Saturday morning, George was sitting at the table, having breakfast with his family.
George spread jam on his bread, looking at Gwen who was in a daze, and smiled. "Gwen, what are you thinking about? Don't space out. If you don't eat, Dad's going to eat your sandwich, you know~."
Gwen immediately protected her plate with her hands, looking at George and pouting, "Hmph! I hate it! Don't eat my sandwich. It's a special one, with the hot sauce Meng gave me."
George chuckled and said, "Then hurry up and eat it, it'll get cold soon."
Gwen took a bite of her special sandwich and mumbled, "I was just wondering why there hasn't been any news about the Evil Ghost recently. There haven't been any posts about him fighting crime on the Evil Ghost website for days."
The other children chimed in, "Yeah, yeah! My classmates are discussing it too."
George looked at the children discussing, and his brows furrowed. He thought of that image again, and the jam in his hand suddenly lost its appeal. He had taken two whole days to recover from that day. Now, hearing Gwen mention the Evil Ghost, that feeling was back.
The investigation into this case had been ongoing for days. George had already decided to treat the case as an ordinary murder and, of course, issue a warrant for the Evil Ghost's arrest.
Just omitting the gory details. It's the difference between someone being killed and someone being tortured, with their flesh cut off piece by piece, before being killed.
Bill deserved it, to be honest. He killed Mia; he was going to die anyway. But it should have been through legal proceedings, a proper execution, not a vigilante killing by the Evil Ghost.
George's phone rang just then. He answered it, and his expression grew increasingly grim. After hanging up, he told his family something and immediately rushed to the police station.
The worst-case scenario had happened. The case had leaked, and the internet had exploded. The police station was besieged by the media, with endless reports about the Evil Ghost. Some called him an evil criminal, while others hailed him as a righteous enforcer, dispensing justice to criminals.
George had to arrange things at the station. Then, he held a press conference, facing the media's relentless grilling. He employed his decades-honed art of obfuscation, using only official answers to deflect their questions.
George had been swamped since he arrived at the police station that morning. The pressure from all sides was overwhelming, leaving him frazzled. It was already afternoon, and he hadn't even had time for lunch.
Just as the internet was in a heated debate, with supporters of the Evil Ghost and those who considered him a terrorist exchanging insults, a new development emerged.
The large screens in Times Square had been hacked. Now, they all displayed the same message — a death threat towards Urlock.
Urlock's photo took up a quarter of the top-left corner, with information about his illegal activities and a brief introduction to the Crocodile Gang on the right.
\n\nThe lower half detailed his connection to Bill, including the time Bill took the blame for him and Bill's crimes while Urlock protected him recently.
\n\nAfter the death threat played for five minutes, the screen switched to a blood-red Evil Ghost logo. As the Evil Ghost's mouth opened and closed, a raspy electronic voice declared, "Criminal Urlock! The Evil Ghost will judge your sins!"
\n\nBelow the Evil Ghost's image, blood-red subtitles were helpfully added.
\n\nThen the death threat began again, looping endlessly.
\n\nThe people in charge of the electronic screen were going crazy, and the whole team was frantically trying to get the screen back to normal, but no one could fix it.
\n\nMeng Ran sat on top of a high-rise building near Times Square, watching his masterpiece below.
\n\nHe had already told his parents that he was going to play with Peter today and wouldn't be coming home tonight. As Meng Ran and Peter became good friends, they studied and played together whenever they had free time. Their families had also met a few times, and they trusted each other.
Especially Meng Huo and Zhao Li, the couple had always felt a little guilty that Meng Ran hadn't made any friends. Seeing how close Meng Ran and Peter were now, they were very pleased. Moreover, Meng Ran had always been a very reliable child, so his excuse was quite convincing.
"Now it's time to judge you, Urlock!"
"Little White! Help me locate Urlock's position," Meng Ran said.
Little White was an artificial intelligence that Meng Ran had exchanged from the system. It could connect with Venom and Meng Ran, helping Meng Ran handle all sorts of things. Meng Ran had specifically exchanged for it, almost exhausting all the points he had accumulated recently.
It could be said that Little White was like Jarvis, and even, in some ways, more advanced than Jarvis, after all, it was a system product.
After using Little White, Meng Ran finally understood some of Tony Stark's joy. It was really convenient, so great.
Little White responded, "Okay, locating now."
"Urlock has been located, planning route for you."
In a moment, a real-time map appeared in Meng Ran's mind, and the eyes of the battle suit displayed a cursor, guiding him.
Meng Ran stood on the building, arms outstretched, the setting sun behind him echoing his pose, creating a stunning landscape. With a push from his legs, Meng Ran set off towards his destination.
Urlock had seen the news that morning and immediately sent his people to investigate.
By the afternoon, his underlings had gathered firsthand information about the police's封锁, including photos of the crime scene and some of the police investigation.
The moment he saw the photos, Urlock, who was used to seeing life and death and was known for his ruthlessness, couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. The methods were indeed brutal.
Urlock had felt a sense of unease after that phone call to Bill. He had also sent his men to find Bill, but Bill hadn't told anyone where he was hiding, so Urlock couldn't find him immediately.
He didn't know who had killed Bill, and nothing had been heard for a while. He just assumed Bill had some enemies who had come looking for him, until now, when he saw the information and realized that the killer was a masked monster called Evil Ghost.
Urlock put down the files, smoking a cigar. The billowing smoke obscured his face, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Just then, one of his subordinates knocked and entered, showing him a video online about Times Square, the one with the death threat against him.
Urlock watched the video. The information about him and the Crocodile Gang was all true. It seemed this Evil Ghost had been planning this for a while, and their methods weren't simple; this stuff wasn't easy to find.
After another puff of his cigar, Urlock's eyes flashed with a dangerous light. He threw the cigar to the ground with a vicious slam, both hands thudding onto the table.
"Damn it, has my name lost its weight?" Urlock's face twisted as he glared at the subordinates beside him. "Anyone dares to be so insolent to me? A little punk who doesn't even dare to show his face dares to spout nonsense at me! Death threats?! Just because you wear a mask and take down a few thugs, you think you're a superhero?"
The underlings on the side were silent, not daring to speak. Urlock was known for his ruthlessness; if you got on his bad side, it wouldn't be strange to get shot.
Just as Urlock finished roaring and was panting heavily, the phone on the side rang.
"Urlock, did you see those things?" A raspy voice came from the phone.
Urlock's expression softened, and he said coldly, "I saw them, boss."
The call had been from Bob, the leader of the Crocodile Gang.
Bob said, "Find a way to get rid of these problems. I don't want it affecting our business, understand?"
Urlock replied seriously, "Understood! I'll take care of it as soon as possible."
Hearing his answer, Bob hung up.
Urlock put down the phone and began to think about how to find this Evil Ghost. He knew exactly what Bob meant; if he couldn't solve the problem quickly, he would become the problem that needed solving.
Urlock had risen through the ranks with Bob, and he knew his boss's personality very well. He also knew the other founding members of the gang. There had been conflicts between him and those old-timers over the years.
If Urlock became a problem that needed to be dealt with, he suspected his so-called brothers would be very happy to lend a hand, and take over his territory and business in the process.
Lighting another cigar, Urlock pondered for a moment before starting to make arrangements with his subordinates.
"Scar, go get the brothers. Bring all the weapons. I want to turn this place into an abyss, send that damn Evil Ghost back to hell."
Urlock said ferociously.
"You want to kill me? Come on then, let's see how you escape from my grasp."
With that, he took another harsh drag from his cigar.
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