The next few days were peaceful. It made people wonder if Gotham had survived the worst.
But only a small number of people knew that a group of madmen was hiding in the city. In the darkness, he laughed sinisterly as he plotted his evil deeds. No one knew who he would target next … but at least for now, they were safe.
Maloney, Wurz, and the other gang leaders walked out of prison in a rather pathetic state. They had money, and in this day and age, money basically meant everything. However, even though they had spent a huge amount of money to bail themselves out, they were now all alone. Although they still had underlings to order around, it was a pity that the fiercest and most capable men had already been locked up in prison. As long as Harvey Dent's charges were not over, they would not be able to get out of prison.
The eight gang leaders looked at each other, then quietly left in a car. Even if their strength was severely damaged, they still had to carry on with their business. Ten minutes later, the only gang leader in the central city, Todd, returned home exhausted.
It was a luxurious apartment. Probably because the massacre caused by the Red Devil had frightened everyone, no matter where Todd went, he was followed by four loyal and armed underlings.
But just as they walked into the house, they smelled the scent of cigars. When Todd turned around, he saw a figure sitting on the luxuriously decorated sofa with his back facing him. He couldn't see the figure's face, only the fingers that stretched out of the sofa with a cigar between them.
"Who are you! Bastard, how dare you break in here! "
The humiliation that Todd had endured in the prison had brought his anger to the surface. His underlings had also pulled out their guns in unison. The next moment, the guy in the black windbreaker stood up. He was holding a sheathed, black, straight blade. When he turned around, the five of them saw a mottled, slightly broken, and distorted ghost face with three charred black claw marks on it.
"Hello, Todd Jefferson … I have been waiting for you for a long time …"
An hour later, Gordon received a call.
"Director, I am very sorry … but Todd is dead. He died in his house."
"What?"
Gordon's face flashed with pain. He could roughly guess what happened, but he still had to do what he had to do. He sighed and put down the phone.
"Robin!"
"Robin?"
The office door was pushed open, and a brown-skinned female police officer asked.
"Director, what's the matter? Officer Robin took a 10-day leave … you personally approved it. "
"Oh. Yes, I forgot. "
Gordon patted his head. Recently, the white hair on his head had been receding at a speed visible to the naked eye, making him appear much older. He said to the policewoman as he picked up his clothes.
"Officer Ramires, I will leave the police station to you. I am going out for a while."
He looked around and lowered his voice. "Keep an eye on that bastard!"
"Yes, Director..."
Determination flashed in Ramírez's eyes. "I'll keep a close eye on him! Don't worry. "
Thanks to Gotham's horrible traffic, when Gordon arrived at the crime scene, it was already 10 minutes later. Just as he stepped into Todd's house, he saw the body that had been stabbed into the wall by 4 knives. It was the shape of the Chinese character '大'.
That was Todd … next to the body, a line of bloody words took up half the space on the wall.
“BloodwillhaveBlood”
"An eye for an eye …"
Gordon muttered to himself. At that moment, the phone in his hand vibrated.
"Beep beep, beep beep beep."
"Hello, Rachel, what's the matter?"
"Gordon, the prosecutor's office's evidence room was burglarized …"
Rachel's voice had a touch of sadness. "Saber took his things."
"I know … I saw it too."
Gordon seemed to have lost his soul. He hung up the phone, but less than 5 minutes later, his phone rang again.
"Director … Albert is dead."
Albert was another gang leader. Less than two hours after Todd was killed, only six of the eight gang leaders who had just been released were left.
Saber didn't appear as the Red Devil again. However, Gordon realized that when he turned into a normal person, his lethality and deterrence were amplified by more than 10 times. He was like a drop of venom in a lake. No one could catch him.
From the looks of it, Saber's plan was clear … at least before all the gang leaders in the city were dead, he wouldn't stop. He was like a hunter who had set up a hunting ground, patiently waiting for his prey to enter the net.
Gordon, on the other hand, was like a forest ranger who was extremely disgusted. He wanted to protect his prey but was powerless to do so. He could only watch as everything happened. He clenched his fists tightly. Looking at Todd's body that was taken down from the wall, he felt powerless.
"Back to prison …"
Gordon muttered to himself.
"What?"
The detective beside him asked curiously. Then, he saw Gordon roaring like an angry lion.
"Call those damned mafia bosses. If they don't want to die, get the hell back to prison … That's the only place where they'll be safe."
The detective had never seen the director so angry. He obediently went to make the call. Then, Gordon's phone rang again. He angrily put it on his ear.
"Damn it. Who died again?"
"Gordon! Come back quickly! Ramires is injured. Joker ran away! "
"Pfff!"
Gordon could feel a bloody stench rising up his throat. Everything in front of him was shaking. The walls, the bloodstains, and the ground were shaking as though there was an earthquake. He could not breathe properly, but just as he was about to grab hold of the wall, everything in his field of vision toppled over.
It was like the whole world had collapsed.
"Bang!"
The busy police officers turned around and saw their director lying on the ground. In an instant, the whole crime scene was a mess.
"Tsk tsk. Poor Gordon …"
Saber looked at the news on the TV on the wall. He saw that Gordon was sent directly to Gotham Hospital. He chuckled and picked up the popcorn beside the bed. He changed the movie and watched it with interest. From the surrounding furnishings, he should be in a luxurious hotel.
Seber's villa was already empty. Since he was going to be a spectator, he had to learn how to hide his identity. This was something that Seber was very familiar with. After finishing the popcorn, he pursed his lips and opened a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet. He shrugged at the man and woman who were tied up in the corner. They were only wearing pajamas, and their faces were covered with white cloth. They had a terrified expression on their faces.
"Don't worry, sir and lady. I'm just borrowing your room. You'll be free tomorrow morning."
As he spoke, he yawned.
"Ah, I'm so tired. Let me have a good sleep."
Poor Gordon could not stay in the hospital for more than two days. On the afternoon of the second day, a phone call came directly to the hospital.
"Excuse me, is my dear Mr. Gordon there?"
Gordon's wife picked up the phone. She did not recognize the voice, but she still spoke politely.
"I'm sorry, he can't answer the phone now. Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Uh … Mrs. Gordon, right? I just want to apologize to my good friend, Director Gordon. I'm his friend, Joker. I want to say that your little daughter is really cute. What's her name? Barbara? "
The somewhat magnetic voice became mischievous, and Gordon's expression changed greatly as he snatched the phone and shouted loudly.
"Joker! What do you want? Stay away from my family! "
"Tsk tsk, listen to this angry voice, listen to this violent tone. You really make me feel sad. My Gordon, didn't we play very well before?"
In the dim room, Joker played with the pistol in his hand. He was laughing. The white paint on his face was dancing, and the scary scar on the corner of his mouth was dancing even more ferociously. Opposite him, there were two police officers tied to chairs. Their mouths were covered with a towel. In front of them was a table filled with all kinds of poker cards.
Joker looked at the arrangement with satisfaction. He snorted frivolously.
"Don't worry, children who cry and throw tantrums are the most annoying. I just want to play a game with you. We both like games, don't we?"
He paused for a moment. He held the phone between his cheek and shoulder, and his two hands played with the pistol in his hand.
"As long as Batman doesn't take off his mask, there will be people dying in Gotham every day. I've missed about two days, so today I plan to make up for what I owe … Oh, right, 126 Orchard Street, Harvey Dent. He's here."
After he finished speaking, he threw the phone aside and raised the muzzle of his gun.
"Why are you so serious ~ Come, smile."
"Joker!"
"Bang bang"
The last thing that came from Gordon's phone was two gunshots and the whimper of a person before he died. It seemed like his mouth was gagged. Gordon's hand was trembling. He gritted his teeth and reached out to pat the worried Mrs. Gordon. "Take Barbara … to Star City, to Lance. I'll get Ramires to make arrangements for you and the children. You continue to stay in Gotham … I'm worried. It's not safe here."
25 minutes later, Gordon walked into the room. It was dark, and the smell of fresh blood rushed into his nostrils. The wires in the room had been completely cut. Gordon wore gloves and turned the two bodies over. Their faces were painted to look like Joker's. They were twisted and ferocious. Their identities could be identified just by the jacket they were wearing.
"It's a government employee and our police officer. They were … trading drugs … It's really a scandal!"
Ramires, whose face was pale, said angrily. The white powder at their feet was scattered all over the floor. She didn't even need to look at it to know what it was.
She tried to distinguish their appearances and realized that it was impossible to tell them apart. The policewoman's abdomen was stabbed by a Joker, but she insisted on working. On one hand, it was because the police force was insufficient. Recently, the gangsters in the prison were unusually cooperative. More and more people were arrested, and the police were almost all sent to maintain law and order.
She reached out and took out the ID cards on their chests with difficulty. Then, she read out the names softly.
"Richard Dent."
"Patrick Harvey"
"Harvey Dent … That lunatic. He hasn't given up on killing Harvey."
Ramires breathed painfully. Then, he saw Gordon's serious expression. He reached out and took out the newspaper that was under the beer bottle. The newspaper was flipped to the obituary section. On it was a picture that made Gordon tremble with fear. There was also a line of words written in a clumsy pen.
"Mr. Anthony Nestor passed away at the age of 46 …"
"It's the mayor. His next target is the mayor … That lunatic!"
Before Gordon could finish, Ramires' expression froze.
"Chief, tomorrow is Commissioner Lauber's memorial service. The mayor and important politicians from the city hall will attend. Do you think he will?"
"But tomorrow, there are 300 police representatives from Gotham City …"
Gordon took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Unless he's crazy, there's no way he could sneak in and attack."
"Don't take any chances, Mr. Chief."
A low voice came from the window. Ramires immediately pulled out his pistol. He saw the man in black armor and a black cloak. His movements were a little stiff as he said, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.
"You and I both know how crazy he is. He always chooses a place to attack when we least expect it. We can't use normal logic to judge a guy like this. If I were you, I would be careful."
He walked to the two corpses. "Before your men arrive, I need 10 minutes."
"If it weren't for you … they wouldn't have died!"
Ramires suddenly said. "His target has always been you!"
"Okay, Chief! Get out! "
Gordon's voice made Ramirez stop arguing. She shook her head and walked out of the room. When only Gordon and Bruce were left in the room, Gordon stopped trying to hold on. He leaned against the wall and looked at the two corpses. He said bitterly, "I'm sorry.
"I wanted to use the law to stop him, but I neglected … In this city, before Harvey came, there was no law, no justice. Damn it, I really don't know who I can trust in the police station … The gangs were driven crazy by Saber. They gave all their resources to that lunatic … Joker's escape wasn't a coincidence."
"I overestimated myself. I underestimated him."
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