At around 8 pm, the street in front of Gotham Police Station was filled with protestors and reporters.
People were holding signs and chanting slogans. The slogans on the signs were mostly directed at Gordon, like "Gordon needs to step down", "Gordon needs to leave", and others included "dereliction of duty", "Go Bat", "Hang them", and so on.
When Gordon appeared on the street, a large group of reporters surrounded him. They aimed their microphones, recorders, cameras, and lights at him. Many sharp questions were thrown at Gordon.
"I hear another fifteen officers have resigned today. Is that true?"
"How long will it take for the streets to return to normal?"
"Who is responsible for the loss from today's bank robbery?"
"How are you going to explain this to the families of the dead officers? How did that 'John Doe' slip away from the police?"
"Mr. Inspector, has the criminal organization infiltrated the police force?"
"Is the police being threatened by the gangs?"
"Isn't it time for you to consider resigning, Inspector Gordon?"
In this world, there were many people who thought they were so smart, who thought they were so important, who thought their life and career was so meaningful.
Actually, it was all bullsh * t.
In America, most reporters had this tendency to be full of themselves. They thought they had changed the direction of the public opinion and changed the fate of others. They thought they were smarter and more insightful than normal citizens. They made irresponsible comments every day, using their position and professional knowledge to twist the truth to gain a higher social status, attention, and profit for themselves.
For that, they would not hesitate to ruin the reputation and life of others.
In the eyes of others, this group of people was a bunch of self-righteous demons, which made them feel disgusted. They were disgusting. However, they were so full of themselves that they had no idea what they were doing.
But in reality, they were not superior to others. That was just an illusion. If these people walked from behind the camera to in front of the camera, from the reporter to the reporter, they would immediately realize what kind of people they were.
When their insignificant right to sow discord was taken away, under the hypocritical face, they were just a group of instigators. This was a group of people who had existed since the Dark Ages of the Middle Ages. They were described in the Bible as one of the harbingers of the end of the world.
From the moment these people imposed their views and positions on others, they had forgotten the essence of this profession. When a bystander or recorder crossed an invisible boundary, he would go further and further away, and eventually become a liar or writer who would do anything to attract attention.
Most of the reporters in Gotham City were like that.
As for the citizens of Gotham City, please allow me to quote a passage from Maupassant's Orla.
"The people are like a herd of imbecile cattle. Sometimes they are submissive to the point of stupidity, and sometimes they are violent to the point of rebellion. They received orders saying, 'Rejoice!' and obeyed; then they received orders saying, 'Go to war with your neighbours!' and obeyed. Command them to support the Emperor, and they kowtow; then command them to support the Republic, and they cheer.
Those who controlled the people were just as stupid, except that they did not obey a master, but some principles. These principles, because they are principles, must be absurd and false, because they seek to establish certain immutable notions, and there is nothing immutable in this world -- all we see and hear are illusions. "
Our Inspector Gordon was the cow-herder.
So were the superheroes at the Network.
They tried their best to protect this city, to ensure that the citizens could live and work in peace. But they were still questioned and attacked by the agitators. While they risked their lives to fight against the criminals, they had to make compromises at many times.
Therefore, Feng Bujue mocked them and even felt sorry for them … Compared to the 'tragedy' of the villains, the 'tragedy' of the heroes was more self-inflicted.
"Last question … is Batman really dead?" The person who asked this question was a unique and charismatic voice.
Gordon turned his head toward the voice and saw a small man in a green suit at the edge of the crowd. He was leaning against the wall and looking at him with a relaxed expression.
"The Riddler …" Gordon mumbled.
Unfortunately, as Feng Bujue said, in this' law-abiding 'place, even if you knew there was a super criminal standing before you, you could not simply arrest him.
"Okay, please move aside and let the car pass. This is an important criminal." Gordon stared at the Riddler for a few seconds and then squeezed through the reporters.
At that moment, a van that was used to transport criminals drove down the street. Several armed officers quickly jumped down from the van and stood in two rows.
On the other side, two criminals walked down the steps from the police station.
At that moment, Shiva and Seven Kills were each restrained by two officers, and their hands and feet were shackled.
About twenty minutes ago, the two entered the police station's interrogation room. Before they could sit down, Nightwing, who was interrogating them, suddenly left to take a call. It was unknown what Sage said to him, but in any case, the interrogation ended, and then this happened …
At that moment, the two players realized that … the situation was not good. They had the same thought. Knowing that there were superheroes watching them, if they resisted, they might be killed on the spot. They should wait and see if there was a chance to escape.
"Sage, the two from the police station are about to depart." Nightwing, who stood on the roof of the police station, looked down and communicated with the Batcave. "I'm worried that they might escape halfway, so I plan to follow them. How is Tim?"
"Not good … We lost contact about fifteen minutes ago, which is the time limit of the explosion that he mentioned," Sage replied. "Damian was closest to him, and he's already on his way. He drove the Batmobile. If something happens to Tim, the car has emergency life support equipment. "
The face under Nightwing's mask revealed a trace of worry. "I have a bad feeling about this. Babla, you'd better call someone else over."
"Okay, I'll contact them as soon as possible," Sage replied.
"I'm temporarily tied up here. If there's any news about Tim, call me, okay?" Nightwing asked.
"You be careful … Dick," Sage said with concern.
…
At the same time, inside a warehouse in Gotham City.
"Er … Where am I?" Tim Drake woke up from his temporary coma. When he got used to the light around him, he realized that there was a figure in a purple suit standing before him.
"Don't worry, Tim. When you were unconscious, we moved you here … to a safe place," Feng Bujue replied, facing away from Tim. When he said that, he was adjusting a camera.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
