Infiltration

The wheels sped along, and the long-neglected road surface and shoddy shock absorbers made the vehicle bounce up and down like grains of rice in a winnowing basket.

Su Ming was feeling a little carsick. He rolled down the window to look outside, but the scenery beyond it hardly changed at all.

On one side was a heavily polluted sea, its surface shimmering with rainbow-colored oil slicks beneath the sunlight. On the other was a cluster of old-fashioned buildings that had been abandoned for who knew how long, like a Haunted House.

Both stretched as far as the eye could see.

There were quite a few factories in the Old Port District. This was where wastewater was discharged in concentrated amounts, and it was also the part of the city with the densest concentration of giant smokestacks. The multicolored smoke had even changed the color of the sky.

Even normal universes had always been this way, which was why Batwoman was rich but never used the yacht she had bought. Gotham simply had no environmental protection laws.

Well, they could barely protect people as it was. Who had the spare time to protect the environment?

Cindy held the steering wheel with one hand while the other held a cigarette out the window. Her fingers tapped rhythmically against the car door, as though she were in a pretty good mood.

"How long do you think it'll take that person to call the police?"

She looked at the gray, battered road ahead and asked Su Ming.

Su Ming rolled the window back up. There was too much dust outside. "Are you asking and answering your own question? We both know the answer. People in this world trust the police a great deal, so they'll call them faster. The moment we enter the