And at the other end of the city, Fiske put his hands on a conference table for twenty-four people. He stared at the chair in front of him. Not long ago, Diane was sitting there, and she had a great success.

Complete victory.

"Has everything she said been confirmed?"

Fisk's voice was cold and biting, and there was an irrepressible anger in it.

It's like a boiling pressure cooker placed in a world of ice and snow.

Only one person in the conference room dared to speak under such circumstances.

"It's true."

Murdoch not only answered Fisk's questions, but also reported on the intelligence he collected during this period.

"The informant at the police station revealed to us that our plan failed completely this time. What is certain is that they did not cause any harm to Batman or Ghost Spider-Man, nor did they obtain any information about Batman or Ghost Spider-Man.

Identity information.

As for Milk...

The only thing we can be sure of is that he has escaped our control. The situation is likely to be consistent with what Miss Diane claimed, and they kidnapped Milk."

In Murdock's perception, he could hear Fisk's heart beating rapidly at this time. It can be imagined that he was extremely angry at this time, but there was even worse news waiting for him next.

Murdoch gave a few instructions to the assistant who was following behind him and then continued to report calmly:

"The Batman was already surrounded by them, but he summoned reporters and gave a speech, which brought him great popularity. We are afraid that we will not be able to attack him again in a short time, otherwise we will

Becoming a target in New York City.

The government and the police department should all hope that someone can kill him, but no matter who actually takes action in the end, they will definitely do their best to catch the murderer and avenge him.

So... we have to suspend all assassination operations against Batman, and we also need to wait and see whether the Ghost Spider-Man is recruited by the Bernanno family."

"A bunch of trash!"

With a roar, the huge round table was suddenly thrown into the air, and then Fisk's punch directly broke it in half.

Murdoch took a half step back to avoid a few wisps of sawdust.

After Fisk breathed deeply for a moment, he finally suppressed his violent anger. He looked at Murdoch and wanted to say something, but the latter also felt his gaze and whispered in advance:

"I've ordered a new conference table."

"Very good..."

Fisk nodded and walked out of the conference room first, followed closely by Murdoch. Looking at Fisk's back, he softly comforted:

"Mr. Fisk, this is not a failure. We have not lost anything. On the contrary, we have reached cooperation with the Bernano family according to the plan, and the plan has been able to..."

"No...this is failure..."

Fisk interrupted Murdoch, but there was no anger in his voice at this time, and only determination remained.

"Murdoch, I don't need comfort. I have experienced many failures, but I have never been truly defeated. I have been turning defeat into victory all my life.

But... you’d better give me some good news now, I’ve heard enough bad news tonight.”

"Of course... we have made great progress in our recruitment plan, and many good players have joined us... They have..."

Although the tone of both of them was very calm, there was a smile on both of their lips. After all, they had climbed up step by step from the small Hell's Kitchen, and this level of failure was not enough to defeat them.

And Fisker wasn't the only one who had a bad night.

...

...

Almost everyone in the police station late at night looked sad, while the remaining people all looked angry.

Thanks to this Bateman, they dispatched hundreds of people and even called in the brother troops to support the big operation.

And this is not the worst, because as soon as tonight is over, the media will send the entire police department, no... I should say every police officer in the United States, into a volcano!

They can all guess that they will be greeted by waves of deadly and frequent internal reviews, their budgets will be slashed, and their past "little problems" will be dug out and put under the spotlight.

Everyone here is full of pessimism about the future, and at the same time they are full of resentment towards the ridiculous Bateman in costume who is about to cause all this.

And George Stacey, the police chief, is under tremendous pressure. After all, he is the main person responsible. No matter which of his subordinates makes a mistake, he must be responsible for it.

The most painful thing for him was that even now, when he recalled the words and deeds of Bateman, he found that he still could not refute anything he said.

That means that in the future, anyone, whether a citizen or a reporter, will be able to repeat Bateman's statement to any police officer. This is no longer just a public relations crisis...

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the office door, and he had to turn his head to look. It was his best police sergeant, Frank Custer.

Frank didn't wait for George Stacy to respond. He pushed the door directly in and sat on his desk.

"It's such a mess, it's really frustrating."

George Stacey replied with a wry smile:

"This is the darkness before dawn."

"Do you really think so?"

"I hope so."

"Ha, I hope so."

Frank jumped down from his desk, pressed his hands on the table, and stared at George Stacey.

"You should have let me go, otherwise..."

"Otherwise?"

George Stacey shook his head.

"This kind of large-scale operation will always have the media appear. With your habits, I can't let you appear, otherwise tonight will only be worse. I am very sure that you will shoot that Batman in the spotlight."

Frank was noncommittal. He was silent for a while, and then pointed to the window of the office.

"Your men are all panicking now, and they are all waiting for you now."

"Gather them all, I'll be there right away."

George Stacey breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down. Then he looked at the photo of him and his daughter on his desk, and his expression finally softened.

Then he pushed open the office door, and everyone outside the door fell silent for an instant.

And George Stacy clapped with a smile on his face. Everyone didn't know why, but they were infected by George Stacy and they all clapped along.

"First of all, I have to thank everyone for their efforts in this operation. I know the results are not satisfactory, but we cannot deny the process for the sake of the results."

Then his face became a little more serious.

"I know everyone just had a terrible night. We stayed up all night, we all went out and came back empty-handed. I really hope that tomorrow will be better, but everyone knows that tomorrow will be worse.

I should have said something encouraging, or read out some statement, like in the old days when one of us got into trouble, but I think we all know that shit by heart, so why don't I just be candid with you.

What are we going to do?"

In order to shorten the distance and make himself appear more approachable, George Stacey simply followed Frank's example and sat directly on someone's desk in the hall.

"Now, except for those on duty, everyone else is off work. They go home to rest for a few hours and then come back to work.

If you can, stay with your loved ones, because we will have a difficult battle to fight in the next period of time, we will often work overtime in the next period of time, and there will be a lot of work to do."

Then he pointed to the whiteboard used in the meeting before today's operation, with a large picture of Spider-Man on it.

"We will catch her! Although it is a pity that it is not today, we will still arrest her and bring her to justice.

We will earn back our honor, and we will find evidence that the black-clad monster today harbored the Ghost Spider, and send this bastard to jail together!

Then the media will slap themselves in the face!"

"That's right!"

Frank roared at the right moment:

"We did not admit defeat, and we will never admit defeat!"

The crowd was also excited. Looking at the police officers with high morale, George Stacey nodded with a smile and took the lead out of the police station.

But when he got into his car, his face quickly turned pale. He started the car in despair and drove towards his apartment.

When he returned home with heavy steps, he found that his daughter, Gwen, had already fallen asleep.

His hand hung at the door of Gwen's room, wanting to see the face of his daughter, whom he had not seen for a long time due to work, but in the end he lowered his arm and sighed.

Then he picked up the backpack, socks and various gadgets that his daughter had thrown on the ground and classified them one by one.

In the few hours before the next arduous battle, he just wanted to briefly enjoy the ordinary life and spend time with his only daughter.

Even if this kind of companionship can only be provided in the form of cleaning her clothes and picking up groceries.

After sorting most of the clothes into the laundry basket, Gwen's dirty backpack was left.

He carefully took out the items in the backpack one by one. The various items with no apparent purpose inside made him smile. His daughter had all kinds of whimsical ideas since she was a child, and she would always come up with some messy things.

.

As he stared at these items, he seemed to hear Gwen's complaints that she didn't want to touch her personal belongings.

But for George Stacey at this moment, even such complaints are precious.

But...the next second, his most precious experience, his only warmth, was shattered...

He touched a very hard gadget...

His hands trembled as he stroked the items in the backpack, identifying its shape, but he did not dare to take it out, hoping it was just his imagination...

But in the end the backpack fell down.

Without this only obstruction, George Stacey could clearly see what was in his hands...

That... is a very beautiful little thing... although it is very old, it has been perfectly maintained.

If it were placed in the police station, I'm afraid many people would be willing to spend a small amount of money to exchange for it and keep it at home as a collection...
Chapter completed!