Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 62: Opportunities to Express Yourself

Commissioner Gordon has been in a state of distress for a long, long time.

Gotham has a problem, not as simple as a few criminals, but a "faith" incident that incites the people.

Most of those people holding weapons and shouting frantically are ordinary people in Gotham.

At least they used to be ordinary people.

The problem Gordon faced was that he didn't have enough manpower to deal with organized crime on this scale, and unlike dealing with criminals, he could shoot directly.Some people rob a bank and you can use violence to fight violence, while some people just rob a fast food truck, what to do?What about the one who snatched ice cubes from the cold drink shop?What about grabbing a homeless cardboard box next to it?
Desperate, really despondent.

Most of the police officers in the Gotham Police Department, as long as they can move, no matter what case they have, they are basically suppressed by Gordon and let them go out to do missions and maintain law and order.

But the news coming back from the outside became less and less, worse and worse, and more and more strange.In the end, even the bad news couldn't come back, as if all the police officers had been killed.

Batman?No one knows where he went, the bat light has been shining under the dark clouds of Gotham's night sky for several nights, and with the flashes of fireworks in various colors, it looks extraordinarily ironic.

Lynn...

That guy was probably dead, or maybe he was being treated in some hospital.There is no news at all, no one can be found, and no phone calls can be made.

Gordon didn't know who else he could count on to help. At the same time, he was also thinking that the law protects the weak, but it's really hard to say who is the weak now.

Pulling the drawer, there are only a few bullets rolling around in the empty wooden lattice.

"Maybe I'm the weak one."

Gordon pressed the bullets one by one. This is the gun he made great achievements in when he was young. In his past, only this gun was the most trusted partner.

just now……

Snapped.

Push the magazine in, check the trigger, chamber, and firing pin, hold the gun with both hands, and aim at the door.

"I'm Gordon, how could I be weak."

"Director! Bureau... Director, you are..."

The door was pushed open recklessly, and the one who broke in was one of the few newcomers who had not been sent out by Gordon on duty.

Maybe there was something urgent to report, but as soon as he entered the chief's office, he was pointed at by the chief with a gun. He was a little panicked and stuttered.

"Calm down, kid."

Gordon picked up the muzzle of the gun, slowly put away the gun, toggled the safety, and put it in the gun bag.

"What's the matter, tell me."

"Yes, yes... Chief, those guys have surrounded our police station."

Gordon didn't react in any shock, as if all this had been expected.

"Let's go."

Gordon stood up, patted the newcomer on the shoulder and said, "Let's go out together."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened, there was a crackling sound behind him. When Gordon pulled the newcomer to hide and raised his gun to point behind him, he saw the shattered glass and his desk. A black and miserable little black cat.

"Schrodinger?"

This is Gordon's exclamation.

"Isn't Schrödinger dead?!"

This is the doubt of the newcomer.

"Lyn... I will never let you go... Oops~"

This is the monologue of a dazed kitten.

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The sound of mechanical friction was endless, breaking through the gate of the Gotham Police Station, the thugs chose a method that was as simple and direct as possible, and at the same time it was a good way to promote their character and character.

The chainsaw and the bullets went up together, and the piercing sound of cutting and the dazzling fire came together.The Gotham Police Department used to be very "lively", but it has never been as lively as it is today.

Bang.

The heavy door fell from the outside to the inside, and the few remaining police officers and clerks shook their gun-wielding hands, and almost unanimously took half a step back.

"Stand still, hold on to your guns!"

At this critical moment, Gordon stood up and walked to the front of the crowd, quietly waiting for the collapse of the last line of defense.

Not long after, the lattice door made of stainless steel was also sawed off, and amidst a burst of shouts, the thugs finally rushed into the Gotham Police Station.

The one in the lead is a green-skinned cursing.

"Where did you watch the movie so evil, you hit the door lock with a bullet, thanks to your thinking!"

The crowd filed in, everyone was holding a gun, everyone was staring at each other, everyone was full of malice.

These people were originally just the most ordinary and easy-going citizens. They were diligent and hard-working. Gordon knew that such a day would probably come, but he didn't expect this day to come so fast and caught people off guard.

Scanning everyone, Gordon, as one of Gotham's leading figures, often appears in newspapers and on TV. The upper-level people may not know what's going on, but the ordinary citizens at the bottom who broke in today at least It is still clear in my heart: Gordon is a good person, one of the few people in Gotham who is willing to speak out for ordinary people and sacrifice for ordinary people.

So, the thugs who rushed into the police station aggressively just now, shouting what to do, faced the indifferent eyes of a tall, thin old man, their arrogance silently subsided.

They were silent, with their heads bowed, pushing and pushing each other. There were crowds of people, and the sound was like mosquitoes moaning together.

There are only two exceptions.

A bald man standing on the far left of the crowd, and a man in a tuxedo standing in the middle of the crowd.

"Oh, dear Commissioner Gordon, hello."

The little man in the tuxedo took off his top hat, bowed in a very elegant and gentlemanly manner, and after getting up, he smiled and said: "I'm sorry, I made it like this when we first met, please believe me, I don't want confusion just like you The scene continues.

Oh, please forgive my mistake, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Oswald, Oswald Colbert.Today, I'm here to..."

"How do you guys do this? Doesn't anyone pull a chair over when my boss is standing and talking?"

Squeak~crack——squeak...

The square-footed old wooden chair was dragged across the same old wooden floor and made a screeching sound. The green-skinned man insisted on dragging the iron-clad chair for temporary interrogation and pushed it over to the short tuxedo man Oswald. Behind him, she tapped his shoulders and helped him sit on the chair.

The tall and square interrogation chair had no armrests. Oswald's feet were hanging in the air. After subconsciously groping around his legs with his hands, he couldn't find the armrests, so he could only put them on his legs.

It looks like a schoolboy who made a mistake.

"Boss, you continue."

Putting on a very professional dog-legged smile, Qingtoupi took a step to the left side of the chair and stood still, completing the leap-forward status transition from the new bottom boy to the side of the throne in an instant.

The strong men behind them showed bitter expressions, it was too late to regret.

Damn it, he got ahead of him.

Pooh!Flatterer!
Oswald seemed a little unresponsive, lowered his head slightly, glanced at his dangling feet, twisted his neck stiffly, and looked at Qingpi beside him.

"...Good job. Don't be so motivated next time."

After saying that, he took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, put the charming smile on the corner of his mouth again, and smiled: "I came this time for..."

"Is there anyone here to take care of things? My cat is lost."

Qingpi once again found an opportunity to perform.

"……hateful!"

Someone in the crowd in the back row murmured softly: "He got ahead of me again..."

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(End of this chapter)