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Chapter 1381

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As for Iron Man, Amanda didn't care about him at all.

To her, the tycoon was a husky. He looked fierce to people she didn't know, but he wasn't nearly as dangerous as Batman.

But what did Batman have? Well, apart from the title of Batman, there was nothing.

The world's investigation reports on Batman were printed out. There were at least eighty tons of them, but no one knew who Batman was.

This was what made Batman so fearful and fearful.

Iron Man wasn't strong? He was.

Tony Stark was worth hundreds of billions, and his father had a lot of connections. As long as he didn't do anything stupid, nobody would seriously deal with him.

In terms of armor development, the tycoon was way ahead of Batman — at least, in terms of price.

But nobody at the top feared him from the bottom of their hearts, because Tony was also part of this circle.

If he wanted to stay in this circle, he had to follow the rules.

If he didn't follow the rules, even Howard Stark's connections wouldn't be able to protect him.

Besides, everybody knew Tony's personality. He would live in peace without any benefits.

What was Batman's personality?

Based on the intelligence they had, everybody came to a similar conclusion.

He was a paranoid person who believed in justice. He was a victim of paranoia and was suspicious of everything. He also had a strong tendency towards violence.

The only thing that could restrain him was his justice.

So, he didn't kill anyone, but he crippled a bunch of criminals.

But in his hands, status was useless, and rules were even more useless.

Amanda was certain that if she was caught by him, she would either be paralyzed from the waist down or from the neck down.

The National Defense Department and the four armies couldn't resist this Dark Knight's desire for "justice."

He would definitely cripple her.

Amanda had climbed to her current position not because she could fight, but because of her brain.

The superhumans under her could fight a hundred times better than her, but they could only be slaves with nano bombs.

The best way to deal with Batman was never to stand out, but to keep hiding.

The safest plan was to wait for an opportunity and get someone else to do the dirty work.

One day, when she was in an important position, Batman would be nothing to worry about.

Because at that time, she would have a different name and appearance.

Batman could pursue the identity of Amanda Walker for the rest of his life. What did it have to do with her?

Thinking of this, she smiled and murmured, "By the way, it seems that someone from S.H.I.E.L.D. is also very interested in this Dark Knight. Let's help them."

As she spoke, she picked up the phone.



In the underground base, Flegg looked haggard.

In the past two days, he had too many things to deal with.

When it came to finishing up, his attendance was the highest in the entire brigade.

This was because his team was the most capable of fighting out of the four teams, while the real captain's team was Amanda's direct subordinate force, so they didn't appear often.

Flegg had a lot to clean up this time, and hadn't slept a wink for the past two days.

The other vice-captains only had to consider the issue of finishing up, but he also had to consider another question: What else did Batman know?

As soon as Flegg heard about the unlucky New York gang, he knew that he was the one who had leaked the information, because he had contacted all of them.

Now, the question was — what was Batman going to do next?

Flegg was under a lot of pressure as he worked for two days in a row, worrying about his and Jul's future.

But he couldn't say a word.

If he did, it might really be over.

But if he didn't say anything, he couldn't help but worry about Batman's next step in his revenge.

Flegg was now like the downstairs resident in the "boot throw" joke. All he could think about was when Batman's "second boot" would be thrown down, but he didn't know that there wasn't a second boot at all.



"What's the next step?" Selina asked Luke casually as she ate the open-air hotpot to relieve the burning sensation on her curled lips and her slightly numb tongue.

With an indifferent expression, Luke picked up a piece of tripe and placed it in the boiling red soup. "Nothing. Work hard, train hard, and eat hot pot or something."

Selina was stunned. "That's it?"

Luke nodded. "That's it."

Selina frowned. "Didn't you say that we have to be as cold and heartless as winter?"

"Frozen ingredients might be more flavorful," Luke said with a smile as he picked up the tripe, wrapped it in the sesame oil bowl, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The rich flavor of the sesame oil and the hotpot soup burst out of the tripe and filled his taste buds.

Selina was still confused, but she copied him and placed a piece of tripe on it. "Are you saying that we're playing hard to get?"

Of course, she wasn't speaking Chinese, but Luke had taught her about the 36 stratagems, so she knew the theory.

Luke nodded. "We've made such a big move. Those people will keep a low profile for a while unless they're idiots. But if they can't bear to abandon everyone, I'll ferret them out sooner or later. "

Selina nodded, deep in thought.

Luke had already taught her these things bit by bit.

Coupled with her rich experience, she was no longer the simple-minded high school public security officer from two years ago.

Selina knew that if she didn't work hard now, not only would she get herself killed, she would also get Luke killed.

She didn't want to be the "pig teammate" that Luke mentioned at all.

With quick reflexes, Luke snatched the piece of tripe from under her chopsticks and put it in his own bowl.

Selina came back to her senses and glared. "It's mine!"

Luke said, "How can you say it's yours when it's in my bowl?"

Selina: "…"

Swish!

With a flash of chopsticks, she took the tripe from his bowl and stuffed it into her mouth. "How can you say it's yours when it's in my mouth?"

Luke was lost for words. He couldn't afford to offend her.

While the two superheroes ate hot pot on the roof of their building, Flegg was still pondering which department of the research team Batman would target next in the distant underground base.

What he didn't know was that Luke had no intention of continuing at all. At the very least, the research team would be peaceful again in a few months.

That was because Flegg was Luke's real "informant."

It was very easy for Luke to get rid of him, a senior operative of the advanced joint research team.

But this guy was an acquaintance of Robert's, and he wasn't a bad guy. He had even helped Luke out a few times.

Since Luke didn't want to get rid of him, keeping him alive would be more useful.

From Flegg's confession, Luke knew that this old acquaintance was very important. He was actually in a relationship with Jul, the female doctor who had been possessed by the witch.

In a sense, Flegg was another layer of insurance for Amanda to control the witch.

Amanda would not give up on witches with such a powerful and strange combat power unless it was absolutely necessary.

As long as Flegg lived off his girlfriend, he could continue working for Amanda.

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