American Comics: BOSS Invasion

After calming down for a moment in his seat, Jim looked at Harvey's obviously weathered face and suddenly understood something!

This is Gotham.

That's right, no matter how dark or unreasonable, a single sentence could explain it all.

He had already made up his mind, so why was he still hesitating?

With that thought, Jim immediately relaxed.

He let out a long breath, picked up the file on the desk, and began to read it.

Regardless of what was behind the Gotham Police Department or how dark it was inside, the work on the surface was still very meticulous.

No matter what Gotham was like, it was still an economically developed port city, one of the best in the United States, and those sensationalist news reporters would not hesitate to publicize anything they caught.

Therefore, the police department paid the most attention to appearances.

He glanced at the confession, which didn't contain much, except that a survivor had described seeing something strange.

Little Cat was right, the police can't be trusted at all! They're a pile of dog shit!"

Jim raised an eyebrow: "Whoa, whoa, watch your language, kid. Even though you're not an adult yet, that's not an excuse for you to say whatever you want. Even if I think the same way in my heart, I would never say it out loud."

Mikey was a little surprised, not expecting a police officer to say such a thing.

He shook his head: "I've had enough of you. What do you want?"

"Tell me the whole story!"

Jim gestured and beckoned a uniformed police officer to open the door to the detention room.

Jim led Mikey to a bench, and frowned when he saw the thick bloodstains under his nose, pulling out a tissue and handing it to him.

"Do you know how that homeless man died? He was a war veteran!"

Mikey said, "That night, a group of us homeless kids were gathered around a fire when a bus suddenly arrived. A man and a woman got off, claiming to be from a homeless children's aid organization and offering free food.

As soon as they saw the sandwiches, everyone went up to get one, but at that moment, the woman with glasses, who looked like a dormitory supervisor, suddenly pulled out a foot-long needle from her clothes and secretly pricked them in the back.

I saw with my own eyes that Zeb and Smoko fell down like that, not knocked down, but completely losing consciousness in a matter of seconds.

Then the woman shot the homeless man. I was almost scared to death at the time and ran away quickly, but they were too fast, and I still got pricked. Look at my back, there's still a clear scar!"

As he spoke, Mikey turned around and pulled down his collar to show Jim.

Jim leaned in for a look and, sure enough, there was a needle mark, but it was exaggeratedly large.

Was he telling the truth?

This Mikey might not be an adult yet, but his criminal record was already several pages long, including theft, robbery, and intentional injury. Should he believe someone like that?

Thinking this, his eyes betrayed his thoughts.

Mikey immediately became angry and stood up, saying, "It's that look again. You don't believe me at all, do you? I knew you cops weren't good for anything. What a waste of breath!

Listen to me one last time, whether you believe it or not, this isn't the first time. In the past few weeks, more than a dozen homeless children from nearby streets have disappeared for no reason. No one knows why.

But I know now, they were all kidnapped by human traffickers."

"Is there anyone who can prove what you're saying is true?"

"Little Cat, she ran away too. She was there at the scene and saw everything!"

Seeing him getting more and more agitated, Jim quickly soothed him: "Okay, okay, I understand. I hope what you're saying is true. I'll investigate it myself. If I find out you're deliberately lying, you'll immediately lose my trust. Believe me, in this city, if you want to continue to be a homeless person in peace, losing my trust will have serious consequences!"

Amid the fat man's disdainful expression, Jim signed his name on the file and bailed the fat man out in his own name.

Returning to his seat, Jim threw the file aside.

Harvey asked, "How's it going? Any clues?"

"It still needs investigation, but if what that kid said is true, then there must be a group of people collecting homeless children nearby recently."

Jim shook his head and said, "I've already arranged for Mikey to create a portrait. After it's done, I'll issue a wanted order first and see."

Harvey shook his head: "Buddy, don't be delusional. That thing has never worked."

"I know, but we still have to try!"

Jim got up and said, "You keep an eye on this case for a while, I have something to go out for!"

"Go do what?"

"Investigate the case!" Jim waved his hand and walked away.

Investigating the case was investigating the case, but it wasn't this case.

After a big explosion at Arkham Asylum, the Gotham Police Department lost half its manpower, but the number of cases never decreased, and everyone was very busy.

They simply didn't have time to take care of other people's affairs.

When he went into the office just now, Jim originally wanted to ask the police commissioner for assistance, but he didn't expect to hear something he shouldn't have.

About Police Inspector Billy.

Although he didn't know who the chief was talking to on the phone, he knew that Police Inspector Billy was definitely in danger.

With no one to turn to for help, he could only rely on himself.

He needed to prepare as soon as possible. If he guessed correctly, the police inspector would definitely not survive tonight.

He drove straight home, where Barbara, wearing a light blue dress, was sitting on the bay window, her swan-like neck snow-white and alluring, her long legs crossed, exuding a charming feminine aura.

"Jim, you're back?" Barbara was pleasantly surprised to see her boyfriend.

Since coming to the new city, he had been busy with work all day and hadn't spent much time with her.

Unfortunately, Jim was preoccupied and had no mind to ponder these subtle emotional changes.

He just agreed and walked straight into the bedroom and lifted the bed board.

"What are you doing?" Barbara asked in surprise.

Jim dragged out a large box, opened it, and looked at the dark and shiny parts inside. He gently stroked them, picked up the funnel-shaped scope, and was silent for a moment, saying, "It seems like I have to use this thing!"