The three robbers were all over 80 years old. How young could their coworkers be?
Some had dementia, some were seriously ill, and some fainted as soon as they walked to the FBI gate.
The hospital expressed strong dissatisfaction, and the FBI was also very upset. Seeing that the three old men looked like they were just going to follow them for free food and drinks, the supervisor simply waved his hand and said, "We don't want to serve you anymore. There is insufficient evidence. Let them go!"
If the bank has any objections, let the bank investigate it themselves.
The news report Bella saw the next afternoon said that there was insufficient evidence and the three were acquitted.
The FBI did not issue any restrictions on leaving or going abroad. The general meaning was, you can run around. If you have enough energy, you can even run to Antarctica! As long as you chase them, I will lose!
Bella didn't take it seriously at all. It wasn't until two days later when Natasha found her that she realized how un-American she was.
"Such a great social practice topic, and as one of the participants, aren't you interested in the outcome?"
Bella, still half-awake and still in her pajamas, was stunned by Natasha's barrage of questions.
What was it? What topic? Was it the compensation from the aviation accident?
She frantically pulled out her phone and checked for a long time, but no one had called. She opened her computer and searched her inbox, but couldn't find the letter asking her to go to a certain place on a certain date to pick up the money. Finally, she rushed to the mailbox outside her house, but still couldn't find the letter .
Natasha looked at her curiously, "What are you doing?"
"Looking for the letter? Didn't you say so? Practice, practice, what's that?" Bella, her hair a mess and her plaid pajamas rumpled, asked in confusion as she stood in the living room.
Natasha spent five minutes explaining that there was no compensation, no letter, and that they might even need to spend some time and money on the next social practice activity. Bella completely lost interest.
As if losing her body's support, she fell facedown onto the soft bed, her face making intimate contact with the pillow. She murmured, "Goodbye, no need to see me off. Remember to close the door behind me when you leave."
Natasha, now fierce, grabbed her collar and forcibly pulled her to her feet.
"A lot of people are already paying attention to this matter: the bank! The greedy capitalists! The elderly man cornered! What a great story! Do you know how important this is?"
Half an hour later, Bella washed her face and slowly regained consciousness.
She had meditated for a long time last night, dwelling on her "I'm the most beautiful woman in the world." She was exhausted and her mind was a little slow, but she had to admit that Natasha had a point. This case of an elderly man robbing a bank was indeed an excellent social practice topic for high school and college students.
Although she was a little skeptical of this kind of social practice, she couldn't say that this educational method was wrong. Reading has its benefits, and understanding the various aspects of society can also be beneficial.
"We're safe, aren't we?" She pointed at Natasha, then at herself.
With her looks like that, conducting social research, especially in impoverished areas, it was far from safe.
"I know karate! I can protect you!" the beautiful girl patted her chest, confidently assuring her that she was safe.
Black Widow's karate? Bella thought about it. It seemed that Black Widow had never won against superheroes or super criminals, but fighting a few ordinary soldiers should be no problem!
What's more, she was there. How much fighting power could three eighty-year-old men have? A loser, still an old loser!
Let's go!
This time, Bella changed into a ruffled short top and jeans, with ordinary canvas shoes on her feet. She also put on a baseball cap and applied sunscreen.
After tossing back and forth for a long time, it was already afternoon when they went out.
It was not difficult to find the homes of the three old robbers. After all, people as slow as Bella were a minority.
Now half of the students and reporters in Phoenix were in action. Everyone wanted to dig up first-hand information and wanted to take the opportunity to become famous.
Everyone was as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. The safety issue that Bella was worried about was not a problem at all! There were so many people coming to investigate!
Bella and Natasha walked along the way, and the scene they saw was shocking.
The old houses, the dilapidated roads, and not a single car from the 1990s are to be seen. Many elderly people still wear T-shirts emblazoned with the logo of a nearby amusement park—work uniforms issued by the park, now considered the best clothes they have.
The factory and its acquirer have froze the pensions of the elderly workers under false pretenses, claiming to need to review and reconcile the accounts.
Their motive is obvious: to delay the payment until when? The elderly workers are already eighty years old, with no money for medical care or medicine. How much longer can they live? They'll delay until they die! And when they die, their pensions naturally go unpaid.
The banks are also ruthless, coaxing the elderly into buying financial products. Now that their investments have failed, they're using their homes as collateral.
Without pensions, the banks are also taking their homes. What other options do the elderly have other than robbing banks?
Bella, upon learning the full story, was furious. Did the wealthy capitalists who bought the steel mill need the elderly's pensions? No, they didn't; they were just being stingy.
Do banks really need seniors buying those financial products? No, they don't. They're just accustomed to trying to maximize profits.
"Who's acquiring the steel mill?" she asked.
"I think it's Stark Industries. Let me take a look." Natasha flipped through the information, confirmed, and handed her two thin sheets of paper.
"Stark Industries is the acquirer?" Bella was a little surprised by the information the beautiful woman had summarized.
But then came relief. The steel mill was so old and small, a merger like this wouldn't really have anything to do with the company's top management. Given Stark Industries' massive scale, they could complete the acquisition independently from their Phoenix branch without moving headquarters. The company's management would just sign off at most.
"Why? Do you have a friend at Stark Industries?" Natasha asked.
Bella shook her head. "How is that possible? I know him, but he doesn't know me. It just so happens that while handling the Flight 180 crash, I've met several lawyers. Let's gather evidence and then sue Stark Industries on behalf of the steel mill residents!"
She rubbed her hands in excitement. This social practice class had yielded some valuable lessons!
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