"Beep, beep, beep, beep."
Harvey Dent looked at the phone in his hand. It was a busy tone. This was the seventh call he had made in the past two minutes, and all of them were to Rachel. When Lauber's memorial service started, Harvey knew that Rachel had disappeared. However, under such a solemn occasion, he had no way to look for Rachel.
Now, the tragedy had happened. A conservative estimate was that more than six police officers had lost their lives in this murder case. One of them was the leader of the Gotham police force, Chief Jim Gordon. After Gotham lost one police leader, it quickly lost another.
What was worse was that this memorial service was broadcasted live to the entire city. The scene of Gordon's murder fell into the eyes of everyone in the city.
The clever ones soon realized that a scary shadow that they had never seen before was hanging over Gotham's night sky.
"Phew …"
Harvey Dent put down his phone. He gave his tie a bow tie and turned around. The surroundings looked like an abandoned underground station. Only the dim light above his head was the only source of light. In the darkness, a man in a police uniform with a wounded left leg was tied up. This was the man from Joker's gang who was shot in the leg and could not escape. He had a burlap bag over his head and was nervously twisting his body, trying to get out of the chair.
However, he could not do it.
"Swoosh."
The burlap bag over his head was pulled open. A silver revolver was pointed at his head. Harvey's handsome face was filled with anger. He pushed the revolver forward and lifted the man's face. It was obvious that he was also terrified. His face was covered in cold sweat.
However, the strange thing was that he did not choose to beg for mercy like other people in this situation. Even when Harvey forcefully dragged him away, he did not beg for mercy.
"Phew … You like to play games like your crazy boss, right?"
Harvey said gently. However, from his suppressed breathing, it was obvious that he was not as calm as he appeared to be.
"Look!"
He took out the revolver's magazine and placed it in front of the guy's eyes. It was filled with six brass bullets, and they were all aimed at the guy's head. Bang!
The sound of the gunshot reverberated far and wide in this empty space, causing pain in the ears. At the same time, it also startled the bastard who was tied to the chair. The hot breath of the bullet almost brushed past his ear, causing his body to start trembling.
Harvey pointed the gun at the man's head again. The man looked at him with fear in his eyes.
"No, Boss said that you wouldn't …"
"I won't! You think I won't, huh? Do you think I won't? "
Harvey's roar was accompanied by the trembling of the gun muzzle, and it reverberated in the spacious underground hall. He finally could no longer suppress his emotions. His voice grew louder and louder, like a madman whose mind had been overwhelmed by anger. Finally, the guy who was trapped in the chair was scared. He even let out a mournful cry.
However, Harvey took a step back at this moment. He breathed a sigh of relief and moved the gun muzzle away.
"Yes, I won't. I won't take away a person's life so casually."
Hearing this, the bastard who was tied to the chair breathed rapidly. He let out a sigh of relief, and his eyes shone with a defiant light that refused to admit defeat.
This guy was a real, downright scoundrel.
Harvey reached into his pocket and took out a silver coin. He placed it in the palm of the man's hand and looked at the guy in front of him.
"So I don't intend to make the decision myself. Front, you can keep your head. Back, you won't be so lucky."
Harvey looked at him. As a sharp prosecutor, he instantly noticed the change in the bastard's eyes. He snorted, "Pray that you'll be lucky."
"So, are you going to tell me about Joker now?"
He asked, just like the last question of a judge during a trial. The man's eyes were already red from nervousness, but it seemed that something more terrifying than death was preventing him from saying anything. He finally looked at Harvey with pleading eyes, but he didn't say a word.
Harvey's breathing quickened. He was trying to calm himself down.
"Ding!"
The silver coin in his hand flew into the sky. The man's eyes flew up and landed in Harvey's hand. He placed it on the back of his other hand and slowly moved it away.
"Phew, phew …"
The person who was tied up suddenly let go of his breath. That was because it was a front … which meant that he had saved his head. He let out a miserable laugh and even cried tears of joy. Anyone in such a situation would feel the pressure of pain.
Harvey snorted.
"Let's do it again."
This sentence instantly destroyed the man's remaining confidence. He didn't think that he would have 50% luck every time. He screamed.
"No! No! God, please, I don't know anything. Don't torture me like this! "
From his red eyes, if not for the fact that he was tied up, he would have knelt down in front of Harvey. However, Harvey pressed the muzzle of the gun against his chin, stopping him from screaming.
"Hey, you're not trying your luck now, buddy …"
He knew what Harvey meant. He just had to say it … but he couldn't. Joker was as scary as the devil in his heart. He couldn't say it, otherwise, what awaited him would be a horrible death. He didn't think that the prosecutor in front of him could deal with Joker.
He couldn't. No one in Gotham could!
Harvey moved the muzzle away. He looked at the man who was crying bitterly, but he still didn't have the intention to speak. He moved his finger and placed the silver coin on his thumb.
"The second round begins … The night is still young. We can play slowly."
He had completely calmed down. Now that the situation was in his hands, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to … enjoy this feeling.
"Ding!"
The silver coin flew into the air. Both of them looked at the coin that was spinning in the air, but just as it was about to land in Harvey's hand, a dark red fist reached out from the darkness and caught the silver coin in its hand.
"Harvey! Oh my god! What are you doing? "
Rachel's voice came from behind them. She rushed out from the darkness. She and Saber had arrived five minutes ago. Saber brought her to hide in the surrounding darkness. In the end, she saw the entire scene. She walked forward angrily and grabbed Harvey's arm.
"You want to rely on luck to decide a person's life? Harvey! How did you become like this?! "
Rachel looked at the prosecutor in front of her with some disbelief. This was a young talent who was pursuing her. As a qualified prosecutor, he would definitely put the law and justice first. Harvey used to do this and won Rachel's favor. But now … his image almost collapsed in an instant.
However, Harvey saw the dark red figure with a ghost face standing beside him. He pulled Rachel behind him and raised the gun, aiming at Saber. He didn't forget that it was this man who almost killed him a few days ago.
Even Batman was no match for him.
"Hey, buddy, you can't threaten me with this thing."
Saber didn't even look at the gun in Harvey's hand. He played with the coin in his hand and threw it to Harvey. He said playfully, "You're very skilled. It seems that you've used it a lot in the past. Harvey Dent … Sure enough, there's another you under the appearance of justice."
"Who … who are you!"
Harvey asked. Rachel stepped forward and put down the gun in his hand, "Don't worry, Harvey, he … he's not an enemy."
"He almost killed me."
Harvey breathed a sigh of relief. He ignored Saber and grabbed Rachel's hand, "Where have you been? I'm worried about you … Gordon, he … he's dead. He died in the hands of Joker. "
"So we came to avenge him. To deal with such a person, you gentle people can't do it. Only a villain can deal with a villain."
"Take Rachel and leave. Since you don't want to stain your hands with blood, I'll do the rest!"
Saber said coldly and then stood in front of the guy tied to the chair. The moment he saw Saber's ghost face, the guy who could still maintain his will to resist Harvey collapsed in an instant. He shouted.
"I don't know anything, no! Stay away from me! God, stay away from me! "
"Ha, you know me. You've seen me, right?"
Looking at the guy's frightened face, Saber sneered. His left hand, which was wearing a tactical glove, pulled out the straight blade on his back and pressed it against the guy's left leg, "Then things will be much easier … You've seen how I dealt with those guys. You know that I have some personal grudges with your boss, so …"
He slapped the guy's face with his palm.
"Tell me everything you know, and I'll let you die quickly."
"I don't know … Ah!!!"
The sharp blade pierced through the wound on his leg. That kind of terrible pain made this guy feel as if he was sitting in an electric chair. His whole body was trembling, and the muscles on his face were trembling. It was an extremely frightening sight.
"Listen up, you piece of shit that deserves to go to hell."
Saber's voice was distorted by the voice changer as he whispered in the guy's ear, "I don't want to hear the word 'I don't know' in the following questions … You may think that death is terrible enough, but in my country, there are many things worse than death …"
He straightened his body and turned to look at Rachel and Harvey who were still standing there.
"Oh, maybe you also want to see what a real 'interrogation' is, right? Very well … Then today, I'll teach you the art of 'execution' … It has a wonderful name, Death by a Thousand Cuts."
Saber said excitedly.
"It is said that in ancient times, for those criminals who committed heinous crimes and were unwilling to repent, they invented a creative punishment. They used a fishing net to cover the body of the criminal, and cut off the flesh in every hole of the net, leaving only the bones … A total of 3600 cuts would be made on the body of the criminal, and that would last for three days of extreme pain. It is said that the perfect Death by a Thousand Cuts would only leave behind a clean skeleton. Unfortunately, even the strongest person could only endure 300 cuts before biting his tongue and committing suicide."
Saber looked at the guy who was extremely frightened. Under the ghost mask, he licked his lips and revealed a creepy smile.
"I hope you can last longer and let me experience that … sense of accomplishment."
"No … No, I beg you! Save me … Save me, no! No!!! I'll talk! I'll talk! "
Saber covered his mouth and put another finger to his mouth.
"Shh! Don't say … I won't believe anything you say in the first three minutes … Save your strength, I hope you can hold on. "
"Click!"
Harvey pointed the gun at Saber's head and whispered, "I can't allow you to do this!"
"Ha, then can you get information about the Joker?"
Saber pulled the straight blade out of the guy's wound without looking back. "Today it is Gordon, tomorrow it may be Rachel, and the day after tomorrow it may be you … Think about Gordon, Paladin of Light … To be honest, you forced me to let the Joker go that day. Do you regret it now?"
No one answered, only the guy who was about to be punished wailed. Saber raised the knife in his hand and asked again.
"Look at him, his eyes have told me that he knows a lot … But you can't make him say it. How many lives can this information save? You have already let the Joker go once, are you going to let him go a second time? "
His voice became more and more bewitching.
"Harvey Dent, are you really going to stop me? … Are you really on the side of justice? Your justice, is it the justice of the villain in front of you, or the justice of Gotham? A child may lose his father because of this, a wife may lose her husband because of this, an old man may lose his son because of this, one, two, three … How many families will be broken because of your actions? "
"Tell me, Harvey … Do you really want to save this city? Is there really a reform in this world that can succeed without bloodshed? "
"You see, I am doing a good deed … Sacrificing a villain in exchange for more peace, do you really want to …"
"Enough!"
Harvey put down the gun, took a step back and closed his eyes. "This is for Gordon."
"Of course … This is for Gordon! It was never for you! This is the last thing I can do for that poor old policeman! "
A cold smile appeared on Sai Bo's face as he swung the blade in his hand down.
"Ah!!"
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