Jim. Gordon leaned over behind a police car, and at this moment, he even complained a little about why Arkham Asylum had been converted so strongly. Hundreds of prisoners seized the weapons of the prison guards, and these bastards were like outlaws who had been beaten with chicken blood, and for a time the police could not hold their heads up.

"Damn, where's the gunship that the garrison applied for?" He turned around and shouted.

Suddenly...... Jim. Gordon froze.

A police officer behind him was reporting something to him, but he didn't hear a word...... Because, he saw in the distance, a round of light floating in the night sky.

It was a signal that Gordon was familiar with, because it was the one he used so often, but it hadn't lit up since that night many years ago.

But...... Why did it reappear tonight?

Isn't that man dead? Yes, he's dead!

So who sent this signal, and who is he calling?

Jim. Gordon stared blankly at the sky, like a legendary ghostly creature, looking at the full moon and unable to take his eyes off. The roar sounded again, like tens of millions of trains pressing over their heads, about to lift their skulls.

"Director? Are you listening? The officer behind him noticed Gordon's strange appearance and followed his line of sight.

Some of the old policemen were stunned, they knew the symbol, while some people had not seen the thing at all, and just thought that the searchlight had been broken and appeared.

But at this moment, Director Gordon seemed to have been stimulated by some kind of spur, and suddenly went crazy to push away the crowd in front of him and ran in the direction of the symbol.

The policemen were stunned, they didn't know what was wrong with the chief, but in this fierce firefight, no one dared to leave their positions without direct orders.

In fact, Gordon himself didn't know what was wrong with him, he just felt an irrepressible urge to urge him, like those cursed fire-fighting moths, to rush uncontrollably, to the spot of light...... It's as if he has to.

......

......

The position of the "bat spot" and the place of engagement were in two directions, so Director Gordon was not hindered by any gunfire, and soon climbed the ladder of the high platform.

Finally, he also saw the searchlight that was shining directly into the sky, and the man next to the searchlight.

He was leaning against the wall, dressed in prison uniform, with unkempt hair, yawning boredly.

Ziliang!

yes, who else could it be? Ever since I met this bastard, the trouble hasn't stopped!

The uneasiness and anger in Gordon's heart intensified at the thought of this, and he stood on the edge of the high platform. The place was on the edge of the platform, and there was no light, so Gordon was careful not to make any sound.......

He said he was going to kill the bastard...... It's not a joke, although it is against the law to shoot a prisoner without a threat without trial, but how can Gordon care about this, he has ignored enough laws in the past few years, and some difficult prisoners have long been secretly executed with his own acquiescence.

"The law can't save Gotham, only I can!" Gordon shouted in his heart, and he directly pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the unarmed man.

Then......

"Hi...... Long time no see. ”

Ziliang suddenly turned his head, through the darkness, and greeted Director Gordon with a smile.

Director Gordon was stunned...... It stands to reason that if a person stands in the light, he can't see things in the dark, but why can that guy see himself?

Forget it, now is not the time to think about this, Gordon raised his pistol without hesitation and aimed at Ziliang......

Suddenly!

"Haha—old Joey is here!"

A deep voice between "domineering" and "idiot" sounded from his side without warning, and then, Director Gordon felt that his whole person was picked up by a huge force, and then volleyed a 180-degree heaven and earth upside down, and was thrown to the ground with a bang!

Gordon rarely fights anymore...... Although he was still very good at fighting in the first few years after entering the police department, he is now almost 50 years old, and he has not had any contact with anyone since he sat in the position of chief.

Therefore, it stands to reason that this is enough to smash his old bones to pieces.

But strangely, Gordon didn't feel the pain he expected, he just gritted his teeth and snorted, and he completely withstood the impact.

There was a thump in his head, like the demon was about to break out of the cage......

Gordon couldn't care so much anymore, he didn't know how he did it, anyway, he stood up as soon as he rolled over on his side, a kind of dodge similar to instinct, weirdly avoided the late grabbing of old Joey, and then hit the other party with a heavy shoulder on the spot, directly knocking the old Joey out of the air.

This is an extremely incongruous scene, a 50-year-old gray-haired uncle is so flexible, and he also shows the strength that the body should never have.

Old Joey was knocked upside down and flew out, stumbling in place several times, and finally stopped at Ziliang's feet.

"What? How could he be so strong. Joey stood up with a fat body and asked with a confused expression.

"Huh...... Thankfully, he's not fully awake yet. Ziliang scratched his hair, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of Joey: "Otherwise...... An S-class shard of sin is not something we can do right now! ”

"S-Class ......?" Joey was stunned.

Director Gordon was also stunned, he looked at his hands, his face was full of shock, he didn't even know what was wrong with him now.

"Hey! Jim. Director Gordon......" Ziliang shouted again, then raised his arm and pointed in one direction: "Look over there!" ”

Jim. The thud in Gordon's head exploded, and the voice let out a roar that had never been seen before, accompanied by a pain that almost made people faint, and the imprisoned demon seemed to be trying to knock Director Gordon unconscious...... However, Gordon endured the pain again, and his body seemed to have an endless capacity to endure.

So...... This moment still happened.

In the severe pain, Gordon reflexively looked in the direction of Ziliang's finger......

There, lying quietly, a girl.

Weird hair color, graceful figure, miserable white skin.

Harry. Quinn.

"Ahh——————h

Gordon let out a miserable roar that didn't look like a human being could make, and he fell to his knees with his head clutched.

"Medicine! Medicine! He desperately pulled out the medicine bottle in his pocket, but his trembling hands couldn't hold it.

So the medicine bottle fell miserably to the ground, rolled out of the way, and stopped at Ziliang's feet.

Ziliang picked up the medicine bottle lightly, smiled and looked at the seemingly extremely painful "Jim. Gordon".

"How's it going, do you see that girl?" Ziliang's voice was fluttering, as if he was whispering, like temptation, and like some kind of expectation: "It's her, eight years ago...... She's lying at your feet, covered in blood.

So...... You should remember.

Bruce. Mr. Wayne. ”