The female police officer took everyone away except Clark.
She was really a police officer, because Clark took a careful look at the work badge hanging on her chest. It had her police number on it, and judging from her tone, she was not lying.
Clark felt a little confused.
This feeling was like time sneaking away from under his nose. He seemed to have done something during that time, but he didn't seem to do it. He suspected that this was the super brain blocking something for him that he shouldn't.
Something to remember.
Clark had no choice but to start again.
As soon as he walked out of the construction site wall, he saw another person chasing another person. The person in front was a thin man, and behind him was a slightly fat blond man.
The man being chased kept screaming, but Clark thought this was understandable because the man chasing him was holding a crocodile.
Theoretically, an adult male crocodile cannot be used as a weapon by humans, because their waist strength is much greater than imagined, and it is impossible for ordinary people to restrain them.
But the crocodile had been modified, and it was covered with something that looked like a safety belt for construction. It was firmly fixed on the fat man's waist and became part of his belt.
Just when Clark wanted to stop the fat man's violent behavior, two children suddenly rushed out of a house on the roadside and started spraying the fat man with a garden hose.
The fat man became obviously angry after being drenched in water. He punched the crocodile on his body hard with his fist, causing the crocodile to open its mouth wide. He then rushed towards the garden, scaring the children away.
The child's mother seemed to have witnessed this scene from the window. She rushed out of the front door of the house at a very fast speed, stuffed a bath towel into the crocodile's bloody mouth, and slapped the fat man to the ground twice.
The thin man who had been chased and howled before turned back, took a pair of gardening shears from somewhere, cut the safety belt tied around the fat man's waist with several strokes, and grabbed the rescued crocodile and pulled it out.
Just run.
Before he ran halfway across the street, an old man who was unloading goods from the trunk stretched out a foot and tripped him. He carried the crocodile and walked to the barbecue grill in his backyard.
Clark just raised his hand, then slowly lowered it.
The mother of the child was still cursing the fat man across the courtyard wall. The fat man was lying on the ground and responded with fat lips. As a result, the mother raised her arms and her three children ran back to the room and took out a bucket.
Pack the white powder, pour it all into the bucket, use the spray gun to water the flowers again, and start spraying it on the fat man's face.
Then Clark saw the mother take out her mobile phone and say to the other end: "Hey, the police station? I want to report that someone is taking drugs and causing trouble here... Yes, it is definitely an overdose of drugs. He even bathed with drugs. Come and take a look.
Just know it.”
Clark was stunned. There would be no police station in the world for such a ridiculous reason...
Ziwa—Ziwa—
A police car drifted around a corner at a speed of at least 120 miles and stopped in front of the house. A fat, bald policeman covered in tattoos rushed out of the car, grabbed the fat man on the ground, and smelled him.
, and waved to a police officer behind him.
The police officer behind handed him a mobile phone. The fat policeman pressed a few buttons and then put it in his ear and said: "Hey, boss, the missing batch of goods was found. Someone used it to take a bath."
"Yes, the situation is very critical now. He resisted very fiercely. My subordinates are fighting bravely with him, but we are not sure we can catch him. He is a bit too crazy."
The mother who stretched her neck and looked over from behind the wall immediately opened her mouth and pinched her thumbs with her hands together, making a mouth-opening gesture. The fat police officer immediately made an "ok" gesture and said.
"It's absolutely crazy. He bit a crocodile on the street two minutes ago. I think we need to contact the animal protection organization..."
The old man in the house next door put the crocodile steak on the grill and swayed to the music.
"Yes, the whole street was full of witnesses. They all said that they had never seen such a fierce gangster in their lives. Boss, you must know that it was an adult crocodile. He chased it for two kilometers and almost chased it out.
This is our jurisdiction..."
"Yes, the new boys were very smart and didn't let him run out. The credit is definitely ours. I will call Boss Oswald right now..."
The fat policeman walked further and further away with the phone, and soon got into the police car and disappeared from Clark's sight. The so-called fat man who chased the male adult Gulf crocodile for two kilometers and bit off half of its body in one bite was left like this.
At the edge of the road.
"Want a piece?" the old man in the garden shouted to Clark, and raised the crocodile meat in his hand.
Clark shook his head.
He sighed and started walking again, but before he could walk out of the street, another stretched luxury car parked in front of the house.
The short and fat Penguin came out, waving the umbrella in his hand and shouted: "Where are the warriors who bravely chase the crocodiles? There are overcrowded crocodiles in front of my two nightclubs, and I need such warriors to solve my problems..."
Clark's super vision searched the street for the figure of the fat man just now, but he had long since disappeared. The moment he was stunned, gangsters in black suits surrounded him tightly.
Penguin squinted his eyes, illuminated him from head to toe, and said, "Reporter?"
All the thugs raised their guns.
The Penguin waved his hand and asked his bodyguard to put down his gun. He waved the umbrella in his hand and said, "I don't care what you do. You took care of that ferocious crocodile. I thought the metropolis was all soft."
Where is Dan, come with me."
Without any explanation, a group of gangsters surrounded Clark and got into the car. Clark didn't react until the car drove out of the neighborhood.
He wanted to say that he was not the so-called warrior who subdued the crocodile, but he knew that if he said so, he would have to explain to the gang boss in front of him what he had just seen.
But Clark actually didn't know how to explain it.
His current feeling is "Who am I, where am I, and what am I here to do?"
The car stopped steadily on a street in the red light district. Penguin, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned back to Clark and said, "Don't get out of the car yet."
After saying that, he pushed the door open and went out. Clark was sitting in the car and saw a group of gangsters walking out of a nightclub, holding a simple fence in their hands, which was only a little taller than him.
In front of the car door.
"Get out of the car." Penguin waved his hand, looked around and said, "Don't make any noise, don't go outside the fence."
Clark was a little confused and didn't know why he was doing this, but he still walked out.
But at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed past one side of the wall, followed by a thud, and the wall on one side was knocked down.
Clark turned around and saw that it was a powerful crocodile, charging towards the crowd with its bloody mouth open.
The time for justice finally came. Clark rolled up his sleeves and was about to subdue the crocodile. In the next second, people poked their heads out of the windows of almost the entire street, and everyone was screaming.
"Damn it! Cobot! Where did you find such a good thing?! His chest muscles can fucking explode me!"
"Oswald Cobblepot! You're a solitary eater again! Your business has expanded to the big city, and then you remembered your old buddy. You still want to hide it from us!!"
"If you don't give him to me, I will go to the Gotham Police Station to cause trouble and have them light up the bat lantern to arrest you!!"
The Penguin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He turned to them and roared: "Get out!!!"
Clark feels that crocodiles are not a major problem now, or does he doubt that crocodiles are really a problem now? Does this damn black boss have any other purpose in deceiving himself here?
"What are you doing standing still? Catch that crocodile. It must appear on my dinner table tonight!"
There must be some other purpose.
Clark turned around and left. Penguin walked up to him and stopped him and said: "Hey, young reporter from Metropolis, I advise you to stay away from the slums now..."
Clark turned around and said, "You know I won't. No matter what you hide inside, I will show them to the world truthfully."
Clark's back disappeared into the street, and Penguin muttered in a low voice: "What has the world done wrong?"
Clark flew back to the wall again, and this time he changed the entrance route, and found the cleaner who had fallen into the trash can as the man who passed by pretending to be a security guard said.
Clark fished him out of the large trash can. During the process, he found that the skinny man had a gun on his waist and a silencer.
The man coughed twice, touched his chest, and then said: "It was so close, I almost died. Did you save me? Don't worry, your efforts will not be in vain. Do you have any enemies?"
Clark looked at his thin but very stylish figure and had a bad feeling, but he still asked instinctively: "Aren't you a cleaner?"
"It seems that you are a foreigner. Cleaning is a dirty word. Or you can say that we will help you clean up anyone you don't like. Just pay."
"Then who are you here to clean up?"
"Correction, the scope of cleaning does not only include people. I am chasing a crocodile that walks on two legs. Have you seen him?"
"I've seen people walking on four legs, and someone urgently needs to clean them up. You go over there, turn left after walking through this street, and walk about 500 meters. There is a guy with a hooked nose over there who will hire you.
of."
"You saved me and introduced me to a job. You are so kind."
"I'm afraid that when you go to find that crocodile that walks on two legs, you will be chopped into ashes by the thunder elf."
After bidding farewell to the cleaner, Clark continued heading deeper into the slums. At this time, his mentality had begun to change from shock and confusion to numbness.
Clark is a person who relatively pursues procedural justice. Although the things he encountered along the way made him feel very confused, his reason told him that these people did not commit a crime.
The two people who wanted to steal the tricycle probably got into a fight over the uneven distribution of the spoils before even taking action. Stealing the urinal in the toilet was indeed considered stealing, but considering that the witness was the aunt who stuffed the switch board into her crotch,
Testimony may not be valid either.
Crocodiles are not considered protected animals in New Jersey, so the law does not stipulate that you cannot tie a crocodile to your waist. Tying a crocodile to bite someone is suspected of intentional harm and intimidation, but it did not bite, so it does not count as intentional harm.
Judging from how the thin man later picked up the crocodile and ran away, he was not afraid of the crocodile, so the threat was not valid. Therefore, the old man who grabbed the crocodile and put it on the grill was not guilty of intentional damage to the crime scene.
Although the later mother hid drugs secretly, the drugs became the weapons she used to repel the intruders. However, according to New Jersey law, powder was not included in the crime of firearms support.
The collusion between the police and the gang boss is worthy of special mention, but the speed at which the police were dispatched was much faster than that of most police stations in the metropolitan area, which is the antonym of dereliction of duty.
The biggest problem faced by the killer who fell into the trash can is that although he claims to be a killer, he can fall into the trash can, get his neck stuck in the toilet seat and almost strangle himself to death. Clark doesn't think he can.
What useful evidence can be found in his criminal history?
After thinking for a long time, Clark decided to go to the orphanage to have a look. He could not let go of the previous assault case that had occurred in Metropolis. He guessed that the situation in Gotham might be worse.
