Gordon, handcuffed, sat on the bench of the escort car without saying a word, hanging his head slightly, without the slightest expression. Two special police officers armed with submachine guns and in charge of escorting sat beside him, constantly sneaking glances at the former heroic chief out of the corner of his eye.

"You don't have to be so restrained, Director." One of the officers couldn't help but say.

Gordon half-looked up, and saw that the police officer in charge of escorting the prisoner was more nervous than he should have been.

"Take it easy, kid." "Besides, I'm not the director anymore. ”

Listening to his dejected words, the officer couldn't help but say, "Chief, I don't think you're a prisoner. I've been a police officer in Gotham City since 10 years ago, and I know very well what Gotham City was like at that time, I saw your efforts in the past 10 years, and everything you have done in the past 10 years, and I have always regarded you as my role model and direction of efforts. What I want you to know is that no matter what others think, you will always be the best director in my mind. ”

Gordon smiled bitterly, "Thank you, kid." I hope you can keep this thought and try to finish what I left undone. Unfortunately, I may only have to go so far. ”

The police officer's nose couldn't help but be sour, the so-called tiger falling in Pingyang, the end of the hero, is just like this, right?

Then, at this moment, the car shook suddenly, like a sudden earthquake.

The driver of the escort car traveling at high speed did not notice that a row of sharp iron nails lay horizontally on the road in front of them, blocking their way.

The tires that were spinning at high speed suddenly burst, and the whole body sank downward. The driver tried desperately to stabilize his direction, but the steering wheel was like an elephant that had broken free from a rope and did not obey it, and the car staggered and slowed down for a moment before turning sideways.

The impact resistance of the bulletproof compartment is also quite good, and although several people in the car overturned, the injuries were not serious. However, the driver in the driver's seat was not very lucky, and although the airbag popped out, he hit his head and fainted. The police officer in the passenger seat noticed that something seemed wrong, and jumped out of the car with a gun in hand.

Then, he saw a man in black with a flaming bat mark painted on his body standing high above the carriage that had flipped on its side and looked down on him.

Quickly raising his gun, he shouted, "Don't move!" ”

Then, Gordon and the two police officers in charge of the escort heard gunshots and a very brief fight outside, followed by silence.

The officer who had spoken to Gordon stood up, approached the door, pointed his gun at the locked door, and opened fire on whoever it was.

Gordon was a little confused, could it be that the people who framed him outside felt that this framing was not enough, and wanted to kill him? Or is it Batman's men who come to carjack? But he knew that Batman should not do this, and he knew Batman.

But what he didn't expect was that his partner, the police officer who was in charge of escorting with him, silently installed a muffler the moment the accident happened, and pointed the gun at the back of his heart.

He turned his back to here and didn't see it, but Gordon did. The moment he realized what was about to happen, Gordon yelled "No! Then he threw himself at the officer behind him with all his might.

But it was still a step too late.

Shots rang out, and relentless bullets swirled through the back of the head of the upright officer in front of him, flying out of his forehead, and the blood-colored, charred shells nailed to the bulletproof hatch.

"Why!"

Gordon roared angrily, raising his handcuffed hands and smashing them at the SWAT officer.

But after all, wearing handcuffs and making it very difficult to move, the SWAT held the chain of the handcuffs with the barrel of the gun, kicked Gordon to the corner of the car door, pointed the gun at the head of the former director, and sneered: "I'm sorry, Director." Originally, I was planning to pretend that you would rebel and kill this poor guy lying here at the right time, and then I would have to kill you again, but now it seems that something has happened. So I'm going to have to deal with you here first. ”

Gordon's eyes were fixed on the young SWAT officer who was lying on the ground, and he said angrily and regretfully, "You brute"

The SWAT officer snorted, "Don't blame me. ”

"Boom!"

The impact knocked both of them to the ground, and with the flash of fire and the sound of explosions, the bulletproof door was deeply dented by a powerful force, cracking an exit. Wearing a bat-shaped helmet and dressed in pitch-black, he walked through the smoke and dust like a Terminator into the car.

The SWAT officer had already thrown the pistol at Gordon's feet and shouted, "Batman! It's him! Gordon, he wants to take advantage of the chaos to escape! And shoot the poor guy! I wanted to stop him, but"

Before he could finish his sentence, Roy had already pinched his throat and lifted him up and violently threw him out of the car door.

Tumbling on the ground twice, the gun fell to the side. He scrambled to his feet, raised his saber in his hand for self-defense, and shouted, "What are you doing?" Batman? ”

"Slandering Gordon would be the stupidest thing you'll ever do, except for the colleague you just killed."

As he spoke, Roy kicked the dagger off the guy without any stagnation, and pressed his arm with his backhand to restrain him.

"Plus, I'm not Batman."

As soon as there was a sound of "Kala", the special police officer snorted miserably, dislocated his arm, and rolled on the ground with his arm in his arms.

Roy ignored him and returned to the car, where Gordon was kneeling in front of the corpse of the policeman who had paid his respects to him not long ago, his head hanging down.

"He's a good guy, he shouldn't be," Gordon said to himself.

"You shouldn't either." Roy whispered.

Gordon shook his head: "Batman won't do this, you came to save me, I guess he definitely doesn't know." ”

"Yes."

"You shouldn't have come." Gordon Road.

"You also know, Chief Gordon, what this city is facing right now," Roy said. Many people have died, and many more will die. We all know that you were framed and that someone had bribed the jury so that you could not be rehabilitated. Why? Because they're afraid of you, they know how terrible the Gotham Police Department you lead is, and they know that you can turn things around and be a vital pawn that can change the tide of battle. ”

"You're begging me to be a fugitive." Gordon said with a deep breath.

"In a way, that's right." Roy said frankly.

Gordon let out a long sigh, "Well, it looks like I don't have any other choice. ”