Since she wanted to investigate, let her investigate to her heart's content.
Adjutant had long prepared all kinds of materials and staged the crime scene, just waiting for the reporter to take the bait.
At first, she would find some useless municipal planning documents. After studying them carefully, she would uncover a corruption case. Then she would find a mysterious website. Once she had internet access, she would be guided onto the Dark Web, where she would discover a world-class terrorist conspiracy targeting her boyfriend.
Of course, it was all fake—a script written by Adjutant. Still, this world's ruling class truly was very hostile toward Little Superman, so it was not exactly framing them.
Anyway, everyone Laurie could trace would be "dead with no testimony," and the documents they had left behind "before their deaths" would become irrefutable evidence.
There were many ways to brainwash someone. For smart people, the best method was to let them "discover" things themselves and wholeheartedly believe what they saw.
Let her investigate.
A line of words appeared in Little Superman's mind. He had no idea how Deathstroke had planted text inside someone else's head, but Little Superman trusted Deathstroke completely. He was his only good friend now.
Since that was what he said, Little Superman did not understand why, but he did it anyway.
"I'll go up with you." He took his girlfriend's hand and nodded. "There may still be other bad guys in the building. I'll protect you."
"Mm, let's go." Laurie naturally would not refuse such thoughtfulness, but as they headed back toward the stairs, she asked, "Don't you have superpowers? Can't you hear even the faintest sounds from enemies? This place should already be safe, right?"
"Hard to say. My powers may be strong, but the enemies we're facing this time