Jim Gordon leaned over and hid behind a police car. At this moment, he even complained a little about why the Arkham Asylum was rebuilt so strong. Hundreds of prisoners seized the weapons of the prison guards in the prison area. These bastards were like desperate people who were injected with blood, and for a moment they couldn't lift their heads.

"Damn, where is the armed helicopter applied for by the police?" he turned around and shouted loudly.

Suddenly... Jim Gordon was stunned.

A police officer behind him was reporting something to him, but he didn't hear a word... because, he saw a light spot floating in the night sky in the distance.

That was a signal, Gordon was extremely familiar with it, because it was used by him often back then, but since that night many years ago, the spot has never lit up again.

But... why did it appear again tonight?

Isn’t that person already dead? Yes, he is dead!

So who sent this signal, and who is he summoning?

Jim Gordon stared blankly at the sky, like a legendary ghost creature, looking at the full moon, unable to move his eyes away. The roaring sound rang again, like millions of trains pressing over his head, and trying to lift the head shell.

"Director? Are you listening?" The police officer behind him noticed Gordon's strangeness and looked over his gaze.

Some old policemen were stunned. They knew this symbol, while others had never seen this thing, but thought it was a afterimage of the searchlight being broken.

But at this moment, Director Gordon seemed to be stimulated by some kind of excitement, suddenly pushed away the crowd in front of him and ran towards the symbol.

The police were all confused. They didn't know what was wrong with the director, but in this fierce firefight, no one dared to leave their position without permission.

In fact, Gordon himself didn't know what was wrong with him. He just felt an irresistible impulse urging him, like those cursed fire-fighting moths, uncontrollably trying to rush over and get under the spot of light... as if he had to do so.

......

......

The position of the "bat spot" is in two directions, so Director Gordon was not blocked by any gunfire, and soon climbed up the ladder on the high platform.

Finally, he also saw the searchlight that shone directly into the sky and the man next to the searchlight.

He leaned against the wall, wearing prison uniform, and his messy hair, and was yawning boredly.

Ziliang!

Yes, who else can it be? Since I met this bastard, I have never stopped having trouble!

When he thought of this, Gordon's uneasiness and anger became even stronger. He stood on the edge of the platform. This place was at the edge of the platform, without any light, so Gordon was very careful not to make any sound...

He said that he was going to kill this bastard... This is not a joke. Although it is not a joke to kill a prisoner who is not threatened without trial, this is against the law. However, how could Gordon care about these? In the past few years, he has ignored enough laws, and some difficult prisoners have long been secretly executed under his acquiescence.

"The law cannot save Gotham, only I can!" Gordon shouted in his heart. He took out his pistol and aimed at the unarmed man.

At this time...

"Hi...long time no see."

Ziliang suddenly turned his head and greeted Director Gordon here with a smile through the darkness.

Director Gordon was stunned... Logically speaking, if a person stands in the light, he cannot see things in the dark, but why can that guy see himself?

Forget it, now is not the time to think about this. Gordon raised his pistol without hesitation and aimed at Ziliang...

Sudden!

"Haha-Old Joey is here!"

A thick voice between "domineering" and "idiot" sounded from his side without warning. Then, Director Gordon felt that he was being picked up by a huge force, and then he turned around in the air at a 180-degree sky and was knocked to the ground with a bang!

Gordon rarely fights... Although he was very good at fighting in the years he just entered the police station, he is almost 50 years old now, and since he sat in the position of director, he has never fought with anyone again.

So, this moment is enough to smash his old bones into pieces.

But strangely, Gordon did not feel the pain he expected. He just gritted his teeth and snorted, and completely withstood the impact.

There was a roar in his mind, like the evil ghost was about to rush out of the cage...

Gordon could no longer care about that, and he didn't know what he did. Anyway, he turned around and stood up, a dodge similar to instinct, strangely avoiding the later grab of Old Joey. Then he ran into the other side with a heavy shoulder and directly knocked Old Joey, who was about 1.9 meters tall, and flew away.

This is an extremely inconsistent scene. A 50-year-old man with a gray head is so flexible and shows the power that his body should never have.

Old Joey was knocked back and flew out, wheeled in place for several rounds, and finally stopped at Ziliang's feet.

"What are you doing? Why is he so strong?" Joey stood up with a fat body on his back and asked with a confused look on his face.

"Ha...you should be glad that he hasn't fully awakened yet." Ziliang scratched his hair, walked forward a few steps, and stood in front of Joey: "Otherwise... a piece of S-level sin fragment cannot be handled by us now!"

"S-class..." Joey was stunned.

Director Gordon was also stunned. He looked at his hands and looked shocked. He didn't even know what was wrong with him now.

"Hi! Director Jim Gordon..." Ziliang shouted again, then raised his arm and pointed in one direction: "Look at that!"

The roar in Jim Gordon's mind exploded, and the sound made an unprecedented roar, accompanied by a burst of almost fainting pain. The imprisoned evil spirit seemed to want to use this pain to knock Director Gordon out... However, Gordon once again endured this severe pain, and his body seemed to have endless ability to bear it.

So...this moment happened eventually.

In the severe pain, Gordon looked in the direction Ziliang pointed like a conditioned reflex...

There, a girl was lying quietly.

Weird hair color, graceful figure, and pale skin.

Harry Quinn.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Gordon let out a miserable roar that was not as good as a human could make, and he knelt on the ground with his head covered.

"Medicine! Medicine!" He tried hard to take out the medicine bottle in his pocket, but his trembling hands couldn't hold it at all.

So the medicine bottle fell tragically to the ground, got out of nowhere, and stopped at Ziliang's feet.

Ziliang picked up the medicine bottle casually and smiled at the "Jim Gordon" who seemed extremely painful.

"How is it, have you seen that girl?" Ziliang's voice was light, as if he was moaning, as if he was tempting, and as if he was expecting: "It's her, eight years ago... she was lying at your feet, covered in blood.

So...you should remember it.

Mr. Bruce Wayne.”
Chapter completed!