This was Luke's overt scheme.
He knew that Amanda Walker wouldn't dare step forward to protect these informants, because what she had these gangsters do couldn't be exposed at all.
Based on the evidence he provided, there was no doubt that the gangsters couldn't escape.
Secondly, most of the crimes fell on the gangsters under Amanda's control.
These people were basically the backbone of the gang.
Relying on Amanda's support, they killed a few competitors and made a small fortune. They sat in some key positions in the gang, which made it easier for Amanda to do things.
These people weren't officials. They didn't even know Amanda's face or identity.
With the evidence Luke had voluntarily provided, these dozen or so people were all convicted of multiple felonies.
He wanted to openly use NYPD and the New York D.A. to nail them down. He didn't have to kill them himself.
Amanda Walker didn't want to make a big deal out of this, or attract too much attention.
Any intelligence agency with the slightest bit of ability would know about this. She didn't want to be targeted by these nominal colleagues.
Besides, the price of getting these people out would be enough to break her down and expose her existence.
Thus, she could only watch as these useful lackeys went to jail and turned into useless trash.
Luke was telling Amanda Walker: I like to see you grit your teeth, but you can only crouch in a corner.
The Department of Defense was awesome, and so was the Advanced Joint Research Team. They were so awesome that Flegg had looked as if it had been a piece of cake for Luke to join them.
Flegg had this confidence, because the Advanced Joint Research Team was really confident.
If only one or two people had been arrested this time, Amanda might not have needed to show up. She could just get someone to drop a few hints to NYPD's higher-ups, and they would be released.
But a hundred felons, tens of millions of dollars in loot, and a lot of follow-up clues would turn NYPD and the New York D.A. into wolves that had bitten their prey.
What Department of Defense? What secret agency? If they had the ability, they could bring out the official documents.
Even if they did bring out the official documents, the New York police would do their best to stall for time.
The credit and money were there. Why should they give it to the Department of Defense? When did the Department of Defense start hiring gangsters?
If they wanted to take it, they had to pay the price.
But no one was willing to pay the price of getting a hundred felons out at once.
And this was only the first stage.
Tomorrow, more than twenty gangs that had worked with Amanda would be in trouble.
These gangs were also related to the eleven gangs. Some of Amanda's missions were completed through their cooperation.
Tip them off? Hehe, Luke had his eyes on these gangs.
The more Amanda did, the more she exposed.
Even if she was careful not to inform him personally, the person who helped her to inform him would not be able to escape.
This was the power of an open conspiracy.
The opponent could only choose how much to lose, not whether to lose or not.
Of course, it wasn't because Luke was smart, but because Amanda couldn't be seen in public.
If it was an official official of the Ministry of Defense, it would be more effective to expose them for tax evasion.
…
In a certain underground base, Flegg, who had been tossing and turning and had trouble falling asleep, was woken up to answer the phone.
He picked up the phone and said a few words. Amanda hung up the phone in a hurry.
Amanda told him to check the team immediately, especially those who had carried out arrest missions in New York before. He had to make sure that they hadn't exposed their identities during those missions.
Flegg had a premonition and asked, but Amanda didn't reply.
But he clearly didn't have to worry too much about it, because while his teammates were gathering to check, another deputy captain called.
This deputy captain was on good terms with him, and was here to exchange information.
What Flegg couldn't get rid of was the question that Batman had asked him yesterday.
So, he asked his friend, "Does it have something to do with Batman?"
"Huh?" Reminded of something, the deputy captain suddenly remembered something. "Wait, before I returned to the base just now, a friend in New York called me and said that Batman and the black catgirl crippled hundreds of New York gangs in one go as if they were on drugs …"
At this point, he paused.
As the most populous metropolis in America, New York was a gathering place for people from all over the world. They had all led teams there on missions.
After so many times, they would occasionally need the help of local gangsters.
In the past, they hadn't investigated the matter. After all, in a secret organization like this, people who were overly curious would die very quickly.
But now, Amanda's orders and Batman's actions seemed to point to one possibility: Batman was looking for trouble with the research team.
Flegg didn't ask again. He didn't need a 100% answer to this question.
Did Batman need to give Flegg a reason? Obviously, there was no need.
"Do a good investigation. You'd better pray that your subordinates aren't doing anything through the New York gangs, or else …" Flegg didn't finish, because he wasn't sure what would happen.
In any case, he wouldn't be able to be a complete person for the rest of his life, but he would probably be crippled in all four limbs and paraplegia at most.
While Flegg was exchanging information in private, Amanda was also very busy.
She was in her forties and was wearing a business suit. She had a strong face, a medium height, and curly hair typical of African Americans.
Although she was a civilian now, she had been fighting on the front lines for several years, and still exercised to a certain standard. She was quite strong, but not fat.
In front of her was a phone, and not far away was a thin young man who was operating a virtual screen.
Hanging up the phone again, she asked casually, "Are you sure those guys didn't leave anything on the Internet?"
The thin young man's eyes were closed and he was wearing a weird helmet. All kinds of images and data flashed quickly on the virtual screen.
A moment later, the images on the virtual screen stopped. He heaved a sigh of relief and opened his eyes. "Okay, I've searched. I didn't miss anything."
Looking at Amanda's grave expression, he added, "But if those guys copied some videos in private and didn't upload them to the Internet, there's nothing I can do. You know that I'm only in charge of the Internet. I can't wipe someone else's memory remotely. "
Amanda nodded. She was well aware of that.
However, those gangsters were all idiots. She didn't think they had the brains to do that.
In fact, the thin young man had found very little information on the Internet. Those gangsters basically didn't have the concept of network backups.
The thin young man didn't say anything else.
That wasn't all he was worried about.
He was the one who had dealt with the last explosion. In the end, two people had been tracking him down online.
They were probably Batman and Iron Man.
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