Commissioner Gordon has been in dire straits for a long, long time.
There is a problem in Gotham, and it is not as simple as a few criminals, but a "faith" incident that incites the people.
Most of those holding weapons and shouting crazily were ordinary people in Gotham.
At least they were common people once.
The problem Gordon faces is that he does not have enough manpower to deal with organized crime of this size and number, and unlike dealing with criminals, he can shoot directly. You can fight violence with violence when some people rob banks, but how do you deal with some people who just rob a food truck? What about the guy who grabbed the ice cubes from the cold drink shop next to him? What about the one who robbed the homeless man’s cardboard box next to him?
I'm exhausted, I'm really exhausted.
Most of the police officers in the Gotham Police Department, as long as they were able to move, no matter what cases they had in hand, were basically suppressed by Gordon and let them go out to perform tasks and maintain law and order.
But the news coming back from the outside is getting less and less, getting worse and worse, and getting weirder and weirder. In the end, not even bad news came back, as if all the police officers had been killed.
Batman? No one knows where he has gone. The Bat-Light has been shining under the gloomy clouds in Gotham's night sky for several nights. It looks particularly ironic when combined with the colorful flashes of fireworks.
Lynn…
That guy was probably dead, or maybe receiving treatment in some hospital. There is no news at all, no one can be found, and the phone cannot be reached.
Gordon didn't know who else he could count on to help. At the same time, he was also thinking that the law protects the weak, but it's really hard to say who is the weak now.
Pulling the drawer open, there were only a few bullets rolling around in the empty wooden compartment.
"Maybe I am the weak one."
Gordon pressed the bullets one by one. This was the gun with which he made great achievements when he was young. In the past, only this gun could be called his most trusted partner.
Now……
Snapped.
Push the magazine in, check the trigger, chamber, and firing pin. Hold the gun with both hands and aim it at the door.
"I'm Gordon, how can I be weak?"
"Director! Bureau... Director, what are you..."
The door was pushed open recklessly, and one of the few newcomers who had not been sent out on duty by Gordon broke in.
Maybe there was something important to report, but as soon as he entered the director's office, he was pointed at a gun by the director. He was a little panicked and his words started to stutter.
"Calm down, kid."
Gordon raised the muzzle of the gun, slowly put the gun away, flipped the safety, and put it in the gun bag.
"If you have anything to do, tell me."
"Yes, yes... Chief, those guys have surrounded our police station."
Gordon didn't have any shocked reaction, as if he had expected all this.
"Let's go."
Gordon stood up, patted the newcomer on the shoulder and said, "Let's go out together."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, there was a crackling sound behind him. When Gordon skillfully pulled the newcomer to bend down and hide, and pointed the gun behind him, he saw the broken glass and his desk. A dark, miserable little black cat.
"Schrödinger?"
This was Gordon's exclamation.
"Isn't Schrödinger dead?!"
This is the doubt of the newcomer.
"Lynn... I will never let you go... Ouch~"
This is the soliloquy of a dazed kitten.
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The sound of mechanical friction was heard endlessly as they broke through the door of the Gotham Police Station. The thugs chose a method that was as simple and direct as possible, and at the same time, could well promote their character and character.
Chainsaws and bullets were used together, with harsh cutting sounds and dazzling firelights. The Gotham Police Department used to be very "lively", but it has never been as lively as it is today.
Bang.
The heavy door fell from the outside to the inside. The few remaining police officers and clerks shook their gun-holding hands and took half a step back almost in unison.
"Stand still and hold on to your guns!"
At this critical moment, Gordon stood up and walked to the front of the crowd, quietly waiting for the collapse of the last line of defense.
Not long after, the lattice door made of fine steel was sawed off, and with a burst of chaotic shouting, the thugs finally broke into the Gotham Police Station.
The leader was a cursing green man.
"Where did you watch a movie that was so evil? You shot the door lock with bullets, you can't imagine it!"
The crowd filed in, everyone holding a gun, everyone staring eagerly, and everyone full of malice.
These people were originally just the most ordinary and easy-going citizens. They were diligent and hardworking. Gordon knew that one day like this would probably come, but he did not expect that this day would come so quickly and catch people so off guard.
His eyes swept over everyone. Gordon, as one of the top figures in Gotham, often appeared in newspapers and on TV. The people at the top may not know what was going on, but at least the ordinary citizens at the bottom who broke in today It is still clear in my heart: Gordon is a good man, one of the few people in Gotham who is willing to speak up for ordinary people and sacrifice for ordinary people.
As a result, the thugs who had stormed into the police station aggressively just now, shouting what they wanted to do, silently subsided when faced with the indifferent eyes of a tall and thin old man.
They were silent, with their heads lowered, pushing each other, and their voices were like the roar of mosquitoes.
There are only two exceptions.
A bald man standing on the far left of the crowd, and a man in a tuxedo standing in the middle of the crowd.
"Hey, dear Commissioner Gordon, hello."
The little man in the tuxedo took off his top hat and bowed in a very elegant and gentlemanly manner. After standing up, he said with a smile: "I'm sorry that it turned out like this when we first met. Please believe me, I don't want to be confused as much as you. The scene continues.
Oh, please forgive me for not introducing myself yet. My name is Oswald, Oswald Colbert. Today, I came here to..."
"What are you doing? My boss is standing and talking and no one pulls up a chair?"
Squeak~squeak-squeak...
The old wooden chair with square legs made a screeching sound as it was dragged along the same old wooden floor. The green-skinned man dragged the iron-clad chair for the temporary interrogation over and pushed it onto the short tuxedoed man Oswald. Behind him, he 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 groping with his legs for a while, he couldn't find the armrests and could only place them on his legs.
He looked like an elementary school student who had made a mistake.
"Boss, please continue."
Putting on a very professional smile, Qingtou took the opportunity to step to the left side of the chair and stood there. In an instant, he completed the leapfrog status jump from the new low-level boy to the side of the throne.
The strong men behind them had bitter expressions on their faces and regretted it too late.
Damn it, he beat me to it.
Pooh! Flatterer!
Oswald seemed a little unresponsive. He lowered his head slightly and glanced at his dangling feet. His neck twisted stiffly and he looked at the green man next to him.
"...Well done. Don't be so aggressive next time."
After saying that, he took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, put the charming smile on his lips again, and smiled: "I came here this time to..."
"Is there anyone in charge here? My cat is lost."
Qingpi once again found an opportunity to perform.
"……hateful!"
Someone in the crowd in the back row whispered: "He got the better of him again..."
