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Chapter 140 Enthusiastic People in the Metropolis (Revised)

"How can you call him a villain?" Jaeger pondered. "—But he does sound a bit like a capitalist, though."

Poisonous Fog: "————"

It seems that's true.

As expected, the capitalist who got his hands on the streetlight was just as despicable as the villain.

However, the poisonous fog underestimated Jaeger's devilish level, because Jaeger quickly added, "By the way, thinking about it carefully, we can't just give all this money to the hospital for nothing."

"What do you mean?" Poison Mist's mind went blank for a moment.

"Of course, it means getting the funds back," Jaeger explained. "Didn't we say before that we wanted those guys to spend all their money on poison treatment?"

"Why don't we just acquire a hospital? You mentioned before that the group's industrial technology department has a lot of new products in the field of medical equipment, but currently only a few private hospitals are ordering them, so there is a lack of exposure to their efficacy and sales are average."

"If we own a hospital, we can not only solve the problems of exporting medical equipment and the natural exposure of patient treatment, but also recoup the money we spent on villains."

"Even though it's just a small amount of money, it's still money you earned through hard work and thrift, Poison Fog," Jaeger said sincerely. "How could I just give it away to someone else? Of course, I had to find a way to get it back myself."

Poisonous fog:

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Well, he did mention the equipment sales issue with the Department of Industry to Langdon before.

But he never expected that the problem would be solved in such a bizarre way!

Was this also part of Langdon's plan?

The concept of toxic fog has been elevated.

As for other details, Jaeger also came up with corresponding measures one after another.

For example, why would the villains definitely come to this hospital? Jaeger actually planned to use the principle of "willing people take the bait."

After all, the toxicity of the fog is very special, and normal medical methods may not be able to detect any problems.

However, once the poisonous fog takes effect, the pain is almost unbearable, and sooner or later the villains will find themselves in various hospitals in the metropolis and come to Jaeger's hospital on their own.

As a result, due to the limited perspective, the villains would hardly realize that the hospital they actively sought out was actually the culprit behind their poisoning.

Furthermore, if the villains investigate afterwards, they will only be able to find that their poisoning is related to a certain black and white monster.

But who sent this black and white monster?

To put it another way, anyone who investigates will find that all the poisoned people have one thing in common: they are reverse-employed, not villains vying for the Escalibert Trophy.

So who would be furious about this?

The answer is too simple; even a metal man could easily figure it out—it must be the angry members of that religious group deliberately retaliating!

They couldn't find out who was engaging in reverse employment, so they took action against the villains who betrayed them!

How awful!

The poisonous fog, upon hearing this, exclaimed: "————"

Damn, thinking about it carefully, it seems to make a lot of sense.

After all, what normal person would do something like Langdon—hiring someone, then poisoning them to recoup their money through the poisoning?

It has to be said, these cult members were really unlucky to run into Langdon—

Once again, all the employees ran away, leaving no one to work, and then suddenly, someone was unfairly blamed and became the culprit for attacking the villains.

Is there anything more outrageous than this?!

"Anyway, we've already acquired Planet Daily for online media, so if we acquire a hospital too—let the Metropolitan media think that the Parrels Group is entering the Metropolitan area in this way."

Jaeger didn't notice what the poisonous fog was thinking and continued talking to himself.

He quickly looked at the toy figures on the ground again: "As for the toy figures—"

"It doesn't seem right to let him lie there like this. Let's find someone to take care of him."

"This is a free service; there's no charge for it."

Thirty minutes later.

The wailing of sirens shattered the silence of the dockside warehouse district. Several police cars from the Metropolitan Police Department successfully located the Toy Man's warehouse, following the address provided in the tip-off call.

—And the toy man, bound tightly with rope, lying unconscious on the ground.

"Are you sure it's him?" The lead policeman, a cigarette dangling from his lips, compared the toy man's file in the police station's database with the appearance of the toy man in front of him, whose puppet head had been removed.

"It really is Winslow Short Jr. —" the policeman squatting next to the toy man said in a strange tone, "We couldn't catch him before, but we didn't expect to be able to arrest him in this way."

"Detective!" One of the police officers from another group who went to investigate the warehouse ran out to report to the detective, "We've almost figured it out. More than 80% of the toys inside are extremely dangerous, and many are even up to military weapon standards—"

"Jesus the fuck Christ, damn it." The detective exhaled a puff of smoke and said expressionlessly, "These bastard criminals hid a military weapons depot right under our noses, and we only found out about it after receiving a tip-off."

"So who exactly is it—" the policeman squatting on the ground couldn't help but ask, "someone capable of subduing the toy man and reporting his warehouse address, without even leaving any clues to prove his identity—even Superman wouldn't do this, would he?"

"No, it can't be said that there were no clues left to prove his identity." The detective coughed. "The person in charge of answering the tip-off calls said that the other party left a name."

"A name? Doesn't that tell us who they are?"

"But the name they left was 'Metropolitan Enthusiast.'" The detective chuckled. "And they even used a voice changer. Their voice was hoarse and deep, like some kind of alien monster. If you didn't know better, you'd think they came out of some third-rate director's monster movie made for money laundering."

"Seriously, if the address and details they provided hadn't been so detailed, we would have definitely thought they were playing us for fools," the detective said, taking a deep drag on his cigarette.

The police officer standing nearby fell silent upon hearing this: What kind of enthusiastic metropolitan person is this?!

"Speak," the detective raised an eyebrow. "Could it be that someone accidentally triggered those things in the warehouse? I've told you so many times not to touch them. You never know how wicked these villains' inventions can be—"

"No! It has nothing to do with the warehouse!" The policeman who had just run over blushed. "It's a message from headquarters—the guy who just reported the toy man has called again to report him."

"This time, that concerned citizen from the metropolis reported three villains in one go!"

Detective: "————"

Is this self-proclaimed metropolitan enthusiast using us as a KPI tool?

The Daily Planet, on the same night.

"What?! — We have to work overtime again?!"

After resolving the toy man attack incident in the park area, Clark returned to the Daily Planet to finish his article and heard Jimmy say...

His eyes widened instantly when he spoke.

"Yes, you heard me right." Jimmy patted Clark on the shoulder with empathy. "In the recent incident, more than a dozen villains in Metropolis were reported to the Metropolitan Police Department. When the police arrived, these villains were mostly unconscious, so the arrest process went surprisingly smoothly."

"And the whistleblower appears to be the same person—a guy who calls himself a Metropolitan enthusiast."

"So Perry has suppressed us all, and none of us are allowed to leave," Jimmy sighed. "Unless we get this story on the front page before the other news outlets do."

Clark: "————"

I'll say it again, is this hell?

The boy of hope almost fainted on the spot, losing all hope.

But at the same time, Clark suddenly realized something from this unusual situation.

"Wait, Jimmy." Clark suddenly grabbed Jimmy's shoulder. "Among the villains who were reported, are there any toy people?"

"You actually knew?" Jimmy nodded. "He was the first one arrested."

Clark: "————"

Alright, the case is solved. We know who did it.

Thinking back to what the Winchester detective said this afternoon—that Langdon had some hidden story regarding his reverse-employment of the villain—

Now it seems that the so-called hidden story is that Langdon reported all the villains who took money, one by one?

Noticing Clark's strange expression, Jimmy tilted his head and said, "Wait, Clark, you don't know anything about this, do you?"

"Oh right, I remember you went to the park area with Louise this afternoon? The toy men attacked that area and were arrested shortly afterward, could it be—"

Faced with Jimmy's enthusiastic speculation, Clark opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

After all, the claim that "the whistleblower was Langdon" is currently just my own speculation.

Besides, even if it really was Langdon, the fact that he didn't choose to tell me and Louise, and instead chose to report me anonymously to the police, clearly shows that he didn't want to expose his identity.

Therefore—no matter what, Clark could not easily speak out and reveal his speculation.

He could only give Jimmy an awkward smile: "Well, although Louise and I were indeed attacked by toy men this afternoon, we don't know what happened after they left."

"I see." Jimmy was a little disappointed, but he could only shrug regretfully and go back to his workstation.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, quietly pulled out his phone from under the table and sent a message to Langdon's Pingo account.

【CK】：A Metropolitan enthusiast?

Langdon did not reply after sending the message.

As Clark wrote his article, he pondered: Had he guessed wrong? Was this Metropolitan enthusiast someone else entirely?

But even if it wasn't Langdon, it should at least be related to Langdon.

And at that very moment.

With a "buzz," Clark's phone rang. He picked it up instinctively and found that Langdon had finally replied.

But his reply was not quite what Clark had expected.

[Landon Parrels]: Do you usually slack off at work like this?

At the same time, a figure appeared next to Clark, accompanied by Jimmy muttering, "Why is the new boss suddenly here again?"

"Langdon?!" Clark looked up and saw Langdon standing next to Jimmy's workstation, looking thoughtful. "What's wrong with you all of a sudden—"

"Hmm." Langdon nodded, then shook his phone, his expression so calm that you couldn't tell he had just been complaining on his phone about Clark slacking off at work. "Phone."

cell phone?

Langdon's surprisingly unconventional way of speaking, despite his feigned social anxiety, made Clark pause instinctively before realizing that Langdon probably meant for him to look at his phone.

Clark picked up his phone and found that right after the message complaining about him slacking off at work, Langdon had sent him a new message.

[Landon Parrels]: "Louise just received a message from Lexcorp that they found the person who installed the out-of-control device in her car and is trying to pin the blame on Luther."

We are now planning to investigate where that person is located.

If you want to go on the investigation together, I can just tell the editor-in-chief for you, so don't worry about getting scolded.

So, are you going?

Of course, you can stay if you want to finish your draft. If you have something to do later, Louise and I will remember to call Superman :P

Clark: "————"

Should she work alongside a group of political affairs colleagues forced to stay and work overtime, their resentment almost turning into vengeful ghosts, to meet deadlines under the watchful eye of the editor-in-chief, or should she join Langdon, Louise, and the others to investigate an assassination case?

Is this choice really that difficult?

Clark decisively abandoned Jimmy, who was also working overtime, and stood up with a resolute expression: "Go!"

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