Resisting the urge to complain, Luke asked, "Where's Skye? Have you been taken to the community dormitory? How's Charlie? "
Raqael said, "Yes. I was the smart one. I directly told her your name, boss. The little beauty asked me a few questions before she believed me. Charlie's fine. The little beauty showed mercy. His dick is only slightly swollen. It'll be fine in three days at most. "
Luke was lost for words. You're a fool too.
Not interested in chatting with Raqael, Luke didn't reply.
Charlie was an idiot? Blame it on his bad luck. It was his fault for being stupid.
If Luke didn't know how much power he had accumulated in these teenagers' hearts, he would have thought that Charlie was up to no good.
After all, the African American community had become synonymous with cancer!
…
It was July, and New York was finally getting hotter.
The news of Batman and the black catgirl working together to clean up the gangs in New York gradually died down.
Firstly, these gangs couldn't be seen in public. None of them could fight.
Secondly, Batman and the black catgirl were extremely efficient in this clean-up operation, and basically weren't caught on camera by the TV reporters.
After that, it was no longer interesting to interview the unlucky hoodlums in the orthopedic department.
Nobody was interested in listening to the complaints of these bad guys, unless they were especially miserable.
After a series of reports, the onlookers all understood a rule: the harder Batman hit someone, the more guilty that person would be.
For example, a core member with more than twenty fractures was found to have been involved in human trafficking and organ theft for a long time, and had been involved in more than five cases.
Naturally, the NYPD officers also knew about this legend.
Although it wasn't a good look, the interrogators focused on the seriously injured gang members.
A series of major cases were implicated, and one or two lives were commonplace.
New York's underworld, which should have been in turmoil, was surprisingly quiet this time.
No gang took the opportunity to start a fight and swallow up territory.
On the contrary, the big shots of the various gangs disappeared, and many of them had even gone to other states to hide.
Although the territory was good, they had to have bodies to enjoy it.
It was a little difficult for a disabled person to keep his position as a boss.
Law and order in New York also improved to a certain extent.
There were still petty thefts, but there was a significant decrease in violence.
The only thing that hurt a lot of people was that the price of illegal drugs had risen again.
After Batman appeared in New York, the price of illegal drugs in Manhattan had risen continuously. Previously, it had reached two or three times the price of other areas.
Many people had to drive to Queens and Brooklyn to make their purchases.
This time, even these two large districts could not hold on any longer. The prices had also risen by two or three times, and it was still very difficult to find a seller.
These were just the feelings of ordinary buyers.
As for the looters, there was another piece of news that had recently spread.
When the Mexican cartels heard that the price of goods in New York was rising, they felt that the opportunity to make a fortune had arrived. Two cartels each sent a large batch of goods over.
In the end … two batches of goods totaling five tons were swept clean by the disabled traffickers who had been left to NYPD.
It was said that the bosses of the two cartels in Mexico had declared that they would kill Batman and Catwoman.
The gangsters in New York only chatted about the news that had been spread among the gangs, but none of them dared to say that Batman and Catwoman were dead for sure.
Was the Mexican cartel powerful? Amazing.
They already controlled more than 30% of Mexico. If it wasn't for the fact that the whole world didn't allow it, they would have overthrown the Mexican government long ago and become the government themselves.
But in New York, the Mexican cartel was just a little brother. At most, they would occasionally kill a few gang members as a demonstration.
Could they be as intimidating as Batman who could easily cripple a hundred people? Obviously not.
Bragging was a hobby of the gang members. Many bosses did it, and there had to be a legend that fit their persona, such as who they used as fertilizer or who they threw into the dock to feed the fish.
But Batman never bragged. He would let all the criminals see what he wanted to do, and that would definitely be the case.
Reporters and news channels across America could testify.
The gangs in New York and Los Angeles wouldn't be overjoyed unless the Mexican cartel really killed Batman.
Now, nobody dared to say anything about Batman.
The gangs in New York already had an unwritten rule, and that was: never boast about killing Batman.
That was because several of the idiotic bosses of the gangs had been beaten up and sent to the hospital in less than three days, and it was Batman and Catwoman who had done it together.
This made it clear to the gangsters in New York that Batman was actually a narrow-minded person.
Luke knew about this rumor, but what could he do?
Selina was the one who had set these targets, and he was in despair.
If it were him, he would at least let those bigshots run wild a little more, then gather a bunch of idiots who weren't afraid of going to the hospital and send them to the hospital together.
It was really inefficient to fight whoever they saw, but Selina liked it.
During this period of time, Luke and Selina didn't take on any new cases because of the body disposal case.
They definitely weren't slacking off.
They had to search the sewers in Brooklyn every other day, which was a lot dirtier than being a detective.
Any NYPD officer would be paid enough to search the sewers for three hours every other day, and nobody would do it.
While searching the sewers, Luke and Selina ran into some criminals.
Compared with the surveillance cameras on the surface, the sewers were a different world.
The darkness and isolation of this world changed many people's mindsets.
Theft and robbery were almost commonplace here, and murder wasn't uncommon either.
The most outrageous of them all was when Selina crippled a man when he tried to force his way in.
In the end, in the system's judgment of good and evil, this person was actually extremely evil from red to black.
Luke simply took the guy away and interrogated him for a few minutes before killing him.
The system immediately offered a high price of 3,000 experience and credit points.
A conservative estimate was that this person had taken at least dozens of lives, and he specifically killed women.
One of the victims was suspected to be a female homeless person who Skye had mentioned in the sewers.
Selina was a little disappointed by the news. "So, we're not looking for a man-eating monster or a gang that steals and sells organs, but just a homicidal maniac?"
Pondering for a moment, Luke shook his head. "He said himself that his main targets are women. Of the dozen or so homeless people that Skye mentioned who are suspected to be missing, only three are women. The others are old men and black men. "
Selina was deep in thought. "That's true. He doesn't like old men, and he might not be able to beat strong black men. So, do we still have to keep investigating? "
Luke shrugged. "The case can only be done in passing. After all, there are thousands of unsolved cases in the old case files in the last ten years. We're not God. We can only do as much as we can. "
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