Director Gordon has been in a state of turmoil for a long time.

There is a problem with Gotham. It is not as simple as a few criminals, but an "faith" incident that incites the people.

Most of the people holding weapons and shouting wildly were ordinary people in Gotham.

At least they were ordinary people.

The problem Gordon faced was that he had insufficient staff and could not deal with organized crime of this size. And unlike dealing with criminals, he could shoot directly. Some people rob banks, you can use violence to fight violence, while others just rob food trucks. What about? What about ice in the cold drink shop next to him? What about cardboard boxes for homeless people next to him?

It's really a suffocating.

Most of the police officers at the Gotham Police Department, as long as they can move, no matter what case they have, they will basically be suppressed by Gordon, allowing them to go out for tasks and maintain public order.

But the news came back from outside was getting less and less, worse and worse. In the end, even the bad news couldn't be returned, as if all the police officers were killed.

Batman? No one knows where he has gone. The bat light has been shining under the clouds of Gotham's night sky for several nights, and the various flashes of fireworks are particularly ironic.

Lynn…

That guy is likely to be dead or in some hospital for treatment. There is no news, no one can be found, and the phone can't be reached.

Gordon didn't know who else could be expected to help, but he was also thinking that the law protected the weak, but it was really hard to say who is the weak now.

Pull the drawer, there are only a few messy rolling bullets in the empty wooden lattice.

"Maybe I'm the weak, maybe."

Gordon pressed bullets one by one. This was the gun that made great contributions when he was young. In the past, only this gun could be called his most trusted partner.

Now……

Bang.

Push the magazine in, check the trigger, gun chamber, striker, hold the gun in both hands, aim at the door.

"I'm Gordon, how could I be a weak person?"

"Director! Bureau...Director, you are..."

The door was pushed open recklessly, and one of the few newcomers who were not sent out by Gordon to work.

Maybe there was something important to report, but as soon as I entered the director's office, the director pointed a gun at him. He was a little panicked and his words became stuttering.

"Calm down, kid."

Gordon picked up the muzzle, slowly put the gun away, pulled the security, and put it in the gun bag.

"Speak up if there is something."

"Yes, yes... the director, those guys have surrounded our police station."

Gordon did not react in any shock, as if all this was long before he expected it.

"Let's go."

Gordon stood up, patted the newcomer on the shoulder and said, "Let's go out together."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened, there was a crackling sound behind him. When Master Gordon pulled the newcomer and bent down to hide, he raised his gun and pointed it behind him, he saw the broken glass and saw a miserable little black cat on his desk.

"Schrödinger?"

This is Gordon's exclamation.

"Isn't Schrödinger dead?!"

This is the newcomer's doubt.

"Linn...I will never let you go...Oh~"

This is the monologue of the dizzy kitten.

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The mechanical friction sounds endlessly, breaking through the door of the Gotham Police Station, the thugs chose the method of being as simple and direct as possible, and at the same time, they could promote their character and character well.

The chainsaw and bullets came to power together, with harsh cutting sounds and dazzling firelights. The Gotham Police Department was also very "live" before, but it has never been as lively as it is today.

Bang.

The thick door fell from the outside and the remaining few police officers and clerks shook their guns, almost half a step back at the same time.

"Stand firmly and hold your guns!"

At this critical moment, Gordon stood up, walked to the front of the crowd, and quietly waited for the collapse of the last line of defense.

Not long after, the stainless steel lattice door was sawed off. Amid a mess of shouts, the thugs finally rushed into the Gotham Police Station.

The one who leads is a cursing blue-haired scalp.

"Where are you watching movies that are so evil? You can use bullets to knock the door locks!"

Crowds were in full swing, everyone was holding guns, everyone was eyeing, and everyone was full of malice.

These people were originally just the most ordinary and easy-going citizens. They worked diligently and worked hard. Gordon knew that there would be such a day, but he did not expect that this day would come so quickly and so unexpectedly.

His eyes swept over everyone. As one of Gotham's leading figures, Gordon often appears in newspapers and TV. The people on the upper level may not know what's going on, but the ordinary citizens at the bottom who broke in today at least knew in their hearts: Gordon was a good person, and he was one of the few people in Gotham who were willing to speak for ordinary people and sacrifice for ordinary people.

So, the thugs who had rushed into the police station with great momentum and shouted how to do it, their arrogance subsided silently when facing the cold eyes of a tall and thin old man.

They were silent, lowered their heads, pushing each other, with figures everywhere, and sounds like mosquitoes roaring.

Only two people are exceptions.

A bald man standing on the left side of the crowd, a tuxedo man standing in the middle of the crowd.

"Ha, dear Director Gordon, hello."

The little man in tuxedo took off his top hat and bowed in a very elegant and gentlemanly manner. After getting up, he smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I've been like this when I first met. Please believe me, I don't want the chaos to continue, just like you.

Oh, please forgive my fault. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Oswald, Oswald Corbert. Today, I'm here to..."

"What are you doing? Didn't my boss even bring a chair to me while I was standing and talking?"

squeak~—— squeak…

The old wooden chair with square feet was dragged onto the same old wooden floor and made a harsh sound. The man with blue scalp dragged the iron-packed chair for temporary interrogation and pushed it behind the short tuxedo man Oswald, gently pressed his shoulder and helped him sit on the chair.

The tall and square interrogation chair had no armrests. Oswald's feet were hanging in the air. After subconsciously fumbled around his legs, he could not find the armrests and could only place them on his legs.

It looks like a primary school student who made a mistake.

"Boss, you continue."

He showed a very professional dog-legged smile, Qingtiao took the opportunity to stand on the left side of the chair, and in an instant he completed the leap-crossing position from the newly arrived bottom-level brother to the side of the throne.

The strong men behind him looked bitter and regretful.

Damn it, he took the lead.

Bah! Flatter!

Oswald seemed to be unresponsive, lowered his head slightly, glanced at his hanging feet, twisted his neck stiffly, and looked at the green skin beside him.

"...I did a good job. Don't be so motivated next time."

After saying that, I took a deep breath, adjusted my mentality, and put a charming smile on the corner of my mouth again, smiling: "I'm here this time to..."

"Is anyone here in charge of your business? My cat is lost."

Qingpi once again found an opportunity to perform.

"……hateful!"

Someone in the back row whispered: "He took the lead again..."

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