They all realized that the owner of the factory land called to actually remind them: soone is trying to sue them under the guise of illegal land use and wants the factory owner to testify in court, but he refused.
But this doesn’t an the other party will give up the lawsuit, nor does it an they can win, because they are indeed using the land illegally. But their illegal use of the land is due to the lack of a reasonable way to make it legal; there’s no such provision.
"Is it still possible to bribe the community now?" Ron asked.
"I’ve been trying," Victor said, "I’ve been helping them solve so life problems with money, but they said, at most, they can say a few kind words for us if they are selected as jury mbers. It’s impossible to stop the other party from filing a lawsuit."
"So also warned that it’s best not to try to go against the forces behind it, or not only will we superpower users suffer, but also those we help."
"They’re taking the holess as hostages???"
"Exactly. If the holess here are the kind who can only survive on relief food, it’s a bit better; but there are also so who want to return to society, it’s best not to get involved in a lawsuit, it can be fatal to ordinary people."
"Let them leave first," Ron decisively decided, "Before, we didn’t give them money because we were afraid they’d loaf around. At this stage, we can’t worry too much, give each a sum for rent and let them rent a place first..."
"There might not be enough housing resources at this ti of season," Victor reminded, "it’s better to first arrange for them to find black-market jobs that provide room and board. I’ve contacted several bosses, they have so job openings over there."
So Barry, Hal, and Arthur went to organize people for interviews. This ti it’s not just the young and strong, but anyone with so labor ability had to go. The final result, however, wasn’t optimistic because the timing is awkward: it’s too cold, no one wants to go out to eat, and it’s not yet Christmas gathering ti, so not many people are needed, but they managed to arrange so.
The holess in the shelter also sensed the impending storm. To Diana’s surprise, an elderly man approached her and said, "You can send us back, that is, back to where we originally stayed. We are more familiar there, it will be easier to survive."
"No," Diana said, "It’s too cold outside. In this subzero temperature, tent living will surely freeze to death."
"We can take so things with us," the old man pointed to the warehouse beside and said, "There’s a stove, so charcoal, and so compressed food, perhaps we can survive this snow."
"Perhaps?" Diana’s eyes were filled with tears, she said, "Do you want to send you into the muzzle of the roulette gun? How am I different from a murderer?"
The old man sighed and said, "The mont soone decides to pull the trigger, it’s destined soone will die. It makes no difference if it’s or soone else who died before, because we’re already finished. But this ti is different, we need you alive, do you understand?"
Diana looked around, she didn’t see disappointnt in the eyes of the holess. A woman smiled at her, not a grim smile, more of a warm encouragent.
"Honestly, we already knew we couldn’t make it," the old man said again, "For us, just being able to eat one more full al ans one more day to enjoy the pleasure of being alive. But no one here wants you people to sacrifice so greatly so that people like us can find a bit of pleasure in a life that’s near dead. It’s not worth it, ma’am."
Diana finally broke down, she roared, "Human life cannot be calculated on whether it’s worth it or not!"
"Then I’m afraid you’re the minority, ma’am." The old man said.
Diana painfully covered her face. Ron held her, patted her shoulder, then said, "Now is not the ti to act emotionally, we still have to think about ways to solve it. I’ll give Batman a call."
Ron called Bruce, explained the current situation. Bruce pondered for a mont then said, "Alright, send those who really can’t find a place to go to Gotham. My shelter here still has so spots."
This left Ron stunned, he said, "You an, when the shelters in tropolis are all full, Gotham’s shelter still has space?"
"I know it may sound incredible, but tropolis only has 68 shelters, Gotham has 523. Furthermore, I’ve prepared an additional 60 ergency shelter areas, even if you brought all the holess from tropolis over, it would still fit."
"Then why... alright, anyone with so sanity wouldn’t want to go to Gotham." Ron rubbed his temples, but quickly caught on and said, "Wait, Gotham has so many shelters and so few holess, why does it have such a bad reputation?"
Bruce didn’t say much and hung up, but this sparked deep thinking in Ron. And he soon found the answer in the news site’s front-page headline.
"New Human Factory? What is the Bill Tige abandoned industrial park shelter doing collecting a large number of near-death people?"
With a bang, Ron slamd his phone to the ground. His skin began to faintly flash green light, furious to the point of transformation. "Alright, alright, can’t destroy, then sar, is that it?!"
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