American Comics: The Law of Strength

On the other side of the city, Fisker propped his hands in front of a conference table for twenty-four people, staring intently at the chair in front of him, where Diane had been sitting not long ago, winning a big victory.

"Has everything she said been confirmed?"

Fisk's voice was cold and piercing, and there was an irrepressible anger in it.

It's like a boiling pressure cooker in the middle of ice and snow.

Only one person in the room dared to speak in such a situation.

"It's true."

Murdoch not only answered Fisk's questions, but also reported the intelligence he had collected during this time.

"The informant at the police department revealed to us that our plan had failed completely, and it was certain that they did not cause any harm to Batman or Ghost Spider-Man, nor did they get any identifying information about Batman or Ghost Spider-Man.

As for Milk...

The only thing we know for sure is that he is out of our control, and it is very likely that they have taken Milk captivity, as Miss Diane claims.

In Murdoch's perception, he could hear Fisk's heart beating rapidly at this time, and he could imagine that he was already angry to the extreme, but there was even worse news waiting for him.

Murdoch continued to report calmly after a few words to the assistant who followed him:

"That Batman was already surrounded by them, but he summoned reporters and gave a speech, which not only allowed him to escape, but also brought him great prestige, I am afraid that we will not be able to attack him in a short time, otherwise we will become the target of New York City."

The government and the police department should all hope that someone can kill him, but no matter who really does it in the end, they will definitely do their best to catch the murderer and avenge him.

So... We're going to suspend all assassinations of Batman, and we'll need to wait and see if the ghost Spider-Man is recruited by the Bernano family.

"A bunch of trash!"

With a roar, the huge round table was thrown into the air, and then Fisk's heavy punch directly cut it in half.

Murdoch took half a step back and dodged a few wisps of wood chips.

And Fisk finally suppressed his violent anger after a low gasp for a moment, and he looked at Murdoch and wanted to say something, and the latter also felt his gaze and whispered in advance:

"I have booked a new conference table."

"Very good..." Fisk

nodded and walked out of the conference room first, while Murdoch followed, looking at Fisk's back, he said softly relieved: "

Mr. Fisk, this is not a failure, we have nothing to lose, on the contrary, we have reached cooperation according to the plan and the Bernano family, and the plan has been able to..."

"No... That's failure..."

Fisk interrupted Murdoch, but there was no anger in his voice at this time, only firmness remained.

"Murdoch, I don't need comfort, I've had a lot of failures, but I've never really been defeated once, I've been fighting back in my life.

But... Now I will report a little good news to me, I have heard enough bad news tonight.

"Of course... We've made a lot of progress in our recruitment program, and quite a few good players have joined us... They have..." Although the tone of both of them was

very calm, a smile appeared on the corners of their mouths, after all, the two of them had climbed up step by step from the small hell's kitchen, and this level of failure was not enough to break them.

And Fisker wasn't the only one who had a bad night.

...

...

Almost everyone in the police station in the middle of the night was full of sadness, and the rest of the people were all angry.

Thanks to this Baitman, they dispatched hundreds of people, and even called the brotherly troops to support the big operation completely ruined.

And this is actually not the worst, because as soon as the group of media passes tonight, the entire police station, no... It should be said that every policeman in the United States sent into the volcano!

They can all guess that this will be followed by deadly and frequent internal scrutiny, their budgets will be cut, and their past "little problems" will be turned over and put in the spotlight.

Everyone here is pessimistic about the future, and they are also full of resentment at the ridiculous costumed Bathman who is about to cause it all.

And George Stacy, the police chief, is under great pressure, after all, he is the main person responsible, no matter which subordinate makes a mistake, he is responsible for it.

What pained him the most was that even at this moment, he thought back to the Bathman's words and deeds, but found that he still couldn't refute any of his words.

That means that in the future, anyone, whether a citizen or a journalist, can repeat Baxterman's statement to any police officer, and this is not just a PR crisis...

"Knock knock..." There was

a knock on the office door, and he had to turn his head to see that it was his best sheriff, Frank Custer.

Frank didn't wait for George Stacy to respond, he pushed the door straight in, and then sat down at his desk.

"It's such a mess, it's really unpleasant."

George Stacy smiled wryly and replied,

"It's the darkness before dawn."

"You really think so?"

"I hope so."

"Ha, I hope so."

Frank jumped off his desk, pressed his hands on it, and looked at George Stacy.

"You should have let me go, or else..."

"Or else?"

George Stacy shook her head.

"There will always be media for such a big operation, and with your habit I can't let you out, otherwise tonight will only be worse, and I'm pretty sure you're going to shoot that Batman in the spotlight."

Frank was noncommittal, he was silent for a while, then pointed to the window of his office.

"Your subordinates are panicking now, and now they are all waiting for you."

"Gather them all and I'll go right away."

George Stacy breathed a sigh of relief, calmed his mood, and then looked at the photo of him and his daughter on the desk, and his expression finally softened.

Then he pushed open the office door, and everyone outside the door fell silent for a moment. And George Stacy applauded with

a smile, everyone did not know why, but they were infected by George Stacy and also applauded.

"First of all, I have to thank everyone for their efforts in this operation, I know that the result was not satisfactory, but we cannot deny the process for the sake of the result."

Then his face became a little more serious.

"I know everyone just had a bad night, we didn't sleep all night, we all went out and we came home empty-handed, and I really hope that tomorrow will be better, but everyone knows that tomorrow will be worse. I

should have said something inspiring or read some statement, like in the old days when some of us were in trouble, but I think everyone is familiar with the broken stuff that is about to memorize, so why don't I be honest about what we're going to do.

In order to close the distance and make himself seem more cordial, George Stacy simply sat Frank directly at someone's desk in the hall.

"Now everyone except the person on duty is off work, goes home to rest for a few hours, and then comes back to work.

If you can, accompany your loved ones, because we will have a tough battle to fight in the next period, and we will work a lot of overtime for the next period, and there will be a lot of work to do.

Then he pointed to the whiteboard used for today's meeting before the operation, with a large picture of Ghost Spider-Man pasted on it.

"We'll catch her! Although it is a pity that it is not today, we will still arrest her.

We'll earn our honor back, and we'll find evidence that the freak in black harbored the ghost spider today and send this bastard to jail with him!

Then the media will slap itself in the face!

"That's right!"

Frank roared in time:

"We have not admitted defeat, and we will never admit defeat!"

And the crowd also boiled, looking at the morale of the police, George Stacy smiled and nodded, and took the lead in walking out of the police station.

But when he got into his car, his face quickly turned pale, and he started the car in frustration and drove towards his apartment.

When he returned home with heavy steps, he found his daughter, Gwen had already fallen asleep.

His hand hung over the door of Gwen's room, trying to see the face of his daughter, whom he hadn't seen for a long time because of his work, but eventually he lowered his arm and let out a sigh.

Then the backpacks, socks and various gadgets that my daughter randomly threw on the ground were picked up and categorized.

In the hours leading up to the next tough battle, he just wants to enjoy the ordinary routine for a short time, and he wants to spend time with his only daughter.

Even if this accompaniment can only be carried out by washing her clothes and cleaning up her clutter.

Most of the clothes were sorted into the laundry basket, and Gwen's dirty backpack was left.

He carefully took out the items in his backpack one by one, and the various unspeakable items in it made him smile, his daughter has had all kinds of whimsy since she was a child, and she always comes up with some messy things.

As he stared at the objects, he seemed to have heard Gwen complain that he didn't want to touch her personal belongings himself.

It's just that for George Stacy at the moment, even such complaints are precious.

But... The next second, his most precious experience, his only warmth shattered...

He touched a very hard gadget...

His hand trembled and stroked the contents of his backpack, recognizing its shape, but did not dare to take it out, only hoping that it was his illusion...

But eventually the backpack dropped.

Without this only cover, George Stacy clearly saw what was in her hand...

That... It's a very beautiful little thing... Although very old, it has been perfectly maintained.

If it is placed in the police station, I am afraid that many people will be willing to spend a little money in exchange for it at home as a collection...

That's a handful... Remington 1875...