Chapter 522: Nirvana Helen (5K Chapter!)

Gwen was preparing dinner downstairs.

Hawk was sitting in George's study, reading the file on New York Times reporter Otos.

Before Christmas last year, this reporter was found tied to a cross and burned to death on the banks of the Hudson River.

Once the news was confirmed, all the media in New York City exploded.

The public also exploded.

Although the New York Police Department disliked this reporter very much, he was a reporter after all, a colleague in the media circle, so it was normal for the media to feel sad for their own kind and be filled with righteous indignation, speaking up for Otos.

The public was also speaking up, but their mood was different from the media circle; they felt that Otos must have investigated some dark secrets and was silenced.

Success also comes from happy education.

Failure also comes from happy education.

It's called happy, but it's actually keeping the people ignorant.

As everyone knows.

Keeping the people ignorant can reduce management costs significantly, but since you chose to keep the people ignorant, you must be prepared for them to be incited and coerced once they are.

This isn't it.

Most of the public, who still believe the Earth is flat and there is another world behind the North Pole wall, took to the streets under the incitement of the media, choosing to speak up for Otos.

It was under such circumstances that the 21st Precinct, Alexander.

Especially Captain George Stacy.

He was under even more pressure from the public below and the headquarters above.

Actually, if George were willing, he could completely just grab some dead junkie and close the case.

Don't think the Federation doesn't have forced confessions or unjust cases.

Just a murderer with solid evidence can walk out of court as innocent under the defense of a top lawyer; looking at the whole from a small part, one can know how many people have been wronged.

Because the Federation has a jury system.

Simply put.

In court, you don't need to convince the court; you only need to convince the jury; even if there is a video of you killing someone, as long as you convince the jury and make them believe the video is AI-synthesized, as long as they believe it, you can walk out of court.

Similarly.

The District Attorney only needs to make the jury believe that even if the defendant has an alibi, they killed someone remotely with their mind; as long as the jury believes it, the defendant has to go to prison.

After all, can a defendant who can be wronged by the District Attorney afford a top lawyer?

But George was unwilling.

He still had his own pursuits, even if the Hudson River case wasn't the first crime scene, and there was no surveillance nearby, he still fully supported Detective Ma Huoni in being responsible for solving this case.

Finally, after spending about two months, that is, last month, after the technical department's full restoration, they recovered sporadic data from the burned laptop hard drive, and then from a name in the sporadic data, they followed the clues and found "Blood Apocalypse."

This is not a person's name, but an organization's name.

A sect.

To be precise, this is an evil cult.

But legal.

After all, there is freedom of belief.

The founder of "Blood Apocalypse" is named Elani, an organization that believes "blood is needed to summon the Four Horsemen to cleanse the world."

Other than that, nothing.

After all, this is an evil cult; although legal, it still has concealment.

Just like reporter Matos, he only barely investigated that the founder was named Elani, and then there was no more.

Ma Huoni made a decisive decision and applied to the court for an arrest warrant.

Then—

Someone came to surrender, confessed to the crime of killing reporter Matos, and before Ma Huoni and George could react, the District Attorney's office reached a plea agreement with the suspect at light speed.

Just as Ma Huoni said, for this case, the pressure from above was not small.

After all, no one likes to waste a lot of police force for a reporter who finds trouble for the police department all day long.

Someone confessed, and George had no choice; although he felt that the guy who confessed was a scapegoat, under the pressure of the headquarters, he could only choose to close the case.

Once again.

If George compromised, he wouldn't just be a Captain until now.

This isn't it.

He was investigating in secret.

Then...

Was he retaliated against?

Hawk finished reading all the files, and then looked at the sporadic information about "Blood Apocalypse" on the Internet, feeling somewhat speechless, but not very surprised, and shook his head.

In a word.

George clashed with an evil cult; could he not be silenced by the evil cult?

From the degree of madness, the madness of an evil cult is much higher than Hydra.

After all, Hydra is just a villain organization; they don't play that mind-control set.

But an evil cult...

What they play is mind control.

Hawk shook his head, closed the file, got up and left the study, then went down the stairs and found Gwen, who was cooking dinner in the kitchen.

He told Gwen the content of the file he had finished reading, one by one.

Finally.

Hawk said with a smile: "If you want, I'll go and chop this Elani."

George is a Captain, so he needs evidence.

Hawk is not.

He usually doesn't look at evidence when chopping people; as long as there is suspicion, that's enough for him to take action and chop people.

In a word.

If it wasn't you who did it, then why don't I suspect others, but suspect you?

Gwen frowned, then shook her head.

"No."

"Hmm?"

"This is Dad's case."

As her thoughts turned, Gwen, who had wanted to open her mouth several times to let Hawk chop this Elani, resisted and eliminated this thought, took the roasted steak out of the oven, and looked at Hawk: "You follow result justice, but Dad follows procedural justice; this is why Dad doesn't like Spider-Man very much, and this is Dad's case; he almost had an accident because of it, so this case should be ended by Dad himself."

Hawk understood what Gwen meant.

George almost hung up because of this case.

It turned out he didn't die.

It was hard for him to wake up, and then he heard that the cult leader was slapped to death from the sky; that would probably be depressing for a long time.

So...

George's case, George finishes it.

Hawk thought, laughed, and took the steak roasting pan from Gwen: "Listen to you, whatever you say, I'll do; after all, you are the one with the highest degree in our family."

Gwen is already a Doctor.

And him? He is about to have summer vacation again, but the company for his summer internship hasn't been decided yet.

Gwen listened to Hawk's teasing and gave Hawk another eye-roll.

"But I will hope for your help at any time."

"Of course, the direction your finger points is the direction I move forward."

Hawk responded with a smile.

He didn't take this matter to heart.

Just an evil cult.

Gwen said to leave it to George, so leave it to George.

One hour later.

Howard and Simon, who had finished dinner, sat obediently in Hawk's Audi A8 and then arrived at New Amsterdam Hospital.

No loud noise, no loud fuss.

Howard and Simon stood quietly by George's hospital bed, then looked at George, who was lying on the hospital bed intubated, although not yet awake, but with no major problems.

Helen, who was sitting not far away eating, was commenting on Gwen's craftsmanship.

"Not bad, your cooking is getting better and better."

"That's right!"

Gwen listened to the praise from Mom, raised her chin proudly, like a white swan: "I am the daughter of Chef Helen Stacy after all."

Helen looked at her proud daughter, smiled, and then looked at Howard and Simon, who were quietly watching their father: "I used to think these two guys were very naughty, but they are actually quite good."

Gwen followed Helen's gaze, also looked at her two younger brothers who were holding hands and standing quietly in front of their father's hospital bed, and said with a smile: "They are just a bit naughty, actually very obedient."

"It's just that their learning is not good." Helen nodded in agreement, changed the subject, and looked at Gwen again: "If their learning talent had one-tenth of yours, I would be very satisfied."

Gwen defended her two younger brothers: "Mom, boys are always late bloomers; wasn't Hawk also very naughty when he was ten."

Hawk, who was sitting on the side and hadn't spoken, heard himself being pulled in, was slightly stunned, then met Gwen's gaze, blinked, then looked at Helen, and said with a serious expression: "Yes, I was also very naughty when I was ten, often singing loudly when the church had services and activities."

Helen said with a smile: "You are in the choir; if you didn't sing loudly, then there would be a problem."

Hearing this, Hawk looked at Gwen and shrugged.

Gwen smiled helplessly and looked at Helen: "Mom, you should give Howard and Simon more confidence; if Hawk and I have children in the future, even if their learning talent doesn't have one-tenth of Hawk's, I won't be angry."

Helen looked at Gwen, who said such a confident sentence, laughed, and looked at Hawk.

"Do you believe it?"

"I believe it."

Helen smiled and pursued: "Really?"