However, capturing the Smiths was just the beginning.

In order to get back as soon as possible, Vivi, driving the Bella, contacted her subordinates to pick up the former mayor and his family, and then Superman took her back.

When Superman was still in the air, she felt the coolness coming from her side. The man used his freezing breath to freeze the burning town hall. The dusty prison guard who was trying to put out the fire rushed over. Without time to wipe the sweat off his face, he reported to Betty Wen who had just landed: "Warden, the fire started in the study. We are searching the account books..."

However, since the fire started in the study, the result is predictable.

After working for most of the day, when it was past noon, Superman had already left, and the warden, Commissioner Gordon, and Winster gathered at the now empty South Hinckley Police Station - all the original local police officers in South Hinckley were locked up in the police station because it was uncertain which of them were involved in the drug trade and which were not.

Winster didn't say much, and it was mainly Gordon and the warden who were negotiating.

"There has never been any charge that can be brought against the entire town. Among these 4,000 people there are old people and children," Gordon said with a frown that could kill a fly. "If we lock them up for a day, it will cause problems in public opinion. Even if they are murderers, the old people and children have immunity."

"I agree to release the children, but only those under the age of five. They can be sent to temporary shelters. The orphanage invested by Mr. Wayne is willing to accept them. As for the elderly," the warden looked at him, "the oldest boy we rescued is eight years old. Do you know what this means?"

This means that an innocent woman was kept underground for at least nine years.

And those "old people", what were they doing nine years ago?

"This matter is too big," Wenster interrupted, "We must wait for the mayor to arrange for it to be handled."

The three men worked all night, but the account book was not rescued. However, the entire town hall was demolished, and no account book was found after digging deep underground. The warden went to ask the former mayor, who was a prisoner, some questions, but Winster and Gordon pretended not to see the blood on the corner of her clothes.

But the warden was also helpless——

The ledgers were indeed burned.

Hal Smith was indeed a decisive guy. He blew up the mine when he needed to, and abandoned the town when he needed to flee. He didn't even think of keeping any files when he burned the account books... If he hadn't met the mayor, he would have fled to Canada long ago.

However, a mask was found in his home, which was given by Black Mask.

The mayor has connections with the Black Mask, but he is the only one who knows that his business is related to the Black Mask. The other party will provide protection in secret, and the mayor needs to hand over part of the profits to the Black Mask.

The problem now is——

"I can torture him into admitting all this, but he will definitely regret it in court," the warden moved his stiff shoulders, "if he wants to survive."

If they only admit that the South Hinckley drug gang was their own behavior, then under the protection of the Gotham law, there will be no problem, at most life imprisonment. But if they admit that it is related to the black mask and admit the line of foreign sales, then after some operations, their heads will fall on foreign soil.

Vivi confirms that Bruce Wayne is willing to help with the operation, but they are stuck at the evidence gathering stage.

As for the city's public opinion, even Gordon said: "It's best to suppress this matter, don't let public opinion ferment, don't let reporters report it... It's not good for Gotham."

People will not remember that a large drug gang was caught in Cotam. They will only remember that there is a place in Cotam where the whole town is producing and selling drugs. Therefore, Cotam is equated with a drug den and is the Mexico of the United States.

Even if something like this happened in other cities, it might not be reported, or the public might speak out, but the authorities would refuse to acknowledge it - even if the mayor did so, everyone would understand.

——Who would want the city they live in and love to be misunderstood and brought shame because of these scum and chaos, garbage that is worth shooting down a hundred times?

The warden looked at the two of them and said nothing more.

…

Jane felt the soft mattress beneath her, much softer than it had been next to the gargoyle, but she was immediately awakened.

The nurse who was wiping her body was stunned for a moment, then patted her shoulder soothingly.

Bright lights, the smell of disinfectant, and a quiet atmosphere. She lay back down on the bed. Her rigid mind turned a few more times before she realized that she was in the hospital.

When she first came into contact with the light, tears welled up in her eyes because of the stinging pain. But even so, Jane sat up suddenly. She grabbed the nurse's hand and wanted to speak, but she found that because she had not communicated with anyone for a long time, she became anxious and could only utter a single word: "Son! Son——"

Her son! Her baby is not with her!

The nurse was hurt by the pulling, but she still tried to smile at her soothingly: "The child is next door. He is not in good health. Don't worry, he is next door. You can visit him anytime."

This is the hospital, Jane said to herself, I am saved, this is the hospital, everything will be fine, everything will be fine, I am saved.

She lay down again, but her body was still a little stiff, as if she was ready to jump out of bed and run away at any time. During this time, Jane turned her head and found other familiar people lying on other beds. She relaxed a little. The nurse kept comforting her softly, and Jane fell asleep again in a daze.

She was too tired and would fall asleep as soon as she relaxed.

After leaving the ward, the nurse went into the bathroom to wash her hands and took off her gloves and sleeves. There were pinch marks and teeth marks on her forearms and the back of her hands.

Jane didn't know that her reaction was the best of all the others because at least she had no language barriers, while the others, probably because they had been tortured for too long, had some of their eyes blinded and would kick, hit and grab anyone who approached them, including the nurses who were giving them injections.

After washing and disinfecting her hands, the nurse gritted her teeth and put her equipment back on, then she heard faint crying coming from the cubicle.

——The one crying was her colleague Lina.

"What happened?" the nurse asked quickly, "Did you encounter a difficult patient, or..."

"No, nothing at all," Lina shook her head, sobbing softly, "I just... I can't stand... the genitals of the patients I take care of are already rotten..."

The two looked at each other in silence. The nurse lowered her head, touched the forehead of this empathetic silly girl with her forehead, and then patted her shoulder: "Go back."

After finishing the hard work in the morning, the nurse in her early thirties asked for leave. Even though the hospital was so busy, the head nurse took one look at her and approved her leave anyway.

After leaving the hospital, she hurried to the town hall.

When she pushed open the door of the conference room, her colleagues had already arrived.

——Colleagues in the “New Parliament”.

Among them were workers, railway dispatchers, and small police officers in a certain area. They all had their own formal jobs, and even if they joined this new group organized by the mayor, they did not quit their current jobs.

As for the group's "speaker", it is not the mayor, but the AI ​​gentleman with a British accent. When they were discussing how to reform the East District, these young and mature people, ranging in age from 22 to 45, knew that it was an AI who was in charge of reviewing their agenda. However, they could not disrespect Jar for this.

The real parliament never cares what the people at the bottom are thinking, while the new parliament is led by AI, reviewed by AI, and composed of members at the bottom. They gather together when needed, and return to their own lives and continue their ordinary missions when their opinions are no longer needed.

This gave the nurse a sense of simple mutual assistance. She was using her own strength to help others, and those "others" were just ordinary people like her.

We can change this city, she did it herself, and she believed it.

"The problem facing the city of Gotham now is..." one of the "companions" began, "how to deal with the aftermath of South Hinckley."

…

In the movies, the protagonist punishes the criminals and sends them to the police, who are often a step behind. The movies never show the follow-up content, such as how the police should make the criminals surrender, how they should deal with the victims, how they should comfort their families, how they should enforce compensation, and what kind of life the criminals will live in prison... It seems that all life needs is a hero, and the lone hero will save everything. As for the criminals defeated by him and the people hurt by the criminals, they are all in the past. The hero needs to rush to the next battlefield, and there are always people who are still injured and need heroes to appear.

But Clark Kent didn't think so, so he became a reporter.

Clark Kent is a reporter for the Daily Planet. He has been a war correspondent, won a Pulitzer Prize, and reported countless real crimes. Everyone who knows him thinks he is an upright and kind person.

Clark Kent, also known as Kal-El, is an orphan from Krypton, an alien, and also the most famous superhero on earth, Superman.

Superman guards Metropolis and Batman is stationed in Gotham. They both belong to the Justice League and are partners and former opponents. Therefore, Superman rarely interferes with what happens in Gotham because he knows that his partner will solve everything and he believes in Batman.

However, just because Superman doesn't intervene doesn't mean reporter "Clark Kent" won't intervene.

He brought his young apprentice picked up from the Gotham Daily News to South Hinckley. While driving, he seemed to hear something, and a rare smile appeared on his face, which had been very serious because of the South Hinckley incident.

Peter Parker, an intern at the Gotham Daily, glanced over his shoulder sharply.

One of the most powerful superheroes in the world, who possesses super hearing, managed to hear the conversation inside the South Hinckley Police Station from such a distance.

"Gotam is a crime capital, everyone knows it. It's a dangerous and prosperous city, and its security and reputation are already shit," said the familiar female voice. "We can't get much worse, and even if we suppress things, someone will always know the truth. The nurses who take care of the patients will know, the prison guards who watch over the prisoners will know, and everyone involved will know. In this case, why not take this opportunity to put the crime in the sun to dry--"

"Let them know that in Gotam, crime will be punished and the police will protect all innocent people."

“Always.”