Officer Ramires was the female officer who had been following Gordon around. This unassuming person was actually the biggest mole the Maloney Mafia had planted in the police station. After Maloney's death, she continued to serve the Joker. Perhaps the reason for her betrayal was because her mother was hospitalized and needed a large sum of money, but it was undeniable that in the process of colluding with the mafia, she had benefited a lot.
Otherwise, the collusion wouldn't have lasted for three years. Yes, when Ramires was still a young officer, she had already colluded with the Maloney Mafia.
The biggest mistake Gordon made with his wife wasn't that he didn't care enough, but that he had personally entrusted his wife and children to this untrustworthy woman. According to little Barbara, Ramires didn't send them to Star City at all. After leaving Gotham, she sold them to the mafia.
That was how Joker came up with his crazy plan.
To be honest, Saber really wanted to meet the culprit behind Gordon's tragedy, but Ramires was very alert. After releasing Joker from the police station, she fled Gotham with her family and was nowhere to be found.
But it didn't matter. The mafia had planted many moles in the various departments of Gotham's government. As a former prosecutor, Harvey was very familiar with these people. So, he brought Saber and 'visited' each and every one of them in the middle of the night. After causing seven murders, they finally heard something useful from Mayor Nestor's old subordinate.
"The remaining mafia members will gather at the docks tonight. Apparently, they caught Liu who betrayed them. That guy took the eight hundred million that belonged to the mafia. Now, they want to take back the money that belongs to them."
That was why Harvey and Saber were at the abandoned shipyard at midnight. 500 meters away from the shipyard's completely rusted oil tanker, Saber stopped the car. He held the rattling weapons in one hand and grabbed the old man who was tied up in the backseat with the other. He kicked him to the ground.
He looked at Harvey.
"This is your decision. He caused you to be in this state. If it were up to me, don't hesitate and shoot him to death."
The old man's mouth was taped shut and he couldn't speak. He knelt on the ground with difficulty and kowtowed to Harvey, trying to use this method to exchange for his life.
Harvey, who was wearing a long windbreaker, was shivering in the night wind. He snorted.
"No, no, no. I won't do that. Everyone's life is equal. I don't have the right to take it away from them. Let's use a fairer method to decide his fate."
Ding!
The coin in his hand flew into the air and landed on the back of his gloved hand. Harvey's eyes were cold and calm.
"Heads."
He whispered, "You're really lucky. Scram and continue serving Mister Nestor."
Seber snorted and used his dagger to cut open the ropes that bound the man's hands. When the man heard Seber's words, his whole body trembled with excitement. He crawled up and ran away.
"You're letting him go just like that?"
Saber asked reluctantly. Harvey shook his head nonchalantly.
"That was my choice. I'm very fair. So, it's your turn now."
Ding!
The coin flew into the air again and landed. Saber gave it a glance and whistled.
"Oh, heads. Looks like he's out of luck."
Bam!
The traitor, who had just run 20 meters away, fell to the ground and struggled for a while before he lost all signs of life.
"Ah, this is the charm of choice. The same choice can lead to different outcomes. I feel like my understanding of fairness has deepened."
Harvey followed behind Saber. The two of them were like traveling friends, chatting as they walked towards the oil tanker in the distance.
"Look, after removing the disguise of life, we should live in a more realistic state. I feel like I've seen the world once more. It's a more real world."
He said seriously to Saber. Coupled with his terrifying face, the scene was even more horrifying. The latter was squatting on the ground, taking out weapons from a black pouch, assembling them and strapping grenades all over his body. He then stuffed a fully loaded automatic rifle into Harvey's arms.
"You know how to use this thing, don't you?"
Saber put the ghost mask on his face, touched his chin and said to him, "I think you should smile more. Really, you're so intimidating now. Those criminals will pee their pants when they see you."
"Smile?"
Harvey looked at Saber in confusion. He put the assault rifle aside and picked up the coin.
Ding!
It flew up and landed in his hand. Harvey looked at it and then revealed an even more ferocious smile. "Heads.
Okay, I'll smile more in the future. You see, I'll leave everything to the fairness of Chaos to decide. I just need to act … I don't need to choose anymore. I feel like my life has been released. This feeling is very strange … I've never done this before. I'm a little, well, not used to it. "
He held the heavy assault rifle as if he was holding a child. There was a puzzled expression on the right side of his face.
"Do you understand this feeling?"
"Of course I do."
Saber reached out and patted Harvey on the shoulder. He said earnestly, "You have to learn to get used to it. This is the life you decided by flipping a coin, isn't it? You just need to act and leave the choice to fate. I used to do that. I think it's good, it's great. Being a little more carefree will always make you happier. "
"Do I have to follow you in?"
Harvey scratched his chin thoughtfully. "I've never done such a crazy thing before. But thinking about it, it's quite interesting."
"Hey, buddy."
Saber loaded the clip into the rifle in his hand. He pulled the safety and said to Harvey, "You forgot again. You shouldn't make your own decisions. You just need to act!"
"Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, I forgot again!"
Harvey patted his head and took out the coin. Ding!
"Heads …"
He looked at the coin in his hand and silently put it away. Then, he lit a cigarette at the corner of his mouth. Saber thought he needed to calm down, but the moment the smoke floated up, Harvey stood up, picked up the grenade, pulled it open at lightning speed, and threw it into the cabin. Then, he rushed in with the assault rifle.
"Hey, bastards! Go to hell! The superhero is here! "
Saber was left standing behind with a dumbfounded expression. A moment later, he slapped himself hard and then rushed in. Inside, there was already chaos and blood flowing like a river.
It was also more than ten minutes ago.
Wurz, wearing sunglasses and a trench coat, walked into the cabin of the abandoned oil tanker with a vigilant look. Behind him were more than ten fully armed men. He also had several dogs with him. This was to guard against Batman's surprise attack. After a long period of attack and defense, these guys had a very feasible plan on how to deal with Batman who descended from the sky.
Wurz's iconic swept-back hair was gone. He was now dressed no different from an ordinary Gotham citizen. When there was a madman in armor and a mask outside who wanted to kill him, keeping a low profile was the best way to go.
Wurz understood this very well. His family was from Italy. He was born in the United States, but his English was very bad. When he walked into the cabin, everyone behind him exclaimed because in front of them, in the huge cabin with the deck removed, 800 million US dollars were piled up in front of them like two real mountains.
This was true. Back then, before Gordon investigated the bank, Liu had taken all of his cash out and hidden it here. Now that he had been taken out of the police station by the clown, under the threat of death, Liu finally gave in.
"Hahaha, my friend!"
Wurz spoke in indecipherable English and opened his arms to Joker. Joker, who was standing on the mountain of money, cheered and threw the money in his hand to everyone. For a time, the whole cabin was full of green money flying around.
He slid down the mountain of money that was at least five meters high like he was on a slide. He did not hug Wurz but asked.
"Where is Maloney? Where is that pretentious Italian? "
"He's dead."
Wurz held the cigar in his mouth and took a deep breath. He lowered his head to hide his fear. He had seen Maloney's body with his own eyes. He had been shot through the lung, nailed to the wall with a knife, and then burned with gasoline. Before he died, he had suffered unimaginable pain. It was enough to scare Wurz out of his wits.
If he could go back to the day more than a month ago, he would never have asked Joker to find a way to kill Kevin. The scenes of the past month had left a deep impression of hell in Wurz's mind. Even when he slept, he could not sleep soundly. The loaded gun under his pillow was not for self-protection, but to reduce the pain when the bastard came in.
"Oh, what a pitiful guy. I actually quite like him."
The clown's white painted face revealed a mocking smile. Then, he heard Wurz ask, "What are you doing?"
"What are you going to do with your half?"
Yes, he paid Joker half of the money to kill Batman. In other words, half of the money in front of him belonged to Joker.
Joker shrugged and waved his hand. The Joker's men behind him carried a bucket and poured some pungent liquid on the neatly stacked money.
When Wurz saw this, his eyes suddenly widened. He wanted to stop the clown, but a knife was pressed against his neck. He saw the freak in front of him winking at him and saying, "Hey, you're a clown.
"I'm a simple person. My life and philosophy are simple."
He chuckled and revealed an even more vile expression.
"I like explosives, gunpowder, and gasoline. Do you know what they have in common?"
Joker approached Wurz and whispered in his ear.
"They're all cheap."
He reached out and took the cigar from Wurz's mouth, then threw it behind him. "Boom!" When the gasoline came into contact with the flame, it burst into flames. Liu, whose hands were tied, was still at the top of the mountain. He let out a cry of fear, but it was of no use. The flame grew bigger and bigger. Wurz looked at the real money being burned to ashes, and his heart was bleeding. He said gloomily,
"It's not all your money here!"
Joker squinted at him.
"That's why I only burned my half. Look at you!"
He looked at Wurz with disgust and slapped his face with the knife in his hand as if he was looking at something disgusting. He covered his nose exaggeratedly.
"You only think about money, but I think the criminals of Gotham should have a higher level of pursuit. You won't, you'll never be able to do it. But it's okay, I'll teach you!"
At this moment, two smoking gadgets smashed into the cabin. Clown's eyes widened. He pushed Wurz out and jumped into the seawater that leaked out from the abandoned cabin. The next moment, Wurz was stunned. Clown's eyes widened. He pushed Wurz out and jumped into the seawater that leaked out from the abandoned cabin.
"Boom!"
Violent flames and explosions swept through everything. Amidst the flying banknotes and flames, a hoarse voice that sounded like a devil's rang out in the cabin.
"Hey, you bastards! Prepare to die! The superhero is here! "
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