Gotham's municipal project had been going on for a long time. The maintenance of the large number of underground sewers had been going on for four years already, and it was almost completed. Regarding this, all the Gotham citizens said that it was a good thing. Not only would it lower the unemployment rate, it would also make this city that was always haunted by darkness a better place to live.
However, it was not always a good thing to have the city's underground sewers repaired too well. Especially for a city with a huge gap between the rich and the poor, repairing the underground sewers would attract many uninvited guests. This was referring to those poor people who were disgusted with the chaos in Gotham's slums but could not afford to move. Many of them dragged their families and moved to the underground sewers.
Do you think this is impossible? No, no, no. Living in the underground sewers was Gotham's specialty.
"Phew …"
An old black sedan stopped at the entrance of the largest underground sewers in the city center. Gordon, who was wearing a windbreaker, stepped out of the car. He habitually scanned his surroundings. His professional gaze bounced around the crowd and finally landed on the people who were hanging around the underground sewers doing nothing. With his 30 years of work experience, he could tell that these people were secretly selling drug X.
The Devil Gang had zero tolerance for this stuff, causing the drug addicts living in the area under their control to suffer. Especially during the quiet midnight, many people who could not resist the drug addiction would sneak into the middle of the city to satisfy their cravings. However, this often meant that when they were on the verge of death, the chances of being robbed or injured would increase by 30%.
To be honest, even Gordon himself thought that compared to the peaceful environment of the docks, the rest of Gotham was no different from hell. However, it was a pity that there was only one docks.
The people selling the drug were very perceptive. When they saw Chief Gordon standing beside the car and coldly looking at them, a few of the young men's faces changed. They hurriedly kept the change in their hands, put on their hats and ran into the crowd like prey being chased by hounds.
They could not help but panic because the person standing in front of them was the current Iron Fist Chief of Gotham.
Gordon looked at the backs of these people who were running away in a hurry. He touched the handgun on his waist and looked at his bandaged fist. He took a deep breath and resisted the urge to chase after them.
"Not now … there are more important things."
That was what Gordon told himself. Then, he looked left and right before ducking into the entrance of the sewer. Behind him, the eyes hiding in the darkness carefully crawled out from their hiding places after Gordon had left. They continued to peddle the trinkets in their pockets.
The current Gotham delinquents were not like their predecessors who dared to provoke Gordon directly. They even enjoyed making fun of the police. This was the fifth year since Chief Iron Fist took over the Gotham Police Department. In these five years, although the security in Gotham was still not satisfactory, Gordon relied on his charisma and cleansing within the police department to build the Gotham Police Department into a new force.
Yes, if the Gotham Police Department was considered a force, then it was without a doubt a huge monster in this city.
Although the gangs in Gotham City were very fierce, the so-called bosses were very clear that in the current Gotham, The Devil Gang was undoubtedly the strongest. However, the second strongest was Gordon and his wolf cubs! The penguins who were almost beaten to death by The Devil Gang were still holed up in the West District licking their wounds. No one dared to provoke Gordon at this time.
In fact, if not for Gordon's consideration of the city's stability and the complicated political reasons behind it, he would have transferred his young detectives from various cities who were eager to make a name for themselves. They would have been able to eat up every last piece of meat from these damned gangs!
Obviously, Gordon who had undergone a drastic change in his life had learned a lot from The Devil Gang and Saber …
"Tap tap tap"
Walking through the dark sewers was not a pleasant thing to do. Even though the city hall had installed dim wall lamps at the top of the sewers during this round of municipal construction, this place that did not receive any sunlight still emitted a cold and damp air that was completely different from the outside world. It was hard to believe that someone would call this place their home.
However, along the way, Gordon did see many homeless people sleeping in the sewers. There were both men and women. This made the police chief feel a little uncomfortable. Gordon was a person with a conscience, he felt that this was all because the police did not perform their duties properly. However, very quickly, Gordon's attention was attracted by a noise coming from the tunnel ahead.
It seemed to be the sound of some kind of construction machinery.
"You can't go any further!"
Just as Gordon was about to turn the fifth corner, two tall fellows reached out their hands to stop him. They looked like well-trained fellows in sportswear. Their spirits were completely different from the refugees living in the sewers. They said to Gordon in a serious tone, "Let's go, Mr. Gordon.
"There's construction going on inside, it's dangerous. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed in!"
"Ahem."
Gordon coughed softly, looked around, then took out a black business card from his pocket and handed it to the two men. "I'm looking for someone."
One of the men reached out and took the business card from Gordon. After glancing at it, he raised his head, glanced at Gordon, and whispered:
"Wait here."
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving his companion to look after Gordon. The guy put his hands on his abdomen, looking like an indifferent robot. Gordon could feel an undisguised danger from the guy in front of him, which made him even more curious about everything buried in the deepest part of the city's sewers.
A moment later, the man who had left before returned to the entrance. He nodded to his companion, who took out a black ribbon from his pocket, raised his hand, and said to Gordon:
"Take it with you and follow me!"
Gordon took the ribbon and hesitated for a moment. After the surging emotions in his heart calmed down, he became a little hesitant. But when he thought of the things he had lost, the director, who had gone to a certain extreme, finally reached out and put on the ribbon, wrapping his eyes tightly. Then, under the guidance of the two men, he walked into the depths of the sewers that looked like a construction site.
His ears could hear the sounds around him, various mechanical operations, and the voices mixed in the noise. The language was very unique. It sounded like Japanese, with some English with a strange accent. As he walked forward, Gordon could also feel the gas and sparks jumping in the air, as well as some beast-like roars.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Gordon, who was wearing the ribbon, couldn't help but ask. The next moment, the ribbon in front of his eyes was pulled off. It was a small room. It was obvious that it was deliberately dug out from the wall of the sewers. In this room, a tall figure was busy at a table with his back to him.
"Director Gordon, perhaps you're doubting or guessing who I am, whether I'm the one who gave you that letter, whether I can do what I promised you …"
He straightened his body. Under the dim light, Gordon saw that the guy was bare-chested. Two black ribbons extended from the back of his head to his back. It looked like he was wearing a special battle armor. His back was extremely wide, and his muscles were bulging. He was so strong that he didn't look like a normal person.
Sitting in the darkness under the light, he looked like he was integrated with the darkness. Most importantly, his voice was hoarse and low, as if it was squeezed out from his chest.
"Yes, don't doubt me. I gave you the letter, and I have enough ability to do what I promised you …"
He stood up from the chair. The guy was 2.3 meters tall. Under the light, his big bald head was very conspicuous. He was wearing black military trousers and black riding boots. This guy exuded a dangerous aura from head to toe.
He turned around and looked at Gordon, who was standing behind him and had subconsciously pulled out a pistol. He tilted his head. Under his face, a black respirator covered his nostrils and mouth. With every breath, the respirator made a buzzing sound like a ghost crying in the darkness.
Most importantly, his eyes were like a wolf's … the eyes of a real beast. When Gordon saw those eyes, the hair on his neck stood up. He pointed the gun at the guy. Obviously, he felt an indescribable threat.
"Oh? A gun … Forgive me for being blunt, sir, but this thing can't protect you. "
He looked at the gun in Gordon's hand with disdain and said, "There are many things in this world that are more dangerous than a gun. I'm one of them. Let me introduce myself. I'm … Ben, from the League of Shadow Warriors."
"Shadow Warriors!"
Gordon's eyes narrowed. He knew what this name meant. He had personally seen the power behind this name. A few years ago, Gordon would even lose sleep when he remembered the night that almost destroyed Gotham City. He once thought that the Shadow Warriors had been eliminated in Gotham. But now, another Shadow Warrior appeared in front of him.
This momentary absent-mindedness was quickly noticed by Ben. He turned his eyes, clenched his fist, and moved it a little. He said in a voice that could scare a child.
"Are you wondering why we reappeared?"
Gordon was stunned for a moment, then nodded. This question made Ben laugh. This dangerous guy spread out his hands and said in a matter-of-fact tone,
"In fact, we have never left. Gordon, the warrior among the ordinary people, the righteous person in Gotham City, you have never stepped into our world. Naturally, you don't know the power we have. The Shadow Warriors hide in the darkness. The darkness is endless, and the shadows are immortal! Now, we are just back here to continue what we should have done a long time ago … Don't worry, I won't destroy this city, just like what I said in the letter. "
He stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Gordon's eyes. He said in a more serious tone,
"I'm only here for revenge. That bat, that devil, that's all!"
Gordon took a step back and pushed up his glasses.
"Sorry, after knowing your identity, I won't cooperate with you. You are much more dangerous than them."
After saying that, he turned to leave. But the moment he walked out of the room, Ben's voice entered his ears.
"Since you are already here, are you sure you don't want to come with me to see the" gift "I have prepared for you?"
Ten minutes later, in a mysterious place in Gotham City, Gordon stood beside Ben and looked at a large cage that seemed to be made of special glass. Every inch of the glass was covered with dark runes that Gordon had never seen before. Power that could be seen with the naked eye surged in the crystal of the runes, forming a strong magic cage.
Not only could it restrain magical creatures, in fact, the forbidden runes that were secretly passed down through the generations of the Shadow Warriors could also restrain other things, the more dangerous ones.
A solitary figure sat within the runic cage with his back facing Gaden. He sat beside a table with a deck of poker cards placed on top of it. He stroked his chin with his fingers as though he was pondering over the situation before him. It was as though he was playing cards with himself.
The moment he saw the figure, Gordon clenched his fist and slammed it on the crystal glass in front of him.
"You! You really didn't die! "
"Oh? This voice, it sounds familiar. "
He turned around, revealing a pale face with black circles under his eyes, bright red lips, and two hideous knife scars on his cheeks. His hair was messy, his cheeks were strangely red, and his eyes were chaotic and crazy.
He was still wearing the same purple suit, dark green vest and shirt. In the difficult time, Gordon had grown old, but this guy had not changed at all. When he saw Gordon's eyes that were about to devour him, he should have felt fear, but he did not. He just tilted his head and thought for a while, then he gave Gordon an undisguised smile.
"Hello, Loser Gordon … Are you here to continue playing games with me?"
[Please give me a monthly vote, please give me a monthly vote. There are only 28 days in February … I forgot. There's an extra chapter tomorrow. What I'm thinking about now is whether I should release it all at once or add two chapters a day. Anyway, this is the last day of the month.
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