Although the Court of Owls' influence was no longer present in Gotham, Gwen did not relax her vigilance.
After all, this organization not only existed in Gotham but also had branches all over the World.
Gwen remembered seeing before that the Court of Owls even had branches in China, and it seemed that emperors and imperial clans from various dynasties had joined.
Among them, the Aisin Gioro family and the Ming Dynasty imperial family were the most memorable for Gwen.
Because before she transmigrated, she actually had a friend from the capital who was from the Zhenghuangqi (Plain Yellow Banner) and even teased him about being a member of the Court of Owls after hearing this news.
And the Ming Dynasty imperial family... the Ming Dynasty imperial family also joined?
If the Court of Owls really existed since the Ming Dynasty, then during the late Ming Dynasty, did the Ming Dynasty imperial family really not let the Court of Owls give them a hand?
At that time, she really wanted to complain that America's comic artists just drew whatever they wanted, completely disregarding historical development and thoroughly immersing themselves in their own artistic creation.
Ahem... let's get back to business.
Although the local Court of Owls in Gotham had been mostly cleaned up by the Tiangong Society, it didn't mean that the Court of Owls outside Gotham wouldn't send people over.
During these past few days of patrols, members of the Tiangong Society often discovered unfamiliar Talons wandering around Gotham.
The main reason was that these guys wore Talon uniforms with basically no protective power, and were performing parkour in Gotham, a city they weren't familiar with, in the middle of the night. How could they not be discovered by the Plumbers, who were former local Talons of Gotham?
With the aid of well-crafted battle suits that provided a certain boost to their strength, these Talons who had trespassed into Gotham were all captured.
With the help of the Tiangong Society, these individuals naturally went through the process of having their trackers removed, genes repaired, and interrogations conducted seamlessly.
Most of those who cooperated confessed that they came from other cities.
Some even came from other countries.
From their confessions, Gwen learned that the Court of Owls in other regions were extremely concerned about what happened in Gotham, and had even considered sending some kind of secret weapon to test the Water.
However, what made Gwen both relieved and regretful was that none of them were from China.
She really wanted to know if the Ming imperial clan and the Aisin Gioro had fought each other?
Speaking of which, everything that had happened so far could actually be considered good news.
Even if other Talons from the Court of Owls came to investigate, it was still good news for Gwen.
Next, it's time to talk about the bad news.
After the Court of Owls' encirclement and suppression, Gwen's Plumbers team had significantly fewer members.
After all, she had said at the very beginning that she welcomed those who were willing to work with her, and those who weren't could leave.
Although most Tiangong Society members had become familiar with this lovely young boss during these few house-raiding missions, and the remuneration Gwen offered was indeed substantial.
Still, a small number of Plumbers had not been Talons for long, and their families were still alive, so they chose to leave.
Gwen did not stop these people from leaving, nor could she.
Besides, the team had just been formed, and a round of purification wouldn't hurt.
The most important thing was that the local Talon warehouse had already been found, and the Tiangong Society's onboarding process was being carried out one by one.
Once this batch of Talons finished defrosting, their numbers would even surpass the original.
Gwen was happy, but someone else was suffering... In the Gotham Police Department office, everything was in a mess.
Files were piled haphazardly on the desk, the brown stains in the coffee cup had long since dried, and the walls were plastered with countless cases awaiting processing.
Gordon sat at his desk, his brows furrowed, his pen never stopping.
The pen tip rapidly scratched across the paper, the rustling sound of writing forming a stark contrast with the boisterous laughter of some inmates in the cell block.
He occasionally looked up, his gaze shifting between files and notebooks, his expression focused yet weary.
His partner, Harvey, was equally swamped in the office, rushing around frantically.
The hem of his trench coat fluttered with his hurried steps, his face was covered in sweat, and his tie was askew, making him appear quite disheveled.
His walkie-talkie on his waist would occasionally buzz with a Police Officer from the alarm center reporting new pending cases, but he had no time to attend to them.
Gordon, halfway through writing, looked up as if missing something, and called out to Harvey with a hint of urgency in his voice: "Harvey, have you pulled up the suspect information for that theft case?"
Harvey, rummaging through a filing cabinet, loudly responded: "Almost! Have you finished filing the evidence for the rape case on your end?"
"I... I'm almost done too!"
The two men, sweating profusely from their busy work, stole a glance at each other, sighed helplessly, and then plunged back into their hectic tasks.
Only the rustling of papers and the busy sounds of searching remained in the office.
Just then, a burst of unbridled laughter suddenly erupted from the cells next to the office.
Looking over, one would see several inmates, who had been huddled together talking, suddenly burst into laughter.
The laughter continued for a while, until finally, two people couldn't take it anymore.
"Shut up!" The two almost simultaneously stopped their work, their eyes as sharp as an eagle's, staring menacingly at the laughing inmates.
Their gaze was so sharp it was like two daggers piercing their hearts.
The inmates were intimidated by this look, their smiles instantly froze on their faces, and their bodies involuntarily shrank back.
They swallowed, no longer daring to make a sound, and obediently sat back in their corners.
After confirming that the inmates had quieted down, Gordon and Harvey turned back, re-immersing themselves in their mountainous work.
The reason the two were so busy was, ultimately, because currently, only two Police were still handling daily cases at the Gotham Police Department.
That's right, it was the unlucky Harvey and Gordon.
The other Police were busy with Chief Robb's "arduous task"—comforting the families who had been robbed by the Plumbers.
To complete this task, Chief Robb dispatched all Police from the entire Police Department, except for the alarm center, leaving only Harvey and Gordon.
After all, in Chief Robb's eyes, this Gordon kid was unwilling to take dirty money, always loved to nitpick, making everyone in the Police Department nervous, and was a thorn in his side.
And Harvey, groomed by Falcone, was most likely intended to replace him, making him an even deeper thorn.
He couldn't openly deal with these two, but using such disgusting tactics was perfectly fine.
Even if Falcone asked, he could use the excuse of "pressure from other families and organizations" to deflect.
You think my approach is problematic? It's definitely not a problem, the great Falcone will surely help me resolve the pressure from these families, right?
Of course, he certainly wouldn't dare to actually say that.
But that was the general idea.
He wasn't intentionally making things difficult for them; the problems encountered by the Police station were simply too thorny and truly required people to handle them.
Under these circumstances, the two heroes of the Gotham Police Department should be willing to shoulder this great responsibility, right?
Anyway, he used all the flattery he could, gave all the praise he could; I'm not targeting you, I'm looking up to you.
Harvey was still rummaging through piles of files, sweat constantly dripping from his forehead.
Suddenly, his walkie-talkie buzzed.
He instinctively thought it was another new case, another new alarm, and impatiently was about to ignore the voice coming from the walkie-talkie, but it made him freeze in place.
"Brock, Gordon, the Director wants to see you. Come to the office immediately."