American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Chapter 123 The Good Cop/Bad Cop Playing Together

"Hello, sir, how can I help you?"

"I'm sorry to be looking for you so late, please forgive me, Alfred."

Upon hearing this, Alfred froze, scrutinizing him for a few seconds before his eyes widened: "Reggie? You're Reggie?"

Reggie, wrapped in his soaking wet coat, nodded with a wry smile.

After twenty years apart, Alfred almost didn't recognize his down-on-his-luck old comrade.

After a few pleasantries, Reggie confessed that he was desperate and wanted to stay for a few days.

Without hesitation, Alfred led him into the house and handed him a cup of hot cocoa.

"I was taken away by the GCPD last night because I wanted to spend the night under the Westbury Bridge."

"Fortunately, one of the officers was a retired Marine, so we started chatting."

"I told him I used to be a member of the British Special Air Service, and then he let me off the hook."

Upon hearing this, a hint of nostalgia flashed in Alfred's eyes.

That kind of mutual respect between soldiers is something I haven't felt in a long time.

"He told me, 'Why don't you go find your old comrades? Maybe they can help you.'"

Reggie held the hot scoop, staring at the flames in the fireplace, using the firelight to conceal his own flickering glow.

"So, I ended up here. I can't believe it."

"Thanks for coming to see me, buddy..."

The two talked about their past experiences in the army, their respective lives, and their families.

Dior silently disappeared into the shadows of the staircase, observing this seemingly heartwarming scene with detached indifference.

In his perception, there were not just two people present, but a third.

His gaze passed over the two people talking and looked towards the corridor not far away.

Bruce?

Have you also noticed the unusual atmosphere?

A very faint stinging sensation came from the spider's senses.

That's the feeling of being watched.

Dior frowned slightly and looked down the corridor.

The two exchanged a glance and then conveyed a look to each other.

Now it's your turn to step up, Bruce!

This is Dior.

You'll be my teammate!

This is Bruce.

A few seconds later.

The latter sighed and stepped out of the blind spot in the corridor.

"Alfred?" Bruce asked timidly.

"Young Master Bruce?"

Alfred quickly stood up, somewhat awkwardly, after all, he wasn't the owner of the house.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne."

Reggie was also a little reserved; he felt that there was something strange about the smiling, black-haired boy in front of him.

"Did you get caught in the heavy rain?"

Bruce continued to be friendly, chatting with the other person.

At this moment, Dio realized it was his turn to step in.

"Alfred!"

A sarcastic voice came from the stairs.

Dior walked down the stairs at a leisurely pace, his eyes sweeping over Reggie as if he were looking at a small loaf of bread.

"I remember saying that I shouldn't let strangers in, especially... this kind."

His gaze lingered on Reggie for a second before quickly shifting away, his face full of disgust.

That's right, that's the strategy Dior chose.

A nasty and arrogant companion is far more trustworthy than a warm and enthusiastic one.

After all, with that face of his, being enthusiastic would only make people more suspicious.

It's better to play the role that others perceive you to be.

At that moment, Reggie's heart skipped a beat.

Didn't that group say there was a blond boy who would cooperate with them?

Is this how they coordinate?

He observed the other person's disdainful gaze and began to have doubts.

Before coming, he inquired about the Wayne family, and many people said that the two young masters were particularly strange:

Bruce Wayne is a weirdo, and Dio Brando is arrogant and evil.

It now appears that the rumors were true.

"Alfred, I'm talking to you."

Dior glared at the old butler with a harsh look.

"that...

'

Alfred felt somewhat uneasy.

"Young Master Dior, Reggie hasn't been having much luck lately."

As he spoke, he looked at Dio with pleading eyes.

"right."

Bruce quickly tried to smooth things over: "This is Alfred's old comrade-in-arms, Mr. Payne."

"Hmph, just bad luck?"

"Unlucky people can line up from Gotham Harbor to Arkham, how come you're so capable of finding Wayne Manor to freeload?"

Upon hearing this, Bruce had a bad feeling.

You should have been more careful.

Why is she playing herself?!

Tonic!

Sure enough, the next second.

"You're also a member of the British Special Air Service? You're a disgrace to your unit."

Dio raised his chin, his gaze sweeping over the hot cocoa in Reggie's hand. He frowned. "Why can't someone with hands and feet earn their own living? And you say you spend all your money on other things?"

Dio immediately projected his own image onto Reggie, seeing him as a drug addict just like his scumbag father.

It's too obvious.

Alfred was a little embarrassed and was about to speak in his defense when Dio silenced him with a cold look.

"Don't look at me like that, Alfred."

Dio walked to the fireplace, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Reggie with arrogance.

Reggie felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze.

He had prepared a whole host of arguments, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Bruce quickly gave Dio a look, signaling him to shut up!

Otherwise, what if the pieces we finally managed to put in get scared away?

He was still hoping Reggie would send the false information back to the Court of Owls!

"never mind."

Dio received that look and changed the subject, "Since Alfred has already pleaded for you, I'm too lazy to send you away."

He leaned closer to Reggie, his voice low: "But you better remember, after 10 p.m., don't make any noise in the hallway, it'll disturb our sleep."

After 10 PM?

Reggie paused for a moment, then glanced instinctively at the clock in the distance, his pupils contracting.

and many more?

Was he reminding me that it was okay to make a move after 10 p.m.?

Even after Dior's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, Reggie's eyes were still somewhat blank.

So they really were in cahoots with me.

The image of the blond boy's disdainful face flashed through his mind, and he felt inexplicably relieved.

Dior didn't feign friendliness like Bruce did.

He made no attempt to hide his disdain, yet he nonchalantly gave you a way out.

What an awkward yet endearing personality!

This was something Reggie had never seen before in his life.

"Reggie, Master Dior isn't usually like this."

Alfred placed his hand on Reggie's shoulder apologetically, "He just has a mean mouth, but he's a good person."

"Um."

Reggie nodded, his gaze sweeping over the boxing gloves in the hallway as he quickly made a mental calculation.

By using this incident to repay the favor by teaching them martial arts, it would be a natural way to get in touch with the two boys and learn about their habits.

"I saw boxing gloves in the hallway, right?"

"During your stay, I can give them some pointers on their fighting skills."

"You know, when I was selected by SAS, I held the record for a perfect score in the unarmed combat event."

It's just guiding two little kids; it couldn't be simpler.

However... the look in the blond boy's eyes made him feel uneasy.

"Reggie, if it's not too much trouble..."

Alfred and Bruce exchanged a glance and immediately agreed.

As Reggie's comrade-in-arms, he knew all too well just how formidable this down-on-his-luck man was.

In addition to hand-to-hand combat, Reggie is also proficient in close-quarters combat (CQB), infiltration and reconnaissance, counter-surveillance, and can even make improvised explosive devices using readily available materials in three minutes.

He can no longer coach Bruce and Dio's fighting skills; their talent far exceeds his expectations.

If Reggie were here, that would be great.

"Thank you for your help, Reggie."

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