"Hey, Gordon."

The door to the interrogation room opened, and Brock walked in, looking tired.

"Gordon, let him go."

"What?"

Jim Gordon dodged Rosen's smiling eyes and dragged Bullock outside the interrogation room.

"Why?"

Gordon came up with such a sentence that made Bullock want to break the bridge of the opponent's nose with one punch.

"Why, let me tell you why, because the person inside is not guilty, we can't just suspect a person and arrest him in the police station."

"Oh, so you tried to beat up Miki earlier and get him to admit to killing the veteran." Gordon said stiffly.

This sentence is very incomprehensible.

Even if he had already understood Gordon's character, Bullock couldn't stand it anymore at this time.

The two looked at each other for three seconds, and the atmosphere was tense, as if the other party couldn't help but punch each other in the face at any time.

"Let him go, this is the police commissioner's notice."

With that, Brock left.

Gordon stood still for a long time, and slammed his last punch into the railing.

Dining car.

Misha is packing her things.

She really felt like she was really unlucky.

Perhaps in Gotham City, being a homeless person is already a very frustrating thing in a sense.

But after she escaped the search of the police and the porcelain of passers-by, she thought that she had escaped, and even had the intention of starting a new life.

But when I met someone unladylike, I was picked up by a pervert and brought back home!

All right.

Maybe this pervert cooks deliciously.

It couldn't be better! Misha feels that her personal safety is also very important!

With this in mind, she put all the valuable things she could take from the food truck into a super bag.

A full half-human-high burden.

Weighing around twenty kilograms, Misha let out a long sigh and grabbed the top half of the bag.

"Hmm!!"

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing! Of course I'm picking up my bag! ”

"Are you sure it wasn't this bag that picked you up?"

At the door of the dining car, Luo Sheng was standing there at this time, looking at the big bag behind Misha who was about to catch up with her, and felt a subtle pain in the egg.

He went to the police station.

As a result, this little girl jumped to pick up her bag and leave?

Misha actually felt that something was wrong after answering.

But if she fell to the floor in a panic, looking nervous, wouldn't the other party see it?

And so.

This little genius began to intensify his crazy bag pulling, as if he was going to die with this big bag.

Luo Sheng didn't break it, just stood aside and watched.

And just like that, Misara for five minutes.

While pulling, he also peeked at Luo Sheng, thinking about why the other party didn't come to ask him, or let her stop.

"How's it going, have you pulled enough?"

"Poor, almost."

"Oh, then clean up the food truck and follow me to prepare what I'm going to sell tomorrow."

"Okay."

A nourishing conversation, Luo Sheng didn't reveal the meaning of blaming Misha.

This is Gotham after all, and it has its own rules of survival.

Self-centered.

Although Luo Sheng has not been in Gotham for a long time, he has seen much more clearly than Feng Deng, a native of Gotham.

What's more, Misha has no friendship with him.

It's just going to run away, it's normal.

……

"Lost again~"

"Inner Hurricane~"

"Let this sea pour down~"

Fishmoony nightclub during the day, very deserted.

Although the people of Gotham love this kind of glittering place, they don't soak here all the time.

Stage.

The woman was dressed in a floral bodysuit and sang a song with sexy red lips that was enough to heal the human ear.

Fishmooney and Butch sat in the audience and watched.

"There are two brushes, and the length is not bad." Butch said.

"Hmm."

Fishmooney replied to his subordinate Butch with a blank expression, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

"That's enough." Fishmooney reached out to stop.

The woman on the stage immediately shut up and waited for the other party's next instructions.

"Come down, let me take a good look at you." Fishmooney said with one hand on his chin.

The woman nodded and walked down.

"It's good to sing, but it's not enough to have a good voice and a pretty face." Fish said with a blank face.

"I'm willing to do anything."

When Fish heard this, he finally smiled a little and said, "I like to hear this, so, do you like men or women?" ”

The woman was stunned.

Looking at Fishmooney's eyes looking at food, he thought about it and said, "Man." ”

"Very good."

Fish made a gesture, and Butch understood, picked up a chair, and stood a little farther away.

"Pretend I'm a man, and then, seduce me."

The woman thought for a moment.

It's not that I'm thinking about whether to leave, after all, in Gotham, it's not uncommon for beautiful women to sell themselves.

Compared to those other ways.

Fishmooney was clearly the highest bidder.

So she was just thinking about how to make this big guy satisfied.

The woman smiled, squirmed slightly to Fish, approached Fish, and began to help her squeeze her shoulders.

This set of actions made Fish, who was ready to accept the temptation, look embarrassed.

"OK, at least you can sing."

Fish didn't know if he was comforting himself or the woman.

Butch silently jotted down the name and said to the woman, "We might call you." ”

The meaning of this sentence is that we still have to pick and choose.

The woman didn't dare to say anything in front of Fish, and immediately left the nightclub.

As soon as the other party went out, Fish covered his forehead.

It's been three days since the interview.

When did Gotham become so scarce in talent, and that woman was already the most satisfying person she had ever felt.

"Boss, how's it going?"

The intimate Butch obviously thought the other party was very good, and said a little happily for Fishmoony.

"It's still a good job, but keep looking."

"No, Boss, that's a beauty."

Fish's expression became serious for a moment.

Stretching out his hand to let Butch come over, he said in a rare and serious manner: "Listen, Butch, what I'm looking for is not a beauty, but a weapon, but if it's just a beauty, that old man in Falcone won't be attracted." ”

Butch knows himself and Fish.

One is born to be the second child, and the other is born to be the boss, so his opinion has never been as correct as Fish's.

Gotham City is about to lead to a war.

If Fishmooney really kills Falcone, the entire gangster landscape in Gotham will be turned upside down.

At that time, the pattern of the city will definitely not be as stable as it is now.

……

And the other side.

"Boss !!"