In a corner of Gotham, the entrance to the orphanage that was once deserted and deserted is now crowded with people everywhere.
The police officers stayed behind the police car and looked inside the orphanage from time to time, anxious and helpless.
Because right at the entrance of the orphanage, a large modified tank truck has crashed into it, and the front of the truck has completely sunk inside. The tank on the truck has also been damaged to a certain extent. If you are not careful, it will cause the tank to poison gas leaked.
This orphanage is the largest of the three orphanages in Gotham. It was built and managed by the Wayne family more than 40 years ago. According to the list obtained by the police, the orphanage at this time included working There are about 90 people, including staff and children, and an additional negotiator.
He was just assigned by Director Gordon to go into the orphanage to negotiate terms with the somewhat crazy suspect.
Unexpectedly, there was no sound after entering, and the recording device connected to him no longer worked.
"Director..."
Gordon was sitting alone in the car, busy answering phone calls and reporting on various situations. Who would have thought that whenever a major case occurred, the top leader of the Gotham Police Department would do most of the reporting.
"Potter, tell me, how did those reporters get in?"
Gordon put down the phone, maybe because he was put under some pressure by the gentlemen above, so he was not in a good mood. I was really a little angry when I saw those reporters who were flashing and flashing, all of them were wearing straight suits or wearing heels that were longer than their calves.
The police officer named Porter also shrugged helplessly. He didn't know what to say, but he still said bravely: "Director, this... those reporters were called by the guy inside. He had been there a few days ago. I threatened to do something similar before, but no one cared about it at that time. There were dozens of baskets of semi-threatening letters sent to major media outlets every day. I didn’t expect that today..."
Gordon waved his hand, Potter nodded knowingly, pursed his lips and left.
"These guys..."
Gordon knew in his heart that the guy driving the drug tanker truck probably told the media about the matter in advance. However, after these guys confirmed the authenticity of the facts, in order to ensure the quality of the exclusive news, they notified the news to the media much later. Gotham PD.
Really smart, extremely smart.
They stayed here early, waiting for big news that would double the number of views. Whether the news is "massive casualties in the orphanage" or "weakness of the Gotham Police Department", it is the best food for them.
"Sigh... Gotham is really sick."
Not just the upper class, nor does it exist only in a certain profession, a certain neighborhood, or a certain surname...
This city is rotten to the core.
The angle of view shifted, and Gordon's expression gradually became extremely cold as he looked at the reporters who were facing the cold wind in the night, with dilated pupils, dancing, and shouting hoarsely.
He knew in his heart that compared to the guys locked up in the cage at the police station, these guys only had one less pair of handcuffs.
It's really a pity.
"Potter!"
Gordon's voice appeared on the scene, and almost everyone turned their attention to him.
They watched the police officer named Porter walk toward Gordon, watched them talk, watched them point their fingers in their direction.
"Clearance?!"
"Yes. Madam, please leave here safely and orderly under the leadership of the police officer."
"I'm a reporter! I have the right..."
"Yeah, yeah, you have it, you have it, come this way, hurry up and get out of the way."
"I want to file a complaint against you! I want to..."
……………………
Not surprisingly, Gordon's sudden decision to expel all media personnel present caused chaos at the scene.
"well……"
Gordon forgot where to start, and he became more and more accustomed to sighing.
"What are you worried about?"
At the same time as a curious voice came from the back seat, a hand reached out: "Ice cream?"
"Lynn? Why are you...when did you come in!"
Lin En, who was sitting behind the car seat and sharing ice cream with the kitten, scratched the kitten's little head that was shaking rapidly due to the cold, and shrugged nonchalantly: "I've been here for a while, almost...
Oh, it was when that old woman called and scolded you..."
"Lynn, give me a bite of the ice cream. Can you solve the problem over there? If you can, go ahead."
"Hey hey hey~"
Lin En smiled and leaned forward again, pointed a finger at the media friends who were making trouble and protesting over there: "Are you talking about that side, or that side in the room~"
Gordon, who was holding a paper bowl of ice cream, was silent. He raised his head after a while, and the light flashed on the glass lens: "Lynn, if you harm innocent people, I will definitely arrest you on corresponding charges."
"Oh~~~~!"
Lynn pursed her lips and made an exaggerated long sound: "I understand~~! Brother, don't worry, I'll do the work."
After speaking, Gordon saw that Linn's body began to become blurry and transparent in a very unphysical way, and slowly turned into a human form made of lines like smoke and colloid.
"Drag" out of the car, like the wind swept to the media friends.
………………
"Hello."
Lin En suddenly appeared behind a reporter. He gently stretched out his arms and slowly hugged the reporter from behind.
"Sorry, my hat hit your face."
His voice was also very gentle, making goose bumps crawl up on the jawline of the media friend, making his eyes stare blankly, his arms stiff, and his throat making an unconscious sound.
The police officers had pointed their guns at Linn and were hesitantly waiting for Gordon's order.
Yet there was no order at all.
"And me……"
Lin En continued to hug the media friend and gently rocked him with him, shaking and shaking while introducing himself.
"Lynn. My name is Lynn. You've heard of me. Does anyone remember the name? Can you let me see your hands?
Ah...what a shame. I helped you get rid of Falcone.
The driver inside is the problem that should be solved, not you, so..."
Lynn put her head on the shoulders of her friends from the media and smiled: "I want to punish you a little.
Choose someone to go with me to that room that may already be full of flammable gas.
I want to choose..."
Lin En was still holding the media friend, shaking him to the left and right. He seemed to have trouble keeping his balance, appearing close and far away in front of all his friends from the media.
Holding the hands of media friends, Lin En clicked on the faces of the horrified media friends, murmuring: "Is it you... or is it you... your voice was so loud just now... which one should I choose?" Who is better..."
Linn suddenly stopped his hand and stopped moving. He grabbed the hand of his media friend and slowly pointed it at the face of the person in his arms.
“Actually, it was already chosen from the beginning.
Let's go and experience death.
cry?
You have to go even if you cry. "
Turning around and leaving everyone with an unforgettable smile, Lin En staggered towards the gate of the orphanage like a puppet.
"Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake until...
gate of hell? Hahahahaha! It doesn’t rhyme~”
