Five minutes ago, James Gordon was on his daily patrol as usual.

He looked through the lowered window and saw his partner, Fleiss, collecting a "management fee" at a convenience store.

Fryce is a bad cop who colludes with Black Mask's gang to take bribes and act as a lackey, something the Gotham Police Department is known for.

But no one cares, because that's what the Gotham Police Department looked like many years ago.

It was the time of Roman rule, and at least two-thirds of the police officers were gangsters, willing to go along with criminals.

The remaining third, at best, is neutral and barely doing their job.

The environment is subtlely powerful, no one likes whistleblowers, and the police department executives who heard the reports were probably playing golf with the gangsters a few hours ago.

So over time, everyone is well aware of this kind of blatant collusion, but they choose to turn a blind eye.

Gordon, who was still a hot-blooded young man at the time, was determined to change this situation and let the city see the light of hope for justice again.

However, he failed without any suspense.

Old partner Harvey Bullock once warned Gordon that Gotham doesn't have heroes.

Since the beginning of the last century, the city's politics and gangsters have been inextricably linked.

Gotham is a natural port city, and the shipping trade is naturally the lifeblood of the economy, so the original gang is actually a gang of dock workers.

They are entrenched on Sullivan Island, across the sea from the Black Gate Prison, near the Adams Crossing in the Civic District, Dixon Wharf on the Triangle Headland, and the Crimson Cape in Robbinstown.

Rapid economic growth gave rise to a large number of merchants, each of whom formed a trade union and called in able-bodied dock workers as thugs, often fighting over territory and shipping business.

Over time, the so-called Sopranos gradually formed.

Those chamber of commerce bigwigs use money to gain power, control the people at the bottom by controlling the relationship between the upper class, and accumulate a lot of social wealth.

It was then that the police and the gangsters complied, and the capitalists and city councilors, who had the right to speak in the unions, went in and out of high-end establishments.

The entire judicial system is corrupt and corrupt, like a pool of foul stagnant water, which exudes the stench of sin.

Those righteous people who were originally full of blood have either become insensitively in one failure after another; Either they are assimilated by their surroundings and become a part of it.

"Don't you want a bit?"

The pot-bellied Fryce asked as he sat in the car and held up a stack of bills in his hand.

"Gordon, I want you to be smart and fit in. It's not for nothing that you've been at the Gotham Police Department for so many years and still have no friends. ”

"Are you still worried about me going to snitch? Everyone has been bought, and who can I tell me to! ”

Gordon lowered his head, a bitter smile on his lips.

He couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic for the old days, he and his partner Harvey carefully maneuvered between the major underworld families in Gotham, and narrowly escaped death several times.

At that time, he still maintained his boiling blood and naïve ideals, and he was not alone.

"Look at the facts, Gordon, this is Gotham."

Fryce smirked and put the bill in his pocket.

The ignition started the engine, and before the police car could run, the code instructions of the dispatching station came from the on-board radio.

"The Governor's Hotel?"

Fryce muttered that he would have been able to go home and rest after his patrol mission, but now he had to run to the Upper East Side.

According to the code issued by the dispatch station, it is believed that a gang of armed robbers broke into the Governor's Hotel.

"Get over there, or the rich people of Gotham will complain about us again."

Gordon urged.

Despite being in a puddle of muddy sewage, he still wanted to do what he could.

The "GCPD (Gotham Police Department)" logo flashed its lights and drove away from the city's commercial street, speeding through the dense and congested traffic.

"They also kidnapped Bruce Wayne?"

A few minutes later, new news came from the car radio.

Fryce looked surprised, this was a big event, and the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Wayne were shot dead in Crime Alley caused an uproar.

The wealthy and powerful of the upper class were all at their own risk, and their rare generosity indirectly saved Gotham from the Great Depression.

If this orphan of the Wayne family encounters any accidents, I am afraid that just the pressure of public opinion from the outside world will make the Gotham Police Department unable to eat and walk around.

"The robbers were divided into two groups, one car was heading towards Nai Ho Island, and the other car was rushing onto Rand Avenue and was heading towards Sullivan Island!"

Gordon learned the latest situation from the walkie-talkie, and the police car formed an encirclement with other dispatched police forces in accordance with the command of the dispatch station.

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"Hey, hero, how do you think those waste cops are going to hunt us down?"

The leader of the red hood sitting in the front row held a Beretta police pistol, pointed at Leo with a calm face, and asked with a grin.

Leo, who voluntarily exposed himself and chose to be a hostage, was sitting in the back seat of a Dodge Challenger with Bruce Wayne at this time.

The wrists of the two are cuffed together, and the ankles are covered with plastic anti-falling self-locking pull loop ropes, which perfectly play the role of hostages.

"I'm new to Gotham, how do I know the style of the local police, you should ask Mr. Bruce Wayne next to me about this question."

Leo replied in a calm voice.

Facing the muzzle of the black hole, he didn't feel the slightest nervousness.

"Mr. Wayne...... Gotham's pride of the sky, what do you say those cops are going to do? ”

Bruce first turned his head to look at Leo with some doubt in his eyes, and then said, "As long as you don't hurt us, you can make any request to the police, and how about adding a ransom of 10 million?" ”

The heir of the Wayne family did not answer the Red Hood Chief's question head-on.

His character is a rich boy who doesn't learn and doesn't know how to solve it, and when he can solve it with money, he definitely doesn't mention other methods.

The non-cooperation of these two hostages made the leader of the Red Hood have to play a one-man show by himself.

He said to himself, "It is estimated that half of Gotham's surveillance cameras have been called urgently to closely monitor our whereabouts. ”

"The police would set up roadblocks at the exits of the roads around us, and then they would chase and intercept us, and helicopters in the air would definitely be dispatched."

"Those police cars will be the first to come after us, and ten million is certainly not as important as Bruce Wayne in the eyes of the Gotham Police Department, and ...... That who, what is your name White went to? ”

Halfway through the words, the red hood tapped the hostages in the back seat with the muzzle of his gun.

"Leo White."

The young hostage replied gently.

"Oh, they're finally catching up! Number two, drive to the old town! ”

The leader of the red hood heard the shrill siren from behind him and clapped his hands with some excitement.

The streets of Old Gotham's old town are intricate, cobweb-like and easy to cross a bridge to access Sullivan Island.

It was a lawless land like the island of Naiha, ruled by the Maroni family, and was often used for smuggling because of its natural port advantages.

For example, tobacco, alcohol, and even drugs and firearms, as long as they are illegal items that can make money and are profitable enough, can be bought on the underground black market on Sullivan Island.

Two police cars bite the back, and the red Dodge Challenger is like a swimming fish, expertly weaving through the traffic.

The complex streets of Old Gotham, combined with the narrow and dark alleys of buildings, allow the Red Hooded Leader to maneuver the police cars behind him.

"They drove into the tunnel! There were two hostages in the car! ”

Helicopters, as an air unit, could only hover over the old city, but could not provide more help.

The robbers, who wore the red hood as a symbol, were cunning, as if they were familiar with the Gotham Police Department's plans and deployments, and didn't give them the slightest chance.

"Barricade Sullivan Island! Stop them! ”

The dispatch center sends out the command's order.