Even if he was panicking, he had to look calm on the surface! He couldn't give the other party a chance to see through him. Flegg warned himself inwardly.
In the next moment, Luke appeared in front of him, and Flegg felt a slight pain in his neck.
He stared blankly at the dark figure in front of him. "You …"
Luke said, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry."
Relying on his strong will and his well-tested body, Flegg successfully resisted the anesthetic for twenty seconds.
Then, he collapsed on the couch with his eyes wide open.
Luke shook his head helplessly. "He actually didn't say," I won't tell you even if you beat me to death. Soldiers really aren't good at acting. How boring. "
But whether or not Flegg said that line, he couldn't escape the sting.
Luke was really in a hurry, and couldn't use his identity as Batman to build a relationship with Flegg, even if Flegg was Robert's acquaintance.
Flegg's willpower and training were very strong, but Luke was now a veritable master of "persuasion."
Not to mention physical persuasion, which had the lowest threshold, he also had the mid-range Basic Psychology + Basic Hypnosis + Inducer = Technical Persuasion, as well as the high-end Technical Persuasion + Mental Communication.
If it was a woman, she could also use Elementary Pheromone Control to complete the Supreme Persuasion.
Flegg was glad that he was a man, and Luke couldn't use the Supreme Persuasion on him, but the high-end persuasion of technology and superpowers could quickly make a top soldier lose resistance.
There were a lot of loopholes in the minds of these professional soldiers, and it wasn't as difficult to break through the defense line as imagined.
In fact, only that cheap uncle Frank Castle was a terrifying existence whose willpower was unshakable.
Of course, it was also because Luke didn't want to use too violent methods, which would cause more problems for Franca's mind.
So, it was the easiest for him to deal with bad guys; it was Flegg, who was an acquaintance, who was the most troublesome.
An hour later, Luke retreated.
Ten minutes later, Flegg opened his eyes in a daze.
Dazed for half a second, he suddenly shuddered and stood up. He looked around, but didn't see the figure.
He immediately found his surveillance equipment. One look at the video in the living room told him that it hadn't been an illusion.
The surveillance cameras in the living room hadn't been working for an hour, and even the cameras had been adjusted so that the sofa couldn't be seen.
If Batman really got some critical information out of him, Flegg didn't think it was a small matter.
Suddenly, he kind of understood why his boss was so afraid of Batman.
Because there were a lot of things that they couldn't let Batman know.
No matter how righteous they were, Batman, who punished robbers by breaking one of their fingers, deserved to be smashed to pieces.
Thinking of the possible purge that Batman might carry out, Flegg sweated profusely on his forehead and back. He felt like he was in purgatory, and his mind was a mess.
Wait a minute! Wait a minute! He suddenly thought of something: Why am I fine?
If it weren't for Batman's principle of not killing, he would have been shot dead on the spot.
But now, not only was he alive, he didn't even have to pay a finger of the starting price.
Could it be that Batman wasn't so "fair" that he would be lenient to people like him who worked for the country?
This unrealistic hope flashed through Flegg's mind. He could only think of it that way.
As for informing his superior? Don't be silly. If he was that stupid, he would've died a hundred times over.
Apart from everything else, he couldn't confess to his superior at all about all the dirt he had learned during his missions, as well as his private deals with various forces.
Although he dared to say that he wasn't doing it for his own personal gain, who would believe him?
The problem was that the Advanced Joint Research Unit couldn't be cleaned up at all. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a secret organization.
Even if he told his superior that Batman might've gotten a lot of information from him, his superior wouldn't be able to clean up the mess.
The Advanced Joint Research Unit had billions in funding, more than a dozen bases of various kinds, hundreds of researchers, and hundreds of combat personnel.
Every single operation meant that funds were being burned.
Even if his superior believed Flegg's warning and cleaned up the mess right away, it would cost him hundreds of millions of dollars at the very least.
If Batman didn't show up in the end, or if he came back a few months later, Flegg and his superior would definitely be fired.
His superior might have a lot of ways to save his life and wait for a comeback.
But someone like Flegg would definitely be added to the list of "killed in action."
At that time, apart from a notice of death and a bronze badge that cost fifty cents, his parents had received nothing else.
The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. He scratched his head in despair. "Oh my God, what did I just say?"
…
Satisfied and regretful, Luke left.
The situation wasn't as bad as Flegg thought, because Luke wasn't a vanguard who abhorred evil.
There were too many bad people in this world. Flegg's superior, Amanda Walker, wasn't the first, nor was she the worst.
In Luke's little black notebook, this person wasn't even in the top ten that he had to kill.
Amanda, on the other hand, was the most cautious.
Her whereabouts were kept secret, her appearance was kept secret, and her information was kept secret. She rarely stopped at any base.
If Flegg hadn't told him about this person, she might as well not exist.
According to Flegg, Amanda Walker was from the US Department of Defense, but Luke didn't know which department.
Luke didn't find any information on her in the public database of Department of Defense employees.
The villains in reality weren't stupid! Luke sighed inwardly.
Even William Stella of the Sentinel Secret Service was a very cautious invisible man.
The only thing he hadn't expected was that Luke would actually "steal" the controlled Alice from the base and then track her down.
The key to Luke's success wasn't just combat ability, but also the effects of the secondary space and Elementary Pheromone Control.
In short, William Stella died because someone cheated.
The Advanced Joint Research Unit was much more terrifying than the two or three kittens of the Sentinel Secret Service.
This was a long-term project that involved the National Defense Force and many other military departments.
Flegg had started out in the Army, and was later transferred to the Marines. He had also worked as a nominal mercenary for several years on a CIA defense contract abroad.
After years of testing and training, he was recalled and directly joined the Advanced Joint Research Unit as the deputy director of the operations department. He had more than a hundred combat personnel under him.
There were three other deputy directors, who were in charge of the other three platoons that were similar in size to him.
One of the brigade directors led the direct operations team, which had double the number of people.
Luke really couldn't touch these people, at least not in America.
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