The Gotham City Police Force had always followed a certain rule.
Arriving at the battlefield after the gunfight … Yes, this city was very dangerous. While they were using semi-automatic weapons, the criminals had already started to use fully automatic weapons to attack each other. The result of the lack of firepower was that they had no way to stop these maniacs from killing each other.
At most, after the gunfight ended, they would send those who were not dead to the hospital and those who were dead to the autopsy room for examination. It was a relaxing and safe journey.
However, the outcome of the gunfight at the Gotham Pier was out of everyone's expectations. There were no casualties, everyone was tied together and thrown at a corner of the pier. When Sergeant Gordon led the police to the scene, there were still some unlucky fellows who had not regained consciousness.
Half of the pier's stevedores were gathered at the side to watch the show. They were all knocked to the ground, some were even knocked unconscious. Furthermore, their opponents did not use guns, and the guns they used were thrown to the side, but they were all dismantled.
The worst thing was that the gang leader Falconi, who had arrived at the pier to inspect the last batch of goods, was chained to a searchlight. Under the searchlight's illumination, his shadow formed a blurry image of a bat in the air.
This was probably the first time the shadow of a bat appeared in the sky above Gotham. Until now, no one knew what it meant.
Sergeant Gordon looked at Falconi who had just regained consciousness and was still shouting and struggling from the searchlight with a mocking gaze. This gang leader who used to be arrogant and overbearing now looked like an old maniac. He did not look at him anymore, but turned around and walked into the container that had not been closed.
The container had already filled half the space inside. Gordon casually picked up a crudely made teddy bear from the opened container. He squeezed it lightly and found something fishy. There was a bag of drugs hidden inside.
"The evidence is conclusive …"
Gordon muttered to himself. Now, as long as there was a prosecutor who dared to sue Falconi, that guy would have to spend some time in jail. This was a good thing, especially for Gordon who was a good cop who did not want to wallow in the mire with Falconi. This meant that Gotham would welcome a period of peace.
They would not have to worry about the frequent disappearances and gang fights anymore.
Just as Gordon continued to inspect the scene, a police officer ran over breathlessly and whispered into Gordon's ear.
"Mr. Gordon, we found Sergeant Flas not far away. His pistol was taken away, and … Trainee Officer John Blake was attacked by thugs two hours ago. He is now seriously injured and is being treated in Wayne Hospital."
"What! Robin, he … "
When Gordon heard the first piece of news, he didn't react at all. He didn't care that his partner had appeared at the crime scene. This guy deserved to die. However, when he heard the second piece of news, his expression changed drastically. He threw the teddy bear in his hand into the box and patted the shoulder of the policeman behind him.
"Seal off the scene. I have already informed the prosecutor. Think about your future, Peter. Don't reach out where you shouldn't. Flas is finished. Don't you want to be a sergeant?"
After he finished speaking, Gordon walked out of the harbor. He valued his trainee assistant, Robin. This young and talented trainee was very important to him. He had to go see him.
After Gordon left, the young policeman glanced at the doll that Gordon had tossed onto the box. He recalled Falconi's order and recalled Gordon's words. Finally, he clenched his teeth, turned around, and walked out of the container. He yelled loudly, "Sir, I'm going to take you back.
"Seal off the scene! Wait for the prosecutor to come! "
When Gordon arrived at Wayne Hospital, it was already 20 minutes later. When he walked into the corridor of the emergency room, he saw Old Christian, who was sitting restlessly on the chair. He hurriedly walked up to him.
"Dad, Robin, he …"
His father glanced at Gordon and shook his head. His face was full of pain. He gritted his teeth and scolded, "My son, my son.
"My son, he's seriously injured. Jamie, that damn bastard … I'm going to kill him! I swear! "
"Don't worry, Dad. It will all pass."
Gordon glanced at the busy emergency room. He sat next to his father. The latter took a deep breath and lowered his voice. He said to Gordon.
"It was my partner who saved Robin, but he accidentally killed those four guys. Gordon, I know you are a good police officer, but this time, don't arrest him. Even if it was for Robin, without him, Robin would be dead."
Gordon's expression changed several times. In the end, he nodded. His father also breathed a sigh of relief. Then he heard Gordon say,
"Falcone is in trouble. He was caught by a mysterious person when he was dealing with the Poison X, and he was caught red-handed. As long as he is prosecuted, he will have to stay in prison for a few years. Jamie will soon be out of the question. Don't worry, Dad. I won't let them get away with it. "
"Good! Good! "
His father said good twice in a row. Then he saw the emergency room door being pushed open. The tired doctor took off his mask and said to his father and Sheriff Gordon, who were waiting anxiously.
"The child is very lucky. He was sent here in time. His life is saved, but he will need at least a year of recuperation."
"Thank you, doctor."
His father and Gordon hurriedly thanked him. Then they saw Robin being wheeled out. He had already regained his consciousness. His father held his hand tightly.
"Child, don't worry. It's all in the past."
Robin smiled at his father and Gordon with difficulty. The young man was in great pain, but he still struggled to say to his father, "Thank him for me, Dad. I owe him one."
"Mm, Saber is a good child. I know. You are all good children. Go and rest, Robin. Don't talk anymore."
Gordon still had things to take care of. After seeing that Robin was safe, he returned to the police station. The next morning, his father dragged his tired body back to the bar. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Saber lying on the floor in front of the bar. There were bloodstains beside him.
This frightened his father. He quickly walked forward and helped Saber up. Hearing his steady breathing, his father let out a sigh of relief. He helped Saber to a chair and looked at his clothes. They were covered with traces of blood. On his right shoulder, his jacket and shirt had been cut open by some kind of sharp object. But when his father looked carefully, there was no wound on Saber's shoulder.
This made his father a little confused. If there was no wound, then where did the bloodstains on his shirt come from?
Just as he was checking on Saber's injuries, the guy who had been sleeping on the floor for the whole night woke up. He opened his eyes and saw his father with a serious expression. He subconsciously called out.
"Ah! What are you doing? Crazy old man, stay away from me. Uh … is Robin okay? "
Seeing that he was awake and could still talk, his father knew that this guy was fine. But when he remembered that he saved his good son last night, his expression relaxed. He casually threw a key to Saber and then walked up to the second floor while yawning.
"Robin is fine, thank the heavens … he asked me to express his gratitude to you. Oh right, go change your clothes first. Robin's clothes are in the first room on the third floor. Go find yourself a set. I will rest for a while. Help look after the bar and call me if you need anything, understand?"
"Uh … I'm so hungry."
Saber weakly waved his hand and then closed the door of the bar. When he saw his father's figure disappear from the second floor, he quickly ran up to the third floor. He opened the door to Robin's room. He did not choose any clothes. Instead, he took off his shirt with a serious expression and looked left and right in front of the full-length mirror.
In the end, he confirmed one thing. His muscles were great, his body was in good shape, and most importantly … he was not injured!
But … when he fought with that damn Batman last night, a dart pierced his shoulder. When Saber's finger touched the skin of his shoulder, there should have been an open wound there. He could even feel a faint pain inside, but the wound was gone.
"What is this? Superpower? "
Saber stood in front of the mirror with his upper body naked. He clenched his left hand into a fist as if he wanted to feel the unique power in his body. But after holding this position for three seconds, he did not feel anything other than hunger.
"Damn it!"
Saber anxiously paced back and forth. He did not like things that were beyond his control. He casually took out a pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt from Robin's wardrobe. While he was changing, his mind quickly went over what happened last night. In the end, when he looked at his new self in the mirror, Saber made up his mind.
He took out the dark silver bat dart and rubbed it in his hand. Then, he gestured on his right arm for a few seconds. Closing his eyes, he clenched his teeth and fiercely slashed down.
"F * ck! It hurts! "
Fifteen minutes later, Saber, with his arm bandaged, sat at the bar table with a plate of cut sausages and toast in his hand. The experiment failed. He did not have any superpower. When he was cut, he would still bleed and feel pain.
This made him very unhappy. But when he felt that his stomach was even hungrier, he gave up the idea and prepared to have a good sleep after filling his stomach.
Three big sausages and 25 slices of bread. This was enough to feed three adults. But Saber still felt unsatisfied after eating all this. He shaved his teeth while his mind was filled with wild thoughts.
It seemed that his appetite had increased after he came here. Saber looked at the plate that looked like it had been licked by a dog. He did not have such an appetite in the past.
"Ding Ling"
The doorbell of the bar suddenly rang, interrupting Saber's thoughts. He looked back at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 10: 45. Who could it be at this time? Was it one of those troublemaking punks?
Saber stood up and walked to the door of the bar. He opened the door and saw a guy in a flashy silver suit and tie. His hair was combed very neatly and he was wearing a pair of big sunglasses. He was hugging a beautiful girl who was wearing very revealing clothes. Surrounded by them, he looked curiously at Saber who opened the door, just like a playboy.
A lot of people had gathered on the street not far from the bar. They were watching the limited-edition silver-gray Lamborghini parked on the side of the road. This thing should not be here.
Saber withdrew his gaze from the car and looked at the guy in front of him. He inadvertently glanced at the two women who were flirting next to him and asked impatiently.
"Hey, man, who are you? … Wait, which Wayne are you? I've seen you in the newspaper! "
The guy opposite raised his eyebrows and said in a gentle voice.
"Yes, I'm Bruce Wayne. Is Mr. Christian here? I'm here to see the bar that will soon belong to me, Old Gun. Tsk tsk, that's a good name. "
"Oh …"
Saber dragged his voice and looked at Bruce Wayne several times. Then he smacked his lips.
"Tsk tsk, billionaire, son of Gotham. Come in, Your Highness. I'll call that old man down. He's been waiting for you for a long time."
After that, Saber turned and walked into the bar while yawning. At a place where he didn't see, Bruce Wayne narrowed his eyes behind the sunglasses. This guy … the crazy guy who fought at the pier last night.
He's actually in this bar too …
The young playboy walked into the dimly lit but tastefully decorated bar with a lady in each arm. He looked around and smiled with interest. There was still the smell of blood in the air. Hmm, looks like things are going to be interesting.
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