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Giving Luke a deep look, Senator Vinci turned around and left.
Luke shook his head inwardly.
Senator Vinci wasn't stupid or bad. In this DC universe, he could already be considered a good person.
Unfortunately, her worldview had already taken shape, so she had thought that Superman should give the victims an explanation.
But now … hehe, the Dark Knight had to give the public an explanation.
But what she didn't know was that this so-called explanation was only given when someone valued you.
In the eyes of the person who had come from next door, getting rid of the bad guys, protecting ordinary people, and farming experience and credit points was all his own business. It had nothing to do with anyone else, so why should he explain it to them?
Of course, the American idiots in this world had been spoiled by "gods among men," and "gods among men." They still needed a little lesson.
Glancing at the protesters again, he got up and left.
That afternoon, Senator Vinci proposed a new bill to restrict "vigilantes."
All the major TV stations "coincidentally" began to focus their attention on Superman.
Also, Luke hadn't shown up in the past two months, the underground judge who called himself the Dark Knight, who had just appeared and was known for his brutality in Gotham City, was also dragged in as a supporting character.
But what caught everyone off guard was the dramatic turn of events that very night.
Many of the "victims" who had been used as evidence by the TV stations to win sympathy were exposed to perjury that was completely contrary to the truth.
For example, a woman who said that her parents and husband had died in the war with Superman had a lot of daily surveillance footage, which proved that she had still been shopping with these "dead" relatives last month.
A certain disabled person who insisted that he had been abandoned and didn't receive any aid used the cash donated by "kind-hearted people" to buy illegal drugs, alcohol, and prostitutes.
There were also many government officials who had solemnly condemned Superman's actions, but they were exposed for embezzling disaster relief supplies, seducing women, and even murder.
At the end of the video, the mastermind behind Bai Yin finally showed his face.
The man in the mask had a small mustache and a big mouth that was smiling weirdly. Then, the masked man said the closing words of the expose, "Justice, how many evil acts in thy name?"
The image suddenly went black, leaving only a white V that looked like a sword mark.
These videos were also accompanied by screenshots and text, which simply and straightforwardly explained all the evidence of the crime.
As long as one wasn't an ordinary person with abnormal intelligence, they would be able to understand that this was an extremely strict follow-up investigation report.
It turned into a large net, nailing these slanderers and hypocrites to the pillar of shame.
Even those who were just joining in the commotion shut their mouths guiltily.
They might not be as despicable as these people who were exposed, but when it came to "justice", they definitely did not have it.
The righteous indignation from before was purely an "atrocity" driven by the mentality of the crowd. Since everyone was doing the same thing, even if they were wrong, they were all in the wrong together. No one would blame it on me afterwards.
But now, things were different.
This masked man with code name V used the most violent and direct way to slap the cheering onlookers in the face.
What happened next made many people who were trying to attract attention shudder with fear.
After the video was released, some "celebrities" jumped out and attacked V as a shameless person and a fan of Superman's Tengu.
Then, the recordings and videos of these celebrities accepting money and talking for money were exposed.
What was even more terrifying was that the video didn't just show their "business" this time, but also other "business" in the past few months.
After a new round of videos, V once again left a concluding remark: "Justice may be late, but judgment will eventually come."
This time, the main TV stations and celebrities suddenly became "elegant and easygoing."
Whatever commentary programs, their statements were all like "we're all civilized people, so let's reason things out."
They didn't dare to do things like crazily making it clear or even inciting the emotions of the group.
Who knew what other videos V had in his hands? All of these people had dirty lower bodies.
Besides, they couldn't say what V did wrong.
After all, V didn't touch a single finger of theirs. He only publicized the bad things they had done, which was in line with their slogan of "giving truth and justice to the public."
It was very comfortable for them to kill people, but it was very painful to be played by others without being able to fight back.
That was because no one knew who V was.
Should they work harder to attack Superman and lure V out? Stop joking. It was still unknown whether or not he would be lured out, but more black material would definitely destroy the people at the front first.
It had to be known that these people who had been exposed twice in a row had also implicated more than one or two masterminds behind them.
V even exposed the black material of the masterminds behind the scenes — they were all ironclad evidence of drug dealers, murder, and other things that had no chance of turning the tables.
Thus, while there were still a lot of ordinary people clamoring about what to do with Superman or cursing V for being a coward, the mainstream media stopped deliberately guiding them for the time being.
Naturally, Luke wouldn't deal with these ordinary people who had almost no influence.
Many of them had indeed lost their family and friends, and could only blame Superman.
Otherwise, they could only blame it on the dead villains, which wouldn't help vent their emotions at all.
In short, V was targeting groups with ulterior motives, and definitely wouldn't affect the innocent.
As long as there wasn't a professional pacemaker to guide the wind, it was impossible for ordinary people to form a clear public opinion.
After all, many people had died in Superman's war, and even more people had been saved by him. Any opinion was only a small portion of the population.
A crowd that wasn't united wouldn't put pressure on a superhero at all.
Trusting the masses, mobilizing the masses, and using the masses to control the masses were Luke's traditional skills.
There was no longer a need for him to personally take action in his hometown next door. Gold Nugget, who had countless sockpuppets, took the field and led Bat Squad's hardcore fans to easily crush the troublemakers.
…
A month later, in a lakeside villa on the outskirts of Gotham.
Lord Wei, who had been busy all night, was still resting. Alfred finished sorting out the intelligence he had gathered and went to the kitchen to make lunch for his young master.
Suddenly, a voice rang out at the kitchen door. "Hello, can I have a cup of coffee first? And one of the sandwiches you're making. "
Alfred paused and slowly turned around.
Then, he saw Luke, who was leaning against the kitchen door, smile politely at him. "I've heard a lot about you, Alfred Pennyworth, the loyal butler of the Wayne family, the legendary Mr. Butler."
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