I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 403 Gordon and Bateman
A week before Christmas Eve.

The night is like thick black ink, splashed on Pier [-] in Gotham.

The rain fell, like the tears of a mourning woman for her only son who died on the street, full of cold bitterness.

The air is like a sponge soaked in water, you can squeeze out the water with a light pinch.

The street lamps cast a yellowish light, like a dead cat staring at the lone traveler under the lamp with its tarnished eyes.

"Papa papa."

Walking on the quiet street, Gordon could clearly hear the sound of his leather shoes stepping on the water, as well as whispers that seemed to be hidden in the dark alleys nearby.

He was wearing a dark waterproof windbreaker with a hood, with his left hand in the pocket and a cigarette that flickered like a firefly in his right hand.

Squinting his eyes and holding the cigarette on his lips, Gordon fell into deep thought: The Red Ribbon Gang at Pier No. [-] was swept away, and the body of the gang leader "Iron Fist" Malone was separated, which was terrible.

Available evidence indicates that the murderer was a gunman from Mexico.

But he is a hell detective who can teach the dead to speak.

Since five years ago, the sequelae of black magic have become more and more serious. He even saw the shadows of dead people in the mirror above the faucet when he woke up at night.

For example, his father.

Sometimes in a trance, he could hear his late father talking to himself.

Xiao Lai is a doctor. After discovering his condition, he was about to snatch the devil's horn and throw it into the liquefied gas stove.

He found that what Harry said was right, having seen the magic of magic, it was difficult to leave it.

He stopped Xiao Lai and vowed to use as little black magic as possible to solve cases in the future.

But today he used the devil horn again.Because more than 20 members of the Red Belt Gang were wiped out, which is a major event.

More serious is Iron Fist Malone's identity.

Nine years ago, he had been Harley's 'guard' - a shooter who only obeyed her orders.

Only kings have guards.

Harley Quinn is the Emperor of Gotham.

Even if she went ashore completely in vain, her 'Guard' was not revoked.

They are no longer gunmen, but bodyguards with legal documents.

Even bigger and stronger in size and power.

Iron Fist Malone "retired" five years ago, when he was 35 years old and had passed his prime.

Halle handed over the lucrative Pier [-] to his 'pension'.

The two seem to have no intersection.

But Gordon knew that both black and white forces in Gotham also knew that Ma Long was her man and should not be provoked easily.

Now someone not only provoked him, but also chopped off his head.

"Who are the Avengers, and is the Avengers targeting Harley?"

Gordon frowned deeply.

Ma Long told him himself: It was the Avenger who killed me. He was a 1.2-meter-tall dwarf and called himself the 'Avenger'.The Avengers asked me to pledge my allegiance to him, and used Pier [-] to smuggle Du Ping and stowaways. I swore to Boss Quinn that I would never do these two businesses. He killed me, and the Avengers killed me.
"Hey, this is not where you should be."

While thinking, Gordon was suddenly pushed from behind.

When he stabilized his footing, four gangsters with studded leather jackets and colorful hair surrounded him with pistols in hand.

"I'm looking for 'Flying Eagle' Hawke." Gordon said lightly.

"Who are you? If you open your mouth, you will find our boss."

"Jim Gordon."

Gordon sighed secretly, the law and order in Gotham seemed to be getting worse.

A year ago, he could walk directly to the gate of Hawke's warehouse, and even if he was stopped, he would not be pointed at with a gun.

"Ah, you are Superintendent Gordon known as 'Hell Detective' in the old city of Gotham?" the gunman exclaimed.

"It's me." Gordon likes the title of 'Hell Detective', which can bluff people.

After a while, he came to a large underground warehouse. More than 20 men and women, both young and old, were busy packing each Paradise Mountain mobile phone, tablet, and computer into large paper with the label "New Jersey Fresh Orange". in the box.

"Supervisor Gordon, you are such a big man, you must not be here to catch smugglers, are you?"

A two-meter-tall bald man pointed at Gordon and walked over with a smile.

"Tekken Malone is dead, allegedly by the Mexicans.

I know you once said harsh words, and you will kill him sooner or later. " Gordon said lightly.

The smile on Hawk's face was restrained, and he frowned: "I am Mexican, and many of my younger brothers are from Mexico, that's right.

I have been relying on Pier No. [-] to ship goods, and it is not wrong to hate Ma Long for taking too much.

But my mind is still there. If I kill Malone today, I will sink the Hudson River the next day. "

"I believe in you, but you must convince those who intend to kill you.

You know, Ma Long has a violent personality and doesn't have many brothers and friends, but he was born in the "Guardian", and Gotham has at least [-] "robes" he used to have.

Each of them is a big brother in the Tao, and Ma Long is considered a bad one. said Gordon.

"I know they don't like me all the time." Hawke looked ugly, pointing to the Chinese banner of "Unfortunately Lost First" hanging behind the door, and cursed: "But I also came out of the No. The boss personally pointed out, why does he always treat me as a third-class citizen?"

Gordon said disapprovingly: "Who is in Gotham now, who hasn't practiced in the first martial arts field?
Her real cronies were all washed up and went ashore and became celebrities in the political and business circles.

Then there are the ineffective 'guards', who are considered first-class citizens in Hei Dao.

Anyone who has been with her and called her 'BOSS' seriously is a second-class citizen.

There are countless people like you in Gotham, and they are really only third-class citizens. "

"I'm different. I participated in the King of Fighters, only lost to Boss Quinn, and even won the title of 'Flying Eagle'." Flying Eagle Hawk exclaimed excitedly.

"The King of Fighters Tournament is held once a week, and every week there is a 'near defeat', which is really worthless." Gordon said.

Hawke stared and said: "I have been personally instructed by the BOSS, and she also passed me a set of 'Kui Muay Thai'.

According to the tradition in Hong Kong martial arts movies, I should call her 'Master Shifu', and the relationship is closer than those gunner brothers. "

Gordon asked curiously, "How did she teach you?"

Hawke's eyes were blurred, and he recalled: "At that time, we were standing in five rows of 30 people. She saw my specialness at a glance and yelled at me—taught me several times, and even the basic elbow movement was not standard. , how stupid."

The corner of Gordon's mouth twitched, "I didn't come to you today for a heart-to-heart talk.

The sooner Mark's case is resolved, it will be better for both of us. "

"Mexicans are not the same as Mexicans. I came to Gotham more than ten years ago, and I have status and status.

In the past six months, many foreign forces have entered Gotham, the Mexican Gang, the Celestial People, and the Neon People.
They are different from us, they are pure outsiders, not attached to any forces in Gotham.

They are a group of desperadoes who try to change their destiny with their own blood and courage.

I'm not at all the same as those Mexicans. "Hoke sighed.

"But you must know where they are, don't you?" Gordon asked, staring at him.

Hawke said firmly: "I know, but my base is Mexican. If I betray them today, what will my little brother think?"

"We've been talking for so long, and you gave me such an answer?" Gordon frowned.

"Gordon, you shouldn't have come to see me."

Hawk took a few steps back, and the Mexican boys around him took a few steps closer and surrounded him.

Gordon sighed, "OK, I'll go now."

Hawk watched him leave with a cloudy expression.

"Crack——" An hour later, the switch suddenly tripped, and the underground warehouse was completely dark.

"Huhu——" The sound of wings flapping the air came from the darkness, weak but heavy, like a flying dragon carefully hunting for prey.

"Who is it?" Hawk shouted sharply.

"Boss, Boss, it's a bit like the legendary Baiteman!" said the younger brother tremblingly.

"Okay, Batman came to see me?"

Hawk's voice was weird, not only filled with surprise and fear, but also contained inexplicable joy that could not be concealed.

In the past, those who were targeted by Betterman were big bosses, but now he was raided by Betterman, does it mean——

Iron-like palms protruded from the darkness, pinching the neck of Hawk, who was thinking wildly.

He became confused and didn't know anything.

The warehouse was so silent that he could hear his own breathing.

"Boss, Boss Hawk?" After a long time, the younger brother's uncertain call came from the darkness.

In the alley two streets away, Gordon stood against the wall, his cigarette butts brightening and dimming with his breathing.

"Go back, leave this matter to me." A deep and hoarse voice suddenly appeared above his head.

"Hawk said?" Gordon asked nonsense, and immediately asked: "Where are the Mexicans who slaughtered the Red Ribbon Gang?"

"The sewer in the west of the city." The shadow in the darkness said.

Gordon threw away the cigarette butt, straightened his windbreaker, and said, "The environment in the sewer is complicated. You need help. I'll go with you."

"I have a helper." A faint blue light lit up in the darkness, it was Batman's bat watch.

"Call Flying Robin, Bertman needs assistance." A deep and hoarse voice said.

"Wait a moment, Robin cat is doing hair, what kind of task is it tonight?" a soft female voice said lazily.

"Looking for people in the sewer," Baiteman said.

"Oh, I'm going to the stinky sewer, my hair won't be gray anymore?" Robin cat called.

"Wandering around the sewers in the middle of the night, I'm really bored."

Gordon listened attentively, this sentence seemed to be Harry's voice.

Bateman glanced at Gordon, who was quietly eavesdropping, and sternly shouted in the tone of a husband calling his wife to buy cigarettes in front of poker friends: "Robin cat, mission first, come quickly!"

After hanging up the phone, he said to himself, "This Robin is not reliable, I should find a new Robin."

"No, just Flying Batcat!" Gordon said hastily.

"Why?" Baiteman wondered.

Although he was hiding in the dark and couldn't see clearly, Gordon still looked him up and down, and sighed: "Bruce Wayne adopted a child the day before yesterday, and I was surprised that you are not young, and you have arrived early to start a family." when.

If you abandon the Flying Batcat, the relationship between the two of you is already very bumpy, so don't add obstacles artificially. "

"Well, I think, since you like children, you can try to have one yourself.

Believe me, after becoming a father, you will find that you have matured a lot suddenly. "Gordon said with great emotion.

Bitman was silent for a moment, and said hoarsely: "Bruce adopted Dick Grayson not because he was eager to have a child, but because he saw his own shadow in that child."

"Are you going to train him to be Robin? He's too young, less than ten years old." Gordon frowned.

Batterman shook his head repeatedly, "Of course not, he should have a more complete life than Bruce, going to middle school, making friends, attending parties, taking college entrance examinations, getting married and having children. Bruce is crazy to let Dick be my Robin. "

(End of this chapter)