"Gordon, you're crazy!"

"I'm just doing what I have to do, trying to find a way to protect every citizen of Gotham."

"You'd better know what you're doing, and if that town cop dares to put his hand where he shouldn't, you'll only see his body sunk to the bottom."

Toot toot...

The other party warned him and hung up the phone, and Gordon, who had a worried expression, put down the microphone and picked up the coat next to him and walked out of the office.

The situation in the police station was terrible, and many people stayed up all night filling out forms.

Due to the new captain's fast, accurate and ruthless handling style, the bureau now has more than 100 times more cases to deal with than usual.

The huge workload made it difficult for some police officers, who were already in poor health, to bear it.

After continuous police dispatches and cleaning up the scene, several police officers who were not physically fit were sent to the hospital with the bodies.

Fortunately, these people are not lying in the morgue like the suspects.

The various hospitals in Gotham City are also a bit busy, and the doctors and nurses on duty at night can always see some people being pushed in at regular intervals.

Because there were so many corpses, some hospitals didn't have as many cabinets to put them, so they had to be put in bags first.

Wow....

"Or a gunshot wound to the head, how many are these?"

"One hundred and eighty, is his marksmanship really so good?"

In the air-conditioned morgue, two men with the Gotham Police Department's Crime Squad sign on their bodies are squatting in a room full of body bags to record something.

One of the taller white men looked at the corpses and companions who were almost the same as each other, and said:

"I don't believe a small town cop would have this kind of marksmanship, he reminds me of a man."

"Dead shot?"

Nodding, the white man said again: "That guy has been captured by Batman and put in prison for so many years, maybe the police in this small town knew him before." ”

"Who knows, I hope this newcomer won't mess with some other people."

The two examined the bodies one by one again...

Knock knock.

In the hotel, Zhang San, who was woken up by a knock on the door, rubbed his eyes and walked over to open the door.

"Director Gordon?"

In the hallway, Gordon, dressed in an overcoat, was standing in front of the door with his hands in his pockets and watching him.

After a while, Zhang San, who was dressed, sat opposite him:

"Something at the police station?"

Gordon, who had withdrawn his gaze from the window, shook his head, and he said the warning he had received.

Someone is eyeing Zhang San, but those people won't make a move for the time being.

Because Zhang San didn't interfere with their interests now, they didn't care if so many people died in Gotham overnight.

They only cared about one thing, and the new officers had better not run around.

The police honestly manage the alleys and streets, and the port and other places don't need to worry about the Gotham police.

In this city, you can only survive by being a blind person.

"I'm sorry to pull you into this muddy water."

Gordon was happy to see Zhang San's strong professionalism, but he was also worried that Zhang San would not survive this month.

Although it seems that the ace officer is just cleaning up the criminals in the alley, it will not be a good thing for him to touch the darkness of Gotham one day.

This morning's police scene takes Gordon's memories back decades, when he was the first chief of the Gotham police department.

Pity...

"Director Gordon, if you're worried about my life, you don't have to."

Zhang San is very experienced in dealing with this kind of thing, and what he did in Evergreen can also be done in Gotham.

Kill those who take the lead, and support those who are obedient.

If one doesn't work, replace the next, and it will always be the turn of a sensible superior.

"I don't know if you have a list of the other party's personnel, preferably including the scope of activities."

Gordon chuckled in his heart when he heard him, and the police officer in front of him was very bold, and after knowing that he might be in danger, he was not afraid but wanted to do something big.

Seeing that Gordon didn't reply, Zhang San turned his head to look out the window and said slowly:

"Chief Gordon, Gotham is a backwater right now, with gangs controlling an area.

Any police officer with a mind would have to succumb to the threats they unleashed, but what if we replaced these people with our own? ”

Better management is much better than temporary emptying.

"You're not an ordinary police officer, are you?"

Gordon, who stood up, asked him.

"Ace officer, Zhang San."

He gave himself a thumbs up, and Gordon left the room with a smile on his face, as if amused.

The time came to five o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhang San drove back to the Gotham Police Station in a police car.

As soon as he entered the door, he noticed that multiple pairs of eyes had fallen on him in the police station.

But soon the men were busy with their work again, as if it had just been his delusion.

In the captain's office, Zhang San was loading the empty magazine with bullets, thinking about who to trouble first.

During the day, Gordon returned shortly after his departure with a document.

He accepted Zhang San's suggestion, and that document contained not only the personal information of some people, but also the scope of their gang's activities.

When handing over the information to him, Gordon also told him to be careful of his own people in the police station.

No one knows how many of those doughnut-loving colleagues have been bribed by the gangsters, and they are likely to be shot in the back.

Click!

Pressing the last bullet, Zhang San returned to the car with a full magazine and a newly picked AR rifle.

As it got dark, Officer Zhang, who was leaning on the car in front of the burger restaurant to refuel, saw a shadow flying over the roof.

If he's not mistaken, that figure is the Dark Knight of Gotham.

Batman.

has its own unique principle of non-killing, but because he was killed and burned by explosions and flames, there are not a few who are burned to death.

Maybe it's because his counter is very flexible, and those people were killed by the environment, so they didn't count on him.

Boom.

As soon as he got back to the car, he noticed that there was an extra person in the back seat of the car.

"How did you get in?"

Zhang San felt very magical, obviously watching the other party fly over the roof of the building, and it took less than half a minute for people to run into his car.

"Be careful, officer, you're in a bad situation right now."

Batman reminded him in his deep voice.

"Can I ask something?"

After adjusting the rearview mirror, Zhang San saw that he was still sitting in the back, so he asked, "Did you blacken your eye sockets?" Or does your mask fit your eyes perfectly? ”

He also asked this question to verify an online video about Batman.

In that video, the man dressed as Batman removed the mask and had a black ring around his eyes.

Zhang San's gaze kept locking on the other party.

He was pretty sure that if he blinked, Batman, who didn't want to answer the question, would magically disappear.