Chapter 1403: Real Plan, and Private Chat
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The middle-aged Clairvoyant was unfazed. “If every plan can succeed in one go, it won’t be a plan, but fate. However, it’s not a bad thing that we failed.”
Shredder sneered. “What, you think failing to capture him is a success?”
The Clairvoyant waved his hand, the confident smile still on his face. “It’s because you did an unexpectedly good job. On the contrary, the conditions are now even better for us to implement the follow-up plan.”
Shredder asked, “Follow-up plan?”
The Clairvoyant: “Actually, this was just a test. What follows next is the real plan. If Batman can be caught so easily, he’s just a minor character, and there would be no need to mobilize an official plan for him.”
Shredder asked, “What’s your official plan?”
The Clairvoyant smiled. “A saint-like hero turned into a scapegoat to be despised by everyone; it will be an interesting but long process. We just need to watch the ignorant ma.s.ses and the smart politicians put on a show.”
After a brief silence, Shredder nodded. “That’s for the best. I lost too much this time. The Blood G.o.d test subject was my one and only product. It won’t be easy to make another like it in a short period of time. It shouldn’t have been lost there.”
The Clairvoyant said, “Cut off one head, two more shall take its place – we have enough faith, do we not?”
Seeing how confident he was, Shredder could only remind him, “Remember to investigate that guy with the black and white skull mask. I can sense that the Blood G.o.d test subject was powerless before him before it was killed. This guy definitely isn’t an ordinary human being. Hm, that black man in black leather – if you find the opportunity, capture him for me. His blood will be useful for my experiments.”
The Clairvoyant: “As you wish.”
The helicopter gradually disappeared into the dark sky.
…
The night pa.s.sed, and the day arrived. It was still busy and chaotic in New York.
There were countless photos and videos on TV and on the Internet. Although the Internet departments of various organizations tried their best to suppress them, there were always some that slipped through the net.
There was no need to conceal the matter since it couldn’t be covered up at all.
However, a lot of the media was too gory and not suitable for ma.s.s viewing.
The news exploded online.
It was all about the man-eating monsters, the superhero team that had suddenly appeared, and the casualties among civilians and NYPD officers.
Luke and Selina didn’t get any rest, and it was already dawn by the time they went back home.
After was.h.i.+ng up and eating, they both went to bed.
After working for an entire night, Luke was a little tired.
While he had been maintaining order and rescuing civilians, his clone hadn’t been idle as it stealthily checked the sewers where the test subjects had appeared.
If they really waited for s.h.i.+ELD to come and investigate, who knew how many days or even tens of days later it would be.
During this follow-up, Luke also had to check if his teammates had overlooked or dropped any clues when they retreated.
It was unlikely, but since it was Luke who had summoned them, he had to be responsible for what happened after.
Both he and his clone were busy right up until he returned home.
Luke rested fully for two hours. He was too lazy to get up, and simply lay in bed and dozed off.
On the other side, the clone got to work at the seaside villa.
Most of the information from last night was with Alfred, so it was most convenient to work here.
Opening the back door, which faced the ocean, Luke sat in a rocking chair on the porch and sighed at the gloomy sky. “It’s going to be windy.”
The sky was overcast compared with how sunny it had been for the past few days. The sea breeze blew, ruffling his s.h.i.+rt.
A moment later, m.u.f.fled thunder rang out, and dark clouds rolled over as countless tiny raindrops fell in the distance. It was raining.
Looking at New York, which had disappeared in the rain, Luke was lost in thought. A moment later, he entered the house. “Alfred, set a time with Tony to have a chat.”
Alfred: “Yes, Master.”
Tony replied quickly, “Where?”
Luke looked at the ocean not far away. “Have him go to the pier at Whitestone Park. Remind him to cover his face.”
A few minutes later, Tony suddenly sent another message. “Can I bring someone with me? She’s from the relevant department, and wants to talk to you.”
Luke thought for a moment before he replied, “Okay.”
Half an hour later, a pet.i.te young woman followed Tony to the pier with an umbrella.
At that moment, Tony was wearing a Yankees cap, a jacket, big sungla.s.ses, and jeans, which was completely unlike his usual appearance.
The woman behind him was also wearing a regular hoodie and jeans.
In the rain, Whitestone Park was almost empty, and so was the pier.
Tony frowned and looked at his watch. “He’s not here yet?”
As soon as he said that, a very ordinary three-level white yacht sailed over and came to a smooth stop at the pier.
At the same time, Jarvis said in his earpiece, “Mr. Bruce’s boat is here. Please come on board.”
Tony snorted. “Acting mysterious again.”
That being said, he picked up his pace and boarded the yacht, and the young woman behind him did the same.
The yacht started up again and turned around.
The s.h.i.+phold was clearly the lounge, and there was n.o.body inside.
Tony said, “Bruce, you can come out now.”
Alfred’s voice rang out. “Mr. Stark, Master isn’t on the s.h.i.+p. Please wait a moment.”
Tony clicked his tongue. “I feel like I’ve fallen into a movie villain’s trap.”
That being said, his sungla.s.ses had already begun to scan the yacht.
Maybe a certain Charcoal Head who liked to pretend to be mysterious was playing hide-and-seek.
Alfred suddenly piped up again. “Mr. Stark, although I’m just a program, scanning my body still makes me embarra.s.sed. Can you respect my privacy? Thank you.”
Tony: …
The young woman: …
Tony, who had been caught red-handed, wasn’t embarra.s.sed. He walked over to the bar counter and sat down. “Hm, sorry. After all, not all programs have a yacht body. Right, how should I address you?”
Alfred said, “I’m Alfred. Of course, you can call me Ah Fu.”
Tony: “Ah Fu? Chinese?”
Alfred: “Yes.”
Tony was interested. “Then give me a drink first and let’s talk.”
Alfred said, “I’m sorry, but the yacht is about to dive. I can’t offer you any drinks for now, Mr. Stark.”
Tony asked, “Dive?”
Alfred: “Yes. Actually, this is a submarine.”
As soon as it said that, all the doors started to seal off with faint sounds.
Ten seconds later, Alfred’s voice rang out again. “Alright, we are now on autopilot. Mr. Stark, what would you like to drink? And this beautiful lady, do you need one?”
Tony: …
The young woman: …