ALL NOVEL Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises
Chapter 24 The Blind Old Man, the Bar Owner and the Street Boy
Chapter 24 The Blind Old Man, the Bar Owner and the Street Boy
"Finished?"
Alfred was waiting at the door of the watch shop, when he heard footsteps behind him, he asked without turning his head.
Gibson was leaning on a cane and carrying an old leather suitcase in his hand. He walked up to Alfred and shook his head with a complicated expression. His voice was hoarse from aging, but Alfred was missing. The laziness and indifference when I just met him.
"I have nothing to fix, my wife died more than ten years ago, my son has his own life now, he has a decent job with the government, he has his own children, I have nothing to worry about."
After all, he looked at Alfred with his only remaining eye and said seriously: "You gave me a chance that I have been thinking about for more than 30 years, although I don't know that I am crippled and have only one eye left. What else can your old guy bring to you and that knight, but I still want to say something up front. If you build this intelligence system and use it to do something that brings harm to the country, then I will leave as soon as possible. .”
Alfred looked at the serious and stubborn old man in front of him for a long time, but smiled slightly, and replied: "Don't people in New York always notice what we do? It took him a full five For years, we almost gave up our own entertainment and leisure time to guard the dark nights of Brooklyn and other large areas of New York. We set up this intelligence system with only one purpose, which is to protect this city, especially those who are persecuted in this city. , people and children who have been treated unfairly.”
After finishing speaking, he walked to a Ford car on the side of the road, opened the door, and motioned for Gibson to get in the car.
After both of them got into the car, Alfred started the car before continuing to say to Gibson: "Maybe sometimes our actions will harm the interests of the US government, but I hope you understand that our original intention is just to let This city has become better, with less filth, and more hope and light that the poor can see. Sometimes, the government tends to favor those who stand at the top of the wealth, no matter whether those people have done harm or not. The affairs of the people, not the poor people, can you understand?"
Gibson was sitting in the back seat of the car, looking at the streets of Brooklyn outside the car window, his cloudy eyes became a little deep, as if he was recalled by Alfred's words, and Alfred didn't urge him to express his opinion. He was just driving the car towards the destination he wanted to go. After a long time, he heard a low voice from the back seat of the car: "Those damned politicians!", and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
On the streets of New York, there is such a group of young and poor teenagers. They gather together without a fixed name, just to avoid being bullied and blackmailed by gangsters and bad policemen.
They live in the streets and alleys all day long, and seldom go home because they are afraid of burdening poor families, and they will not bully the poor at the bottom of society, because they know the taste of being poor and being bullied.
They are often active in groups in the bottom industries of New York. They can be coolies on the docks, cheap workers in various factories, or casual workers who help people repair wooden furniture and houses, but this is what they do. What they do when they have these job opportunities, most of the time, because of their health and age, they are wandering around on the street, listening to street gangsters bragging and chatting to spend their time.
They are called "rats".
And the biggest group of "rats" in Brooklyn is controlled and led by Joshua.
Joshua is a young man in his early twenties. He grew up by the sea with a strong physique and a tough personality. When he was young, his parents never returned after going out to sea. Joshua was alone, relying on his good fishing skills , Followed the fishermen by the sea and lived to their teens in good health.
After the age of 16, Joshua left the fishing village and came to New York to look for job opportunities. Unexpectedly, he was cheated of wages several times by black-hearted factory owners in Brooklyn. In a fit of anger, Joshua was kidnapped and deceived in the factory. More than a dozen teenagers escaped by night.
In the following few years, Joshua led a group of teenagers to live on the streets of New York. When there were casual jobs, he worked. The money from selling street information came and went, but it also gathered dozens of teenagers and became the biggest "rat" head in Brooklyn.
Today, Joshua took a group of teenagers who had just joined the group to the pier to do part-time work, and was about to return to the slums of Brooklyn to prepare dinner for the big guy, but was stopped by a stranger and invited to the Rose Bar, which means he often came to sell Street information in the bar.
Fatty Mike, the owner of the Rose Bar, is the one who specializes in collecting information from "rats" like them. Joshua was wondering who was looking for him, and a well-dressed, kind-hearted old man took him to a private room in the Rose Bar. , and came in together with Mike, the owner of Rose Bar.
"If it's not for the sake of fifty dollars, I don't have time to play some mysterious tricks with you. Tell me, what's the matter? Sell information, or buy information?"
Before Mike sat down, he yelled impatiently. The business in his bar was surprisingly good this evening. If you don’t watch from the bar, God knows if the new bartenders will forget to add more to the drink. some water!If it wasn't for the weird old man in front of him who gave him 50 dollars to "invite" him in, he wouldn't bother to pay attention.
"Joshua, an independent and alert young man, is very good at collecting and summarizing seemingly ordinary street information on the street. As for you, Mike, a businessman who is a bit greedy and stingy, but very talented in information screening, always Am I right to be able to find out the valuable parts from the purchased street information in a short period of time and sell them at a high price to those who need them?”
Alfred picked up the large beer glass on the table in the private room, took a sip, but frowned and looked at Mike who was already staring at him vigilantly: "You are such a profiteer, you even have to mix beer with water? "
Joshua didn't know what Alfred meant by these words, so he sat quietly aside, wanting to observe again, while Mike had already opened the door of the private room, shook his head and said, "Excuse me, sir , I don't want to talk about anything with someone who has investigated me, I have something to do, sorry."
"Hire the two of you, with an annual salary of 10, and if you do a good job, there will be a commission."
Alfred said calmly, as if he wasn't worried about Mike leaving at all.
"10 million!"
Joshua opened his mouth wide in surprise, looked at Alfred, wondering if he was joking or telling the truth, but Mike sneered, and concluded in his heart that the old man in front of him was playing tricks on him.
What is the concept of 10 US dollars?Now the average annual income of ordinary workers in the United States is only two to three thousand dollars, and he relies on this bar and the profit from selling information to accumulate no more than 10 dollars a year!As soon as this person came up, he said that he would give him an annual salary of [-] US dollars, cheating children!
Just as he was about to leave, the old man smiled and brought out a large suitcase from behind, and the bundle of Franklin he took out from the suitcase next made Mike unable to move any further.
"Do you agree? If you agree, the $20 is now yours."
Alfred smiled lightly when he saw Joshua nodding vigorously and Mike obediently returning to sit in the private room.
There are three key figures in the intelligence department.
I went out for dinner tonight, I came back late, the update timed out, Sao Rui~
(End of this chapter)
"Finished?"
Alfred was waiting at the door of the watch shop, when he heard footsteps behind him, he asked without turning his head.
Gibson was leaning on a cane and carrying an old leather suitcase in his hand. He walked up to Alfred and shook his head with a complicated expression. His voice was hoarse from aging, but Alfred was missing. The laziness and indifference when I just met him.
"I have nothing to fix, my wife died more than ten years ago, my son has his own life now, he has a decent job with the government, he has his own children, I have nothing to worry about."
After all, he looked at Alfred with his only remaining eye and said seriously: "You gave me a chance that I have been thinking about for more than 30 years, although I don't know that I am crippled and have only one eye left. What else can your old guy bring to you and that knight, but I still want to say something up front. If you build this intelligence system and use it to do something that brings harm to the country, then I will leave as soon as possible. .”
Alfred looked at the serious and stubborn old man in front of him for a long time, but smiled slightly, and replied: "Don't people in New York always notice what we do? It took him a full five For years, we almost gave up our own entertainment and leisure time to guard the dark nights of Brooklyn and other large areas of New York. We set up this intelligence system with only one purpose, which is to protect this city, especially those who are persecuted in this city. , people and children who have been treated unfairly.”
After finishing speaking, he walked to a Ford car on the side of the road, opened the door, and motioned for Gibson to get in the car.
After both of them got into the car, Alfred started the car before continuing to say to Gibson: "Maybe sometimes our actions will harm the interests of the US government, but I hope you understand that our original intention is just to let This city has become better, with less filth, and more hope and light that the poor can see. Sometimes, the government tends to favor those who stand at the top of the wealth, no matter whether those people have done harm or not. The affairs of the people, not the poor people, can you understand?"
Gibson was sitting in the back seat of the car, looking at the streets of Brooklyn outside the car window, his cloudy eyes became a little deep, as if he was recalled by Alfred's words, and Alfred didn't urge him to express his opinion. He was just driving the car towards the destination he wanted to go. After a long time, he heard a low voice from the back seat of the car: "Those damned politicians!", and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
On the streets of New York, there is such a group of young and poor teenagers. They gather together without a fixed name, just to avoid being bullied and blackmailed by gangsters and bad policemen.
They live in the streets and alleys all day long, and seldom go home because they are afraid of burdening poor families, and they will not bully the poor at the bottom of society, because they know the taste of being poor and being bullied.
They are often active in groups in the bottom industries of New York. They can be coolies on the docks, cheap workers in various factories, or casual workers who help people repair wooden furniture and houses, but this is what they do. What they do when they have these job opportunities, most of the time, because of their health and age, they are wandering around on the street, listening to street gangsters bragging and chatting to spend their time.
They are called "rats".
And the biggest group of "rats" in Brooklyn is controlled and led by Joshua.
Joshua is a young man in his early twenties. He grew up by the sea with a strong physique and a tough personality. When he was young, his parents never returned after going out to sea. Joshua was alone, relying on his good fishing skills , Followed the fishermen by the sea and lived to their teens in good health.
After the age of 16, Joshua left the fishing village and came to New York to look for job opportunities. Unexpectedly, he was cheated of wages several times by black-hearted factory owners in Brooklyn. In a fit of anger, Joshua was kidnapped and deceived in the factory. More than a dozen teenagers escaped by night.
In the following few years, Joshua led a group of teenagers to live on the streets of New York. When there were casual jobs, he worked. The money from selling street information came and went, but it also gathered dozens of teenagers and became the biggest "rat" head in Brooklyn.
Today, Joshua took a group of teenagers who had just joined the group to the pier to do part-time work, and was about to return to the slums of Brooklyn to prepare dinner for the big guy, but was stopped by a stranger and invited to the Rose Bar, which means he often came to sell Street information in the bar.
Fatty Mike, the owner of the Rose Bar, is the one who specializes in collecting information from "rats" like them. Joshua was wondering who was looking for him, and a well-dressed, kind-hearted old man took him to a private room in the Rose Bar. , and came in together with Mike, the owner of Rose Bar.
"If it's not for the sake of fifty dollars, I don't have time to play some mysterious tricks with you. Tell me, what's the matter? Sell information, or buy information?"
Before Mike sat down, he yelled impatiently. The business in his bar was surprisingly good this evening. If you don’t watch from the bar, God knows if the new bartenders will forget to add more to the drink. some water!If it wasn't for the weird old man in front of him who gave him 50 dollars to "invite" him in, he wouldn't bother to pay attention.
"Joshua, an independent and alert young man, is very good at collecting and summarizing seemingly ordinary street information on the street. As for you, Mike, a businessman who is a bit greedy and stingy, but very talented in information screening, always Am I right to be able to find out the valuable parts from the purchased street information in a short period of time and sell them at a high price to those who need them?”
Alfred picked up the large beer glass on the table in the private room, took a sip, but frowned and looked at Mike who was already staring at him vigilantly: "You are such a profiteer, you even have to mix beer with water? "
Joshua didn't know what Alfred meant by these words, so he sat quietly aside, wanting to observe again, while Mike had already opened the door of the private room, shook his head and said, "Excuse me, sir , I don't want to talk about anything with someone who has investigated me, I have something to do, sorry."
"Hire the two of you, with an annual salary of 10, and if you do a good job, there will be a commission."
Alfred said calmly, as if he wasn't worried about Mike leaving at all.
"10 million!"
Joshua opened his mouth wide in surprise, looked at Alfred, wondering if he was joking or telling the truth, but Mike sneered, and concluded in his heart that the old man in front of him was playing tricks on him.
What is the concept of 10 US dollars?Now the average annual income of ordinary workers in the United States is only two to three thousand dollars, and he relies on this bar and the profit from selling information to accumulate no more than 10 dollars a year!As soon as this person came up, he said that he would give him an annual salary of [-] US dollars, cheating children!
Just as he was about to leave, the old man smiled and brought out a large suitcase from behind, and the bundle of Franklin he took out from the suitcase next made Mike unable to move any further.
"Do you agree? If you agree, the $20 is now yours."
Alfred smiled lightly when he saw Joshua nodding vigorously and Mike obediently returning to sit in the private room.
There are three key figures in the intelligence department.
I went out for dinner tonight, I came back late, the update timed out, Sao Rui~
(End of this chapter)
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