Chapter 4353: Justice League: Assembly (Part 8)

"Then why did they come in?" Barry was puzzled.

"Most of them are because of illness." The nurse thought for a while and said, "Or sudden accidents, which led them to the hospital, but they couldn't afford the hospital bill..."

"Wait," Barry interrupted him and then said, "But I see that many of them seem to have drug addiction..."

"That was infected after wandering the streets," the nurse said, "Life is too bitter, they will want to find some spiritual comfort. Or the illness was not cured, and they need something to stop the pain. Someone specializes in this business..."

"Who?"

The nurse shook her head and said: "Don't go into this. No one can stop the people behind it. In short, most people are because of illness and accidents."

"What about insurance? Doesn't insurance pay?"

"About 60% of insurance does not pay." The nurse thought about it and then said, "Insurance companies will require you to be a perfect victim. It is best to pick up your mobile phone at the moment of the car accident to record how the opposite car came, how your car turned over, how your leg was broken, and how your head was bleeding. Of course, if you really handed over these evidences, they would say you deliberately manufactured an accident to defraud insurance; otherwise, how could you be prepared in advance?"

Barry probably understood. Now these people in the shelter are not self-depraved, but encountered accidents, insurance refused to pay, eventually went bankrupt, wandered the streets, became addicted to drugs, and then were brought into the shelter.

And because the city management regulations of Central City are exceptionally strict, let alone homeless people, there is not even allowed to be garbage on the street. So if these people want to return to society, they must have a fixed residence. But their resume is obviously impossible to rent a house, so they can only find someone to borrow, but the rules for borrowing are also very strict, even between immediate family members, they can basically not borrow, otherwise everyone will roll away together. So these people have no way to return to society at all.

Although the Central City government built a shelter to keep them, it was no different from keeping livestock. At least animals aren't plagued by drug addiction. The lives of these people were already over; all their remaining years were just a matter of enduring.

Thinking of this, Barry himself felt a deep despair. He didn't dare to think, if he fell to this point, how painful it would be. He also understood why the eyes of that group of people were like that—many of them were only twenty or thirty years old, about the same age as him, but their lives were over.

Originally, Barry was proud that Central City was managed well and had no homeless people, but now it seems that this is just a harsh elimination mechanism. Everyone has to live perfectly from birth. As long as there is a little mistake, they will be kicked here, without even a chance to look back.

Those who wandered to homelessness in Los Angeles, although they are also very miserable, because the management there is not strict, there are still some loopholes to drill, such as secretly hiding people in their own basement, or changing houses with their relatives and friends. If the survival ability is strong, they can also go to live in that kind of abandoned building.

But it doesn't work at all in Central City. The municipal management staff here are almost patrolling 24 hours a day. For tourists, this is of course very good, the whole city is very neat and beautiful, and many people say that this place is not like an American city at all. However, for these people who accidentally wandered to homelessness, this is a fatal slash, without even a little room to struggle.

The nurse seemed to see what Barry was thinking. When they arrived at the entrance of the Wickwood District, he said to Barry, "City councilors change four times a year, just because this is the city with the best law and order and the lowest crime rate in the United States. Everyone in office can take some credit, claiming they led the safest city in the country; it's a great opportunity to add luster to their resumes. Because of this, these people will never have a chance to return to society. The councilors won't let these stains tarnish their crowns. If you don't want to end up like this, you must be very careful."

After the nurse left, Barry squatted down and hugged his head in place, feeling a splitting headache. He rubbed his face over and over again, wanting to wake himself up, but still couldn't suppress the anger rising in his chest.

Humans shouldn't live like this. Thinking of the numb eyes he saw through the observation window again, Barry clenched his fists tightly.

But suddenly, he seemed to remember something. In an instant, the light of blue lightning appeared and disappeared, and Barry appeared in Lois's room again.

Facing Lois, who was lying on the bed drinking yogurt, Barry made an apologetic gesture, then picked up her computer and left.

"Sorry, I'll return it later!"

Barry ran all the way to the city center of Metropolis with the computer. Capitol Hill was still parked here, and the congressmen hadn't left, but workers were working overtime to connect the heating, and there were delivery cars all around. Obviously, they were ready to spend the winter here.

When Barry rushed in, the whole conference hall was as warm as spring. The cold wind outside couldn't penetrate at all, so that when Barry stopped in the center of the circular hall, he felt the part of his body that had been frozen into ice start to melt, and then turned into tears.

He opened the computer interface and called up the pictures he had seen before. The first one was the one he couldn't bear to look at: a three-year-old child whose ears were frozen off.

It's not an exaggerated description; it's just that after the ears were frozen stiff, they fell off entirely. Because it was too cold, the cross-section didn't even bleed. His mother thanked God on the side, because the ear was already rotten, and it wouldn't bring too much pain to leave the body in this way.

Barry just stood there stupidly, staring at the picture, unable to say a word for a while, unable to make any movement, just froze like that.

But his appearance obviously attracted a lot of attention, because the congressmen were arguing about the audit of votes again, gathering around the circular hall. And at this time, a stranger suddenly appeared in the center of the hall, and of course, he would be discovered.

The councilor who was speaking in the center turned his head to look at Barry, feeling a bit inexplicable; he didn't see anyone walk in at all. So he turned his head to look at Barry and said: "Who are you? How did you get in?"

Barry's attire was out of place with the hall. The whole hall was dark brown, the walls and ceiling were neoclassical decorations, all congressmen were in suits and leather shoes, their hair was meticulously groomed, wearing famous watches, their hands were maintained almost without wrinkles, and famous pens flashed with oily light. Cufflinks, tie clips, brooches, the light of gemstones reflected each other, simply like an oil painting.

And Barry was wearing a hoodie, with a jacket outside, gray work pants full of dust, his face was young, even could be called immature, his eyes were hesitant, just like a monkey that suddenly broke into a modern office building.

But he couldn't care about this anymore. He had been completely overwhelmed by intense emotions. He pushed the person who asked him aside and pushed him directly to the ground.

After pushing someone, Barry himself was shocked; he didn't know where he got such great strength, and he was usually a person who didn't like to use violence at all. He hesitated, but still didn't pull him, but walked to the podium.

He took out the computer's data cable, connected it to the podium's computer, lowered the microphone, and then asked: "Have you seen this?"

The picture of that child soon appeared on the big screen. But unexpectedly, there was no uproar, no discussion, as if everyone was very used to it, and everyone looked at the exit.

Soon, fully armed security guards rushed in, waving sticks and shouting at Barry: "This is the Capitol building, protests are not allowed! Leave immediately, or we will shoot!"

"I'm not protesting," Barry said, "I just want to ask you, don't you know this? Haven't you seen it?!!"

But at this time, the security personnel had already rushed in front of him. Barry of course would not be captured without a fight. He picked up the computer directly, flashed away with a "whoosh," and no one saw his movements clearly.

"Look at this, this child is only three years old, his ears were frozen off, he is about to have an amputation. Don't you know?!!"

"And this, this girl is only this big, and she is already wandering the streets. She has given birth to a child and has been infected with a venereal disease, covered in dark sores, and can only lie on the street with a fever; she is about to die!"

"This person is already 60 years old, about the same age as you. He used to be a rich man, but now, he is confused and lying on the street eating the paint on the coffee shop pillar. Can't you see it?!!"

When Barry said these words, he kept dodging the security personnel, constantly changing positions in the circular hall, holding the computer in his hand, facing the outside, pointing at the pictures, wanting them to see.

The result was just someone starting to shout: "Take that computer in his hand! Damn it!"

"Why can't you see it?! Aren't you ruling this country? Hundreds of thousands of people in this country are dying, don't you care at all??!!"

"You are all excellent talents selected from each state, because the people trust you, you are allowed to become their representatives, you can decide the results of the general election. But why don't you care about these people who are about to die?! They might have voted for you too!"

"You only need to promulgate laws, increase welfare, and restrain those big companies, and so many people won't die for no reason. Isn't it?!"

By the end, Barry was already crying. Because he really didn't understand why no one was willing to do such a simple thing. If insurance increases the compensation rate by 1%, it can save tens of thousands of lives; why is it just not possible?!

"Stop, you damn terrorist!" an old councilor shouted, "Knowing that we can decide the results of the general election, you still add trouble to us. We are about to decide the future of this country!"

"Future?! What kind of future?! Those people might freeze to death tonight!"

"Then why don't you go save them?" another person said, "You have super-powers, right? Then why don't you move those people to a warm place? Why are you going crazy here?"

"What is the name of that organization that manages super-powered individuals? A. R. G. U. S.! Hurry up and call their person in charge and take this madman away. If the votes have any mistakes, it's all because your security work is not done well!"

"That's right, I said we should re-audit. Now that outsiders have come in, who knows if he used super-powers to change the vote results. Must re-audit! Otherwise, I won't recognize this election result!"

"That's right, re-audit, must re-audit!"

The noisy sound echoed in his ears, but Barry couldn't hear it anymore. He only felt the world spinning, his vision began to blur, as if he had entered another world. The exquisite and clean floor under his feet began to turn black, blood seeped from the bright murals on his head, the gentlemen who were meticulously dressed grew fangs, the high-talk turned into a grin, and the earth cracked into gaps.

One second before Barry lost consciousness, he felt a cold wind rushing in from the door and vaguely heard a voice saying: "A. R. G. U. S. person in charge, Nyog Sothip. I'm sorry, this super-powered individual has caused you trouble; I'll take him away." ===== CHAPTER 4354 =====