Chapter 1353: Dilemma and Interrogation
Luke wasn't in a hurry to enter. Instead, he had the drone scout the area.
Half an hour later, a complete defense system gradually appeared on the virtual projection.
He clicked his tongue in wonder. "As expected of someone who does secret work. The defenses are no worse than what a small base would have."
Also, because the place was small, the defenses here were even tighter.
The only thing was that the system wasn't that advanced.
Flegg wasn't Tony. His personal defense system only used mid-range equipment. Better ones would cost millions of dollars, and Flegg probably wasn't willing to spend that much.
Thus, while there weren't any leaks in this defense system, there were loopholes in it at the technical level.
Besides, Batman was about to show up, so it didn't matter if he snuck in.
Luke simply hacked into the defense system and created a gap before he slipped inside.
Flegg sat on the couch, exhausted. He didn't turn on the lights or the TV.
He gulped down the beer in his hand. What happened recently made him very agitated.
He didn't want to go after Batman at all.
As a soldier, he didn't mind raising a butcher's knife for his country.
But why did he have to deal with Batman? Batman had been saving people all this time and had no intention of getting involved in sensitive matters.
Also, according to the intelligence analysis, most of Batman's abilities came from his equipment and his extraordinary combat skills. He didn't have any super abilities.
Although Batman could fly, many experts in flight suits could do the same, provided that they had a little auxiliary propulsion and enough training.
If there was something which would make Flegg's boss take action, it would be the suit technology.
There was so much useful tech in America. Were they going to use force to steal the ones they thought were good? Flegg didn't think his department had the right.
However, his boss had only asked him about it once, and didn't bring up capturing Batman again after that. Flegg had thought that it was nothing more than an idea.
Many similar ideas popped up in the Joint Advanced Research Unit, and most of them were discarded. He wouldn't dwell on them either.
That day, June suddenly passed out at the base.
Later, he heard from the researchers that something had happened to the Enchantress, which also affected June.
The good news was that June woke up half a day later and was fine. In fact, she was in even better shape than before.
The bad news was that he learned from his own sources that SHIELD was investigating a "witch" who was supposedly related to the New York serial explosions.
Flegg's heart skipped a beat. Wasn't the day June passed out when the New York explosions happened?
He didn't ask his boss about it, because he knew that she wouldn't admit to anything.
Dozens of civilians had died in the New York explosions, and there had been more than 1,000 casualties. No matter how much his boss trusted him, it was impossible for the other party to admit anything to him.
Two FBI department heads had already been fired for negligence this time, and more than 50 people had been fired along with them.
At least several hundred people had been transferred to cold benches or difficult postings, which showed how big the blame for the New York explosions was.
If it was determined that Flegg's boss had known what would happen beforehand, she would be charged with negligence, and might even be suspended for a few weeks.
After all, although this sort of terrorist attack wasn't under the Joint Advanced Research Unit's jurisdiction, it wasn't hard to forward the information on to the FBI and Homeland Security.
What did the Joint Research Unit want? To be promoted? To be rich?
Those criminals had carried out a robbery under the guise of a terrorist attack. Flegg couldn't guarantee that his boss wouldn't be tempted by the money.
But he could only suppress that thought.
In fact, the team studying the Enchantress had been given a gag order, and it was strictly forbidden to discuss anything related to the Enchantress outside.
At the same time, these people were also told not to leave the base for half a year.
These researchers usually only had a few days off every month or so to begin with, and this highly charged situation further reinforced the idea that the Enchantress had a lot to do with the New York explosions.
What could Flegg do? Take the initiative to expose his boss?
This Joint Advanced Research Unit would definitely be in turmoil, and someone might take over and clean it up.
He was also worried about June.
If internal conflict broke out right now, it was hard to say what would happen to June.
While his current boss's tactics were very shady, Flegg at least knew how things ran.
If it was a new boss, who the hell knew where he would be sent off to work and whether he could continue to accompany June.
Flegg didn't dare take that risk.
As he was thinking this, he suddenly felt that something wasn't right. He suddenly turned around and drew his gun from his holster.
He was fast, but Luke was even faster.
Almost at the same time, Luke grabbed the gun.
Flegg subconsciously tightened his hold, only to see that his hand was empty. His face immediately darkened.
When he saw the huge shadow standing behind him, his heart jumped. "Batman?"
Luke tossed the gun onto the couch next to him and walked over, the blood-red lenses on his helmet flashing. "You know why I'm here, don't you?"
Flegg subconsciously shook his head. "I don't. What do you want?"
Luke said indifferently, "You don't know about the New York explosions, the robbers, the witch, and the 2,400-pound bomb?"
Flegg: "I'm not in charge of anti-terrorism, so I don't know much about this case."
Luke chuckled. "What about the witch? Don't you know her? She was one of the culprits behind the explosions in New York."
His Mental Communication and Basic Psychology weren't just for show. Luke was a human polygraph, and he made judgements based entirely on mental fluctuations.
Flegg's resistance to interrogation didn't include how to control his mental fluctuations.
For the current science on Earth, this was a completely mystical ability.
So, when Luke deliberately slowed down and said the keywords one by one, he got what he wanted.
When he heard Luke say that the witch was the culprit behind the explosions, Flegg's heart suddenly sped up. Even someone as well-trained as he was couldn't completely control his physiological reactions.
Technically speaking, he had a complicated relationship with the Enchantress.
That was because Flegg liked June, the female doctor, while June had been possessed by the ancient Enchantress, who wanted to completely possess June's body.
Flegg hated the Enchantress, but didn't know how to get rid of her; if he wanted to kill her, he would probably have to kill June.
"Tell me everything about the witch," said Luke. "Otherwise, I'll find the right person to dispose of her."
Flegg immediately shook his head. "I really don't know what you're talking about."
This was his last try at professionalism.