Everything has its own value. When something loses its value, it is the time to abandon it.
Gotham Police Department was about to lose its value, and its reputation in Gotham City was at its worst. The poor did not believe that they could protect their lives and property, and the shady deals between the police and Falconi were no secret to the rich, and they did not believe in them either.
No one expected the police that were bought over by Falconi to enforce the law impartially, and they were happy to be free. However, it was almost 10 o 'clock at night, and there were still people working in the police department. This was a rare phenomenon. In a department that was not busy with justice, the law enforcement officers would lack a sense of dedication, and volunteering to work overtime was not a common occurrence.
"Name?"
"Saber Hawk."
"Age?"
"Uh … 22 years old."
"You are from China, right?"
"Uh, does this have anything to do with the certificate I applied for?"
Saber looked suspiciously at Sergeant Gordon, who was sitting opposite him. The latter adjusted his glasses and glanced at him. He took a sip of the coffee on the table and shrugged.
"Indeed, it has nothing to do with it, it's just my personal curiosity."
"Well, I have no reason to answer your curiosity, but if you really want to know, then yes, I am from the Old East, but now, I just want a certificate to prove that I am a citizen of Gotham."
Saber looked at his father and Catherine, who was lying on the table and was about to fall asleep. He spread out his hands, leaned back on the chair, and answered honestly, "I might be staying in this city for a long time, so ask away, Mr. Sergeant. I will tell you everything you want to know."
He said this with a very honest attitude, but Sergeant Gordon did not ask any more questions. He turned his head and looked at his father.
"Your partner is a very interesting guy, I hope he won't cause me any trouble."
After that, Gordon picked up a pen and signed his name on the certificate on the table. He then passed it to Saber and said, "Take this certificate with you.
It's at 17 on this street. For the sake of Father Christian and Robin, remember, your name is Saber Hawk, a skilled worker from Hong Kong. Your identification document is missing, and you need to report it. I have already entered the information into the computer, and as long as you don't say anything, no one will know. If you are not afraid of trouble, you can apply for a passport, but I don't think you will do that. "
Gordon stood up with his coffee and sat on the table in front of Saber, and said in a very serious tone.
"Seiber, I know you're a dangerous person, but you're not a bad person. I only have one request for you. Don't cause any trouble, and take good care of Robin for me while he's recovering.
"Yes, Sergeant! I promise, not even a fly can get close to my brother Robin. "
Saber picked up the certificate and looked at it, folded it, and put it in his pocket. He looked up at Gordon and made an American military salute.
The sergeant in front of him, who was said to be the last person in the police station to stick to his mission, looked like a gentle middle-aged man, about 40 years old. His neatly brushed hair was already gray, and he wore a brown coat with a black sweater and a red tie inside. He looked like an old-school tough guy.
He wore black-rimmed glasses and had a small mustache. From his brown eyes, one could see a touch of determination and persistence. Obviously, he was different from the other policemen who were just idling around. He was a real law enforcement officer, and he was never likable, but one could not help but admire him.
"Regarding Catherine's adoption certificate."
After Gordon and Saber finished talking, his father said, "I also need your help. This child is the same as Saber. She has no identification, and according to her, she was abused in the Gotham Orphanage … She is a pitiful girl."
His father looked at Catherine with a trace of affection unique to the elderly. His father had never married, and as he got closer to his father, Saber knew that his father really treated Robin as his own son. And now, he seemed to be sharing a part of this affection with Catherine. Perhaps this little girl had experienced darkness, so she was very sensible. His father liked her very much.
In response to his father's request, Gordon pondered for a moment, took a sip of the cold coffee, and said,
"Catherine's problem is a little troublesome. I am more inclined to you to adopt this child. Saber's status is not enough for adoption, what I mean is …"
"Beep beep beep"
As the sheriff spoke, his phone on the table rang. Gordon put down his cup and made an apologetic expression to his father. He picked up the phone, and a frightened voice came from the other side of the phone.
"Sheriff! Come over quickly, something happened to Falconi! "
Gordon's expression immediately became serious. He was the one who personally put Falconi in jail. This mafia boss was caught red-handed at the pier. This time, Gordon had the idea of eliminating Falconi's mafia in one fell swoop. In the end, it had only been two days, and something had happened. He questioned sternly.
"What the hell, what happened to him?"
"He … he's crazy!"
Five minutes later, Gordon drove his police car all the way to Gotham Prison. Saber carried the sleeping Catherine in the back seat of his father's pickup truck, and slowly drove towards Old Gun Bar. His father had a cigar in his mouth, and one hand was holding the steering wheel while the wind blew. He saw Saber from the rearview mirror. The latter's eyes were unfocused, and it was obvious that he was thinking about something.
"What are you thinking about? Kid. "
His father asked. Saber woke up with a start. He breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Catherine who was hugging his arm.
"Sheriff Gordon, what kind of person is he? I'm curious, how did you guys meet? Is it because of Robin? "
His father chuckled, and under the streetlights, he flicked the cigarette ash in his hand and told the story of how he met Gordon.
"No, no, no, I've known Gordon for a long time. We can be considered old friends."
"That was more than ten years ago, when Old Gun Bar was thriving. Gordon was still a detective, just like Robin is now. He wasn't married at that time, and didn't know Barbara. He didn't have a daughter, little Barbara. He was a free man, and he often came to my bar to drink after work. He used to be a soldier, so we got along very well. He also chose Robin from the police academy, but that was later. Gordon valued Robin a lot, and the two of them were the same type of people."
His father exhaled a puff of smoke, and said slowly, "They both work in the same profession.
"He's the kind of person who takes pride in his profession. He's a good police officer. He's never accepted bribes, and he won't be tainted by the bad habits of those guys. He's also a good person. After the previous chief retired, Gordon became the chief, and he's been there ever since."
Saber still wanted to speak, but his father interrupted him.
"I know what you want to ask. Don't good cops have their own emotions?"
His father threw the cigarette butt out of the car window. He turned the steering wheel, and the old pickup turned into the street in front of Old Gun Bar. The car slowed down a little.
"Gordon helped you do these illegal things mostly because you helped Robin. Falconi sent those bastards to harass Gordon's family many times. Those dead assailants all have a long list of crimes and murders. Gordon isn't an idealist. He's experienced a lot, so he's more realistic. Those bastards died to atone for their crimes, so he won't arrest you for it."
"But just like what he said, when you do something bad, don't get caught by him. That's the bad thing about this guy. He's too serious about these things."
His father looked back at Saber and tilted his head. "We're here. Let's get out of the car. We should be able to sleep well tonight."
Saber carried the little girl out of the car. His father turned off the engine, and the two of them walked to the chained door. As soon as his father opened the door, Saber covered his mouth with one hand.
"Shh … Don't make a sound. Someone's inside!"
Saber whispered in his father's ear, and then pointed to the roof. Listening carefully, they could hear some panicked footsteps. Obviously, those guys had noticed the sound of his father stopping the car.
Saber handed Catherine, who was in his arms, to his father, and then waved his hand, signaling his father to leave with the little girl. He took out the well-maintained Colt and M9 from his shirt pocket, took a deep breath, and quietly walked into the bar shrouded in darkness.
"They're back. Did you find the thing?"
A guy wearing a mask leaned against the window on the third floor, looking at the darkness outside. With the faint light of the street lamp, he could barely see his father carrying Catherine back to the car. Obviously, he had noticed them. The guy turned his head and whispered to the two men behind him who were rummaging through Saber's room.
"Damn it! You still haven't found such a conspicuous thing? "
"Don't rush me, idiot! I'm looking for it! Isn't it just an old man? Go kill him! "
The short guy said, but did not get a response. He was a little annoyed and kicked away Saber's basket of dirty clothes. In the end, he saw the teddy bear that Saber had casually thrown among the dirty clothes. It was Catherine's baby, but it was a little too dirty, so Saber wanted to wash it.
The short guy's eyes suddenly lit up. He picked up the teddy bear and roughly tore off its head. He reached into the teddy bear's stomach and pulled out a small bag of salt.
"Hey, found it! That damned idiot Joe didn't lie to us. Boss will definitely be satisfied! "
The three of them chuckled and carefully placed the toy in their pockets. Then, they walked to Seber's room and opened the wooden door. There was a dark corridor outside, and at the end of the corridor was an open window. It was right behind the bar, and there was a car parked there. There was also a simple ladder, and they had climbed in from there.
But the moment the last guy entered the dark corridor, a hand reached out from behind his head and silently covered his mouth. Before he could resist, the steel handle of a gun smashed into the back of his head. The guy's eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground. The sound of his body hitting the ground made the two men in front of him immediately react.
"We're being attacked!"
"Kill him!"
They turned around and rushed toward Saber. Their movements were very methodical. The tall guy raised his fist, while the short guy took out his weapon. But before he could aim, Saber rushed over and kicked the gun in his hand to the side. He then gave him a slap. The slap made the short guy dizzy.
At the same time, the tall guy's fist landed on Saber's body. The second punch landed on Saber's back. The pain made Saber take a step back.
He immediately realized that the guy in front of him had some martial arts skills. He didn't look like a gang member who only knew how to use a gun to scare people. He seemed to have undergone some training.
However, just as the tall man was about to rush back, Seiber suddenly lowered his body and dodged his powerful punch. Seiber then raised his leg and kicked the tall man in the middle of his legs. This sneaky move made the tall man cry out in pain. Seiber then punched him in the chin.
"Kacha" The sound of bones breaking made the last short guy, who wanted to fight back, tremble. He turned around and ran. This was obviously a ruthless character. They, who had only received some basic training, were definitely not his opponent.
But just as he climbed up the window and was about to jump down, a hand grabbed his collar and pulled him back. The guy fell to the ground in a sorry state. He struggled to get up, but a cold object was pressed against his head. Then, a teasing voice sounded.
"Hey, friends, who are you?"
The short guy seemed to be frightened. He raised his trembling hands and seemed to want to put them behind his head. But the moment Saber's muzzle slowly moved away from the back of his head, a green gas spurted out from the short guy's sleeve. Saber was caught off guard and inhaled the gas. His brain immediately went blank.
The first thought in his mind was: Damn, I was tricked!
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