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“No comment,” Kirkett said coldly.

"So you admit those allegations are true?"

"No comment," Kirkter said expressionlessly.

“Alright, let’s take a look.” Shen You opened his case file. “Miss Virgil has accused you of getting her drunk, luring her into your room, and assaulting her for about a minute.”

"Nonsense!"

The old man immediately lost his composure, his face turning bright red.

"What right does she have to slander me like this? Although I didn't time it, it was at least three minutes! I can't say for sure, it might even have been five minutes!"

"So it really was true after all?"

Kirk gave him a cold glare.

“I don’t know if you’re a real agent or not, but I’ve told this to everyone countless times. No one—investigators, company personnel, or even my family and friends—believes me.”

“But I might, who knows?” Shen You tapped the table. “If you’re convincing enough.”

"You can go and reread the statements."

"I'd rather hear it from you in person."

".All right."

Kirkter sighed, and finally began to speak slowly and deliberately.

In fact, there is not much to say.

He was obsessed with women, especially in his middle age, living a life of extravagance until late morning, and his health deteriorated day by day. It was clear that someone had taken advantage of his desires and set this trap.

“I truly believed Virgil was a good girl,” he lamented through tears. “She was completely different from all those flashy, cheap women I’d met before. Sigh, I genuinely believed in her, and even seriously considered giving her a home. And this is how she repays me.”

"Sir Agent, tell me, what's wrong with women these days? Why is it so hard to find a good girl?"

Shen You thought for a moment and said seriously, "Maybe it's because you yourself weren't a good person to begin with."

Kirk: "???"

He looked up with a strange expression, thinking to himself, "Is this how you comfort a victim?"

Worst of all, he reconsidered.

I think what people said actually makes a lot of sense.

More depressed.

“After the incident, I had someone conduct some investigations, and that's when I realized I had been set up. Virgil approached me with a specific purpose from the beginning.”

She said she came from a modeling agency, and I had no doubts at first. But I later found out it was a shell company. Her real identity was a dealer and hostess, working for a casino.”

"Which one?"

Shen You asked, but he had already guessed to some extent.

Kirkter gave a heavy snort.

"Iceberg Casino"

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Chapter 185 International Gang

Iceberg Casino.

This is also a new casino that has only recently begun to emerge in Gotham City, owned by Oswald Copport, the famous Penguin.

The entrepreneurial journey of a penguin employee was truly not easy. He spent most of his life as a subordinate, working his way up from the bottom of the organization.

In Gotham City, where power had already been solidified and divided among the Godfathers and Emperors, it would have been virtually impossible for a newcomer without connections to rise from nothing to the top. However, he was fortunate enough to catch a lucky break with Batman's era. Top figures had been brought down one after another by Batman in the past few months, reshuffling the power structure in Gotham. The Penguin seized the opportunity and rode the wave, now seemingly poised to become the next Gotham Emperor.

Recently, Cobblestone had just absorbed two more leaderless gangs, and his power was growing stronger. Cobblestone was very happy, and in his private room at the casino, he was playing games with two ragged young women, one with dark hair and the other with blonde hair.

A melodious tune filled the room as a group of scantily clad women danced energetically in front of him. Copeport, with a woman on each arm, sipped his drink, his eyes glued to the dance, while his hands roamed freely over her body, looking quite pleased with himself.

"I am Gotham!"

"I said arrogantly."

“You are very lucky, beautiful ladies. In this city today, there is no problem I cannot solve, and no one dares to confront me face to face.”

In fact, if I wanted to, even the appointment and removal of the mayor would be a matter of a single word from me.

Copperfield has the air of a king, but his chubby body sways as he walks toward the bar to pour whiskey, and his silhouette still looks like a penguin.

"That's really amazing, sweetheart~"

The two women smiled and took his arms from either side.

"But I've heard there's also a Batman?"

"Ha, just a clown," Cobblestone said smugly. "Batman, and all those weirdos popping up in cities lately, I've never taken them seriously."

Just then, the office door was slammed open from the outside. Two bodyguards, bruised and battered, flew in. One of them, lying on the floor, groggily said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Penguin, but he insisted on coming in, and we couldn't stop him."

"who!?"

Copport was furious.

"Nobody dares to cause trouble on the penguins' territory! Not even Batman."

Before he could finish speaking, a bright blue light shone through the dust outside the door. A red and silver armored figure walked in slowly, accompanied by mechanical sounds and a unique sense of weight.

Copport swallowed the rest of his sentence.

In an instant, it changed to a smiling face.

"Oh, what a rare guest! What brings you here? My little casino is truly flattered, hahaha!"

Copeport's rise from an unknown low-level worker to his current position can be attributed to several key strategies.

Be reckless when necessary, be timid when necessary, be accurate in recognizing a father figure, and be quick to change your tune.

At the same time, Copport quickly turned around and beckoned to the two girls who had already skillfully shrunk to one side.

"Come out here, hurry up and pour drinks for the guests!" He waved his short, fat hands. "Keep playing the music and keep dancing!"

“Mr. Cogate, you’re too kind. I only have two questions,” Shen You waved his hand and said, “They’re about Cogate Aerospace. Their chairman was arrested earlier.”

"Ah, that matter. I've heard about it. I never expected it, from such a hypocritical bastard," Cobblestone roared. "I despise lecherous men more than anything!"

Shen You glanced expressionlessly at the whole room of beautiful women behind him, wondering if the fabric on all those girls could even be pieced together to form a complete outfit.

“Uh,” Cobert choked, his eyes flickering, “They…they are all from different countries and regions. I asked them to come and tutor me in foreign languages.”

“I’m not interested in your case for now. But the victim in that case, Miss Virgil, I heard she works at your casino? As the owner, I think you should know something about her?”

“I don’t know, I have absolutely no idea.” Cobb shook his head vigorously. “We’re a very free organization. I never interfere with what my subordinates do in their spare time.”

Shen You remained silent, raised his right hand to the sky, and a burst of light energy cannon shot out.

A specially adjusted energy blast, boasting exceptional power and visual effects, erupted from the palm of the hand, unleashing a ring of magnificent, lotus-like ripples of light. The beam of light, carrying a terrifying, soul-shaking aura, pierced the dome and poured into the heavens with unstoppable momentum.

Soaring straight into the sky!

The casino's roof was blasted through, and through the crystal-clear dome, you could even see that the clouds high in the sky seemed to have been blasted through as well.

Witnessing that superhuman power almost up close, Copport was momentarily stunned. He opened his mouth, but only managed to utter a muffled murmur.

"This is really important, please think about it carefully again," Shen You said politely. "Thank you."

He even said please.

Cobo looked at the hole above his head, then at the clouds outside the hole that had been blasted apart by a single shot, and swallowed hard.

“I think I remember now. There was something like this. A friend from Metropolis, some very powerful friends, said he needed to take care of something in Gotham and asked me to borrow a pretty and capable person.”

As you know, my casino just opened, and making friends is extremely important in this business. I couldn't refuse, so I lent Virgil to them. But I swear, I have absolutely no idea what they did or how they arranged things afterwards!

I am a legitimate businessman.

"A friend from the Metropolis? Who?"

Metropolitan International.

Shen You recalled for a moment.

Metropolitan International.

An international gang in the Superman series?

At this very moment, in the Metropolis, the International Gang.

The man sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing absently at the brightly lit metropolis outside.

He was dressed in a suit and tie, his thick black hair neatly combed and exuding a cold aura. His face was expressionless, his bespoke black suit was meticulously tailored, and he wore a pair of gleaming black leather shoes. The expensive watch on his wrist reflected the bright white light.

Bruno Menhaldon, leader of the International Gang, the crime kingpin of Metropolis.

“Korctor Space is not doing as well as expected,” he said in a low voice. “They are sluggish and have limited capabilities. And worse, they have attracted some unnecessary attention.”

Bruno turned from his swivel chair and looked at a visitor in the shadows of the office.

"That guy who's called 'Ultraman' on social media, and that green, shiny guy. They're aliens, aren't they? Just like you guys."

You promised to help us with these things.”

"To clarify, all we promised was technology and weaponry. And don't push your luck, humans. You have all of this thanks to the generosity of our great master."

A master can give, and he can take away.

A hoarse, strange voice rang out in the darkness, its pronunciation somewhat awkward.

He paused, then gave a few sinister laughs.

"Heh, but you're lucky. That Ultraman does pique our interest."

Bruno asked, "So, you're willing to act on our behalf?"

"It remains to be seen how things go. But we will provide you with further assistance. Be honored for that." The somber voice sneered, "You are becoming the cornerstone of 'Apocalypse's' grand blueprint."

Chapter 186 I'm Being Targeted