Eighth day of failing to pass the level
"Woof woof woof," it's time to get to work.
“How come you’re even more enthusiastic than me?” Peter chuckled, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.
"Woof," I won't urge you to wait until the end of time, but who exactly is the spy that Madam planted?
Adrian raised his furry paw and placed it on the palm that the boss offered, then frowned at his non-existent brow. Was he being pinched on the hand or the foot?
Peter continued to squeeze Ali's hand a couple more times to analyze the texture, concluding that it was soft and warm. He couldn't fully understand what Ali was saying, as he didn't speak canine language and relied mostly on intuition when talking to Ali.
For example, right now, Ali is probably asking about the undercover agent, but Peter couldn't decipher any other meaning.
"Only a few people can go undercover. If we can't go undercover from the big boss, we can only go undercover from his close people, such as the second boss or his wife. We can go undercover from whoever has unusual personnel movement around them."
The second boss is a ruthless individual who fought his way up from the top boss through thick and thin. Everyone around him is a familiar face he's worked with for decades. The possibility of an undercover agent within his inner circle is virtually zero, so—
—The undercover agent is right next to the lady!
"Woof woof woof," the eldest brother roared.
The clever puppy now offers praise to its leader.
Peter's heart softened.
Furry little animals always bring people joy, just as Peter can forget all his worries when he looks at Adrian.
He didn't need to think about how to seize the arms production line or how to get the big boss to entrust him with important responsibilities so that he could stand out from the competition and more legitimately control the core of arms manufacturing.
He cannot live peacefully amidst Deathstroke and the League of Assassins' pursuit on his own, unless he returns to Gotham and uses Batman's power to counterbalance Deathstroke and the League of Assassins.
But Peter didn't want to go back; the road was almost completely blocked.
The only solution is to follow the will of the death knell, whose targets happen to be the big boss.
The two sides are maintaining a balance for the time being. Peter doesn't know how long he can hold out. Perhaps one day in the future he will not want to endure it anymore and will join Deathstroke and blow up the League of Assassins.
Peter stroked the puppy's ears and suddenly had a brilliant idea: "After we finish this job, we'll travel the world."
"Maybe we can even go to outer space? Luthor and Stark have both flown out of Earth, so can we."
Adrian: Travel the world? Outer space? That makes the game map huge.
Although there's nothing wrong with going with the boss, boss, are we going back to Gotham?
Adrian barked loudly, asking him to help the boss take over Gotham. This time, it would be twice as fast as the last one, nipping any threats from Batman or the Joker in the bud.
The eldest brother, who should have understood, seemed deaf and couldn't comprehend Adrian's meaning; he longed for a peaceful and free life.
"We have plenty of time to see the changing seasons and the extraordinary phenomena of human culture."
After Peter finished speaking, he fastened the leash to Adrian's collar. Words spoken unconsciously are the most sincere. Although he was also surprised that he would say something that was inconsistent with his personality, he thought about it and wondered what it had to do with his personality.
Let bygones be bygones.
Adrian, who had left with his boss, glanced at the table, where a folded newspaper lay.
A tabloid that doesn't belong to Mexico, a traveler's entertainment news that has come all this way.
Adrian knew where it belonged; he recognized the protagonist even when he was reduced to ashes with only half a face remaining. As for the other protagonist, who was folded and hidden, he was, of course, his newest adopted son.
Gotham's richest man threw a lavish birthday party for his beloved adopted son, and a huge banner wishing him a happy birthday flew over Gotham City for three days.
Due to his height, Adrian couldn't see his boss's face, but the boss's mood was all green, indicating a very healthy mental state.
It should be said that after losing his memory, the boss was frighteningly stable and calm. The boss who became angry and distressed after hearing Batman's message in his memory was like a hallucination.
Adrian thought it over carefully. Traveling the world was already a good idea, but it was best not to let the normal bosses have any contact with them for the time being.
There's no rush to get things done; the spirit of leadership is more important.
*
No. 27 Linan Street, with a golden dog head logo – Little Dog Special Ice Cream Shop.
"It's quite surprising that we've met for the first time in decades at a pet ice cream shop."
"To be honest, I was quite surprised to see you asking me this."
Peter held Adrian and fed him puppy ice cream. Just days before, they had fought tooth and nail over someone, but now they were working together.
Everyone who sees this will say that fate is cruel.
Judith adjusted his hat brim. When he received the order from the lady, he thought it was just a routine auxiliary task, at most adding surveillance to prevent Veronica from causing trouble and doing something that would harm the lady's interests.
He never expected the Assassin Brotherhood to appear halfway through, and he never imagined that the Assassin Brotherhood would plant a spy in Francis's house. He even had a brief encounter with this spy.
Peter was unaware that Judith had arbitrarily assigned him to the Assassins' Guild, but even if he had, he couldn't explain his relationship with the Guild. It's a long story, so it's better not to tell.
"What is your current role? I am Mrs. Francis's driver."
Judith didn't keep them in suspense. Although the credibility of her partner was questionable, he was the disciple of the partner appointed by the lady, so Judith couldn't lie.
Obey the Lady's orders at all times and in all places.
"I……"
"What are you doing here, Madam?"
Peter glanced across the window and spotted a familiar brown-haired figure. No wonder he was surprised; in Peter's memory, the lady had always been the boss's constant companion.
...not always.
Peter looked at Judith, hoping she could give him an explanation: was he really just a driver and employer with the boss's wife?
Or is it that the big boss's wife is related to the 'wife' behind him?
Judith: "I'm the driver, it's my break time now."
Peter understood; Judith would accompany the boss's wife on her outing and see him there as well.
"But the lady seems to be in danger, aren't you going to save her?"
Adrian was happily eating his ice cream when he heard the danger and immediately perked up his ears, only to be pressed down by Peter.
"It's none of our business, but you can't keep eating ice cream. You don't want to get diarrhea from eating too much, do you?"
The ruthless Peter took away Ali's remaining half of the ice cream.
The poor puppy whimpered, hoping to charm its boss with its cuteness.
The eldest brother, with a heart of stone, issued a refusal.
"No, Ali, this is your third ice cream. It was my fault for not noticing you were eating a second one. Don't look at me, I won't allow it!"
"Waaah~" the puppy whimpered.
Peter looked at Judith in surprise, "Aren't you going to save them?"
Judith:
“I’m just a driver, I can’t save her.”
"Okay, if you won't go, I will."
Peter wiped the puppy's mouth, reminding Judith not to steal his credit.
?
Judith really wanted to tell Peter, "Are you crazy?!"
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