mayor?
Gordon's heart skipped a beat.
Frankly speaking, it's not like he hasn't had such thoughts.
As a workaholic Gordon who devotes his whole body and soul to Gotham and spends many times more time outside than at home every day, he truly loves Gotham more than his family. Own.
Over the years, the problems Gordon has faced are more than just the inability to take care of his busy work and family.
It's too much.
As the chief of a police station, there were too many times when Gordon always wanted to do the right thing, but he always suffered from not having more power. Every time, he was hindered by those pig-like guys. It was just too uncomfortable.
If Gordon can really get that position, if nothing else, whatever he wants to do in the future, at least he won't have to wait for the signature of that stupid pig who doesn't dare to live in Gotham.
"But...Lynn, your idea is..."
If the person who said this was Batman, or to be precise, Batman's other identity, Bruce Wayne, then the subsequent development of the matter would be more normal.
Bruce will publicly support his candidacy, spend money and effort to gain fame, frantically attract votes for him, and then let him secure his position in a reasonable and legal manner.
It's not that they haven't discussed this matter before, but Batman gave up the idea out of concern about the tragic failure he suffered when he tried to save Gotham in a normal way.
Anyway, what he did had nothing to do with power.
Now that I think about it, it seems that only Lin En has the "position" to make such a proposal.
It's just... this time the person with concerns became Gordon.
After thinking about it, it is strange that the method proposed by Lin En can be achieved through legal means.
Gordon had to think carefully.
He is a law-abiding person, a person who respects the law, and a person who wants to save Gotham in a normal way, so as not to fall into the quagmire and deviate from what he insists on in his heart.
Unfortunately, Lynn, his friend, is one of those players who...makes mud and spreads it evenly.
"Lynn, I don't know what you want to do, but..."
Gordon looked at Lynn very seriously and said word by word: "I don't want or want you to send me to that position in a criminal way."
After thinking about it, although Linn has never been serious, and it is unlikely that he will be hit by his words, Gordon will not treat his friends like this. He has always been a gentle person: "Lynn, I know you It is also for Gotham, to protect your parents... I know you are also sad, but...
no. Absolutely not. I wouldn't sit in that position like that. "
After Gordon said this, he kept looking into Lynn's eyes. This was his way of showing respect, and he knew that Lynn would definitely understand.
But whether he can understand it or not, Gordon can't guarantee it.
To his surprise, Linn didn't make any weird noises or say anything incomprehensible. He looked like... a normal person.
This is so abnormal!
"Oh~ I probably understand what you mean."
Linn nodded heavily to express his understanding.
"Evil people still have to have evil ways to do things. Gordon, you are just too kind, and it obviously doesn't fit in with the overall atmosphere of Gotham.
I know what to do about this matter. "
Linn walked out thoughtfully as he spoke. What Gordon was most afraid of hearing was Linn's words like "I understand" and "I understand what you mean".
He can guarantee that Linn definitely didn’t understand!
He must not have understood what he meant!
"Lynn! Linn, where are you going? Linn! Come back!"
The location where Lin En walked out was not the door, but the window. Since this guy flew away, his course of action has been much more reckless than before.
If there is a window, never go through the door.
Gordon couldn't jump down with Linn, he could only watch Linn disappear out of the window.
"Oops……"
Almost instantly, Gordon seemed to see all the tragedies happening in Gotham, and in the center of every extremely miserable scene stood a laughing Lynn.
If he can do serious things, he will be a ghost! !
no!
Gotta stop him!
Gordon quickly took out his cell phone and called Batman. Although the three of them were friends, Gordon always believed that Batman and Lynn's brain circuits always seemed to be more compatible. Maybe Batman could persuade Lynn .
"No one answered?"
This is really something even stranger than strange. Batman's phone calls are never answered!
"Could it be...no way."
Gordon shook his head, thought for a moment, and called Bruce Wayne's house again.
The call was answered within seconds, but the person who answered the call was Alfred.
"What did you say... I didn't hear clearly... Al, did I hear it wrong... I..."
"Ah Gordon! I forgot to tell you."
Linn's head suddenly appeared upside down on the upper edge of the window frame: "If you want to find that old bat, he was knocked unconscious by me and is now in my house.
Goodbye~"
Come in a hurry, go in a hurry. Lin En said these words and disappeared again.
Gordon in the room was still holding the phone. After a moment of silence, he continued: "Al, you heard me clearly. Well... I also think you have found the wrong person."
Asking Linn to save Batman seems to have the same meaning as killing Batman.
……………………
After leaving the Gotham Police Department, Linn had no idea of continuing to travel around Gotham. This poor place was still a cosmopolitan city, with Gothic buildings everywhere, and it was dark all day long without any sun. A vampire can go out 300 times a year to live in seclusion here, so what's there to do?
It's better to do something serious.
"Let me see...ah! It's this direction."
…
Falcone. A name that is not ancient, but has indeed gone a long, long time ago.
The place where Lynn once fought, the Falcone family's old house, although it was not very popular because of too many deaths and the price was too expensive, it still welcomed its new owner.
And he is an acquaintance of Linn.
Penguin, Mr. Oswald Cobot.
As one of Gotham's now de facto underground overlords, Cobot likes places like this.
As for the dead and the undead, no matter what, he always goes wherever he goes. There will be piles of dead people everywhere.
A spacious office, a desk made of precious fir wood, expensive carpets, gorgeous tea sets...
Paired with an inappropriate and somewhat old wooden chair, Cobot was sitting on this chair, gently stroking a certain scar on the chair with his hand.
This is left behind by Gotham's "legendary" Lynn.
Cobot will never forget that day, that crazy guy, that scary smile.
In fact, Cobot saw two smiling faces like that that day, equally crazy and equally scary.
If it had been anyone else, that night might have become an unforgettable nightmare, haunting and gradually breaking down.
Cobot wouldn't.
He liked the feeling of lawlessness, the kind of thing that happened despite knowing that it was unreasonable.
He called that: destiny.
"This is really fascinating..."
Dangdangdang~
Cobot's daily fantasy is to be the person who can control the fate of others. It is the power to dominate everything, the gaze of everyone, respect, bowing, and the majesty that he is not convinced but has to be convinced.
The king can convict you because the evidence proves you are guilty. That is not called power, that is called law.
The king could obviously convict you, but he was happy and he didn't care, so he pardoned you. That's called power.
Penguin feels that Lynn is the most powerful person in Gotham.
Dangdangdang~!
The sound of knocking on the door is always annoying, especially at a time like this. Cobot, who was in the fantasy time, frowned impatiently. He wanted to get angry and break the legs of the person who knocked on the door and throw him out.
But he was no longer a gangster now, he was a big shot, so he didn't do that.
"Come in."
Playing with the crystal globe in his hand boredly, Cobot felt the lines on the globe, feeling like he was in control of the world.
"Mr. Cobot."
Entering the door was his butler, yes, Mr. Cobot had his own butler now.
"What's up."
"We have a visitor, he said, an old friend of yours."
"Ah."
Cobot, who had struggled in Gotham and had no real background, and who had climbed up step by step from the bottom, did have many acquaintances in Gotham.
Because of his appearance and his broken leg, he also got the title Penguin.
He disliked this title very much.
Therefore, after he stood on a high platform and became a big shot, everyone who came to him to reminisce about the past, everyone who came to seek refuge with him, was secretly killed by him.
Because they remind him of his past, when he was the Penguin.
There were reasons for choosing Falcone's old house as his new home.
Once upon a time, he, Cobot, was just a subordinate of Falcone's vassal, and it was extremely difficult to meet this big boss. But now, he is sitting in Falcone's house, using Falcone's best words. Play darts with your favorite pen, mix Falcone's most cherished red wine with a drink...
This feeling is really fascinating...
Thanks Lynn.
Again, thanks Lynn.
"I'm in a good mood today and I don't see any old friends."
It's not okay to see blood on such a good day.
"Yes."
The butler had no suggestions or opinions at all. He just followed Cobot's orders.
When he turned to leave and closed the thick wooden door with his backhand, Cobot saw the bullet holes in the door.
"Wait a moment."
The action of closing the door stopped abruptly.
Cobot raised his eyebrows, reached out to touch the knife marks on the chair, and asked tentatively: "Did he say what his name was?"
"said."
The old butler with downcast eyes returned: "He said his name was Lin En."
"What did you say!!!"
Cold sweat broke out on Cobot's head.
Almost.
He almost sent himself to hell.
"Invite him in... No! I'll ask him in..."
"Little~Penguin~Goose~~"
From the side of the wooden door, a head and a hand suddenly stretched out, waving to Cobot with a smile: "Don't you want to see me~?"
The butler's downcast face had eyes as wide as bull's eyes.
penguin! ? !
This is a forbidden word!
Mention this word and someone will die!
The housekeeper thought that just like the unlucky guy who saw the Antarctic while watching a documentary last time, a golf club might be thrown towards him in the next second.
Better to hide quickly...
"Wow! Mr. Lynn!"
housekeeper:? ? ?
Turning his eyes upwards with great effort, the butler saw the master he was serving, one of Gotham's largest underground power leaders, the terrifying Mr. Oswald Cobot, limping from his desk with a smile on his face. He came out from behind and lowered his head respectfully.
There was an expression on Cobot's face that the butler had never seen before.
That was a flattering, almost flattering smile.
Linn... her name is Linn. This young man’s face must be remembered in the future!
Impatiently waving his hand, the butler understood and exited the room without waiting for Cobot's hand to fall. Moreover, he would definitely not open the door to this room again for anything like bringing tea.
After exiting the room and closing the door, the housekeeper stood outside the door. After thinking about it, he retreated some distance away.
From this distance, nothing can be heard.
…………
"Mr. Linn, you..."
"You still have that chair."
Lin En also saw at a glance the chair where he sat down on Cobot in the lobby of the police station.
"You know how to match."
After sitting down on the back chair that was used to entertain guests, Linn also sighed, looked around, and said with a sense of nostalgia and emotion: "It doesn't seem to have changed much here."
Dang rang~
Cobot's hand, which was pouring wine for Linn, shook slightly, and the bottle hit the tray.
"Did Mr. Linn... also cooperate with Falco's cabinet before?"
"no."
Lynn Wineglass looked at Cobot with a strange smile, which made him feel frightened and even his smile became tangled.
Sitting back on his chair calmly, Cobot tried his best to put on a natural smile: "Did I say something wrong? Hahaha, I don't know Falco very well..."
"I thought you knew. That's why you live here."
Linn drank the wine in one gulp, looked down and smiled.
Pointing to a certain mark on the ground, Linn said: "Falcone died here."
He pointed to Cobot: "At that time, he was sitting here."
Pointing to the side again: "I'm sitting here."
He picked up the wine bottle from the table and refilled it for himself: "I talked to him a lot at that time..."
"Heh...hehe...you and Falcone are...friends?"
"no."
Linn's smile became strange again, and he looked at Cobot: "You have already guessed it, right?"
He drank the wine again: "I was the one who killed Falcone~
When I spoke to him, he was already dead.
Well! right! At that time, just like you, he suddenly fell on the chair, haha! "
Damn damn damn!
Cobot's pupils were a little dilated.
Why didn't I know this!
Isn’t it said that someone sitting on a balloon did it? Isn’t the balloon where Batman is sitting? Batman doesn't kill people. I thought that was a lie like many legends about Batman...
Oh...it's indeed a lie.
The murderer was sitting in front of me, shaking his red wine glass, looking at me with strange eyes...
"Mr. Linn..."
Cobot mustered up his courage: "You don't need to kill me, I'm still useful. I can definitely help you, I'm very useful!"
"ah……"
Lin En nodded: "Yes... you are indeed very useful..."
(End of chapter)
