The Reporter accepts the Award

It took Eugene and Cindy about five minutes, and then they went round again in the rain.

    The night seemed darker than ever today, and the whole street was filled with an uneasy atmosphere. Many civilians who had just been awakened hid behind the curtains of their homes, not daring to turn on the lights to attract attention, and could only look in the dark with terrified eyes through the rain-stained glass at the two shadowy figures downstairs.

    "I have only bad news. I have found the footprints of ninja feet on the top floor. Other shadow dancers have been here before us."

    Cindy looked at the water up to her knees. Gotham's drainage system was at full capacity, but still unable to cope with the intensity of the rain.

    Eugene nodded. He didn't find anything either.

    The inside of the building looked as clean as if it had been licked, which would never be possible in a cheap residential area. The men in black would have cleaned it before they left.

    Determined to find witnesses, he also kicked down the doors of several houses and interrogated the residents with knives and guns. Although some of them were so scared that they were incontinent and their sheets were dirty, there were still no witnesses.

    This shows that the man in black moved very fast and did not even make a sound. On the other hand, it means that neither Gordon nor the men fired, so Gordon was probably not hurt.

    He sighs. The only clue left is the assassin's body, using her to fish for the League of Assassins to talk?

    But that would be too passive. Perhaps by the time the Assassins come for the body, they will have wiped out the men in black and Gordon will be cold.

    "Let's get back to the car first and take the bodies with us."

    There was nothing he could do but go back to the car with Cindy and watch out the window as the river of rain flowed into the distance, both thinking in silence.

    "Why do you think the body was dressed like that? There were no gunshot wounds on her body. How was she caught? '

    Cindy had her own ideas, of course, but wanted to hear Eugene's side of the story. As he had said, sometimes two people's knowledge complemented each other, and a few clues wouldn't be a bad thing.

    They were sitting in the cab, Cindy leaning against the steering wheel and Eugene leaning against the passenger seat with his hands behind his head.

    He shakes his head and watches out the window as Vico directs Peter around, now photographing the sky, now photographing the water:

    "There's a lot of gangsters in Gotham who can do that. Scarecrow fear gas can be bought on the black market, but it's almost on supermarket shelves. Killer alligators, mudface mutants are for hire, and gangsters can afford their commission. But our friends in black are a little impulsive, and Shadow Dancers will never tell. No matter what they do, it's a waste of effort, and it's upsetting the Shadow Dancers League."

    "Alas, such a powerful gangster could have been a potential client of mine."

    Cindy lamented, too. She felt like she had lost a hundred million. Whatever the gang, they were just ordinary people, and the League of Assassins, they were elite assassins.

    Many of these assassins begin their training at a young age, mastering cold weapons at age four, learning to kill at age five, and starting their missions for the League after age eight, killing targets all over the world.

    They have no self-recognition, give up their real name, they are the weapons of the alliance, low order assassins need no sense of honor, the best is to attack targets in the dark.

    The gang may be about to disappear, but before it does, the two need to get Gordon out of there.

    Barbara now knows that they are off the trail, except that Gordon is safe for now, but probably has only three hours to live. The three fall into silence, pondering the clues.

    In a large area of the street, security cameras have been broken by various gangs, and Eugene is like going back to the '80s. How did the police solve crimes in that era?

    As they sit in, Vico hums and returns with Peter happily, looking very pleased with what he's just caught.

    When they got to the car and sat down, she shook off her raincoat and saw Barbara's sad face.

    "Oh? Why are little girls like that? ' "She asked Eugene curiously.

    "Since we have nothing to go on so far except a dead woman, did the station call you? Did you have any interested viewers?"

    "Well, even though you are well paid, no one dares to lie to you, even the liars are afraid, so there is no hotline phone call."

    Vicko pulls out her phone and shakes it. The station did call, but only to confirm that she was alive and to tell Deathstroke that the station would comply with her request that she not kill them.

    "If no one called, wouldn't they send someone out to help me look for clues? It seems that the motivation is not enough. We should go to the TV station and kill some people first to give them some motivation."

    Cindy complained. In the past, the task was not so cumbersome. Employers had to at least give a photo of the target, name and range of activities.

    "All right! Better kill one of the directors of our news channel first. She hates it. She always tries to stifle good journalists like me."

    Vico immediately encourages Cindy to get behind the wheel, then goes back to the station and kills her. Wouldn't it make his life a lot easier if he could kill her by Deathstroke's hand?

    It must be said that her mind has been hovering on the edge of madness, as if there is a sense of indifference to life, she is like a bystander of all events.

    Eugene took off his helmet and looked at her with a half-smile. He knew Vico was on to something and was demanding payment, like a slobbering bounty hunter.

    "Let us kill now, have you found something? Because that's the reward we promise for information. '

    With a smirk, Vico pulled a pair of glasses from her pocket. The lenses were so wet they looked like they had just been fished out of the water. She handed them to Barbara.

    "You can't break your word, because I'm the one who's going to give you the clue."

    "She continued, pointing to her nose and seeing that Barbara was sure it was Gordon's glasses.

    "When Chief Gordon was kidnapped, he left his glasses behind, but he took the opportunity to leave a clue on them, which I found in the water. It was hidden under the water with a body and a rock. If I hadn't been lucky, I wouldn't have found it."

    Eugene took the glasses from Barbara. At first glance, they looked nothing special, just the kind of glasses that old people like. The style was very old-fashioned.

    But he knew it would not be so simple. By the light of the car, from another Angle, he could see that there were some crooked scratches on the lenses.

    "He had carved words into the lenses with gravel." Cindy looked over and immediately said, "That's a license plate. It must be the one that kidnapped him."

    "It's Gordon who can do this while being kidnapped. Barbara, you're up to it. You know how, right?"

    Eugene hands her back her glasses, and she knows what to do. She immediately turns on her computer and starts hacking into the Department of Transportation server, trying to find video from other districts or vehicle registrations.

    But the program told her that the server did not exist.

    "Shit, the DOT server is offline. They probably lost power there because of the storm."

    Barbara patted the armrest of her wheelchair and screamed with anger. All she wanted to do was save her dad. Why was the universe so disagreeing?

    Eugene soothes her, indicating that it doesn't matter, since we know the license plate number, there is another place where they must have information.

    "I know a place where you can find all the information about Gotham, but it's up to you to get it."

    "I... I can!" Barbara nodded earnestly. "It doesn't matter if it puts me in jail. I'll save him."

    Eugene just smiled. He looked at Cindy. Cindy knew what he was talking about. She didn't care, but she pointed to the car behind her.

    "Then you'd better cover their eyes and unplug their cell phone cards. That's not a place for them to memorize directions."