was not professional at all. It looked like it was pieced together from garbage. The flying wood should have been removed from the guardrail, then sharpened. No matter how you look at it, it looked more like a toy.

And after heading to the corridor, Benjamin was even more confused. What kind of prank traps like a bucket of ice water pouring down from above after opening the door, nails scattered between the floor cracks that were not noticed, and glue on the handrails made Benjamin completely not know what the opponent wanted to do.

Benjamin always maintained vigilance, still advancing in the corridor, and checking the rooms. Just when checking the last room, Benjamin pulled his vigilance to the highest, but after walking in, there were no traps, and even those pranks were gone.

After leaving the room, he still found some clues. He actually discovered that this group of people seemed to be intentionally leading him upstairs, but the more this was the case, the more Benjamin wanted to meet the opponent.

So, after searching this floor to no avail, he walked up the stairs. But just when he stepped on the first step, with a "whoosh", a sharp iron nail popped up from one side of the floor grid, directly piercing his sole.

"Ouch!"

Benjamin screamed and jumped up while covering his sole. He saw a black shadow flash above the stairs. He shouted and cursed, but the opponent didn't stop and disappeared instantly.

After Aisha ran back, she yelled happily at Dick. Dick picked her up and said: "Really? Then he is really miserable."

"So, why did you let them deliberately arrange those simple traps that even children could see through? Isn't it okay to use the last move directly?" Hal asked.

"That was actually just teaching them some common sense of physics, as well as popularizing the places where traps can be arranged. However, it also has a function, which is to confuse the enemy's psychology."

"The other party is not an ordinary person, but an agent. When he encounters such childish traps, he won't relax his vigilance because the traps are too simple. On the contrary, he will become more and more nervous."

"Because he feels that those pranks are just a diversion, just a fake I deliberately misled him to think my technique is not good. He will keep holding his breath, which will cause him great psychological pressure and consume his energy."

"He will feel that I will arrange the killing move in the last room, but when there is nothing in the last room, he will fall into a kind of confusion. This confusion will make him relax from tension instantly, and at this time, people's thinking is the dullest."

"So, he didn't even think about it and stepped on the stairs directly, and then got hit." Hal said with some emotion: "So agents are so powerful?"

"It seems that he should be giving up." Alfred raised his gun and said: "He is not a front-line agent, but an agent leader who has already achieved success. Being able to risk himself alone for so long is already his limit. In the case of injury, he should not choose to take risks and move forward again."

As he spoke, he loaded the shotgun, and then he went out of the room door. Hal hesitated for a moment, followed behind him and said: "Are you planning to have a duel with him?"

"Can you stop thinking about duels all the time?"

"Then what are you going to do?"

"Group fight." ===== CHAPTER 464 =====

"Then what are you going to do?"

"A group brawl."