"Protest?"
Amy looked at the crowd below in surprise and asked Clark, "What are they protesting about?"
"It's probably because of the enhanced army entering the city, right? Many citizens here feel their sovereignty has been trampled upon. The citizens here are simple and honest; they aren't like those in other cities who have more of their own thoughts."
Clark said with a frown.
"Maybe."
Amy mumbled, "Simple and honest?"
She always felt that this smog-filled city was full of an indescribable gloom.
Her senses were keen, always able to perceive many things others couldn't.
In short, this place had little to do with being simple and honest.
Among the Gotham citizens walking the streets, countless people held up banners, emotionally advancing towards Gotham City Government.
"Get out!"
"Homelander is not our hero! Our hero is not an alien!"
"This city is ours, no one can decide for us!"
"Oppose Homelander's military dictatorship! Oppose authoritarian politics! Oppose alien rule over America!"
Banners like these were held high by the crowd.
Many citizens also shouted political slogans as they advanced.
These citizens were emotional and impassioned; if there weren't police maintaining order around them, it might have turned into a special "zero-dollar shopping" event.
Many ill-intentioned individuals hid in the crowd, ready to cause greater disturbance at any moment.
Clark saw many sneaky individuals in the crowd.
"I'll go down and see."
When Amy saw the protesting crowd, she immediately decided to go down and take a look.
"Wait!"
Just as Clark was about to stop her, Amy had already activated her super speed, turning into a flash of lightning and rushing downstairs.
He couldn't stop her even if he wanted to.
Looking at her retreating figure, he sighed slightly.
This unusual power, when applied to an ordinary person like Amy, ultimately couldn't last.
He was very worried about whether Amy could control this power.
He thought of the tragic fates of those who gained superpowers through green Krypton stones in Smallville in the past.
He thought of those meteor-freaks, either dead or sent to mental hospitals by him and Eric.
Thinking of this, Clark formally began to consider how to retrieve the superpowers within Amy.
Downstairs.
At this moment, behind the protesting crowd, Gordon and Harvey Bullock were watching these citizens with complex expressions.
"What should we do? Disperse them directly and make them do something useful, or do nothing and just watch?"
Harvey Bullock, wearing a wide-brimmed hat and smoking a cigar, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and asked Gordon.
"It's not our turn to act yet. What happened to the injury on your head?"
Gordon looked at Harvey's bruised face, shocking wounds, and bandaged head, asking in surprise, "Were you attacked, or did you engage in dangerous activities like arresting the most dangerous criminals?"
"In fact, I had a conflict with those enhanced soldiers."
Harvey Bullock said somewhat resentfully to him, "Because of the curfew last night, I encountered two young men and women on the street."
Harvey took a drag from his cheap cigar and exhaled smoke.
The two old smokers immediately turned the surroundings into a smoky haze.
"You know, young men and women wandering the streets late at night are just looking to release those hormones. I was like that when I was young, so I can totally understand them. If I were a dozen years younger, I'd also like that kind of life. Staying out all night, dating the girl I like for a night, and preferably going to a bar..."
Harvey rambled on to Gordon about what happened last night.
Time rewinds to 13 hours ago.
"No nighttime activity here!"
On a certain street in Gotham, a couple strolling down the street was quickly stopped by a military policeman in a black uniform with a special emblem on his sleeve.
"What?"
The man, with his girlfriend in his arms, looked at the enhanced soldier in front of him in surprise.
However, before he could react, the soldier, holding a long police baton, walked over and grabbed the man's arm.
"According to the President's regulations, nighttime travel on this street is not permitted. You should be detained. Come with me now!"
The soldier said to him in an emotionless voice while restraining him.
"I haven't heard of such a rule, and besides, you're not police, you have no right to arrest me!"
The young man tried to break free from the soldier's grasp while speaking to him.
The young woman beside him was frightened and dared not move.
Although he struggled hard, the soldier's strength was astonishing, and the young man couldn't break free at all.
The soldier's grip on his arm grew tighter and tighter; he even felt intense pain.
Just as the man was struggling, a voice came from behind them.
"Hey!"
Hearing the voice, the soldier and the young couple turned to look.
They saw a man in a gray trench coat and a bowler hat leaning against a car, his hands in his trench coat pockets, speaking to the three in front of him.
The soldier, in a black uniform and wearing what looked like a gas mask but with blood-red light emanating from his eyes, turned around to face him.
The man who suddenly appeared was, of course, Harvey Bullock.
He was patrolling nearby and walked over when he saw the dispute.
He said to the soldier, "They haven't caused any trouble. How about letting them go home? After all, they're just young people who don't know any better; you should always give them some chances."
The fully armed soldier didn't buy it and walked over, asking him sharply, "The President has issued a curfew order. Are you trying to rebel?"
Harvey shrugged and said, "Take it easy, buddy, don't be so impulsive, we're colleagues."
And as he spoke, he reached into his chest, as if to pull something out.
However, this action clearly led the soldier to misunderstand.
The soldier gripped his military collapsible baton in his hand and quickly walked towards Harvey.
At the same time, he warned Harvey, "Don't move, put your hands out!"
Seeing that the other party intended to assault him, Harvey stopped reaching into his chest.
He knew the other party misunderstood that he had a gun in his chest.
Although he often did such things.
Some scumbags often take advantage of your distraction to reach into their pockets, ready to pull out a gun and shoot you.
Shrugging his shoulders, Harvey said to the soldier, "You're too stupid, buddy, I'm not reaching for a gun, I'm just about to take out my—"
Before he could finish, the soldier flew up and kicked Harvey in the chest.
With a bang, Harvey immediately flew backward uncontrollably.
The glass showcase of the store behind him shattered with a crash.
Harvey, leaning backward, smashed through the glass and flew into the store.
"Cough, cough!"
Lying on the ground, feeling pain all over, Harvey coughed violently.
The kick had hit his lungs directly, causing him to feel dizzy for a short period.
After coughing, he took deep breaths, and the pain assaulted his entire body.
He reached out and touched his forehead, finding blood slowly seeping out.
"I..."
Raising his head, Harvey looked with difficulty at the shattered glass.
Footsteps came, "Thump, thump, thump."
The soldier who had kicked him in walked in, stepping on shattered glass, meeting his gaze.
The soldier walked to Harvey, who was lying on the ground, and aimed his baton at Harvey's head.
With blood flowing from his nose, his face covered in glass shards and countless cuts, Harvey still slowly reached into his collar.
"You, buddy, you have the right to remain silent, but... but every word you say... will be used as evidence in court!"
Although speaking was difficult due to his injuries, Harvey still said to the soldier intermittently.
"No!"
The soldier's gas mask, with red light shooting from its eyes, was like the grim reaper from hell.
"You are no longer the enforcer here!"
The soldier shook his head at Harvey and said loudly.
Harvey acted as if he hadn't heard the other party's words, still muttering to himself, "You... you have the right to consult your lawyer!"
After fumbling for a long time, he finally pulled out his police ID from an inner pocket of his clothes and showed it to the soldier.
However, what greeted him was the enhanced soldier's unhesitating baton attack.
"Bang!"
In the distance, the protesting crowd threw Molotov cocktails, which smashed to the ground and ignited blazing fires.
The raging flames immediately caused a commotion in the crowd.
Screams and whistles, cheers from the crowd, merged into a cacophony of sound that spread through the surroundings.
Gordon, who had been listening to Harvey recount the story of what happened last night, was startled by the sound.
He immediately pulled his thoughts back to reality, picked up his walkie-talkie, and ordered his subordinates to extinguish the fire quickly and arrest the scumbags who threw the Molotov cocktails.
The police who had already gathered around immediately took action, arresting the black man who tried to cause a disturbance and controlling the lawbreakers who tried to create chaos.
The commotion in the crowd quickly subsided.
"So how do you feel now, Bullock? I thought you'd be in the hospital, but I didn't expect you to still be at work."
Seeing the disturbance in the crowd subside, Gordon let out a long sigh and turned to ask Harvey.
"What do I feel? What do you think I feel? I feel very proud, because I might be nominated for 'Gotham's Best Police Officer'?!"
Harvey Bullock sighed and said, "Police officers are beaten up on the streets, and no one stops it. I've had enough. This kind of thing cannot happen again, and I won't allow it to happen!"
"Alright, I understand how you feel."
Gordon watched the parade gradually move away and said to Harvey Bullock, "But now, can you still walk?"
"Of course, even if you break my legs now, I'm still the one who can stand up."
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