"His code name is 'Bishop'!" The leader shouted firmly. Roy was stunned, and there weren't many things that could make him stunned.

"You're lying!" Roy shouted, "'The Bishop' is finished!"

The unconsciously increased force in Roy's hand made the man snort again, and said again and again: "But...... I promise! He was said to have left the Met a while ago, but soon he returned! Now that we are all under his command, and the entire Metropolis's criminal network is under his jurisdiction, it's true! If you don't believe me, ask the others, and everyone will know who we are under orders!"

Roy gritted his teeth, punched the snot and tearful guy on the head, and turned to walk towards the door.

The people outside the gate saw the demonic plague god coming towards them, and hurriedly scattered in all directions, as if the people had consciously made way for the king. Ignoring the men, Roy strode out of their way, raised his hand and shot a zipline into the night.

Barbara followed closely and pulled out her rope gun, pulling the bat rope and following her.

"Wait!" Barbara leaped up to Roy and asked, "What now?"

Roy stared at her for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "Simple. I thought that after the last round with me, he would be looking for some new thrill instead of continuing to play his tired crime game, but I didn't expect him to be so low-end. Since he's trying to go back to the Metropolis to redevelop and accumulate stronger abilities, that's good, I'll crush his new plan in the cradle this time. ”

He walked past Barbara and continued to raise his hand to shoot the zipline: "The primary purpose of tonight has changed. Let's deal with the 'bishop' first, and the matter of the poison ivy girl can be slowed down. ”

The "comfortable" life of the major gangsters in the metropolis was shattered tonight.

Two bats visited the Metropolis tonight, and they swept through every stronghold like crazy. Until 3 a.m., in addition to the nightclub, there was a casino, a money-laundering art museum, an illegal weapons storage site in the South Side, and a smuggling ferry.

Throughout the night, Roy broke an unknown number of bones and asked countless people, but none of them knew any valuable clues about the bishop.

At half past three, the two returned to the hotel. The day's journey was already tiring enough, and at night it was so busy that Barbara fell asleep almost as soon as she sat down.

The next day, Barbara woke up in bed with a white sheet.

She rubbed her eyes and saw Roy, who was still sitting at the table, which was full of threads and photographs that seemed to represent the connections between threads.

"What time is it?" Barbara's sleepy eyes glared at the morning light shining through the curtains.

"Six o'clock, or seven o'clock, I don't care." Roy turned around and said, "Still, I think I have a clue." ”

"Oh?" Barbara scratched her head and found that her hair seemed to be messy, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

However, Roy's attention was completely off her hair, and he continued, "Last night, someone confided that not long ago, the bishop had given a mission to assassinate a person, and the mission had been completed. This person's name ......"

He took a picture from the table and threw it on the bed. Barbara tried her best to pick up the picture he threw and looked at it.

A black-haired man is grinning at the camera, revealing a mouthful of beautiful white teeth.

"His name is Charles Bobby." "His job before his death was very interesting, he was a member of the Landmark Preservation Council. Have you ever heard that the metropolis is also quite a rich city? Last night I made up the history and found out that there are so many parts of the Metropolis that I didn't know about. ”

Barbara wondered, "Well, I can't keep up with your mind a bit. Does this have anything to do with the deceased's job or the reason for the killing?"

"Absolutely." "The landmark preservation council that this gentleman was a member of during his lifetime is tasked with reviewing and deciding on the landmark status of any historic building in the city. They decide whether a building has such qualifications, and therefore whether the building can be legally demolished. ”

After a pause, he added: "I checked the recent work records of the council last night and made some interesting discoveries. Last week, a historic museum in the Met was under scrutiny. The museum is so rich in heritage that a columnist for the daily planet wrote that the attempt to remove the museum from landmark status was in itself 'ridiculous'. Pak Du Sue: However, it was this ridiculous move that won incredible support. Guess what's in there?"

"What did the bishop do?" Barbara asked, "What does he want to do with this museum?"

"I don't know." Roy shook his head, "But I believe I've noticed something wrong. The landmark review was launched three times, and the first one was overwhelmingly opposed to the destruction of the artifacts. With each subsequent review, more and more people changed their views, and in the most recent review, the votes for and against were almost equal. Mr. Charles Bobby, who held the decisive vote, unfortunately died of a heart attack the night before the vote. Look, isn't it a coincidence?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you said you don't believe in coincidences."

Roy nodded, "I really don't believe it." The bishop wanted this man to die, and the dead man had this vital vote in his hands. The only thing I don't understand is why the bishop didn't use Mr. Bobby's family to coerce him into casting the opposite vote. Rather than killing him altogether, coercion and manipulation is the method chosen by the Episcopal Church. ”

Barbara continued to scratch her head: "Maybe...... He's trying new things?"

"Unlikely." Roy shook his head, and continued, "Still, I have something else to discover. At each time, members who changed positions during the review received a municipal grant for a project related to home renovation. And each of these projects is made up of ......"

He took another picture from the table and threw it on the bed. （w．． co)

“…… Rolls Beach is in charge. He continued, "Strange isn't it? Rouse is a construction magnate, why would his name appear on such a small project? And if you look closely at the amount of municipal appropriations, you will find that the amount of money is simply frightening. ”

"Bribes." Barbara frowned.

"It couldn't be more obvious." Roy nodded, "But for the information background involving a big guy like the Met, I didn't dig deep in one night. Luckily, in the course of my investigation, I found out that someone was just as eyeing this big guy as I was, and I believe that as a native of Metropolis, she probably has more information than me, so I plan to talk to her today. ”

"She?" Barbara frowned and asked.

"Not bad. Remember what I just told you, the reporter at the Daily Planet who wrote an article criticizing the absurdity of trying to remove the museum's landmark?" Roy said, "Louise Lane, this is the journalist we're going to meet. ", update first, full text, no pop-ups