"How many are these?" Gordon asked the police officers who came to investigate, and those officers were also squatting on the curb like Gordon, and the moment after the incident was resolved was the only time Gordon could rest.

"There were three of them in one day, and two of them were of that kind of large-scale incident." The officer took a drag on his cigarette and sighed as he said to Gordon.

"Eh, let's go after smoking this cigarette." Gordon dropped the cigarette in his mouth and took a large puff, Gordon looked at the cigarette with a small section left, then threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it.

"It's time to go, these damn powerhouses, you can't rest for more." Gordon sighed, then scolded.

Gordon watched as he boarded the Batmech, and Gordon then began patrolling Gotham City, feeling something strange as he passed by a factory in the Old Town.

"Chrysanthemums rarely appear in Gotham, how can these appear in the old town?" Gordon looked at the gate of the factory, and Gordon stepped down from his bat armor.

"These chrysanthemums?" Gordon plucked a chrysanthemum, and then Gordon took a stun gun and walked towards the factory.

Gordon took the gun and looked into the factory, but found nothing, and then Gordon remained vigilant and entered the factory.

"There are no clues, it seems that there is only a pile of building materials left in the factory, and there are no problems." Gordon opened a sealed box, and then Gordon sighed and left the factory.

After Gordon left the factory, two people suddenly appeared in the corner of the factory, one of whom was a man with slender fingers and a chrysanthemum-style hood on his head, handing over a seed to a woman.

"Weren't you scared when the police came in just now?" The woman took the seed, then glanced in the direction Gordon had left, and then asked the chrysanthemum man.

"What are we afraid of, we have to believe in our superpowers, don't have doubts, so that our abilities can be strong." The chrysanthemum man said to the woman.

The woman didn't say anything, just took the seed and left the factory, and the chrysanthemum man smiled and looked at the back of the man leaving.

At this time, in the wealthy area of Gotham, in the iceberg club, the secretary of the penguin Copperpad walked to Copperpat's side, put it in Copperpat's ear, and whispered.

"Boss, recently someone in the city is selling a seed that can obtain superpowers, which has caused the sales of our arms business to decline." The secretary said to Copperpat, who didn't say anything.

"It's nothing, those superpowers are doing evil in the city, and even if Batman doesn't deal with them, the Gotham police will deal with them." After Copopat finished his work, he got up and said to his secretary.

"Okay boss." The secretary bowed slightly, then got up and left Copperpat's office.

A landline phone in Copperpat's office rang suddenly, and Copperpat, holding on crutches, limped in the direction of the phone to connect.

"Copoppat, has the frequent appearance of such superpowers in the city had a great impact on your arms business?" At this time, Carmen Falcone was talking to Copperpat through their gangster's exclusive landline.

"You don't have to worry about my arms, Romans." Copperpat was not polite and said directly to Copperpat.

"I hope so, Penguin, and I don't want you to be absent from the Gotham underground gathering." Falcone didn't say anything nice about Copperpat.

"Don't worry, I'll be on time." Copperpat said to Falcone, then hung up and sat back down at his desk.

Copperpad was on the table, his hands rubbing his forehead.

"It's really troublesome, how can the party start so soon, there's still a month, the time is a little tight, and there is the problem of the superpower." Copperpat sat down in his chair and complained.

"Boss, there's still a month, isn't that plenty of time?" The secretary next to Copperpat asked, and Copperpat sighed and looked at the secretary.

"In the past, this was a lot of time, but now the affairs of these superpowers are not over, and our arms business has been affected because of this." Copperpat said, covering his head.

"But boss, isn't this just a party? What does it have to do with our arms business? The secretary asked, puzzled.

"You're new here, it's not just a simple party, it's hard to tell for a while, in short, whoever of us has a good business, the Romans will give him more convenience." After Copopat finished speaking, he turned on the TV, which showed Gordon's report on the crimes of the able.

"We, the police, are also doing our best to pursue them, and we have found very few clues to lock down the people behind the scenes." Gordon said with a sigh in his combat uniform at this time.

"Waste, real T M waste." Copperpat pointed to the TV and cursed.

"Boss, boss, dissipation, discouragement. Why don't we just do it? The secretary whispered in Copperpat's ear.

"Well, I'll give you a good idea of what you suggest." After a brief moment's consideration, Copperpat said to the secretary.

"Boss, go first." The secretary then left Copperpat's office, and Copperpat leaned back in his chair and looked at the office door.

"Help me check the secretary who just came to my office, I suspect he's a spy brought in by another company." Poppat said to Poppat, through the mainframe.

"Okay, boss." A gentle female voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Someone is going to take this opportunity to bring me down Copperpat, I'm the biggest arms dealer in Gotham, so this time the superpower has a lot of influence on me, but there may be too many people to do it, I can't confirm it now, this can wait for the results of the investigation to know." Copperpat said, rubbing his temples.

"Hopefully those waste cops will be of some use this time." Copperpat sighed and said as he watched the TV.

At this time, in the Gotham Police Department, groups of police officers were constantly flipping through the files, and after looking through what they found, they recorded some clues on the writing board behind them.

"How is it now?" Gordon returned to the police station at this time, the mecha had returned to the airship to recharge, Gordon was wearing a combat uniform at this time, looking at the busy police officers and asked.

"The results were not good, there were few clues, and the surveillance and those who survived did not provide any useful clues." The officers sighed and spoke to Gordon.

"Let go of me, let go of me, chrysanthemums will bloom all over Gotham, flowers will bloom on your heads, and the master will rule Gotham." The able-bodied, rushed out of the interrogation room and into the hall, shouting.

"Hurry up, get him under control." A policeman walked up to the capable man and pushed him to the ground.

"Wait a minute," before Gordon could finish speaking, the capable man fell directly to the ground, his face turned dead.

"Damn, who remembers what he said before he died?"

"I remember, Boss, he said that the master would rule Gotham or something."

"The other party's purpose is quite big."

Gordon rubbed his head, smiled and said helplessly to the officer.

"Alright, alright, what he just said may just be his mad words before he died." Gordon smiled and said to the officers in front of him.

"Okay, okay, I'll go back to my office first, I'll rest for a while, and wake me up as soon as the alarm goes off." Gordon said to several police officers before entering the office.

In a relief society in Gotham City, Bruce is doing the same job as before, transporting a quilt to the dormitory.

"Bruce, look at this novice Batman, if you were Batman, you wouldn't let this farce last so long." Clark tirelessly came to Bruce again and spoke again.

"I'm just a member of the Relief Society, I'm not Batman, I just want to carry these supplies here and use them to save those in need." Bruce said to Clark.

"Now Gotham needs your help, you have the ability, but why don't you do it?" Clark asked Bruce, who looked at his hand and smiled after Bruce placed the last quilt on his shoulder.