Saber drove around the streets of Gotham. Yesterday, he purposely waited at the entrance of the prison and followed Todd home to interrogate the others about their hiding spots. Todd was a coward. After Saber stabbed his palm for the second time, he told him everything he knew. He only wanted to die quickly.
Albert was the second unlucky one. He also told him everything he knew before he died.
Saber was not in a hurry to kill them all. After Professor Saber "came", Saber focused most of his energy on regulating his emotions. He did not realize before that when his emotions fluctuated rapidly, there was an impulse that came from his body that caused these emotions to surge at a crazy speed.
The wild instinct of the saber-toothed tiger was slowly infecting him. But frankly speaking, he did not panic. This was because Saber felt that if he could use this opportunity to gain the complete perception of the beast, it would be worth it. Generally speaking, there were very few mutants who could achieve a second mutation. However, their abilities would slowly improve along with some things. This was a crisis, but it was also an opportunity.
"Pa"
The car window rolled down. Saber, who was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, threw out a bill and said to the hot dog vendor on the street.
"Four hot dogs. The rest is your tip. Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
While waiting for his lunch, Saber turned his head and casually glanced at the TV screen in the clothing store by the street. There was a news broadcast there. A new wanted poster had appeared there.
Behind his sunglasses, Seiber's eyes narrowed. That wanted poster was nothing special, but the picture on it was very familiar. It was Seiber himself.
It seemed that Director Gordon had also started to take action. He used this method to warn Saber and also tried to grasp Saber's whereabouts. His purpose was not difficult to guess. It was to stop Saber from continuing to kill the gang leaders.
The old policeman did not want to be in cahoots with the gangs. It was just that any policeman with a conscience would not allow a serial killer to wander around the city.
"Thank you."
Saber reached for his hot dog bag. He thought for a moment, took off his sunglasses, and looked at the vendor. "Hey, do you know me?"
The peddler glanced at him and shook his head. Saber pointed behind the peddler and said in a low voice.
"I'm a wanted criminal. You've seen me. Hurry up and call the police. You can even get a reward. Isn't that great?"
The peddler shook his head in a panic. He packed up his things and was about to leave when Saber waved the pistol in his other hand. He put on his sunglasses again, threw out a handful of bills, and lowered his voice.
"Call the police! Just say you saw me at Pier 14! "
Thirty minutes later, Gordon received a call. Seven police officers who acted without permission were stripped naked and hung on the dock. The perpetrator did not want to kill them, but he called the reporters who wanted to see the world in chaos and left a note saying, "This will not be the first time."
"Damn it! Didn't I inform you? "
Gordon grabbed the phone and scolded the station chief.
"Don't be in a hurry to act when you find that person. Report to me first! Look at what you've done. Now the whole city knows that our officers were stripped naked and hung up. You've brought shame to the Gotham Police Force! "
"This time, we were not prepared enough. Chief, next time, I will request for reinforcements from the heavy-duty police force!"
The branch director was still gnashing his teeth, trying to get back at Gordon. However, Gordon was so angry that he almost fainted again. He cursed fiercely.
"Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough? Suspend all operations against Saber Hawk! Wait for the headquarters' notification! If I find out that you're acting without permission again, you'll be removed from your position! "
Gordon tossed the phone aside and leaned back in his chair. News about Gotham had spread. The information they found last night was once again sold to the reporters by a mole in the police force. Now, half of Gotham knew that a madman was planning to assassinate Mayor Nestor during the chief's memorial service.
This undoubtedly put a lot of pressure on Gordon. He was in a terrible situation. Whether it was facing Saber or Joker, he felt extremely defeated. And this feeling of defeat reached its peak when he connected it to the infiltrated police force.
As Gordon was changing into the clothes he was going to wear to the memorial service, he suddenly realized a problem.
When you're surrounded by spies and you don't know who to trust, the first thing you need to do is not to lead these idiots to victory. Instead, you need to get as far away from them as possible.
"Chief Gordon, it's time for us to go to Uncle Lauber's memorial service!"
Ramires knocked on Gordon's office door, startling him out of his thoughts.
The chief was definitely not an idiot. After realizing this, Gordon's frustrated mood immediately calmed down. When he couldn't find a solution, everything seemed so difficult. But when he found a solution, even if it was just a thought, everything seemed to have a solution.
Gordon stood in front of the full-length mirror, tied his tie properly, and took off his black-rimmed glasses. He rubbed his eyes and put them back on. He still couldn't come up with a feasible plan in his mind, but he knew what the most important task was …
Keep it a secret! No matter what he did, he had to keep it a secret!
It was best if he was the only one who knew.
Clang!
Gordon opened the office door and saw his colleagues standing up from their seats. Their left arms were tied with black bands. A heavy feeling of grief rose in the office. No matter what Uncle Lauber's reputation was, he was still an old police officer. Yet, he died in a game that was like a joke.
Who could accept it?
Most importantly, if they couldn't catch the bastard, would they be the next?
If it was the old Gordon, he might have encouraged everyone to work together against a common enemy. But now, Gordon just looked at them casually and nodded.
"Then let's go."
His cold attitude confused those familiar with Gordon. But, with the frequent bad things that happened in the past few days, it was understandable that Gordon was in a bad mood.
"Gordon … Wait a moment."
The other chief officer called out to Gordon in a low voice when the others walked out. The two of them looked at each other and walked to the empty police station's water dispenser.
"Liu's detention period is almost up. If the case doesn't progress further, we can only charge Liu alone."
Sergeant Smith's face was full of worry. "And after knowing about the Joker's actions, Liu started to refuse to cooperate."
Gordon was silent for a moment before he spoke to Smith.
"Can't we continue with the case?"
Smith scratched his head, unusually tired and irritated.
"Now the whole city knows that Lauber is dead. The judge who heard the case was also attacked by a bomb. We've lost four police officers to the Joker alone. They're all scared. No one will get involved in this case anymore. Gordon, this case is over!"
"Where's Harvey?"
Gordon asked, and Smith gave him a sarcastic smile.
"Harvey Dent didn't go to work today. If he's smart enough, with the help of Batman, he avoided a fatal threat. He's now on his way to another city or even another country."
Bang!
The police station's door was pushed open and Harvey strode in. He looked at Gordon and Smith.
"Where's Liu? Judge Selina is back. She's willing to continue with the case! "
Gordon looked at him and then at Smith. The latter coughed awkwardly.
"Follow me."
The three of them saw Liu in the basement of the police station. He was enjoying the most "high-class" treatment. There were four temporary cages with four locks, which belonged to four different sheriffs. No one could save him here.
"Mr. Liu, you have to continue participating in this case. You have to testify in court!"
Harvey stood outside the cage and said loudly to Liu, "Don't forget the agreement between us."
"I'm not going!"
Liu had been locked up for a week. He felt that his clothes were about to rot. He refused immediately.
"You can't protect me at all. You can't even protect yourselves!"
"Then consider how long you have to stay in prison …"
Harvey sneered with his hands on his waist. "I believe that the remaining six gang leaders in this city have 10,000 reasons to send you to hell, as long as you dare to go to prison."
Screech!
The friction between the tires and the ground caused the car to stop by the side of the road. Saber did not get out of the car. He rolled down the window and opened the snacks he bought at the snack bar. As he ate, he looked at the memorial service that was being held in front of him.
Three hundred police representatives from the various police stations in Gotham were dressed in their most formal attire. They wore white gloves and used a Scottish accordion to play heavy mourning music. They formed a square formation and moved forward in silence. In the street where Robert lived, an unimaginably heavy atmosphere was present.
Saber's gaze did not stop on the eye-catching police. He also did not stop at the surrounding citizens who were wiping their tears. Under the sunglasses, his eyes moved quickly and a series of information appeared in his mind.
On the top left of the building, four heavily-armed police officers were scanning the area with automatic weapons. 150 meters to the right, on the seventh floor, two snipers were closely observing the house opposite. 70 meters behind them, the heavily-armed police officers had set up a cordon. Around the mayor and the dignitaries, a group of plainclothes police officers were protecting them. There were also mounted police officers in the alleys on both sides of the road.
This arrangement was foolproof. As long as the Joker arrived, he would not be able to escape.
But for a professional like Saber, there were too many loopholes. He took a bite of his hot dog and looked back and forth at the crowded windows on his left. Soon, he saw a spot where the curtains were half drawn. If he set up a gun there, he would be able to take aim at the mayor who was about to give a speech.
It was an excellent sniping spot.
But Saber did not move. He leaned back in his chair and stuffed the last bite of his hot dog into his mouth. He narrowed his eyes and waited for a good show.
"What does this have to do with me …"
He turned on the car radio and hummed along with the gentle music. Four of the six remaining mafia bosses had fled back to prison in fear. Only the two leaders, Maloney and Wurz, were still hiding in their many hideouts. Saber did not have enough information to find them.
But he knew who could find them, so he was not in a hurry.
A few minutes later, Saber saw a familiar figure walking with her head down. He frowned and thought for a few seconds. Finally, he gently turned the door handle. When the figure walked past the car, he reached out his hand, covered her mouth and nose, and dragged her into the car.
The whole process was completed in less than three seconds. A sniper with a pair of binoculars seemed to have noticed the commotion, but when he looked over, he saw nothing.
After the funeral, Mayor Nestor, who was also dressed in a black ceremonial robe, walked up the stage with Gordon. His face was filled with grief as he looked at the police and citizens below. Taking a deep breath, he said loudly, "I'm sorry, Mayor Nestor, but I'm sorry, Mayor Nestor.
"Inspector Lauber was a responsible police officer when he was alive. I've known him for more than ten years. He was a trustworthy friend and an enviable father. Regarding this heavy news, just like everyone else, I feel the deepest sorrow."
The mayor's emotional voice echoed throughout the venue with the help of the microphone. Inside Seiber's car, he was helping the lady buckle her seatbelt with a calm expression. He was toying with the dagger in his hand as he spoke.
"You shouldn't have come here."
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