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While he was investigating the evidence room, with a pass and help from a local gangster, who had somehow opened up to the thugs of Olhos de Gato, he was always accompanied by one of his employees when he left.
There was Samara Jordan, she was Sharon's older sister, they lived together, and she had a friend from the neighborhood, called Pan, these girls were cared for and lived in the vicinity of that poor city ...
Samara Jordan was Sharon's sister, they had the same mother, but not the same father, and in that moment he saw that there was something in common ...
Some separated women lost custody of their daughters, there were many there who destroyed themselves in drugs, Samara's mother, she was not present, and suffered from alcoholism, they were the same mother, but with different parents.
In addition to the murders in question, unstructured, poor families who believed they would not be missed by anyone, but the error occurred, whoever had kidnapped Britney did not realize that there had been at first someone kidnapped who would not be missed by anyone.
They were sitting in the black car of one of the henchmen, he was in the back seat with Farjai looking out the window on his lap ...
He went to each of the apartments accompanied by the black cat, Farjai , and with the help of the henchmen of Olhos de Gato, he was able to talk to them all, the girls and the youngest boys had no problem talking, less fear.
It was a week in February when the elections had passed, at that time when he was at the city hall with his suit and the cat on his lap, a meeting of the businessmen and some of the most influential people who were financing and the fundraising and some funds.
He was wearing the black overcoat and his black suit with dress pants, he was being accompanied and discovering the rotting metropolis.
He was taken with his feline company, towards the mayor's inauguration party after the elections, he was being re-elected for the second time in a short period of time.
In the case of the city hall of the city of Metrópoles, the businessmen were gathered there, seated around a large hall of the city hall, with chairs occupied around it.
Decorated with American flags in the snow around it, people coming in and the new mayor speaking.
He was a man with a toothy smile from a toothpaste commercial.
And as far as he knew, when talking to some employees of Olhos de Gato, he was just a stick out.
And those who voted for him were paid, and the promises later stayed on the promises.
He was standing on a dais with a microphone in front of him.
His speech that lasted for hours on end, among a suspicious man among several influential and businessmen who were around, clapping and praising the great speech of this new mayor.
In a matter of seconds, he can see that a man around and at the bottom between the pillars looking at his wristwatch, lifting the sleeve of his shirt.
Affected people applauding a speech by an affected man, who was thin and charismatic.
The mayor in question was a stick to beat sin, he was so thin, his face sucked like a toothpaste actor, he looked more like a dentist than a prefect.
While the mayor in question was electing and handing over the tenure documents, each of them more impatient than the other, they had some who, with the faces of few friends, did not even shake hands with the mayor.
The construction commissioner was a short, burly man with the face of a Texas farmer.
The reporters were in full force, running towards the scene, and taking pictures and the cameramen were filming the inauguration, these days, there were several interviews ...
Later that afternoon, freezing, there was a blizzard that occurred with the change of climate, heavy that occurred, he was talking to an informant who was a contact from the works department ...
The man, like all good politicians, did poses, faces and mouths and raised thumbs.
He had his black feline company, as he learned, the mayor made the promise of city planning and the structuring of the decaying metropolis area.
There were constant demands for results from the city, one of these promises was used in the reelection of Mayor Irons Mills.
There was the superintendent and responsible for the funds of these promises, it was the businessmen and a politician named Benjamin Craig Kaige and his constant chatter, between the city hall the secretary and the minister of works.
Among these charges, the signature of the amount in question ...
In the same week in question, when homicide detectives were called towards a street near the dark crime zone.
He and Farjai went in the afternoon, after the police investigated the crime scene, while the cat got off his lap and went to his shoulder watching the scene.
They had found yet another corpse, a young woman, in those rooms, in the buildings under maintenance.
Every night that was in the most perfect order, I could see that there was no footprint on the carpet, only the marks of the vacuum cleaner, certain details did not escape the eye, the door had been broken open, there was a fire escape next to woman...
Something like a Christmas effect stuck on the other side of the door, but there was no Christmas tree.
The window was open, the crime scene has more questions than answers, there was a corridor, a smaller room, everything had been turned over, but the room had not ...
They had open drawers, things lying on the floor, but there was no underwear, no panties, they had invaded that house with the intention of committing the crime, looking around, he also saw that the trash was turned over.
Something in the middle of the scene that didn't make sense to him.
He went again to the social assistance center, like the cat on his shoulders, as he had suspected, there were several requests for government aid besides hers.
He remembered what was missing, there were scattered pictures, which he observed.
There was no point in taking the family photos, they were low-income people ...
The cat meowed, jumping off his shoulder and pointed towards the drawer, besides getting into it he saw that all the drawers, there were no underwear.
And ntão, recently she had filed a request for financial aid.
The blanket, where it was very strange, too shaggy for an adult woman, and as for Farjai that if it weren't for the blood it would curl up on it, it looked like a smaller version of a blanket, multicolored, something a child would have ..., not a adult.
They shot her, raped the corpse, and covered the body, as if to make her more comfortable.
Neck cut until the neck is almost cut off with the body, cuts everywhere.
He went back to the hotel, accompanied by Farjai , and petting the cat and while they both later ate a fried fish, he went to take a shower, and the cat licked himself, and he changed, and with the cat in his arms, they went down to the restaurant across the street, and went to lunch.
He had many companies and among them, there was the bartender, and some suspicious women who started conversation, loved it and opened up with a cat on their shoulders.
Since he knew that most of them were informants ..., then there was no problem talking, no one would steal a big cat that could risk scratching in the best of opportunities.
He went back up to the apartment and went to sleep with the cat at the foot of the bed.
The next day ..., he couldn't help it, he was always woken up by one of the cat-eye agents, he changed, and caught the cat, and they started the investigation again, and a few hours later, and when he came down and street, where cat-eyed employees expected, they drove down the street, they went to eat in a restaurant.
They passed by a restaurant and went to have breakfast.
After eating they followed the investigation ...
Another girl was found in the snow, in the middle of a small amusement park, which was abandoned and isolated by the renovation, was with insulation tapes.
In this case, well, well ..., who saw the girl disappear after five o'clock in the afternoon, and the site was seen by all the employees of the work in question.
It had been banned for approximately five weeks, before Valentine's Day.
They were only seen by the maintenance staff, who arrived around 6 am.
There weren't many security guards who were watching the place, and that was what it lacked, security.
Periodically, once every 7 days, the inhabitants of that neighborhood searched for children, the moment came when their children were sometimes forbidden to leave the house.
They were since they were not just children from poor and unstructured families, they had in the wealthier neighborhoods near the risk zone as they called it ...
There were protests all over the poor neighborhood, burning tires, and marches ...
With the negligence of the police, there were several citizens joining in increasingly organized and widespread protests spreading from city to city.
Somewhere else...
He helped the social worker, there were needy communities that sought government help.
It was a house next to a middle class neighborhood, it was the margarine commercial house, he was there taking his little girl on a bicycle, towards a sidewalk.
He was Professor Perkins, he was a great teacher of early childhood education, who helped children.
He taught in the afternoon at a children's school in the local city hall, it was a poor neighborhood, he helped the community, and did volunteer work at a social aid headquarters.
He helped community services, and that in turn, he had seven children, four girls and three boys, were ladders, he was a dear man, there were a whole lot of children playing around.
There were happy children in the playground, and the man was a great teacher, and at that time, after he left, there was a last child being seen at the social welfare office.
Not very close, over a period of five alternate days, several boys from 9 to 12 years old were found dead in the snow.
Somewhere else...
The media demanded results from the Metropolis police , becoming the most famous case of the city of light, covering and overshadowing Superman, and some heroes of the city of light.
Children were kidnapped, suspicious people, there were complaints every day.
There was something in common, besides the children who were missing and found dead weeks later.
They had few families who had confidence and wanted to open up to strangers ..., but the children were strangers, they opened up as they paid and what was little.
The parents, were visited by the same men in question, who offered jobs to the first of the boys, are about 2 years old, around the same time they started disappearing, and the women were found dead ...
There are two streets and a network of apartments.
They were led by a mafia, and by criminals, who seemed to lose power as crime and murder spread.
If they forced them to speak, they would speak, but the money itself would buy ...
What did they have in common ...?
The families in question were part of the same government programs ...
He talked to more than 10 children, one out of three of these children, were employed, and did not say much about what he wanted and what they would do when they were taken to work.
One of them said, take pictures, uncle.
While other children said that there was a rumor, a man took children to work, and in the end one child told another, and this man was a recurrent.
Like most families, if not all who lived there, they were low-income, needed government help, and they were often attended to by social assistance.
When they were attended by the same social workers ...
He interviewed his co-workers, there were more cases from these same streets that he thought anyone could handle.
More than five times, they heard children, there was missing data, he entered the social assistance center, there was an office that he entered, little surveillance and paper documents and a common key, he took his documents and took them with him to study .
Those who were the social worker found dead in the hotel two blocks from the streets where the children were found dead ...
Children accepted sweets very easily, the neighborhood was very poor, there was an abundance of child labor, but in compensation there were a high number of missing children.
There were rumors, strange rumors, that he followed, but they were not rumors of adults only, it was strange ...
He went with the cat, to the county police station, he talked to some police officers responsible for a case.
There were plenty of posters scattered on those streets, he talked to the children who said that it was normal for people there to pass by offering help and services, looking for children to work.
The policemen were working in turtle operation, there was not much to investigate, either due to lack of evidence or ill will, but the fact was that this coincided with the fact that that street was going to be expropriated.
Among these people, they were mostly street children of an average of 9 to 16 years old.
There was a mix of despair and frightened children, who roamed the streets, crime was high, and so when trying to talk, he was in disguise, he could not go with the local police to talk to the call girls.
The program women who roamed the streets were also missing, some were found in cheap hotels, and not in any cheap hotel.
It was the same hotel, in the apartment complexes of that neighborhood in question, a modus operandi, they were mutilated, throats cut, necks almost torn off.
Some of those buildings, even if the apartments that are on the poorer, more affluent streets, still had a lot of crime, and sometimes little or no security.
There was an investigation, but with little or no progress.
As said, they did not give importance to women like them.
Some children, yes, they were found, they were mutilated, raped and sodomized, they were found nearby in the snow that came in alleys, garbage cans and gutters, near the sewer, and or other abandoned buildings that were in the vicinity.
The police did not attach much importance to a wave of dead prostitutes and missing children from a poor neighborhood.
In the midst of this, he learned of a contact with one of the police officers.
Sharon Roack's widower , Marcos R oarck , received a letter among the correspondences he received weekly.
He received a call from a contact inside the police station, he learned that the widower contacted the police who did not pay much attention to the letter in question.
It was in another county on the other side of Metropolises.
He, together with his feline partner and the obligatory henchman, went with his car to pay a visit to Roarck , who handed him a letter.
She had something in common, other than just being randomly murdered by a guy.
He read, his sender, it was two blocks close to the hotel, there was a similarity with the case in question.
Apparently who wrote the letter, gave details of how his mother was murdered in the same way.
He walked down the street in question, they went towards Roarck's house , they met and talked, when offering a coffee, the cat drinking milk, because that was what they always offered when he went to these people's house.
He had seen that this man was from the second marriage in question.
There were data that he discovered in a matter of seconds, the man had just lost his wife, he was in pain and had been very needy, but it was help in a matter of a few hours, he headed towards the next city.
It was where he learned and the sender was and where the victim's daughter lived.
Posters scattered on all the posts and around the entire neighborhood towards the county.
About that...
Somewhere else...
It was around a forest, near an entrance to the sea, there were rafts around, a pier, and several ships, a base of anchored ships.
There were several people disembarking and being escorted, and security guards around that place were on the lookout, armed and in uniforms.
There were two parts of that place, the upper one, well lit, wealthy, drinking, smoking, talking and having sex with women around, not only with women, but there were more, teenage girls and children.
It was a luxurious place and with large statues and decorations, there were decorations and drinks, waiters, men and women having fun.
In a dark place, far from that happy atmosphere, far from the party.
In the middle of a trail between a road and several heliports, several hooded men were seen who were around a cell ...
Some naked women were seen around ...
There was a padded cell, where a woman was tied, with her arms tied by ropes to the metal head of a bed, she was awake ...
In each of the cells there were women, including some known.
Elsewhere, far from those cells ...
In Metropolis in an office, Bruce Wayne was watching, picking up documents, index cards, papers, opening drawers, reading records.
He needed to think, and before he needed to eat.
- Do you know any good restaurants? He asked one of the Cat Eyes henchmen who drove the black car.
- Fine. - He said. - It is close to the city hall. - He said.
And so, the man drove towards the restaurant ..., while he was taking a stew, the cat was eating fish, using the bathroom, he realized he was being watched ...
He knew that this was close to a jazz bar, anyway, he knew that there were many black women who were social workers and frequented that place in particular the recurring name that was linked to Sharon.
He and his faithful cat went to the office of that social worker.
He didn't remember as well as they did when rummaging through the pockets of people in serious condition, in the middle of a raid and gang wars, and when they failed what he can think, that according to data ...
The key ..., he thought, was from somewhere ..., an office ...?
He started to follow the clues that appeared around him, there was a lost and broken document around the corpse of a detective, whom he could think would be a possible victim, more than that, he saw a pack of matches from a bar of jazz ...
He followed the leads, and found what the keys to the social worker carried.
Was it a closet that would be close to where ...?
The black cat, next to Bruce, climbed on the table and sniffed the documents, pulling files with him, and so the detective picked him up and flipped through them.
There was something he found out, some data missing from city hall funds and buildings, renovations and expropriations ...
Bank ..., she was not seen nearby, a place that he knew was where the missing documents were, it was beyond the key, they were structuring documents ...
He saw that the cat was climbing up on the shelf next to the Metropolis building file data meowing and him following.
The Metropolis dwelling, he saw the buildings and the funds.
Leticia McCormick, was the name of the woman, a social worker, killed 1 year ago, in a hotel, near a street to the crime scene.
He picked up the cat and headed towards the psychology room, and the data files on children at risk.
In the files, which he found, there were recordings of patients of a psychologist who worked for the city hall, even social assistance data, those children who were in the newspapers, all of them were attended by these psychologists, and by social workers.
He paid her a visit, that neighborhood in question, with the cat on his shoulder, and found out in a neighborhood house, about his mother, that woman, was killed in a nearby hotel.
She was considered a program woman, the crime data was filed in the evidence room, the black cat was walking beside her, while both were going towards the evidence box.
Other than that, he saw what he called, contact from the city hall, pictures of some employees, there was not much data, just the name, misspelled.
That would drive them away, he went there at the local bar, the meowing cat caught him on his lap, and it was a nightclub that he had contact with the barman, he met him through a mutual friend.
And through him, so he met a girl in question from Gotham who had contact with another girl from Metropolises, and who roamed the streets and could introduce him to another guy who had a pimp in question.
The cat ran towards a woman leaning against the pole, when he was taken towards an eyewitness.
She took the cat, and he approached her, it was at this time that they started talking.
Among them, what he discovered, they learned through these children, that one spoke to the other, that they adored sly and meowing cats, they just said that there were many strange men looking for cheap labor.
Before disappearances, which began a little over 4 months ago, it was at the same time that the order of eviction of properties was in question.
He entered the city hall, and went to the file room, searched the records for the names of the employees, but there was not much data, the names in question, scribbles that said they were from a sector, which again did not explain much, the cat and they agreed, something is being covered up.
He came in as if he wanted nothing, the cat in his arms, and went towards the employee, who was doing the public service, this was abnormal, he tried to probe, each one of them, in question, all the names, which were in roles of the social worker.
The social assistant and the secretary, had their guard down when they saw a poor-looking cat meowing in their direction, and paid no attention to questions ...
- Isn't this the city hall? - He asked.
- For a license. - He asked.
- Yes, but we are from the racial sector. - She said.
They were from the racial sector, nothing to do with the case ..., it was a racial issue.
While he was taking pictures, in the car with his security guard, and the cat in his lap looking out the window, he saw several employees leave, and in the middle of the end of the street children came running out of the school, it was late afternoon, late office hours, and among them a child knocked on the window, he was no more than 14 years old ..., short and blond ...
He rolled down the window and with all his dislike received the boy.
- Which is? - Said the burly man.
- I heard that you want to know about the sweet uncle who seeks children. - He said.
- And? - He said.
- I'm one of them ... - He said.
- Want to come in? - Bruce proposed opening the back door, and the boy counted.
The boy was afraid, and he was rewarded for purring, and he was threatened, he seemed to be doing what he was doing for money, and his employer's mistake was just that, threatening him ...
He should never have done that ...
Apparently the boy was more angry than he was afraid, not only was he threatened, but also his parents ...
Later that day ..., he was in one of the Cat's Eye labs.
Apparently after taking the pictures and revealing them, with the cat at his side, he saw one of the city officials with a big, strong black man, he looked like a mammoth that was so strong, and he was seen talking to some construction workers ...
He walked a few blocks, and got out of the car, that light brown woman who wore Chanel hair was leaving the city hall, he followed her and saw the places she was walking, with the cat on her lap walking around, and following her towards the subway near the decaying Metrópoles street.
He went towards the subway, entered the same train line as her, walking as if they just passed that he was talking to the cat hugging her blouse, he wore a wool overcoat, and a backpack on his back.
While he was petting the cat, he saw her, while walking, and while she went down next to a street without movement, he saw her walking, through a street ringing the bells.
Beggars on the streets, single mothers, and when walking through deserted places and with several closed houses, it was a poor neighborhood in every way.
As he walked with a notebook and a machine photo, he was fiddling with his cell phone, as I followed him, and he saw several bystanders who roamed the streets, had all to a number of minorities, and the poor with equal squares and decaying dwellings.
She passed by several places, where there was graffiti and depredations, there were signs in the streets, and there was no open store.
Community dwellings, with semi-detached houses, and by stairs and poor people walking with their children, there was hardly a living soul who was not a beggar ...
The data he saw in the records was another record of disappearances.
He knew how much people would be alive, and there would be no dwellings.
According to his informant that the job was to inform ...
Well ..., people disappeared, that was normal on that run-down street.
People disappeared and disappeared through those streets, there was no news of their whereabouts.
He saw her go by taking a car from another woman in green, who was waiting for her, and calling a taxi.
- Where to, boss? - The man questioned.
- Follow that yellow car. - He said, and he followed her until ...
Where would the city hall be?
He paid the man, going down with the cat in his arms, he saw when he entered.
He picked up a machine photographic, and a book backpack, and so he sat with the cat next to a reporter.
- I was late. - He said.
He looked and asked.
- You have a very big cat. - Said.
He stroked it.
- Fine. - He said. - He's my interview colleague. - He said.
The pussy did, several meows and put her head under the reporter's hands
When removing a card from the lapel of the man in front of him.
When he was sitting on Bruce's lap watching quietly for a purring cat.
- What is the story about? - He asked.
He stroked the cat and asked.
- Why walk with the cat? - He asked.
- He helps me interview. - Bruce said.
- And what's going on? - He asked.
- The same as always. - Said the reporter in front of you. - Decay. - Said. - And lies. - He spoke crossing his legs.
- What is your name? - El questioned.
- Lewis Norton. - He said. - I'm a reporter for the New York Astro de Metrópoles. - He said.
He was tall, thin, strong, wearing a black suit, square chin.
- And yours? - He asked to shake hands.
- Nathaniel Madrialbis . - Said.
- So ... - He said. - Looking for a Pulitzer? - He asked.
- Actually, I am looking for the report of the century. - He said.
- They talked about the news.
Said. - I'm investigating the architect. - Said.
- But I have the impression that there is more than one racist arm. - Said.
- Like this? - I wanted to know.
- He can be more than he appears to be. - Said. - I have an informant.
- Want to have coffee later? - He proposed
- A hearty breakfast. - He said. - Would be better. - Said.
- There's a night cafe on the corner. - Said the reporter. - He said. - The next night. - Said. - Close to the Best Wishes station . - He said.
It was one of the biggest newspapers on the rise in Metrópoles in a few years it would become the biggest newspaper in Metrópoles , it would surpass Planeta Diario , it would buy it.
- Who are the men ahead? - He asked.
- The superintendent of resources, general secretary, the president of the district and the assistant of the sub-prefecture of Metrópoles. - He said.
- Are you a reporter? - He asked.
- Yes. - He said.
They sat down and some people cheered around when another politician arrived.
They sat at the table and he spoke into the microphone.
- Today. - He said. - We will have the first subject on the agenda. - Said.
- Meeting of public audience for the eradication of tenements in Metropolises.
He was speaking into the microphone, boasted by his secretaries and employees in suits.
- Then. - Said. - Let's start this public hearing. - He said.
- Say your name, address and your opinion. - He said.
A burly woman stood up wearing a canary yellow overcoat with short, brown Chanel hair.
It was toward the microphone to be set up and performing.
Sirs. - She said into the microphone. - My name is. - Gena. - Said. - My family was evicted from West Spring south of Metropolises. - Said. - Everything to start the construction of the expressway that connects the cities of Gotham to Central City. - She said.
He remembered when looking at the project that those men were talking about, they were responsible for revitalizing the poor part of Metrópoles, as he understood, they wanted to forget that Metrópoles had a poor part, putting it under the rug.
The cat, just as he observed these men's mouths , defending their works.
A middle-aged lady in a long black dress looking like a disgusted old woman with a square chin.
- Miss Hartmann. - Said the man into the microphone. - You cannot use that assembly to continue raising the flag. - He said.
She started a widespread chatter where whoever screamed booed and the complaints increased, dissatisfaction grew.
People raised their voices, shouted, and the man at the microphone trying to calm everyone there, being the voice of reason.
Being clear that he would call it that moment, even though
Farjai , next to him, sat on his lap watching the scene, and dissatisfied people stood up and booed around the anarchist woman was being supported.
- I'm a minority right, Brook Highway in the neighborhoods of Shields ... in Metropolises.
A few minutes of discussions ...
Soon after , he was coming down the stairs, more than 15 minutes after the meeting started ...
There she was coming down the stairs, a tall, blond woman with long straight golden hair with blue eyes, a tight red dress, with a suit and a black overcoat, and needles, thick thighs, and beautiful body, her body was sculptural.
She was walking a few steps behind a man, both descending the steps, between the platforms, a tall, muscular, blond and handsome man, he was well built, more than 1.98 in height, bigger than Bruce himself.
While his suit was quite expensive, and he had the expression of an actor in a margarine commercial, and the expression of few friends, a constant expression of rancidity and a bad smell, he was white, tall and stocky, with a suit of five. thousand dollars, and gel cap combed back.
They were not more than 40 years old, it was lively and robust.
They were alike, she had her hair down and behind her back.
They sat next to the other politicians at the dais table.
He saw upon entering, in that meeting room, at the bottom of the podium, several people gathered, whispering that there was the press in the background, a structure set up for a business meeting.
There was a tall black man who used a cane and was fat, with a scar on his right eye and a limp.
- Who are they? - He questioned the man next to him.
- The laurel is the chief engineer, responsible for the works department. - Said.
- Jeremy Swanson . - Said. - He is the creator of the project. - Said. - An engineer. - He said.
- Cecilia Swason , she is the socialite, and a businesswoman, responsible for architecture and decoration, she was and is responsible for decoration, museums, architecture, culture and tourism. - Said.
- And the black man? - He asked.
"This is Benjamin Ywan Etekpor, " he said. - He is a naturalized African American immigrant businessman. - Said. - And one of the most viewed men in the history of Metropolises.
- He is well liked here in Metropolises. - He said.
He saw that that tall black man had a mark or scar that went from above his forehead to below his chin, a huge scar in the shape of a line in his left eye, in the shape of a cross, it was a long scar, with a big black hair, it was a tall and formerly muscular man, he was now quite fat and heavy.
- He is the man who currently finances what they call the restructuring of Metropolises. - Said.
- I understand. - He said. - She's also an important person. - Said the reporter.
She has always been a great organizer of parties and decorations, buffet. - Said.
She runs most restaurants. - He said.
- Hey - he asked. - Does he know what happens in Metropolises?
- I doubt it. - He said. - As far as I know he only appears at the end of the meetings.
- The more there. - He said.
- Does he arrive at the end of the meetings? - He asked.
- And a businessman, philanthropist, makes many donations and delegates functions, he must not even know what is going on in the company itself. - Said.
- That one. - Said the reporter beside him. - It's Claymore
He was listening to the woman in charge of the city administration, in the area of racial discrimination on Robert Carson Avenue.
The woman was accusing and criticizing while she raised the flag of activism.
- I thought it was to listen to the community? - She asked.
The man hit back. - About houses and not highways.
She continued to speak. - They are the same promises for Fort Grave.
- Promises? - He asked the reporter next to him.
He did the same things in three poor neighborhoods around Metropolises.
He was seeing and hearing boos around the meeting.
The cat meowed beside him, and pointed towards safety, and a bearded red-haired man, inciting the population.
- Miss, Claymore . - Said the man. - The crime wave does nothing to maintain a neighborhood that is not safe.
- What you talk about is just false accusations and speculation. - Said one of the men, the speaker of the microphone.
- And the relocation services just reappeared, they have nowhere to go. - She said.
- It said. - All these people are low-income, excluded and poor, these people have the right to know where they are getting into.
- We are fully committed to helping and referring all these families, necessary community improvement programs.
- These communities are all at-risk people in a neighborhood where there is no security. - Said. - The crime wave is driving more people out than the work we are planning.
- What would you be good at doing. - She said. - And what we're doing. - Said. - We help them find a better home.
He went over to the woman on his microphone. - Said.
- What the past has taught us a lot, Miss Clarymore , our new contractors are committed to improving the community.
- That's bullshit. - Someone shouted in the crowd.
- All of us from the city hall. - Said. - It is about helping everyone to find suitable homes. - Said.
She said. - The same promise. - She accused.
- In all neighborhoods that have been affected. - Said. - You knocked them down one by one. - Said. - To stifle crimes. - Said.
- This is not Long Size , these people have nowhere to go. - She said.
- It is not just any place, it is not a blank board, we are not in a desert. - There are lives. - Said. - There are families. - She spoke in defense.
- We understand. - Said. - I know they'll have patience. - Said. - We will organize everything. - Said.
- This is negligence and injustice. - She said.
- They defended us. - She said. - These people deserve respect.
- Ladies and gentlemen. - Said a man to his right. - I understand. - Said.
He took the microphone and introduced himself. - As everyone should know. - I'm the mayor as I said. - Said.
- We are doing our best to help the low-income population. - Said.
- They are tenements and as such should not be romanticized, they are doomed, as you can see I thank you for your passion, your fiber. - Said.
- You know these places are doomed. - Said.
- And being sincere. - He said. - There are more crimes than good people. - Said.
- They are running away and not knocking down will not bring them back. - Said.
- If we go compared to previous years. - Said.
- Then. - There will be no residents in a few years. - Said.
- It's the best solution. - He said.
- That we can find. - Said.
- Ending them, the tenements, we improve the quality of life.
The woman was hysterical. - This is not a solution by far. - Said.
- It is not a tenement because poor people and minorities live in it. - She claims.
- Ms. - Said one of the politicians at the table. - The streets B IG F ree were the most needed to be rebuilt. - He said.
- The Big streets Free , not was m one tenement Avenue Minfs was not a tenement street Flower was not a slum because poor people live in it.
- Crime. - He said. - It continues to grow. - Said Jeremy Swanson . - Regardless of what you say.
- They are a community of workers. - Said Miss Claymore .
- That they're leaving. - He said. - Fleeing from crime, which keeps growing. - He said.
- Your social actions and your intervention is not helping or changing anything. - He accused.
- Your screams and your angry crowd is not helping. - Said.
- Making noise and your social actions are not helping. - Said Jeremy.
- It doesn't rule out crime. - He accused.
- And what you're doing doesn't help. - She said.
- Half if not more already left because of the crimes. - He said.
- These people no longer live where you say. - Jeremy said.
She said. - It is your contractors who are damaging the community. - She said.
- My contractors are not murderers, and prostitutes who walk these streets continue to die r , and especially where there is work. - Jeremy accused.
He spoke towards the woman. - This bullshit is complete and unfounded has nothing proven. - He said.
- I even understand that you think you know. - Said the blond woman. - The city has lost all its beauty with prostitution and drugs. - Said.
"Yes," said the Claymore woman . - But the gold in all Metropolises is ugly, and it needs to spread. - Said. - You need me to be combining everything. - She said. - Is not it. - Said. - It's not matching. - He said with irony and cynicism.
- Go back to your dollhouse, Miss Cecilia. - She said.
- This is absurd, miss, Claymore . - What I do is for the good of the city. - She said.
- Clear. - Said Claymore . - You need confetti, and decorate the entire city with gold, to continue with the fame of a light city. - Said. - The city of Superman. - Said. - The city of tomorrow. - She countered.
- Miss, Claymore . - Said the blonde woman. -All the beauty of the city. - Said. - It was replaced by garbage, debris, drugs and everything in the open. - Said. - We try everything to give a new air to the city.
- Miss Cecilia. - She said. - If you left your parties and didn't stay in mansions. - Said. - I would see how things really are. - Said. - And that these people need help. - Said. - And do not leave the city decorated and beautiful. - Said.
- These are all baseless accusations. - Said Jeremy.
She accused. - I have everything documented I have hundreds of people who can prove the scandalous fraud they are plotting.
- This is absurd liar. - Said Jeremy.
- Who do you want to hear first? - She accused.
There was applause, people shouting and standing up, some standing up clapping.
- He thought whoever did this was causing a conflict .