"Lieutenant Williams, have you arrived at the designated location?"
The voice over the phone sounded somewhat anxious. The man addressed as Lieutenant Williams frowned, unsure how to explain the current situation to his superior.
There was nothing wrong with the coordinates, but they had found no equipment here. Just as Williams was about to speak, his superior lowered his voice and said, "All right, David, forget the damn military equipment. You understand what I mean?"
Williams frowned deeply. The weathered skin characteristic of a white American face was lined with deep creases, every one of them filled with confusion.
"Do you know how Duncan got promoted? Fine, we won't discuss that. You only need to know that in two hours, Congress will hold a hearing on the Gotham disaster. The Federal Bureau of Investigation and Bruce Wayne will attend, and there will be a press conference afterward."
"No matter what it takes, make Bruce Wayne shut up! David, act the moment you hang up. I want good news from you within an hour!"
The call ended, and Williams had yet to recover. A grave look flashed across his brow as if he were still struggling, but his subordinates had already gathered around him.
"What do we do now, boss? I think someone must have interfered with our positioning signal. Our communications tech is terrible. Should we request support from headquarters?"
A flicker of conflict crossed Williams's face. Then he waved a hand, signaling everyone to get into the vehicles. "The mission has changed. We need to... we need to make a trip to Wayne Manor..."
The vehicles bumped toward the end of the road, but before they could make the turn, a large truck blocked the intersection.
In an instant, everyone in the vehicles raised their weapons. Then a stretch