svetikya Chapter 69 Killer Crocodile
Chapter 69 Killer Crocodile
After beating the thugs to the ground until they couldn't get up, Zheng Encai took out his phone and called Brock.
Calling the Gotham Police Department directly would be an option, but it's unclear whether they'll respond, or if so, when they'll arrive. After all, the incident happened in the East Side, not the Diamond District, so it's normal that no one has come yet.
If Gordon had become the director, things would have been different, but now Gillian Robb, who has close ties with Falcone, is still in that position.
Zheng En didn't have time to supervise them, so he simply used connections to find someone he knew better, Brock, to work with. Brock was the type who liked to slack off, so he would probably have more free time than Gordon.
"Hey, what do you take me for? A thug you can call on anytime? You don't even pay me!"
Brock answered the phone cursing, and Jung Eun retorted without hesitation, "It's not like I'll get a call from the GCPD just because I called them. The guys who came to rob us did it in the East District."
"grass."
Harvey Block was speechless.
"Are you coming or not? If not, I'll have no choice but to sink them in Gotham Bay to prevent future trouble." Zheng En was still speaking on the other end of the phone when Brock clicked his tongue. "Just you wait!"
After hanging up the phone, Zheng En looked up and saw a child curiously peering down. He had initially only peeked through a small crack, but after Zheng En started making the call, he mustered the courage to look down more closely.
That glance met Jung Eun's gaze.
He was so frightened that he shrank back, and only looked out again after a while.
The person who had been staring at him earlier was gone. The child rubbed his eyes and saw three bruised and swollen people lying on the ground in the alley, proving that what had just happened was not a hallucination.
He opened the window and poked his head out, only to spot a figure at the alley entrance a moment later.
After scaring the child away, Zheng En didn't pay much attention to it. Compared to this little incident, he was more puzzled by something else.
Who knocked out the dwarf?
At the alley entrance, the short man who had been with the others was lying on the ground, his mouth cut and his head bleeding, clearly having also been in a one-sided fight.
He hadn't seen the dwarf before and assumed the man was just keeping watch, and would make a hasty retreat if things went wrong.
In retrospect, this guess was only half right. He was indeed acting as a lookout, but he failed to escape and was beaten up by some unknown person, suffering a beating no less severe than that inflicted on his accomplices.
The man didn't leave anything behind. Fortunately, there were many large trucks transporting goods here, which stirred up a lot of sand and dust.
The shoe print remains on it, and you can make out its general outline.
They are about 30 centimeters long, and the sole pattern is a common style for ordinary sports shoes. The stride is wide and the feet are slightly turned outwards.
The person was likely around 1.9 meters tall, and probably male. The hard surface made it impossible to discern the depth of the shoe prints or determine their build.
While waiting for the police car to arrive, Zheng En patrolled the area for a long time before discovering a bluish-gray scale in the sand at the edge of the corner.
What kind of creature has these scales?
He vaguely felt that it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember the specifics, so he could only put it in his pocket and take it with him.
Regardless, the other party has helped him in some way. As for whether they have other plans, that's another matter entirely.
The incident of being targeted and quickly dealing with the other party happened before Zheng En joined the foundation. It didn't have much of an impact on him, but when distributing food, he couldn't help but start paying attention to the people in the group.
Zheng En didn't believe that others would help him for no reason. Either the other party had received something from him, or they had a grudge against the dwarf's gang.
The former is much more likely than the latter.
Regardless of his original intentions, Jean did indeed do a lot of good deeds in the public eye, and the food he distributed could extend the lives of some people by a few days.
The guy who knocked the dwarf unconscious is probably among the people in line for relief.
These people were generally short, not only because of their physique, but also because of their listless and hunched backs. Zheng En was exactly 1.8 meters tall, not particularly burly, but still somewhat intimidating to them.
Finding someone who fits the criteria wasn't difficult; Jung Eun quickly identified a potential match.
He was tall and wore a hooded sweatshirt, completely covered up from head to toe. He kept his head down and only briefly showed his hands when receiving food.
This is incredible for teenagers in Europe and America.
Although it's already autumn, even in winter, you can still see white men on the street wearing hoodies and shorts, standing with their legs spread wide like an A-frame, as if they were made of steel and completely impervious to the cold.
But it's only autumn now, yet that person has completely wrapped himself up.
It's less about being afraid of the cold and more like they're trying to hide something.
The bluish-gray scale flashed before Zheng En's eyes, and the question from before resurfaced.
What kind of creature has these scales?
Zheng En wasn't stupid; by piecing together the fragmented clues, he quickly sketched out a general image in his mind.
Killer Croc, Wayne Jones.
This guy is also a well-known inmate in the asylum. His crocodile-like appearance often earns him a place in Arkham's headlines. Although he's mostly just a vanguard or cannon fodder for other villains, used to highlight their power, he still manages to make a strong impression.
Unlike most mentally ill criminals who are highly intelligent and adversaries of Batman, Killer Croc is mostly talked about for his appearance and fighting skills.
His suffering stemmed primarily from atavistic diseases. As he aged, his teeth and nails became sharp, his body grew scales, and his appearance began to resemble that of a crocodile.
With his mother dying in childbirth and his father abandoning him, Wellen Jones was raised by his aunt from a young age. His atavistic physical characteristics subjected him to discrimination and abuse. One day, unable to endure it any longer, Wellen killed his aunt, thus embarking on a life of crime.
Zheng En wasn't sure if Wellen Jones had ever killed anyone, but since the man was willing to patiently wait in line for relief instead of robbing and extorting, it seemed that things hadn't reached an irreversible point yet.
Could it be that the person who secretly helped him was Weren? Or was the scale just an accident?
[Mission: Crocodile Tears]
Do crocodiles cry?
Born without a mother and abandoned by his father because of his unusual appearance, Wellen Jones was ostracized from birth because of the scales on his body. Insults and abuse from his relatives were commonplace, and the strange looks from those around him were a constant companion.
Pain is like scales that can never be washed away; scales that keep growing back even after you rub them hard.
Is he born evil, or is he shaped by his environment?
Would you believe crocodile tears?
[Mission Objective: Help Wellen Jones achieve the life he desires]
[Task Reward: $20,000]
Simulated points × 20
Killer Croc's Physique (pure stats, no mechanics needed. Don't worry, this won't make you grow superhuman scales; after all, it's a reward, not a punishment. Even Wayne Jones might not be willing to sacrifice his appearance for power.)