Gwen walked back to the room haggardly, and she looked out the window thoughtfully. It was dark there, and except for the vague outline of the building in the moonlight, nothing else existed.
But Gwen just had a premonition, or in other words, her premonition over the past few months told her that there seemed to be something peeping outside the window every night.
Gwen might still be scared at first, but as time goes by, this premonition does not bring more danger and gradually turns into peace of mind.
Gwen looked back.
Peter...are you there?
Accompanying this guess is the affirmation.
She turned off the light and soon fell asleep peacefully, snoring soothingly that Mrs. Stacey, who was eavesdropping outside the door, couldn't help but nod.
"I'm just wondering how a smart girl like Gwen could be so easily seduced by a boy." George took a glass of water, took a sip and said.
Mrs. Stacey nodded: "We need to observe again tomorrow morning. At this time, the child may appear calm, but he may actually be on the verge of something bad..."
"I want a hot dog and a glass of milk." George said.
Mrs. Stacey frowned: "I know, you and your daughter both have the same taste."
So, Gwen got up to freshen up, and when she came to the living room on the first floor, she saw hot dogs and milk on the table for the first time in a long time. Mrs. Stacy usually liked to cook some millet porridge with vegetables and eggs in the morning, calling it the most delicious meal.
Therefore, she is extremely disgusted with simple foods such as milk and hot dogs, and often associates them with insufficient nutrition.
Gwen enjoyed a rare breakfast.
After finishing the meal, there was still plenty of time, so the three of them chatted and digested the food in their stomachs.
George asked: "Gwen, what are your plans today? Are you going to visit your mother's factory?"
Someone in Mrs. Stacey's family was a factory owner. Because she lacked direct connections and she really wanted to get close to the Queens Police Chief, she invited Mrs. Stacey to visit the factory. She said it was to see the factory, but in fact she was there most of the time.
I walked around the factory, drank tea and chatted with a few women in the office, and occasionally went out for shopping, which was very relaxing.
"I'll go check it out when I have time. Yesterday, Young Master Bruce from the Wayne Group agreed to let me join the scientific research team. I will go to the Wayne Group for an internship soon." Gwen looked weird.
Because Bruce looked reluctant, and when he talked about Jessica, he looked quite unnatural, obviously he didn't like her best friend Jessica.
But Gwen became confused again. After all, if Bruce really didn't want to, they couldn't force each other...
George and his wife looked at each other, Stacey poked George's waist, George trembled suddenly, he pursed his lips, laughed and said: "Otherwise, I will take you to Wayne Group in the morning, anyway, the police station
Over there, it’s okay if I’m late.”
Gwen couldn't refuse, so George drove her in a black car and sent her to the downstairs of Wayne Group. George lowered the window glass and reminded: "Gwen, if you need anything, remember to call me. If Bruce does anything,
What, don’t hesitate to call me, you have to remember, your father is a police chief."
"Okay, I understand." Gwen's ears felt calloused, she waved her hand and walked in.
"This child..." George shook his head, feeling a sense of vicissitudes of life.
When he arrived at the police station, the clock was already pointing to eight o'clock. After all, it was not a short journey to get to downtown Gotham and back to Queens.
However, as the chief of the police, being late twice is excusable, and his subordinates are not ignorant, so George put on his usual indifferent expression, walked confidently through the office area, and did not forget to scan the phone with an expressionless face.
The employees glanced at each other and then walked back to the office vigorously.
Not long after he sat down, there was a knock on the door of George's office.
"Come in." George thought there was an important document that he needed to sign. As soon as he picked up the black pen, the person who walked in was empty-handed.
"What happened?" George asked.
The person in front of me is clearly the new agent who joined the agency not long ago, James Gordon. This man seems to be in his early twenties, but he has more crow's feet than is expected for his age.
"Nothing happened, but Director, you are late today." Gordon looked at him intently.
"Huh?" George was speechless for a moment. He knew that he had made a mistake in judgment. Not all subordinates would remain silent. At least for now, Agent Gordon dared to point out his mistakes bluntly.
"I took care of some housework today, I will pay attention to it in the future." George said impatiently.
"Is there anything else? If you have nothing else, you can leave."
Gordon frowned and said, "It's about the fact that there have been a lot of homeless people in Queens recently. In the past few months, I've been paying special attention and found that these homeless people don't seem to be walking aimlessly, but have some set goals and are organized.
, with a purpose."
"A group of homeless people, including a group of homeless people in Queens?" George laughed dumbly.
It's incredible that Gordon not only takes care of gangsters, but also homeless people.
Just imagine that in Queens, the homeless people in one corner and the homeless people in another corner belong to the same organization. It would be strange, let alone the fact that most of the homeless people all over Queens belong to the same organization. "So, what do these homeless people all over Queens want to do? Build a begging brand?" George joked.
"This..." Gordon planned to explain further.
George waved his hand: "Okay, don't worry about these homeless people anymore. Remember your identity. You are just a police detective, not a government commissioner. You are here to investigate the public opinion."
"It's better to focus on gangsters, gangsters, these restless guys."
Gordon was puzzled that George actually ordered severe punishment of these unstable elements. It was very different from his previous strategies, but it was exactly what he wanted.
Well, if there really is a criminal group composed of homeless people in Queens, then this group of gangsters will definitely not be unaware of it. Maybe he can use this as a breakthrough to see the conspiracy under the fog.
Gordon almost never stayed in the police station throughout the day. He went out quickly, but every time he went out, the people in the police station could only see a desolate back, walking away alone.
Reyes glanced at Gordon who was walking away and looked away indifferently. She entered the director's office and reported an annoying matter: "Director, that Iron Patriot is really too much. He actually wants us."
Give him the credit for Bullseye."
This credit, which Reyes worked hard to get from Robert, is a guarantee for her to reach a higher level. Moreover, this is also a credit for the bureau. If it is really taken away by Iron Patriot,
The credit gained by the devolved Iron Patriots has nothing to do with their Queens Police Department.
Gordon's heart skipped a beat: "This Iron Patriot is just trying to gain credit within a few days of arriving. He clearly looks down on our Queens Police Department and wants to change jurisdiction."
Gordon also knows that Queens is not very rich in oil and water, because of the multiple corporate groups in Queens, the government itself is responsible for collecting taxes.
In terms of security, the police station does not actually have much force as a deterrent. After all, most corporate groups hire their own security guards and purchase regular firearms, which are relatively cheap and practical. Just find a homeless man in Hell's Kitchen and fight with bare hands.
There may not be many police officers who can beat them.