"Gentlemen! This is Wayne Family private property. You may not enter without permission."
Alfred rushed forward at once, intending to drive away every one of these uninvited guests.
There were not only superheroes like The Flash, Steel Bone, and Aquaman inside the house right now, but also a captive Superman and two children of demons.
Especially Mael, who had been standing in a daze not far away for nearly two days. God knew what extreme action he might take if he felt disturbed.
So the old butler did not give them the slightest pleasant expression and immediately ordered them to leave.
But unfortunately, that might intimidate ordinary people and make law enforcement agencies and politicians restrain themselves, yet it carried not the slightest deterrent for the military, which controlled the greatest apparatus of violence.
After all, when the military broke the law, it went through a court-martial rather than the ordinary civilian justice system.
That meant the political resources and connections of the wealthy might not necessarily influence the relatively closed military system.
Moreover, the American military's habit of covering for one another and turning major matters into minor ones had long been common knowledge.
That was why the military did not care about threats involving some damned private property.
The bespectacled man at the front spoke in a slightly arrogant tone. "Have Bruce Wayne come out and see me immediately! This concerns state secrets and the fate of all humanity, even the Earth itself. Or would you rather I call him by his other name?"
Instantly!
Alfred's expression turned exceptionally grim.
Because he knew the man was referring to his master's other identity—Batman.
As everyone knew, while Batman was the guardian of the night in the eyes of most ordinary Gotham citizens, and the Sword of Damocles hanging over