"So you said something nice for me?"

Forty minutes later, Gordon got his wish and sat in a private club.

The young Mr. White finally didn't choose the roadside café this time.

This is the yacht club of Miller Bay on the Upper East Side, and every day it is visited by the rich and the rich.

After all, the entrance fee of hundreds of thousands, plus the "berth right" of the Gotham port yacht, also needs to pay millions of annual fees, which is not something that ordinary people can afford.

For quite some time, Gotham's wealthy people no longer showed how many strokes they could play on the golf course or buy a new sports car, but instead used "how many berths do you have" as a status symbol.

"I just happened to mention your name while chatting with Mr. Mayor and Chief Superintendent Arnold."

Leo sat on his private yacht and looked out over the Upper East Side skyscrapers that were fading into obscurity.

Detective Gordon next to him seemed a little reserved, as if he was not comfortable with the unfamiliar environment.

But anyone on a 456-foot-long luxury yacht that looks like a fortress on the sea can be a little nervous.

This luxury yacht called "Admiral" originally belonged to the collection of Mr. White Sr., and its exquisite decoration and luxurious style naturally need not be repeated.

There are many rooms with crystal chandeliers and fine marble, a two-storey swimming pool and two private cinemas, as well as a helipad and much more.

But the most incredible thing is that in addition to the above entertainment facilities, the yacht is also equipped with a missile defense system and a mini-submarine.

The last two are the main reasons why Leo likes this yacht so much.

"I've been in Gotham for a short time, but I can feel that this city is different from other places."

Leo walked into the living room and said to Gordon.

This upright but not pedantic Mr. Detective is the helper he wants to fight.

The Eye of Heaven itself is relatively secretive and sensitive, and it is not easy to directly intervene in Gotham's affairs.

Since Batman chose to continue to fight alone, Leo was kind enough to do him a favor.

Let the Dark Knight's vigilante career speed up a little.

"So the operation that the chief superintendent told me about was also from you?"

Gordon's brows tightened, and Chief Superintendent Arnold announced in public at the Gotham Police Station today that the city's anti-crime operation mission was about to begin.

For example, the Crime Squad, the S.W.A.T. SWAT Squad, and other police officers all have to participate without exception.

There is no doubt that this is a bombshell!

Gotham, which has always been controlled by the underworld family, actually wants to launch an anti-crime operation?

It is important to know that the mayor of Gotham is also a high-risk job, and its risk is not below the police chief.

No one dares to guarantee that those lawless gangsters will do anything crazy after being dealt a heavy blow.

"That's the real reason you found me, right?"

Gordon seemed to understand what he meant when he and Leo first met, and what they meant by "need help".

The underworld family that fights Gotham is bound to risk their lives, and no police officer is willing to take the initiative to stand up.

So even if Chief Superintendent Arnold gave the order, it was likely to end up with a bleak ending with thunder and rain.

"Detective Gordon, isn't that what you want? From the moment you stepped foot in the Gotham Police Department, you've wanted to change the city. ”

A smile appeared on Leo's face, he shook the wine glass in his hand, and said softly: "When you were young, you wanted to be the hero of Gotham, and now is not the best opportunity - a brave and fearless righteous detective will step up and lead the Gotham Police Department to fight the gangsters and eradicate the evil." ”

"Instead of waiting for the savior to appear, waiting for those masked heroes to lend a helping hand, why not come yourself!? Those vigilantes are not God, they can't save everyone. ”

Leo's voice seemed to have magical power, making Gordon's body tremble slightly.

Although he didn't know the true purpose of the young man in front of him, he didn't know why the other party did it.

But as Leo said, this is an opportunity.

The underworld family that can sweep away the intertwined roots of Gotham allows people to see the light of hope for justice.

"What am I going to do?"

Gordon lowered his head and thought for a long time, then looked at the young man sitting across from him.

"Do what you want, do it. Whether you start with Maroni or the Penguin, it's up to you. ”

Leo said in a relaxed tone.

…………

Gotham at night, the glittering surface of the lights, is the filthy sin that hides filth and dirt.

If someone takes a shortcut into a dark alley, there is a good chance that he or she will be on the newspaper page the next day – as a murder victim.

Gordon softly pushed open the door, and by this time his wife and daughter should have gone to bed early.

He took off his coat and hung it on a hanger, trying to dissipate the strong smell of alcohol on his body and go back to the bedroom to rest.

That's right, Gordon drank quite a bit tonight.

After leaving the luxury yacht he couldn't afford for the rest of his life, the usually dull and wooden detective walked into a bar for the first time.

In many cases, alcohol is the best way to forget your troubles.

"Gotham ......"

Gordon walked outside the balcony and lit a cigarette.

He looked at the city at night and couldn't help but think of the first time he saw Gotham as a child.

At that time, Gordon was just a country boy who came from the suburbs to the bustling metropolis.

As a young boy, he was completely blown away by the glow of Gotham, the bustling crowds, the speeding cars on the streets, the dazzling array of comic shops and the ice cream carts that roamed the streets.

Everything a child dreams of can be found in this city, which is like Peter Pan's Neverland.

Later, Gordon joined the military and left the battlefield to go to the Chicago Police Department, where he was ostracized for reporting that his colleagues had taken bribes privately.

Unable to stay, he took the initiative to apply for a transfer to the Gotham Police Station and returned to this dream city in his childhood mind again.

However, when Gordon grew up, the Gotham he saw was so cold and cruel.

Every day, innocent people die in dark alleys, by filthy and smelly gutters.

The gangsters walked the city openly, fretting in and out of high-end establishments, without fear of judges or police.

He didn't understand what was wrong with the city, what was wrong?

Why do criminals and madmen pop up one after another, and why do justice and illumination disappear?

"It's an opportunity."

The cigarette burned to the end unconsciously, and Gordon threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and his confused eyes became firm.

Someone has to step up and face a dangerous future full of uncertainties; There is always someone who has to make a voice to wake up the numb people.

In that case, why can't it be yourself!?

Gordon turned around and walked into the living room, took a shower in the bathroom, washed off the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, and then gently climbed into bed.

"You're back?"

The wife asked in a muffled voice as if she was not sleeping soundly.

"Why are you smoking? I remember you quit Barbara after she was born. ”

Even if I stood on the balcony and blew a cold breeze, it didn't completely dissipate the smell on my body.

Gordon patted his wife on the shoulder and said softly, "That's it, it's fine." Good night. ”

He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep under the deep exhaustion and paralysis of alcohol.

Gordon's last thought before he fell asleep was-

Gotham will be better tomorrow.