Gotham Upper West Side, café on the corner.

James Gordon stepped out of the cab, a drizzle of rain drenching his brown coat.

The detective did not push the door and walked in, but stood under the eaves.

He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his black-rimmed glasses with water trails.

He glanced up at the gloomy sky, and the city seemed to have few clear days.

All year round, it is gray, with heavy rain or clouds, as if a curtain was covering the sky.

It's no wonder that Gotham is a dark city without daylight.

"What the hell is the weather, when will it get better?"

Gordon whispered.

As a veteran cop with many years of career experience, he keenly sensed the recent Gotham, revealing an unusual oppressive atmosphere.

Like the eerie calm before the storm!

The Gotham Police Department received word that Falcone, a Roman, had returned.

It's almost as shocking as Bruce Wayne's disappearance for seven years and his sudden resurrection in front of the public's eyes, which is both shocking and unbelievable.

Camene Falcone, the name represents too many different meanings.

He was once the godfather of the Gotham underworld, and the entire underworld was his Roman Empire.

With his strong hand and ruthless attitude, the old man rules the city beneath his feet.

Falcone's return means that Gotham is likely to set off another bloody storm!

The Sopranos will not remain indifferent, and they may band together to fight back until the Roman is expelled from Gotham, or ...... Send to hell!

Gordon lived through such wars, when the penguins, who controlled the upscale financial and fashion districts, were just umbrella boys.

And the Maroni family, who ruled Sullivan Island, was a group of unknown people who honestly condescended to the shadow of the Romans.

"I hope it won't be what I thought it would be."

Placing his wiped glasses on the bridge of his nose, Gordon put an end to his memories and pushed the door open and walked into the café.

The temperature inside is moderate, and the air is filled with soothing music, which sounds like the tango song "Por Una Cabeza" (one step away).

At this point, there weren't many people in the café, and Gordon saw at a glance the meeting object sitting by the window.

"Mr. White, I don't know why you want to see me, but I thought that a rich man like you would choose a high-end place, such as a five-star hotel or a private club."

Gordon hung the brown coat on the hanger in the doorway, and then walked straight to the window and sat down across from Leo.

He didn't know what this young rich man, who inherited a huge family business like Bruce Wayne, was looking for him.

Although James Gordon has worked for the Gotham Police Department for many years, he has been in an awkward state of ups and downs.

He worked as a plainclothes police detective, was once demoted to a petty police officer, and even worked as a security guard on duty for a period of time at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.

Everyone knows Gordon is a stubborn temper, even his old partner Harvey Bullock.

And in a place like Gotham, no matter what they do, the diehards who insist on justice are always ostracized and ridiculed.

"Detective Gordon, you're the last good cop left in the Gotham Police Department, and I think if I want to get some help from anyone, you're definitely the right fit."

Leo ordered a cup of Folio, and after his negotiations with Bruce Wayne broke down, he was ready to intervene in Gotham in his own way.

In the advance plan, it is naturally the best result to be able to reach an agreement with the young Batman.

But if you don't live up to expectations, it doesn't hurt.

After all, the earth can turn without anyone, and the current Gotham is not yet Batman's inherent territory.

"I don't think there's anything I can do to help you, Mr. White."

Unimpressed by the flattery, Gordon helped his glasses and replied calmly.

Based on so many years of experience working in the Gotham Police Department, this detective couldn't understand one more truth -

The great dedication for no reason must be an attempt.

Would a big guy like Leo White need the help of a small police detective?

"Okay, I'll be blunt, Detective Gordon."

Leo reorganized the language, and it seemed that the way of chatting in circles was not very suitable for people like James Gordon.

He looked at Mr. Detective, who was sitting opposite, and it was hard to imagine that this middle-aged man with a face full of weathered marks was once the number one figure in Gotham.

Alone between the Romans, the Penguins and a group of criminals, there have been resounding names such as "Gotham Heads-up King" and "Gotham Cannon King".

In that Belle Époque when Bruce Wayne was a kid and had just crashed into a Kansas farm with a Kryptonian spaceship on board Superman.

All Gordon has to deal with is the Sopranos and the sociopaths.

"I'm affiliated with a national intelligence agency, the Celestial Eye Society."

Leo picked up the coffee, took a sip, met the other party's puzzled eyes, and said seriously: "You may not have heard of this name, but we do exist, and you can understand it as an organization similar to the FBI and CIA." ”

"As for the identification of the person, I will give you sufficient evidence later, so let's get down to business first. According to the latest information I have received, a large multinational criminal syndicate has recently carried out a terrorist attack on Gotham. Two days earlier, the Coast Guard had discovered that the Wayne Group freighter had been in an accident, the hull of the ship was damaged, and all the crew members had died. ”

Gordon's face was solemn, and he temporarily put aside his doubts about Leo's identity and listened carefully.

The words "criminal syndicate" and "terrorist attack" alone are enough to cheer up the entire Gotham Police Department.

"It is a weapon procured by the Ministry of Defense, which is mainly used to evaporate the enemy's water supply in the desert war to achieve the effect of striking the enemy."

When Leo received this news from the Sky Eye Society, he was actually quite surprised.

He'd always thought Bane was a dangerous man, more dangerous than Batman.

Calm and meticulous thinking ability, strong execution, and his own strength, these make Bane listed as an important target for the Tianyan Society.

According to the archival material of a long investigation, Bane was born in the Republic of Santa Priska in the Caribbean Sea and was destined to face a cruel fate at the moment of his birth.

Because the child was born in a dark prison, his father was a revolutionary mercenary in his country, and after losing the war, he defected at the cost of his pregnant wife.

Bane grew up in a dungeon-like prison, trapped forever in that filthy, damp, sinful cage!

riots, fights, murders, bloodshed, intimidation......

All the evils in the world that could be witnessed were happening before the eyes of young Bane.

The deep darkness of the thick haze distorted his mind, shaped his will, and crushed his human feelings.

Surrounded by rats all day long, he struggled to survive every day until the boy grew up.

At that time, Bane was learning the art of following the murderous criminals, using all the resources at his disposal to strengthen himself.

This life did not come to an end until he became the King of Prison, walked out of the dungeon, and joined the League of Assassins.

The plan to use a microwave transmitter to vaporize the city's water supply and let the fear gas destroy Gotham is clearly the plan of ninja master Lars El Gul.

If Bain were to do it, it would be more than that.

It's a clever beast who looks around to find out the weaknesses of his prey before striking out!

"Anyway, I can't give orders directly through the Gotham Police Department, it will alarm some people, so I need a helper, Detective Gordon."

Leo pressed the thoughts in his mind and looked at James Gordon, who had received a huge amount of information that he couldn't digest for a while.

"As long as you can prove your identity, I don't mind being your dark line."

Gordon was silent for a moment, then replied in a low voice.

He has always wanted to do something, spending his time on simple work day after day, which is actually a kind of torment for a soldier who once fought for justice.

"I'll contact you when I need you, Jim - can I call you that?"

Leo put the slightly cold coffee on the table, he looked out the window at the gloomy sky, and said softly, "Jim, be careful on the way home." ”