Luke wasn't in a hurry to go in. Instead, he had the mini drone scout the area.
Half an hour later, a complete defense system gradually appeared on the virtual projection.
He clicked his tongue in amazement. "As expected of a secret worker. This defense is as good as a small base."
Also, because the place was small, the defense here was even tighter.
The only thing that wasn't as good as a regular base was that it wasn't as high-end.
Flegg wasn't Tony, and had only used above-average equipment for a private defense system. Better equipment would cost millions of dollars, and he probably wouldn't be willing to spend it.
Thus, while there were no loopholes in the defense system, there were gaps in the technology.
Besides, Batman was going to show up this time anyway, so there was no need to sneak in secretly.
Luke directly hacked into the defense system and had it make way for him to sneak in.
Flegg sat on the couch with an exhausted expression. He didn't turn on the lights or the TV.
With a bottle of beer in his hand, he gulped it down. Recent events had made him very upset.
He didn't want to cause trouble for Batman at all.
As a pure soldier, he didn't mind raising the butcher's knife for his country.
But what was the point of him dealing with Batman? Batman had been saving people the whole time, and had no intention of getting involved in sensitive matters.
Also, intelligence analysis showed that most of Batman's abilities came from his equipment and extraordinary combat skills. He didn't show any superpowers.
Although Batman could fly, many experts in wing suits could do the same, provided that they had some auxiliary power and enough training.
If Flegg's boss had to make a move, it would at most be coveting his armor technology.
There were a lot of useful technology in America. Did they have to use force to snatch something good? Flegg didn't think his department was qualified.
However, after testing the waters once, his boss didn't mention capturing Batman again. Flegg thought it was just an idea.
There were a lot of similar ideas in the Advanced Joint Research Group, but most of them weren't carried out, and he didn't keep them in mind.
In the end, Jul suddenly passed out in the base that day.
Later, he heard from the researchers that something had happened to the witch, and that Jul had been implicated.
The good news was that Jul woke up after half a day. There was nothing wrong with him, and he even felt much better than before.
The bad news was that he had learned from his own sources that S.H.I.E.L.D. was investigating a "witch" who was said to be related to the New York serial bombings.
Flegg's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't the New York bombing the day Jule passed out?
This time, he didn't ask if he was his superior, because he knew that the other party wouldn't admit it.
The explosion in New York had killed dozens of ordinary people and injured more than a thousand. No matter how much trust he had from his boss, it was impossible for the other party to admit such things in front of him.
Two of the FBI's department heads had already been fired due to dereliction of duty. More than fifty people had also been fired along with the two heads.
There were even more people who had been transferred to the bench or difficult positions. There were at least hundreds of people, which showed how much blame was placed on the New York bombing.
As long as it was confirmed that Flegg's boss knew about the case in advance, she would be charged with negligence, and could be given a few weeks' leave or a transfer.
After all, while such an attack was not within the scope of the Advanced Joint Research Group, it was not difficult to pass the intelligence to the FBI and the Department of Homeland Security.
If they didn't pass on this kind of information, what did the Alliance want to do? Get promoted or get rich?
Those robbers had robbed in the name of an attack, and Flegg couldn't guarantee that his boss wouldn't be tempted by more than a billion dollars' worth of property.
But Flegg could only suppress the thought in his heart.
In fact, the group of people who studied witches had already been ordered not to discuss anything related to witches.
At the same time, they were not allowed to leave the base for half a year.
Although these researchers usually only took a few days off every month or two, this kind of high-pressure situation was a further reminder to Flegg that the witches had a lot to do with the New York bombing.
What could he do? Jump out and expose his boss?
Then the Advanced Joint Research Group would definitely cause a huge commotion, and might even be taken over by someone else.
Jule's situation worried him too.
It was hard to say what would happen to Jule if there was an internal strife.
Although his current boss was very dirty, Flegg at least knew what was going on.
With a new boss, who knew where he would be sent to work, and whether or not he could keep Jule company? Only God knew.
Flegg didn't dare take the risk.
Thinking that, he suddenly felt that something wasn't right. He abruptly turned around and drew his gun from his holster.
He was fast, but Luke was even faster.
Almost at the same time as he turned around to draw his gun, Luke snatched the gun from his hand.
Flegg subconsciously tightened his grip on the gun, only to find that it was empty. His face instantly darkened.
When he saw the huge shadow standing behind him, his heart skipped a beat. "Batman?"
Luke casually tossed the gun onto the couch next to him and walked up to him. The blood-red lenses on his helmet flashed. "You know why I'm here, right?"
Flegg subconsciously shook his head. "I don't. What do you want?"
Luke said indifferently, "The New York bombing, the robbers, the witches, and the 2,400 pounds of explosives. You don't know anything about them?"
Flegg said, "I'm not in charge of counterterrorism. I don't know much about the case."
Luke chuckled. "What about the witches? You don't know anything about them? She's one of the culprits behind the New York bombing. "
His Mental Communication and Basic Psychology weren't just for show. The human lie detector was talking about him, and he relied entirely on mental fluctuations to make a judgment.
Flegg's ability to resist interrogation didn't include how to control his mental fluctuations.
That was because this ability was completely metaphysical for current Earth science.
So, when Luke deliberately slowed down and said the key words that he had used to test Flegg, he got what he wanted.
When he heard Luke say that the witches were the culprits behind the bombings, Flegg's heart suddenly sped up. Despite his long training, he couldn't completely control his physiological reaction.
Strictly speaking, his relationship with the witches was more complicated.
Flegg liked Jul, the female doctor, but Jul had been possessed by an ancient witch, who even planned to completely take over Jul's body.
Flegg hated witches, but he couldn't find a way to get rid of them, and killing the witch might very well cost Jul her life.
"Tell me everything about the witch," said Luke. "Otherwise, I'll get someone suitable to deal with her."
Flegg immediately shook his head. "I really don't know what you're talking about."
This was the last of his professionalism.
(The third chapter is still in progress. There's no need to wait.)
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