At that moment, the weather in New York was as gloomy as the mood of some bigwigs.
In just a few days, Senator Stern was suspected of being involved in the child abduction case, and the news of tax evasion by a department head of the FBI continued to make new headlines.
When the IRS locked the department manager in a small dark room with the "internal files" and interrogated him until his face turned blue, the arrival of the Department of Homeland Security made the department manager's face even paler.
The deeds of this supervisor also spread on the Internet. Everyone understood why this supervisor wanted to evade taxes. It was because he was making money from illegal sources.
The head had used his authority to swallow up a large number of illegal drugs that he had seized in private and then sold them again.
It had always been an unsolvable problem to file tax returns with the IRS for these sales.
Even if there were all kinds of methods to launder the money, it would definitely be done once in a while.
Luke sent copies of the head's personal account book, which was hidden in a secret place, to the media and the IRS. He also sent another suspected piece of evidence to the Department of Homeland Security.
There was evidence that the FBI head was selling the illegal drugs through the Bigfoot gang.
This information wasn't made public, but compared to dealing with Batman, the mastermind behind the attack on New York's Experimentals was more important.
Thus, the FBI head's resignation was announced the next day.
As the saying went, he was reduced to ashes with the snap of a finger.
With a few clicks of Luke's fingers, the head entered the Department of Homeland Security's small dark room.
This was a government official! Luke chuckled inwardly.
A few years before the Internet was developed, he might not have been able to do all this, because as long as the other party controlled print media and television, he might be stuck at the last step if he wanted to spread any real information.
In the end, TV stations and print media needed real people to disseminate information, but the Internet didn't.
Controlling people was the government's strength, but controlling programs wasn't.
There were now tens of millions of netizens on the Internet in America. They used their computers and phones to follow current events at any time, and were no longer a group that could easily suppress their voices.
Under this pressure, the government didn't dare let more scandals surface, so they could only get rid of the problematic people first.
In the meantime, all Luke needed to do was watch.
Use the power of public opinion? I can do that too. Luke's lips curled up.
In Luke's previous life, it wasn't uncommon for people and groups to hype up something and end up burning themselves up.
If it was so easy to control public opinion, why would all the governments be so wary of it?
Therefore, when these people stirred up the commotion of the Experimentals' attack, they would have nothing to say even if a few of them drowned in the end.
Anyway, they were the ones who said that they needed someone to answer for this matter. Then, he would help them find a few people to answer for this matter. Everyone would be happy.
Look at how quickly this supervisor disappeared.
Backing, power, and social circle were all useless.
In the face of disaster, everyone hoped that the supervisor would be able to block the lightning himself. Even his accomplices hoped that he would die as soon as possible.
That was how straightforward the alliance of interests was.
Thinking about that, Luke was lost in thought as he looked at the rain outside the window.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the window. He turned around and saw Mindy's brilliant face under the pink hood.
Luke pointed at the backseat with a smile. Mindy smiled again before she opened the backseat door and got in.
Two slender figures crawled in from the other side of the car. Before they sat down, one of them greeted him. "Hi, Luke, long time no see. You're really a busy man."
Luke turned around and nodded with a smile. "Hi, Monica. Hm, there's a towel in the glove compartment. Wipe your hair. "
He then greeted the other girl. "Nikki, hello."
Nikki took the towel that Monica gave her and wiped her wet hair with a smile. "Well, long time no see. NYPD has a lot of work to do now, right? Actually, you didn't have to pick us up. "
Luke shrugged. "I've been busy for almost a month. I need to take a break. I should give you some guidance while I'm at it. Alright, let's not talk about this. Let's go have lunch first. "
Leaning against the back of his seat, Mindy immediately suggested, "How about we go to Bud's Dad's Barbecue? That's the only place to eat. "
Luke didn't say anything and waited for the three girls to come to a consensus.
He didn't want to be a contestant or a referee. It was best for him to be an experienced driver.
In the end, Mindy's suggestion was approved because she had a good reason — in any case, they wouldn't get fat if they ate too much.
Luke was cautious and skeptical about this, but it wasn't appropriate for him to say it out loud. He could only secretly make up his mind to have Damon pay attention to his daughter's balanced diet.
The muscular loli with delicate features didn't meet his expectations for Mindy at all.
After all, Angel had already fully demonstrated what a muscular female tyrannosaurus rex was. There was really no need for Mindy to take the route of strength — generally speaking, this route was very ugly.
He had come to pick the three girls up from school today because he wanted to complete his combat lessons, which were held two to four times a month.
Also, Selina was taking a break at the end of the week, and was going to spend a best friend weekend. She had already arranged to go to Blackskin with Elsa and Elizabeth.
As a man, it was clearly inappropriate for him to spend his best friend day with three women. He could only appoint Gold Nugget as his bodyguard.
He had been busy screwing people over the past month, and Mindy had already asked about the combat lessons twice.
Although there hadn't been a strict time limit at the beginning, it was clearly a breach of contract if he didn't go once a month.
It just so happened that it was raining heavily at noon today, and Mindy had called him in advance to pick her up.
Luke called Damon, and the father hummed in acknowledgment before hanging up.
The cartoonist had been inspired recently and had already started writing a new comic, which would be based on the latest attack on the Experimentals.
Also, Luke had mentioned to him that Batman wanted to license their father and daughter images in order to fund the innocent.
Damon readily agreed, and was prepared to donate all his future earnings to the foundation.
Luke rejected the idea, because the foundation wouldn't accept any external donations, including donations from Damon as the cartoonist himself.
After Luke's explanation, Damon finally understood the reason.
But Luke suggested that he wait a little longer. He could choose another similar foundation that would accept donations, or he could use the royalties to buy the rights to use Batman and the other heroes' images to complete the transition from "pirated" to "legal."
Hearing this, Damon was stunned for a long time, and was rather speechless. This guy really knew how to beat around the bush.
But this way, it would indeed be a business practice and not a charity donation, and nobody could say anything.
After all, the concept of being legal was deeply rooted in American life.
Mindy still didn't know that Luke had fleeced her pink bear image, and that the penniless black bear father was generously donating royalties.
She also didn't know that today's lunch and combat lessons were her compensation.
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