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The director's voice unconsciously rose a few notches, and his eyes were wide open like two copper bells.

His hands were gripping the edge of the desk so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the strain.

He leaned forward slightly, as if he was going to stand up from the chair, but he was too shocked to move.

Leah said firmly: “Director, we have enough evidence to support our conclusion.

The question now is, how do we expose this conspiracy without causing public panic? "Leah stood straight, her hands at her sides, clenched into fists.

She looked directly at the director, without a trace of retreat in her eyes.

Her face seemed even more angular because of her determination, like a statue carved out of marble.

James suggested, “We can start from the periphery and collect more evidence about Carlton’s crimes.

At the same time, we will strengthen monitoring of the Maroni and Falcone families to prevent them from overreacting during this period of time."

James gestured with his hands as he spoke.

The movements were full of energy, like a general formulating a strategy.

There was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

The director nodded and said, “Okay, let’s do as you say.

But remember, we are racing against time and must find solid evidence as soon as possible to bring Carlton to justice."

The director's expression became serious and solemn, and his eyes were full of determination.

He loosened his grip on the edge of the desk and sat up straight, like a mountain that had regained its dignity.

His eyes swept across James and Leah, as if conveying a silent power to them.

When James and Leah walked out of the conference room, the sunlight came in through the window, outlining golden outlines on their bodies.

James looked up at the sky. The sky was as blue as a gem. He took a deep breath, as if absorbing strength from the sky.

Leia adjusted her clothes, her long windbreaker fluttering gently in the wind like a black flag.

In the following days, James and Leah began intensive investigation.

James comes to the police station early every day, and his desk is piled with various documents and materials.

The documents were piled up like small hills in a disorganized manner.

He sat at his desk, his eyes fixed on every word on the document, his brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

His fingers moved quickly on the documents, as if he was looking for some precious treasure.

From time to time, he picked up a pen and wrote down important information in his notebook. The tip of the pen made a rustling sound on the paper, like the sound of silkworms eating mulberry leaves.

Leia traveled through the streets of Gotham City.

She was dressed casually, a simple white shirt, black jeans, and a pair of black ankle boots.

She walked into the dark, damp alleys, where there was a pungent smell, like a mixture of garbage and sewage.

She carefully avoided the puddles of sewage on the ground and kept a vigilant eye on everything around her.

She would chat with street vendors, whose faces showed the vicissitudes of life and their eyes revealed their helplessness and expectations for life.

As she asked them for clues about Carlton, her voice was gentle and kind, like a spring breeze blowing through their tired hearts.

Once, Leah came to a shabby bar.

The bar was dimly lit, filled with smoke and a strong smell of alcohol and tobacco.

She pushed open the door and was greeted by a noisy sound. Some people in the bar were chatting loudly, some were drinking and playing finger-guessing games, and some were whispering in the corner.

She walked to the bar and found a seat.

The bar was made of old wood with lots of scratches and stains.

The bartender was a middle-aged man with a stubbled face, and his eyes showed a kind of fatigue and sophistication.

Leah ordered a beer and started chatting with the bartender.

Her eyes seemed to be casually scanning every corner of the bar, but in fact she was looking for any clues that might be related to Carlton.

James also encountered a lot of difficulties in the police station.

When he investigated Carlton's financial situation, he found that Carlton's accounts were very secretive.

Those numbers are like a group of cunning foxes, hiding in the intricate account books.

He had to invite the financial expert from the police station, and the two of them had a headache over those account books.

The handwriting on the account book was so dense that it looked like a group of ants crawling on the paper.

They marked the ledgers with pens of various colors, trying to find patterns.

Sometimes, they would argue over a number until their faces turned red. James thought the number was problematic, while the financial expert thought it was just a normal fluctuation in the accounts.

As the investigation deepened, they discovered that Carlton had his own influence in every corner of Gotham City.

His men are spread across docks, factories, commercial areas and other places.

On the surface, these men look no different from ordinary workers and businessmen, but in fact they are all silently working for Carlton's conspiracy.

James and Leah realized that they were facing not just Carlton, but a huge organization.

When James and Leah met again, there was a hint of fatigue on each of their faces, but their eyes were more determined.

They sat in a small cafe, which was filled with the aroma of coffee.

The coffee in front of me was steaming, like little white clouds.

James stirred the coffee with a spoon, and the spoon and cup made a crisp sound when they collided.

Leah rested her chin on her hand, thinking about her next plan.

"We can't do this alone anymore, we need more help."

James broke the silence.

"I agree, but who can we trust? This conspiracy involves too many people, and we don't know who Carlton's people are."

Leah said, frowning.

"We can start by sifting through the police department and finding people we can trust."

James put forward his own ideas.

"This is a solution, but we have to be careful. Once the news leaks out, all our previous efforts will be in vain."

Leah reminded.

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In the living room of Wayne Manor, soft light is like a golden veil, pouring down from the exquisite crystal chandelier on the ceiling. The tone of the light has a light warm yellow, just like the afterglow of the setting sun shining on the walls of the ancient castle. Every corner is filled with this gentle light, creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

There are old paintings hanging on the walls of the living room. The carvings on the frames are delicate and complex, as if telling the past glory of the Wayne family. (End of this chapter)