The policewoman took everyone away, except Clark.

She really was a cop, because Clark took a close look at the work sign she hung on her chest, which had her siren on it, and judging by her tone, she wasn't lying.

Clark was at a loss.

It felt like time had slipped out from under his nose, he seemed to have done something in the meantime, but he didn't, and he suspected that the superbrain was shielding him from something he shouldn't remember.

Clark had no choice but to start again.

As soon as he stepped out of the construction wall, he saw another man running after another person, a thin man in front and a slightly obese blonde guy in the back.

The man who was being chased kept screaming, but Clark thought it was understandable because the man chasing him was holding a crocodile in his hand.

Theoretically, an adult male crocodile cannot be used as a weapon by humans, because their waist strength is much greater than expected, and it is impossible for ordinary people to restrain them.

But the crocodile was modified, and it was wrapped around what seemed to be a construction seat belt, which was firmly fastened to the fat man's waist and became part of his belt.

Just as Clark was about to go up and stop the fat man's violent behavior, two more children suddenly rushed out of a house on the side of the road and began to spray the fat man with a water pipe for watering flowers in the garden.

The fat man, visibly angry after being dung, smacked the crocodile with his fist, causing the crocodile to open its mouth wide and rushed towards the garden, scaring the children away.

The child's mother, who seemed to have witnessed this from the window, rushed out of the main entrance of the house with great speed, shoved a bath towel into the crocodile's bloody mouth, and slapped the fat man to the ground with two slaps.

And the thin man who had been chased and screamed before turned back again, took a pair of gardening scissors from nowhere, cut the seat belt that the fat man tied to his waist in three strokes and two times, grabbed the rescued crocodile and ran away.

Before he could run half the street, an old man unloading from the trunk tripped him over with one foot and carried the crocodile to the barbecue grill in his backyard.

Clarke's hand just lifted and slowly lowered it again.

The child's mother was still cursing the fat man through the courtyard wall, and the fat man was lying on the ground, and the fat lips were colored, but the mother waved her arms, and her three children ran back to the room and took out a bag of white powder, poured it all into the bucket, and brought the spray gun for watering the flowers again, and began to snort at the fat man's face.

Then Clark saw the mother take out her phone and say to the other end, "Hey, the police department?" I'm going to report someone here who is taking drugs and making trouble...... Yes, it was definitely an overdose, he even took a shower with drugs, you can just come and see it. ”

Clark froze in place, there would not be a police department in this world that would ...... for such a ridiculous reason

Ziwa - Ziwa -

A police car stopped in front of the house at a speed of at least 120 mph, and a bald fat policeman covered in tattoos rushed out of the car, grabbed the fat man on the ground, sniffed him, and waved at a police officer behind him.

The police officer in the back handed him a mobile phone, and the fat policeman pressed a few buttons and put it in his ear and said, "Hey, boss, the lost batch of goods has been found, and someone used it to take a bath." ”

"Yes, the situation is critical right now, he is resisting very much, my subordinates are fighting valiantly with him, but we are not sure that we can catch him, he is a little too crazy."

The mother, who was looking at this side with her neck stretched behind the wall, immediately opened her mouth wide, put her four fingers together and pinched her thumbs, and made a bloody gesture, and the fat police officer immediately made an "ok" gesture and said.

"It's crazy, he bit a crocodile in the street two minutes ago, I think we need to contact the animal protection organization......"

The old man in the next house shook his body to the music as he put the crocodile steak on the grill.

"Yes, the whole street is full of eyewitnesses, they all say that they have never seen such a fierce gangster in their lives, chief, you must know that it is an adult bay crocodile, he chased it for two kilometers, and it is almost out of our jurisdiction......"

"Yes, the new lads are very clever, they didn't let him out, the credit is definitely ours, I'll call Boss Oswald right now......"

The fat policeman took the phone and walked farther and farther, and soon got into the police car and disappeared from Clark's field of vision, and the fat man who chased the male adult bay crocodile for two kilometers and bit off half of its body was thrown on the side of the road.

"A piece?" The old man in the garden shouted at Clark and raised the crocodile meat in his hand.

Clark shook his head.

He sighed and took another step, but before he could get out of the street, another stretch luxury car stopped in front of the house.

The stocky penguin man walked out, waving his umbrella and shouting, "Where are the warriors who bravely pursued the crocodiles?" My two nightclubs are infested with crocodiles, and I need such a warrior to help me out......"

Clark's super vision searched the street for the figure of the fat man just now, but the other party was long gone, and at the moment he was stunned, the gangster in a black suit surrounded him tightly.

The penguin man squinted, slapped him from head to toe, and said, "Reporter? ”

All the thugs raised their guns.

The penguin man waved his hand to let his bodyguard put down his gun, he waved the umbrella in his hand, and said, "I don't care what you do, that fierce crocodile is your solution, I thought the metropolis was a soft egg, come with me." ”

Needless to say, a group of gangsters surrounded Clark and got into the car, and it wasn't until the car drove out of the block that Clark reacted.

He wanted to say that he wasn't the so-called warrior who subdued the crocodile, but he knew that if he did, he would have to explain to the gang boss in front of him what he had just seen.

But Clark didn't really know how to explain it.

His feeling now is "Who am I, where am I, what am I here for?" ”

The car stopped steadily on a street in the red light district, and the penguin man sitting in the passenger seat turned to Clark and said, "Don't get out of the car yet." ”

After saying that, he pushed the door and went down, and Clark sat in the car and saw a group of gangsters come out of a nightclub, still pulling the simple fence in their hands, almost a little higher than him, all the way to the door.

"Get out of the car." The penguin man waved his hand, looked left and right, and said, "Don't make a sound, don't go out of the wall." ”

Clark was a little dazed and didn't know why he was doing this, but he walked out anyway.

But at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed behind one side of the wall, followed by a bang, and the wall on one side was directly knocked down.

Clark turned his head to see that it was a large, strong crocodile, rushing into the crowd with its mouth wide open.

When the time finally came to get justice, Clark rolled up his sleeves and was about to subdue the crocodile, but in the next second, someone was poking out of the windows of almost the entire street, and everyone was screaming at this side.

"Fuck! Copote! Where did you get such good goods?! His pectoral muscles can fucking blow me up! ”

"Oswald Copote! You're fucking eating alone again! Your business has been carried out in the metropolis, only to remember your old buddy, you still want to hide from us!! ”

"If you don't give him to me, I'll go to the Gotham Police Station and make trouble and let them light up the bat lantern to catch you!!"

The penguin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he turned to them and roared, "Get out!! ”

Clark doesn't think crocodiles are the main problem anymore, or does he suspect crocodiles are really a problem now? This damn black boss, he tricked himself into coming here, there must be some other purpose, right?

"What are you doing? Grab that crocodile, it has to be on my dinner table tonight! ”

There must be some other purpose.

Clark turned to leave, and the penguin man stopped him and said, "Hey, little reporter from Metropolis, I advise you to stay away from the slums now......"

Clark looked back and said, "You know I won't, no matter what you're hiding inside, I'm going to show them to the world as they are." ”

Clark's back disappeared into the street, and the penguin muttered, "What did the world do wrong?" ”

Clark flew back to the wall, this time taking a different entryway, only to find the cleaner who had fallen in the trash can as the man who passed by and pretended to be a security guard.

Clark fished him out of the large trash can, and in the process, he found that the thin man had a gun pinned to his waist and a silencer.

The man coughed twice, touched his chest, and then said, "It's so dangerous, I almost died, did you save me?" Don't worry, I won't let you work in vain, do you have any enemies? ”

Clark looked at his lean but very shapely figure and had a bad feeling, but he instinctively asked, "Aren't you a cleaner?" ”

"It seems that you are an outsider, and the cleaner is a black word, or it can be said that we will help you clean up anyone you are not used to, just pay."

"And who are you here to clean up?"

"Correct, the cleanup doesn't just include people, I'm chasing a crocodile that walks on two legs, have you seen him?"

"I've seen four-legged walkers, and somebody needs to clean them up urgently, you go that way, walk down this street and turn left, and walk about 500 meters, there's a guy with a hooked nose over there who will hire you."

"You're so nice that you saved me and introduced me to a job."

"I'm afraid you'll be chopped to dust by the Thunder Elves when you go to find that two-legged crocodile."

Bidding farewell to the cleaners, Clark continued his journey deeper into the slums, as his mind began to turn from shock and confusion to numbness.

Clark is a relatively procedural justice seeker, and although he is puzzled by what he encounters along the way, his reason tells him that the group has not committed a crime.

The two people who wanted to steal the tricycle should have started a fight because of the uneven distribution of the spoils without doing anything at all, and stealing the toilet urinal is indeed considered theft, but considering that the witness is the aunt who stuffed the switch board into her crotch, the testimony may not be valid.

The crocodile is not considered a protected animal in New Jersey, so the law does not stipulate that the crocodile cannot be tied to the waist, and tying a crocodile to bite a person is suspected of intentional injury and intimidation, but it is true that it did not bite, so it is not considered intentional injury.

And judging from the performance of the thin man who picked up the crocodile and ran away, he was not afraid of the crocodile, so the intimidation was not very valid, so the old man who grabbed the crocodile on the grill was not guilty of intentional destruction of the crime scene.

The mother was in possession of drugs, but the drugs became a weapon she used to repel the invaders, but under New Jersey law, there was no powder in the entry for arms reinforcements.

The collusion between the police and the gang bosses deserves to be mentioned, but the fact that the police are dispatched by the other side is even much faster than most police stations in the Met, which is simply the opposite of dereliction of duty.

The biggest problem faced by the killer in the trash can is that although he claims to be a killer, he can fall into the trash can, get his neck stuck in the toilet seat and almost strangle himself, and Clark does not feel that he can find any useful evidence in his criminal history.

After thinking about it for a long time, Clark decided to go to the welfare house to have a look, his mind could not let go of the previous assault case in the Met, and he guessed that the situation in Gotham might be worse.