I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 79 The old programmer who was eliminated by the times
Midtown Manhattan Fashion District, Joe Waffle high-end apartment.

In the parking lot, a Volvo slowly poured into its own parking space.

In the driver's seat, the tired man turned the steering wheel numbly, and said dryly to the phone: "Barbara, I've arrived at the parking lot, about 3 minutes later—fuck, you—"

The door was slammed open, and a shadow flashed into the co-pilot. The police instinct made Gordon subconsciously hold the pistol at his waist.

"Don't get excited, it's me." The person tore off the hood, revealing a girl wearing strange owl windproof glasses.

"Shit, I almost shot you!" Gordon cursed.

"Oh, it's alright. I met a friend halfway through, Barbara, you eat first, I guess it will take a while, it's okay, it's really okay, I wasn't kidnapped, OK, see you later."

Seeing him hang up the phone, Harry looked at him and said, "You have bloodshot eyes, sallow skin, and heavy eyeshadow. Haven't rested well these days?"

"What are you doing?" Gordon didn't want to answer her question.

"What do you think?"

Gordon pressed his forehead against the steering wheel, was silent for a long time, and sighed, "I don't understand why the Director and the Prosecutor's Office are targeting you.

12.3 As soon as the task force was established, I took people to St. John's Abbey.

I had already recorded a statement that day, which is completely contrary to what is reported in the news now.

I used some tricks, the kids told me the truth, and I gave assurances that it would be over soon and they wouldn't be retaliated against.

According to normal procedures, after obtaining the evidence I provided, the district attorney could issue an arrest warrant, and then proceed to the trial of the crusaders.

But Chief Luo took away those videos, and Justice Green refused to sign it, only saying that you should report the case to the police station yourself, and then file a lawsuit with the court."

Harry asked quietly, "Do you think I should show up?"

"This" Gordon looked hesitant, "If you want, I swear to protect your life safety."

"Are you sure you can keep me safe?" Harry asked again.

This time, Gordon shook his head honestly.

His expression was painful, his eyes were full of unwillingness and self-blame, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You know, several congressmen died during this time.

Just four days ago, police speculated that Madison would be the next target.

The guards I personally arranged for him, nine elite detectives, in groups of three, took turns to stand guard for him in three shifts.

And just this afternoon, Congressman Madison's door was empty, and he was found dead in the bathroom.

The detective, who was supposed to protect him personally, held a milkshake, talked and laughed, and returned to the police station as if he was nothing. "

"You're so idle," Harry sneered.

"what?"

Gordon was stunned.

Shouldn't she comfort him a few words and then scold gcpd for being corrupt and incompetent?
"You should have been focusing on my case. Haven't you read the news these days? The church has launched a counterattack." Harry said lightly.

"Harry, at least you're still alive. Members of Congress are people too, and their lives are being threatened. Prioritize things!" Gordon sighed.

"But you're getting nothing right now," Harry said bluntly.

"I" Gordon held his head, every word overflowing with deep pain.

"I've been working hard, I have to work harder."

Harry was totally convinced that he wasn't slacking off and that he would try harder, but she was really disappointed in him.

Replaced by a mature Batman, the Crusaders have long been brought to justice, at least the evidence is conclusive, and there is no way to fight public opinion openly.

"With Harvey Dent backing down, what do you think is the next step?" she asked.

Gordon had thought about this for a long time, and immediately said: "The best way is to get the audio of the call that Harvey recorded, and I will go to see Harvey tomorrow morning.

Even if all the audio is destroyed, at least make Harvey a witness. "

Harry shook his head and said, "I'm afraid Harvey can't be counted on. The Crusaders are willing to let him out, don't they have the slightest defense?
I suspect that Harvey is brainwashed, like Kubchak's A Clockwork Orange. "

Gordon said: "I thought about that too, so I made an appointment with the best psychiatrist in Gotham, Dr. Hugo Strange (future attending physician at Arkham).

No matter what the Crusaders did to Harvey, it was impossible to limit his freedom. "

This Gordon isn't for nothing.
Harry's face softened a little, and asked again, "What if Harvey Dante doesn't work out this way?"

Although there is absolutely no hope for Gordon's efforts, at least he can help her delay for a while, or, slightly improve the public opinion environment?

To really solve the enemy, she has to rely on herself!

"Then work on the faculty at St John's Abbey, they may not know how much the Crusaders are secretive, but they must know what happened on the night of December 12rd.

More than a dozen teachers, whether persuading with good words or coercion, can always pry something out. "Gordon said solemnly.

This Gordon is not the head of Yumu Geta, and he knows coercion and temptation.

Harry was quite satisfied with his realization, and asked, "Are there any other options besides this?"

"Of course!" Gordon was also interested, "The convent is not only your group of orphans, how many girls has Hercules Doug violated over the years?

Some of them are adults, some are adopted, but all are recorded.

I've got some of their information in the Children's Care Center's archives, and I'll visit them as soon as I have time. "

"Good!" Harry gave him a thumbs up and praised him.

Gordon's work efficiency is a bit poor, but his brain and personality are not bad.

It's a pity, if he has the power to match the ideal, Bacheng doesn't have to assist Bruce, and he can become Batman himself.

"Who are you? What are you doing?" At this moment, a blond woman with her hands on her hips and an angry face appeared in front of the car window.

The common square face of Europeans and Americans, but not too big, plus the delicate three-dimensional facial features and fair and tender skin, she is an [-]% beauty.

"Barbara, why are you here?" Gordon rolled down the window and asked in surprise.

"It's almost 10 minutes, can I not be in a hurry?" When she said this, Barbara looked at Harry warily.

"Hey, Sister Ba, we talked on the phone before, Halle, remember?" Halle greeted her with a smile.

"It turned out to be you." Barbara looked around with some horror. "The Crusaders are looking for you everywhere. They are fierce. Don't implicate Jim anymore."

"Don't say that, I am a policeman, and it is my responsibility to protect the safety of every citizen." Gordon said solemnly.

"But." Glancing at Harry, Barbara turned her head in anger.

"Let's be here today, bye."

Harry waved his hand like a shadow, quickly disappearing into the dim basement parking lot.

The chat with Gordon was satisfactory, but Harley didn't put all her hopes on him.

On the contrary, she has prepared for the worst and prepared for it, for example, working hard to upgrade, for example, upgrading equipment.

At least she now has the money to get a better set of bulletproof vests, bulletproof helmets, bulletproof boots, and bulletproof masks.

"Hey Richie, it's the weekend, can you come over to Gotham? The glasses need to be done ASAP, not sure when."

She has Richie's phone.

"Gotham. I'm a little scared. Your side is so messy. Recently, every day the councillor died. God, the biggest official I've ever seen in my life is also the county councillor's secretary."

Although Harley is not a native of Gotham, she is also a little embarrassed at this time.

"Don't worry, this is Falcone and Maroni fighting for the right to develop Arkham, and it has nothing to do with us ordinary people." She comforted.

Rich said shrewdly: "The two black states are fighting for territory, so only the parliamentarians are killed, and there is no large-scale gang fight?
Diana, don't lie to me, I am 32 years old, I am an adult, I have watched a lot of Hei Bang movies, fighting on the top, the chaos on the bottom will only get worse. "

Harry said directly: "Don't talk nonsense, millions of people in Gotham live well, don't they?

Reimburse the air ticket and invite you to the most extravagant nightclub in Gotham, Happy, will you come? "

"All right."

Two days later, at the intersection of Bali Street, a taxi stopped by the street, and Harley, who was wearing a nun's uniform, first lay on the driver's window, handed a fifty-dollar knife over, and then smiled and greeted the two who got out of the car: "Wow. , you're Richie, you're Gary, right?"

Not only the quantum mages came, but also the musician wizards.

Richie is a bearded man with glasses, simple clothes, and relatively simple temperament. At first glance, he can tell that he is a research house.

Gary has long hair, a white face and no beard, and has rhinestone stud earrings. He is very non-mainstream and a musician.

"God, Diana, you are so young, even if you say you are born with a tender face, I don't believe you are only 21 years old!" Gary marveled around Harry.

Richie is very good at talking on the Internet, but he is very shy when meeting in person, and only smirks when he sees Harry.

"Come on, go to my house, I've ordered pizza and drinks."

After visiting Harry's chapel for a while, the three returned to their apartment.

Gary filled his stomach and went to rest in the guest room. He was going to spend the night at "Gotham's most luxurious nightclub" tonight.

Richie was about to come to Devil's Horn to take a closer look and start working immediately.

Unlike Gary, he has a serious job, and if there are no holidays on weekdays, he is only free on weekends.

"I-mai, this kind of technology, regardless of hardware or application system, is at least 20 years ahead of real technology! Where did you get these owl glasses?"

After testing the glasses himself, Richie flushed with excitement.

"I have a friend who works in the FBI and she gave it to me, but I doubt she could spy on me through her glasses," Halle said.

Richie said without hesitation: "No doubt, as long as you have an Internet connection or a wireless network, these glasses can monitor you."

"Why?" Harwich asked.

Richie has now connected the computer to the glasses with a data cable.

The hacker's computer he brought.

"Look, this is the instruction to transmit data out!"

He pointed to the code on the screen and explained: "The creator of this glasses didn't hide his thoughts at all, and all kinds of hidden instructions were naked and naked in the background.

Maybe he didn't mean to spy on you.

The glasses are supposed to be connected to another powerful processor, and data communication is the purpose of the design. "

Harley understood, just like the future Xiaomi smart home, owl glasses and Ye Xiao's other devices share a common system.

"Can you handle it?" Harry asked.

Richie looked at the code on the screen with a strange expression, "Shouldn't be, is it a Trojan horse that hides the core code?"

"What's wrong?" Harry asked nervously.

Richie tapped the keyboard like crazy for a while with both hands, and then murmured: "The technology content and design concept are so advanced, why is the operating system so rudimentary?"

"Baby?"

"The application is very clever, indicating that the other party's expertise is very broad and very powerful. But the system's firewall is too outdated and too rigid.

He may be all-rounder, but he's not very good at programming, at least not up to date. "

Richie turned to Harry, a strange glow of excitement in his eyes.

"Perhaps, we can monitor each other in reverse, connect or even hack its main control computer through owl glasses."

"You're not kidding, can it be that simple?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"I also find it unbelievable, but this is the case. I guess this system was written by an 80-year-old antique, and his ideas and technology are still decades ago."

Now Harry was a little convinced.

Because the operating system of the glasses must have been written by Daniel himself, and he is indeed an antique.

More importantly, Daniel had retired decades earlier, and without the life-and-death crisis in battle, there was no need to get a too powerful operating system.

The owl airship is his exclusive weapon, and it is even more impossible for outsiders to write the driver.

and many more!

Black Jin Glasses' control center, isn't it Ye Xiao's airship?

Harry was excited.

(End of this chapter)