Super Detective in the Fictional World

Even if you panic, you have to be steady on the surface! Do not give each other a chance to see through. Flagg warned himself in his heart.

The next moment, Luke's figure appeared in front of him, and Flagg felt a slight pain in the neck.

He stared at the black figure in front of him: “You...”

Luke: “Sorry, I'm in a hurry. ”

With strong will, Flagg successfully withstood the onslaught of anesthetics… for twenty seconds.

Then he dropped his eyes straight on the couch.

Luke shook his head helplessly: “I can't believe he didn't say a word." I didn't say a word. "The military wasn't very good at acting. It was boring. ”

But it's hard for Flagg to escape without saying that line.

Luke was in a real hurry and couldn't have had a relationship with him as Batman, even if Flagg was an acquaintance of Robert's.

Flagg's will and training are strong, but Luke is now a true master of persuasion.

Without mentioning the lowest threshold of physical persuasion, he also has an intermediate basic psychology + basic hypnosis + inducer = technical flow persuasion, as well as an advanced technology flow + psychic communication persuasion.

If you are a woman, you can also complete a supreme persuasion technique with a spiritual primary pheromone manipulation.

Flagg was fortunate to be a man, and Luke could not apply the supreme persuasion technique to him, but the premium persuasion of technology + superpower also quickly lost the will of the top soldiers.

The psychological vulnerabilities of these professional soldiers do not make it difficult to break through the line of defence.

In fact, only that cheap uncle, Frank Custer, is an unshakeable horror.

And, of course, because Luke doesn't want to use too violent means, it's causing more problems for Franka's spirit.

So it's easiest for him to deal with bad guys, and people like Frag with positive connections are the most troublesome.

An hour later, Luke retreated.

Ten minutes later, Flagg opened his eyes in a glare.

He stood still for half a second, suddenly shocked, stood up violently and turned his head around without seeing the figure.

Find your surveillance device immediately, he just looked at the video footage in the living room and knew it wasn't an illusion.

Surveillance in the living room did not work during the hour and even the lens was adjusted to invisible sofa.

If Batman really asks himself what the hell he's got, Flagg thinks it's too small.

All of a sudden, he kind of figured out why his boss was so uptight about Batman.

Because a lot of what they do must not be known by Batman.

Even if it's a big deal, for the robbers to break a finger as a punishment for Batman, they should all be crushed to pieces.

Thinking about the big wash that Batman might have done, Flagg's forehead and back were soaked with a lot of sweat beads, like being in purgatory and confused in his head.

Wait, wait, wait! He suddenly thought, "Why am I okay?"

Had it not been for Batman's principle not to kill, he felt he should have been shot on the spot.

But now he's not only alive, he didn't even pay a finger for the start price.

Isn't Batman so “fair” that he'd be networked for someone who works for his country?

This unrealistic expectation flashed through Flagg's mind, and that's the only way to think about it.

As for informing your boss? Don't be silly. He's so stupid, he should have died a hundred times.

Aside from that, there was no way to confess to his superiors about the many black materials he had learned in the course of his mission and the private dealings he had with the forces of all sides.

Though he dared to touch his conscience and say that he did not make a profit for himself in these matters, who would believe?

The problem was that the buttocks of the Senior Joint Research Group could not be wiped clean at all, otherwise it would not be a secret institution.

Even if he told his boss that Batman might have gotten a lot of information from him, his boss couldn't finish it.

The Senior Joint Research Group has billions of dollars, more than a dozen bases of all kinds, hundreds of researchers and hundreds of combatants.

Any one action would mean that funds were burning.

Even if his boss believes Flagg's warnings and starts a sweep right away, he will lose at least hundreds of millions of dollars.

If Batman didn't show up at the end of the day, or if he came back every few months, Frag and his boss would definitely be out of class by then.

His boss may have many life-saving tools to wait for Dongshan to rise again.

Instead, people like Flagg will inevitably be on the list of “killed in action”.

At that time, his parents received nothing but a notice of death + a 50-cent copper badge.

The more he tried to get a headache, he scratched his head in despair: "My God, what did I just say? ”

……

Luke left D.C. with satisfaction and regret.

Things weren't as bad as Flagg thought, because Luke wasn't the vanguard of jealousy.

There are too many bad guys in the world, and Flagg's boss, Amanda Walker, is not the first, not the worst.

In Luke's Little Blackburn, this guy doesn't even make it to the top 10.

And Amanda's caution is the top of the line.

Her whereabouts are confidential, her appearance is confidential, her information is confidential and she seldom stays directly at a base.

If it weren't for Flagg to ask about this person, she wouldn't exist.

According to Flagg, Amanda Walker is from the United States Department of Defense, but the exact department is unknown.

Nor did Luke find any information on her among the public Defense Department employees.

Real rebel boss isn't stupid! Luke sighed in his heart.

Even Sentinel Secret Service William Stella is a cautious invisible man.

The only thing he didn't expect was that Luke actually “stole” the controlled Alice from the base, and then Shundo touched the melon and came to the door.

Of these, the key to Luke's success is not only combat power, but also the efficacy of space number two and primary pheromone manipulation.

In a word, William Stella died of someone cheating.

The Senior Joint Research Group is much more frightening than the Sentinel Secret Service kitten or two.

This is a long-standing project involving the defence force, the military and multisectoral elements.

Born in the Fleigh Army, he was later transferred to the Marine Corps and was a nominal mercenary for several years on a CIA defence contract overseas.

After many years of testing and experience, he was recalled directly to the Senior Joint Research Group, where he became the deputy head of the brigade in his operations, with over 100 combatants under his command.

There are also three deputy directors in charge of the remaining three operational squadrons, which are similar to his.

One leader of the brigade leads a doubling of the number of direct operational teams.

These people, Luke, really can't move, at least not in the United States.