章節 190: Do You Still Trust Your Gun?
In the Diamond District, three blocks away from the Iceberg Club, Mathison and Charlie walked out of a hidden alley and turned into another one through the corner.
At this time, it had been a long time since Mathison left Midtown Island to meet Charlie in the Diamond District.
No one knows what he had been doing during this time.
Charlie has human awareness, but again, he isn't human.
"Are you sure this plan can remain hidden from Bane?"
Charlie asked Mathison with a soulful gleam in his eyes.
Although it sounds like a normal dog bark to anyone, Mathison was hearing Charlie speaking genuine human words.
"Honestly, I am not sure."
Mathison folded his arms and leaned against the wall.
"Bane is very different from what we thought. Maybe he already has an idea about our plan."
"Then, you're taking such a big risk here."
Charlie was glancing sideways at Mathison.
"In any case, there is no better way to do it now, is there?"
Mathison spread his hands, helplessly.
"We can always give it a try, and there is no harm in failing, whether Bane is aware of our plan or not."
"You're right in what you said. So, what are you going to do with that person?"
Charlie sniffed behind him and gestured to Mathison.
Looking in the direction Charlie indicated, the corners of Mathison's mouth curled up sneeringly.
"That's what we're here for, aren't we?"
Charlie raised his head arrogantly, wrapped his two dog paws around like Mathison, and stood upright against the wall on his hind legs.
"Take care of it yourself, and you'd better make it quick."
Mathison laughed and stopped looking at Charlie.
He turned his head and shouted at the alley behind him: "I think that it's time to come out. You followed us for so long!"
"Phantom Kid, why did you come to the Diamond District?"
Her voice sounded before she even appeared. With that, a familiar female voice reached Mathison's ears.
Before he finished speaking, a young woman with a pistol walked in right after the entrance of the alley.
"It turned out to be Miss Brandon. It's been a long time."
As soon as he saw this woman, Mathison remembered the "female receptionist" who wanted to kill him and seize the treasure the first time he went to the Iceberg Restaurant.
That is Marvie Brandon, Penguin's secretary.
Of course, Mathison still doesn't know that the person in front of him has another identity, which is: the FBI's undercover agent Maiev Jean Angers.
"I wonder what Mr. Cobblepot's personal secretary, who has been following me alone for so long, is here for?"
Mathison looked at Maiev sarcastically.
She didn't look good, her body was dusty, her face was stained with blood, and she looked quite exhausted.
As the secretary of the Penguin, it is hard to manage to become like this, unless the Penguin abandoned her.
Or is it…
«It seems that this secretary is hiding a lot of secrets.»
Mathison thought to himself.
"Phantom Kid, why did you come to the Diamond District? Answer me quickly!"
"Why do I have to tell you?"
Mathison said confidently. What does she have to do with me; why should he tell her anyway?
"The purpose of your coming to Gotham should be to steal the nuclear bomb. You should be in Bane's territory. Why did you come to the Penguin's? Is the bomb hidden in the Diamond District by Bane?"
Maiev shook her pistol with a cold face, obviously threatening him.
Unfortunately, she didn't show her killing intent at the right time, and it was hard to believe that she would really shoot to kill.
However, it is also possible that Maiev is so skilled that she can freely hide her killing intent anytime, any place. Mathison did not let his guard down anyway.
"To actually call your boss 'the Penguin'… it seems that you do not have a simple identity, Miss Brandon… No, Marvie Brandon should only be a pseudonym, let it be – Miss Secretary."
Even though he was being pointed at, Mathison's face still kept the same unchangeable smile.
"That old penguin is not my boss. You'd better keep your curiosity about my identity to yourself."
Maiev's eyes flashed with deep disgust, God knows what she's been through under the Penguin.
"Hurry up and answer my question, Phantom Kid. Otherwise, don't blame me for shooting you. The death penalty for the crime you committed is a certainty. I won't be psychologically burdened after killing you."
Mathison's heart moved. He was still thinking about Maiev's real identity. And now, after listening to Maiev's words, he can already be sure that Maiev must conform to the US government.
As for which institution she belongs to, he is still uncertain. It is a possibility that she might be from the FBI, CIA, USSS. In short, she is not from S.H.I.E.L.D.
Just kidding! When would S.H.I.E.L.D. care seriously about whether a crime is committed by someone?
"Ugh."
Mathison sighed.
"Miss Brandon, have you forgotten the last time we met?"
"As I said, I hate someone with a gun pointed at me."
Maiev's expression remained the same, even her index finger remained on the trigger.
"You really… trust your gun so much?"
The moment Kid's voice sounded in Maiev's ears, she was reminded of that terrible memory.
In just one glance, he was able to unload the magazine of her pistol and steal it without her feeling anything.
It was a terrific hand speed.
Maiev swallowed her saliva with lingering fear and forced herself to calm down.
"This time is different from the last time. I didn't have to touch your body at all, and you didn't have a chance to unload the magazine!"
"It seems that you never learn. Look at what this is."
Mathison suddenly sighed, like a teacher frustrated when he found that his students couldn't learn no matter how hard he tried to teach them.
He raised his right hand with a serious expression and snapped his fingers.
A black magazine appeared in Mathison's hand.
"What!"
Maiev looked at the magazine in Kid's hand in disbelief.
That is indeed the magazine of her own pistol model!
But when exactly did he unload the magazine?
Maiev's mind was a mess. After remembering that her magazine was stolen the last time, and faced with Kid's great confidence, she hadn't had the slightest doubt that the magazine in the other party's hand might not be hers.
"Snap!"
The chaotic thoughts caused Maiev to let go of her hand, and then the pistol fell to the ground.
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