The first thing Jason did after calming down was to immediately search the computer for the sphere of influence of this generation. There are many places to search, the easiest is the Gotham Police Department's crime files, since Gordon came, Gotham's criminals have not left a case record with him. Hacking into Gotham's police department crime files was a breeze for Jason, who easily entered the virtual space, searched for his own conditions from the complicated database, and the computer quickly fed back the list to him, including the members he needed, code names, and so on.

Jason carefully looked at the list of personnel on the computer, the number was a little more than expected, it seems that the grease flowing from the hands of the Gotham bosses has unexpectedly fed a lot of guys, if you do it one by one, I'm afraid it will be a bit laborious, and even if you remove all these people from here, it will only leave a blank vacuum to become the target of other guys, and you have to find a way to completely isolate this garbage from the periphery....

Thinking of this, Jason called up the environmental map of the area, ranked it in terms of size, control of neighborhoods, and influence, and finally selected a few of the most representative guys.

The next question is how? Looking at some ugly headshots on the screen, Jason's eyes narrowed.

Albert. Borg drunkenly pushed open the door, he was in a good mood tonight, the business of the shop under his name in the past few days was not bad, and he even paid a lot of protection money, except for the one fixed to the boss every month, what he left in his hand was not small. He was in a good mood and had a few more drinks at the bar he frequented today, and if it wasn't for the day he was going to meet the boss tomorrow, he might have slept there tonight.

Closing the door to block the dim light in the hallway, Albert struggled to pull his clothes off himself, and then lay down on the only bed in the room and snored.

The sleep was disturbed by a cold touch, and something moved back and forth on his chest. The alcohol-anesthetized brain couldn't figure out which woman was harassing him, and when his sanity came back a little, he remembered that he didn't seem to bring the woman back for the night tonight, and this thought caused him to panic for a while, trying to fight his confused brain and alcohol-paralyzed eyelids.

When the cold touch moved to his cheeks, he finally overcame the alcohol and opened his eyes, trying to see who was the culprit, and he saw the cold and hard thing, and even in a dark space he could clearly tell that it was a gun!

Fear drove away all drowsiness in an instant, and Albert's eyes widened as he stared at the muzzle of the gun aimed at his forehead.

"Albert. Borg"

A dull sound came from behind the hole, reminding Eberg that the gun had an owner. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the sound, but what he saw was the hood of the red pill that had recently become the new legend of Gotham.

"You know Hernando. Where's Blake? ”

Hernando. Blake is the number two person in Sanchez's faction, Sanchez has a good relationship with his boss Wright, so the relationship between the two gangs is relatively good, and he occasionally goes to drink with Hernando or something, but Albert's brain is not completely out of the alcohol anesthetics, and he can't understand why the guy who was bounty by Penguin and Black Mask at the same time would lie on the edge of his bed and point a gun at his head at the moment, and then say "Hey baby, what's for breakfast today" asked him where was the number two in the other gang?

Before his brain could react, Albert's stiff neck answered for him. After the man with the red hood saw his movements, he said in a relaxed tone:

"I don't know....... Then you're useless."

After a slight "biu" sound, Albert collapsed straight onto his bed, the weight of which made the simple cot squeak with an overwhelming weight........

"Where's Albert?"

At the monthly meeting, Wright's eyes swept disapprovingly over the few people below, except for his second-in-command Albert, everyone else arrived. It was extremely uncomfortable to be stared at by those eagle-like eyes, and several of Albert's men quietly retreated out of the crowd and hurriedly called their immediate superiors, but none of them received a response.

"What is this guy doing!"

The failure to find Albert's whereabouts made Wright's mood worse a lot, and everyone present unconsciously trembled.

"Maybe you didn't get enough money, and you're afraid of being scolded by the boss."

It was the third man in his gang who spoke, and he and Albert had a long history of rivalry, so it was not surprising that he would say such provocative words.

Wright glared at him, then said:

"It's impossible, he called yesterday and said that this time he can pay according to the upper limit. You go and see him."

The boss's words succeeded in silencing everyone's mouths, and the few people who had been ordered to retreat from the room and walk towards Albert's address, while the rest began to continue the day's meeting.........

"Why does your face stink so much? Women are scared away by you."

At night, in a bar called Fallen Angel in the Gotham neighborhood, Sanchez looked at Wright's gloomy face with some amusement, thanks to him, few girls dared to come over today.

"Albert doesn't know where to go...."

Wright poured another sip of wine into his mouth and went to Albert's subordinate to report that the room was empty, but there was no change in his clothes or anything, and the furnishings were exactly the same as before, and he didn't look like he was running away.

"Albert?"

"yes, that bastard happily called me yesterday and said that there are plenty of months this month, this kid shouldn't lie to me..."

"This shouldn't be, he can do the position of No. 2 below you, but he doesn't sit on it with one mouth"

"Of course I know..."

Wright then didn't continue to speak, just poured wine alone to vent his frustration. Wright's words suddenly reminded Sanchez that he didn't seem to see Hernando today. Could it be that these two guys are together?

He has a good relationship with Wright, and the relationship between the two gangs they set up is also very good, and there is a lot of contact between subordinates, as their second mission, Hernando and Albert also have a very good relationship, maybe he should call Hernando and ask.

However, the sound that keeps prompting that it is being connected in the mobile phone is that no one is answering.

"Strange, where did this guy go?"