A sentence is not only a kind of explanation and self-complaint, but also a warning.
Linn didn't think that a master like Cobot, who could tell other people's personalities from a fart, would not be able to hear the hidden meaning in his words.
As for if something that no one likes to see still happens after the warning, then...
It is nothing more than death.
…
Doing things half-heartedly can be regarded as Linn's style. After all, sometimes not being able to discover a person's value can be considered cruel to anyone. Linn is not such a person.
After a stroll, Linn came to Gordon's office again.
For the staff of the Gotham Police Department, Lynn's existence is already a secret or tacit understanding that cannot be said.
When they saw Lin En coming in through the door, everyone automatically "blocked" his existence in their minds and pretended to be nothing.
There was no obstruction and Linn reached the second floor.
"Dangdangdangdang~"
A big jump of joy and raised hands proved how happy Lynn was.
However, at this time, he suddenly jumped in from outside the door without knocking, which was obviously inappropriate.
Gordon wasn't the only one in Gordon's office.
There are also two women.
"Uh...Hello, my name is Constantine."
Lynn recognized who the two women were, Gordon's wife and his daughter.
"Haha, I think I won't mistake who my husband's friends are."
Gordon's wife Issa stood up and extended her hand in a friendly manner: "Lynn, this should be our first meeting. Hello, I am Gordon's wife Issa.
this is me……"
"Hello, my name is Barbara Gordon. Have we met?"
The blond loli sitting next to her also stood up and stretched out a hand to Linn.
"Ah, hello, hello. Constantine is my middle name."
Linn stretched out both his left and right hands, crossed them, and shook hands with the two of them.
Then, he looked at Gordon, who was standing behind the desk with his hands on his hips, and Gordon's daughter Barbara. He couldn't help but think with emotion that Gordon looked like a professional killer, with a stern expression on his face. He was serious and nervous, but he didn't expect his daughter to be a campus-style girl wearing glasses.
This age is probably in his 20s, and he is only two or three years older than Lynn. How come he is related to Bruce Wayne, who is in his thirties...
"Well, Barbara, I want to ask you..."
As soon as the "interested" expression appeared on Lynn's face, Gordon felt like he was facing an enemy.
It wasn't that he thought Lynn would have any undue thoughts about his daughter. Gordon simply felt that anything Lynn might be interested in would definitely not be a good thing in the first place.
Secondly, if you say more than a few words to Lin En, you might be infected with some kind of mad disease.
Look at the people who come into contact with Lynn, whoever is better.
I have to guard against it.
"Issa, Barbara, you just go home first. I still have some... work-related matters to talk to Lynn. I will go home for dinner today."
Gordon hurriedly interrupted Linn's question. Gordon looked at Linn's round eyes and raised corners of his mouth and kept looking towards him, and he also murmured in his heart...
Lin En...doesn't he know Barbara somewhere...
Thinking in his head, he had already walked around his desk, walked behind Issa, handed her the bag, put one hand on her shoulder, and the other on Barbara's back, and pushed hard towards her. Push out.
Issa looked at her husband and shook her head helplessly.
As a couple for many years, although Gordon is very strict in speaking and rarely talks about work at home, and rarely mentions those superpowers flying around, but as one of Gordon's friends, "Allies and career "One of the partners", how could the name Lynn not appear in his complaints.
However, perhaps in order to prevent her from worrying and thinking about something, Gordon would never mention specific things, but would just talk about what kind of trouble Lynn got into.
As a Gothamite, now that he knew the name Lynn, how could Issa not pay attention to this name.
She also knew something about Lin En's "evaluation" and legend.
If you can't see the mysterious Batman, or if you want to see Linn, at least you shouldn't be so rude and run away.
"Gordon, it's very rude of you to do this. Although we are friends, we can't..."
As soon as Issa left the door, she pretended to be unhappy and said something to Gordon, but before she could finish her words, she was interrupted seriously by Gordon again.
"Issa, I'm not kidding, and you, Barbara, listen carefully, Lynn..."
Gordon hesitated, thinking about the words, trying to find a less derogatory word that was true, could warn them, and could describe Lynn well.
He failed.
He told the truth: "Lynn is a monster and a mental patient. You'd better not inquire about Linn and stay as far away from him as possible, otherwise you will be infected. Do you hear me?"
"I heard!"
Lin En yelled strangely through a door in the house: "You said bad things about me! You're out of tea!"
Gordon covered his forehead in pain, stared and signaled to Barbara and Isa: Look, this is proof.
"Come on, let's go, I'm going home for dinner today."
Gordon was still worried about how to deal with Lynn in the room, and how to welcome another piece of news from Lynn that he didn't know whether it was good or bad, but certainly shocking enough.
He didn't see his daughter Barbara walking down the stairs while looking back, looking thoughtful.
"call……"
After taking a deep breath and mentally preparing himself, Gordon closed his eyes forcefully and then opened them again, turned the door handle, opened the door and walked in.
Then, he saw Lin En who was in his office, holding the stove and pouring tea leaves into the pot.
"you……"
"Tea eggs, do you want to eat them?"
“My Nilgiri Black Tea!!”
…………
Five minutes later, Gordon's face showed decay, numbness, and pain, but it was not reflected in his expression at all, but in every action of peeling the tea eggs. Slowly, slowly, unconsciously, he peeled the cooked eggs. Chew the tea eggs hard, hard.
"sorry……"
Lin En sat on the ground with a lively expression: "I didn't control the heat well!"
"That's not a question of whether the heat is hot or not!!! Alas..."
Sweeping all the broken tea egg shells on the table to the ground, Gordon said without sadness or joy: "Tell me, who commissioned you to come here again, to take my life."
"Hey~! How can you say that? Can't I just come over and see my old friend?
Here you go, an apology. This is good stuff, Monkey King Tea, have you ever tried it? "
Gordon's eyebrows kept twitching: "I have something... to tell you something..."
"Oh, it's nothing."
Linn cracked a tea egg on the table and slowly peeled it off. As he peeled it, he said, "I just want to tell you that the little cripple, that penguin, who broke into your police station last time, is Cobo." Special, he's going to be the talk of Gotham, and I'm helping him.
Have you seen! These are tea eggs that Uncle Lin peeled! "
Not at all interested in Linn holding up the tea egg to show off the long shell casing he had peeled off, Gordon first went over in his mind who the person Linn was talking about, and then contacted Linn after he had a basic memory.
Then he started, and the expression on his face came back to life.
They were all scared.
"Lynn, this is no joke, you should know what you are talking about!"
Lin En still looked indifferent, as if the only thing left in his world was the tea egg: "Of course I know.
This means...in the near future, Cobot's salary will be more than yours..."
"I didn't mean that!"
Gordon stood up as soon as he slammed the table: "Lynn! You are kidding with the lives of the people of Gotham!"
Lynn smiled.
"Hahaha, if you want to choose for yourself, everything will be done reasonably and legally according to the law you respect.
Why are you not happy. "
Gordon was at a loss for words for a moment, and his emotions were interrupted for a moment, but then he frowned again: "That's different, Lynn, you and I both know that that guy is a criminal!
I have known him since a long time ago, Linn, you have never lived the life of an ordinary person. You can't imagine that an ordinary person like him, who is not even up to the standards of ordinary people, wants to be a step-by-step person. From a gangster at the bottom to his current position and becoming one of Gotham's most underground bosses, what will he do? How many people will he betray and how many people will he kill?
Lynn, if you're trying to control him, you're making a huge mistake. "
"ha?"
Lynn's disdainful look was in sharp contrast to the seriousness on Gordon's face.
At this time, the light shone slantly into the room through the gaps in the blinds, with patches and scattered lines, flickering on the faces of Lynn and Gordon.
With a dark desk as a line, Gordon and Lynn were separated on both sides. Gordon stood with his hands on the table, looking down at Lynn. The smooth lenses on the bridge of his nose reflected the sunlight outside the window. Breathing heavily, it flickers on and off.
Lin En was on the right side of the table, reclining on a chair. He supported his chin with one hand and gently "stroked" the flowing light with the other, as if he wanted to catch the random light in his hand.
The wind stopped blowing and the shutters stopped shaking up and down.
Linn suddenly withdrew the hand he was supporting, stretched out his fingers, and let the segmented sunlight stay on his fingers.
"The biggest mistake I ever made was that I shouldn't have gone to RT-Mart to kill fish."
"……ha?"
This time, it was Gordon's turn to be confused and speechless.
"I never lived a normal life? Then how did I grow up.
I'm not just getting by, I'm failing too much...
Let’s not talk about this.
Does life in Gotham have anything to do with the word ordinary? "
The outstretched finger slid down, missing the light and slipping into a less bright place.
Lin En continued: "People in this place will either come to the police station as victims to record statements. Or, they will come to the police station as perpetrators to record statements.
Gotham's police department has been expanded three times since you took office, and Arkham has been expanded six times. Gotham has become a well-known crime capital. What do you want to protect and respect?
law?
Gotham? ! law? ! Then when I want to talk to you about the law, you don't want to talk about it. "
Lin En spoke quickly and in a calm tone, as if he was talking about something completely related to himself.
"Who killed my uncle? Who put the blame on me and got me into Arkham? Why didn't you say anything? You don't know? I don't believe it."
"Lynn..."
Gordon's face showed apology and self-blame. Before he could speak, Lynn interrupted him again: "I didn't let you take the blame. Why are you good people...
Isn’t what you are best at doing wronging yourself?
How can you hang out in Gotham with your state of mind~
Arden~~~”
Who is Arden?
Before Gordon could react, Linn jumped up and held his arms around his shoulders.
“Facts have proven that your tactics are useless.
Who is that, Old Bat? He was not Old Bat from the beginning. He is not from the second generation of rich people.
He wanted to save Gotham as Bruce Wayne, but he failed miserably. The unlucky kid ran away from home and almost entered the temple and became a monk. How about that? Didn’t you join them in the end and choose to use more physical means to fight violence with violence~
oldden…”
"Just call me Gordon. You're talking about this old guy... I always feel like you're saying something impolite."
Fine.
Linn smacked his lips, let go of Gordon's arm... and switched to another arm.
At this time, Lynn and Gordon were in a misplaced embrace, with Lynn's left shoulder touching Gordon's right shoulder.
His voice sounded again: "What will happen to Gotham? There are reasons that are far beyond the understanding of you and me. Don't rush to ask this yet.
I can't give you an answer yet that you can understand.
But at least, you want to change Gotham, you want Gotham to have order and rules, and you want the people here to no longer wander on the edge of darkness...
Then, we might as well try another way of thinking..."
Next, Lin En told Mr. Gordon, the head of the Gotham Police Department, about many of the classic Hong Kong movies he had watched before, about the police and gangsters restraining each other to stabilize the basic social order.
The focus was on "Infernal Affairs" and the remake of "New World".
With Gordon's intelligence, he certainly understood what Lynn meant.
If you "translate" it, it's just the same method of fighting violence with violence.
However, the partner Lin En chose this time was more dangerous. He was not a gangster or undercover agent who broke into the enemy. He was a gang talker.
Moreover, what they have to pay for, and the position they want to trade away, is not just three years and three years, but the position of Gotham Talker.
"Lynn, I just have one question for you."
Gordon seemed to be persuaded by Linn and began to loosen his mind. Perhaps he had already known that whatever Linn wanted to do, he would do it no matter what, and no one else could persuade him.
Putting his hands on the table again, Gordon still looked down at Lynn: "This idea of yours is likely to create the most powerful, lawless, and unbeatable criminal in the history of Gotham. If things don't work out, As you expected, what should we do?”
what to do?
Lin En wanted to say: It's none of my business, it's none of your business.
Considering Gordon's age and possible heart disease, Lynn restrained himself.
He spread his hands, and the sunlight split by the blinds reflected on his bright smiling face: "You got the wrong question, my dear friend, Gordon.
The most powerful and unstoppable criminal in the history of Gotham...
it's me.
Isn’t it~”
Standing up and patting Gordon on the shoulder, Lin slowly and softly said: "The new world has arrived a long time ago~"
(End of chapter)
