【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

Jenny has been sitting in the interrogation room for a long time. She didn't know how many hours it was, there was no clock in the house, she just felt that sitting for a long time caused her back pain.

She stared blankly at the table in front of her.

Perhaps because she is a girl and seems to be weak, negotiators are more gentle towards her. A few times, she almost opened her mouth, but their next sentence dismissed her thoughts.

They said, "We will find out all the truth."

Jenny clenched the edge of the table tightly, but she didn't dare to speak.

Another person entered, she didn't look up, her gaze swept to the opposite side, it was a woman in a formal little suit and blouse.

She calls herself Louise Lane, whom Jenny doesn't recognize. She didn't introduce her origins, and she shouldn't be from the police.

Jenny picked at a small piece of wood that had risen under the table, still staring at a small spiral pattern on the table, listening to Ryan on the other side tell her in a half-threatening tone what the consequences were, and then half-coaxingly promised to speak for her as much as possible if she confessed.

Jenny wondered, how can the punishment for intentional wounding be as good as intentional homicide?

Jenny sighed, there were several negotiators coming and going in a row, and it was time for the police to stop. She finally raised her head and moved her cervical spine.

Soon, another door opened and came in.

Jenny looked up and saw a large man in a slightly wrinkled gray suit walk in. He holds two steaming cups of coffee in one hand and closes the door with the other, leaving his black-rimmed glasses covered in white mist.

The man awkwardly placed the tray on the table, almost spilling the coffee because he couldn't use one hand, but fortunately steady. He took out his handkerchief and wiped his glasses before revealing a big smile to the girl opposite.

Jenny thought he was a little funny, and almost lifted the corners of her mouth and pressed it down.

The man shoved the tray towards her, "Hello, my name is Clark and I'm from Kansas. I asked your sister Fanny, you like caramel macchiato and cappuccino, I bought two glasses, you pick one.

Jenny didn't move, and Clark looked down at the two cups of coffee and took it upon himself to push the caramel macchiato over.

"Sweets always make people happy, don't they?" Jenny

looked at the cup in front of her, which was porcelain, not very standard, with a slightly crooked handle, painted a pretty orange, and a brown bear and a few small flowers. The coffee in the cup has latte art, and it can be seen to be a smiling face.

Clark took a sip of the cappuccino and said with a sense of happiness, "Cute, aren't you?

Jenny looked at the cup in his hand, it was powder blue, the flaws were more obvious, and the uneven marks could be seen directly from the mouth of the cup, drawing a rabbit with a stick figure.

Jenny suddenly wanted to ask if it was a girlfriend, but she still held back when she thought about it. She stretched out her handcuffed hands and picked up the porcelain cup. The temperature is dropping these days, and the interrogation room is even cooler, and the hot coffee keeps her warm.

Clark didn't urge her to drink, just looked at her with azure eyes sincerely.

"Jenny, frankly, I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet. The police clue is what I provided.

Jenny furrowed.

"I've been following up on this until then. My best friend and I also talked about making cups. Truth be told, we even doubted your sister Fanny.

Jenny looked at him puzzled.

"Well, ahem, you've probably heard of him, Fanny's chemistry teacher. Because Fanny chased after him and asked how to make aqua regia, we were suspicious. At that time, he asked Fanny why she wanted to learn how to make aqua regia, and Fanny replied that she came to learn because you can, she admires you very much, and wants to keep up with you.

Jenny finally couldn't help but say, "She's just jealous of me and hates me."

Fanny even found the website, registered on it, and signed up for a production competition.

Jenny's eyes widened: "How could she...""

For a long time, you don't like to eat, you go out early and come home late, you are depressed, Fanny is worried about you, Jenny.

Jenny lowered her head and stopped talking.

"And you're worried about her, because you're involved in something bad, and you're afraid that it will affect Fanny. That's why you're angry at Fanny for signing up for the contest, isn't it?" Jenny

started picking at the table again.

"Jenny, Fanny is still out there now. I ordered her takeout at noon, but she didn't take a few bites. Luckily it's Saturday, but if you can't solve the case tomorrow, or even the day after tomorrow, she—"

Jenny's fingers tightened.

"I know, Jenny, you may have done something you know you shouldn't have done, but don't be afraid, if you speak up, you will be forgiven. I'm sure you're a good boy.

Jenny glanced at him, and Clark could see tears in her eyes. He stood up, walked over to the girl, knelt down, and took her hand.

Clarke's hand was large and warm, completely enveloping the girl's chemically corrupted hand. At this point, he was no longer a small town boy in Kansas. Although he was kneeling, the breath of the god of the world emanated, more like a loyal and powerful knight, making a promise to his little princess.

"Jenny, don't worry, I'll protect you, no one can hurt you. "

-

Underground in the eastern suburbs of the metropolis.

Anthony sat in his chair and looked at the two results in dissipation. According to the magical attributes, Jennifer Custer and the bookstore owner Yang Xuesong are good supplies.

However, Jennifer has not eaten and slept well recently, at least for a while, and Yang Xuesong has a bit of a background, mainly from Hong Kong, and the power is not big or small, and it is very likely that there are people with special abilities around him.

Although the metropolis has more targets, the security is too good to start.

"Ahh

It's so good there, it's easy to break into a house and kill people, and basically no one cares, it's ordinary people who die, and the police and gangsters don't bother to ask. Maybe the bat monster would intervene if he knew, but the death toll in Gotham every day was frighteningly high, and he couldn't have had that much energy to care about these sporadic deaths. Gangster fights or drug smuggling keep him busy.

Even if it is a person with a head and a face, it is not difficult to do, and Knell's business ability is quite reliable.

It's a pity that there are not many people in Gotham, and the physical fitness of eligible people is not necessarily good, mainly because there are many addicts, and even if they are not, there are many who have been injured to a greater or lesser extent.

At that moment, the alarm went off, and Anthony got up to deal with the potion that had just been put on hold.

After tossing, he left through the hidden exit and walked into the nearest open dining room. Someone inside was wearing the same clothes as him, and he passed him in the bathroom, so the man changed his clothes.

That's his stand-in.

Speaking of which, although Anthony's power is small, it is smooth. He and Falcone pinched each other's handles, and they worked together for many years, and Falcone often added people to him.

In the spirit of mutual assistance and mutual benefit, Anthony allowed him to obtain some of his own information, and at the same time absorbed many people. Of course, chemical experiments have always been in his own hands, and his power is just a mediocre Gotham smuggling gang.

Anthony drove back to town and turned on the car radio. Jenny's case has been understood, and the mastermind behind it is called Vassy Moulton, who is just an employee of an undesirable pharmacy company.

Anthony frowned, how could an employee be so good at computer technology?

The rest of the teenagers involved had already been arrested, not many, only three or four. Among them, Jenny is also suspected of a homicide, and the body has not been found so far.

Anthony had a bold idea: that Morton was eighty percent a superpower.

-

Fanny holds her mother's arm and watches her sister, who has confessed everything, imprisoned, hoping that she will look back at her. But Jenny didn't.

Fanny had a hard time accepting that the sister she had always admired actually had a boyfriend without telling everyone, well, it didn't matter that much, the important thing was that she was hacked and didn't confess, she was instigated to kill by that damn Moulton, and then she was raped, forced to continue to deliberately hurt people, and even became addicted to drugs.

She grabbed Clark, "Mr. Kent, Jenny won't be locked up for the rest of her life, will she? By the way, teenagers won't..."

Clark shook his head, "I'm sorry, Jenny, but Fanny isn't a minor anymore." However, she was instigated, and the jury would sympathize with her plight, so it would not be too serious. She is still young and will be fine in the future.

Fanny didn't want to cry, but when her mother took her into her arms and told her, "There's still a chance," her tears flowed.

"I love you. "