At about 8 p.m., the street in front of the Gotham Police Station was crowded with demonstrators and reporters. (
People were holding signs and shouting slogans. The slogans on the signs were mostly aimed at Director Gordon, such as "Gordon should step down", "Gordon must get out", and others such as "neglect of duty", " "Bat get out", "Hang them" etc...
When Gordon appeared on the street, a large group of reporters surrounded him, thrusting microphones, recorders, cameras, and lights at him, and throwing pointed questions at Gordon.
"It is said that fifteen more police officers resigned today. Is this true?"
“How long will it take for street policing to return to normal?”
"Who is responsible for the losses in today's bank robbery?"
"How do you explain to the family members of the deceased police officers how that 'name' slipped away from the police?"
"Mr. Director, have criminal forces infiltrated into the police?"
"Have the police been threatened by gangs?"
"Is it time for you to consider taking the blame and resign, Director Gordon?"
There are many people in this world who think they are very smart, think they are such a great person, and think their life and career are so meaningful.
Actually, it's all bullshit.
In the United States, most journalists have this tendency of self-aggrandizement. They think they have guided the public opinion trend of society and changed the fate of others. They think they are smarter and more insightful than the general public. They publish irresponsible remarks all day long. Speech, using the convenience of position and professional knowledge to distort facts to gain high social status, attention and benefits for oneself.
To do this, they are willing to destroy other people's reputations and lives.
In the eyes of others, these people are self-righteous devils and disgusting. But they themselves are complacent all day long. They don't know it, and they look like they have a strong sense of social mission.
But in fact, they are not superior to others, that is just an illusion. If these people move from behind the camera to in front of the camera, from reporters to people being reported, they will immediately realize clearly what they are.
When their small right to stir up trouble was taken away, they were just a group of demagogues under their hypocritical faces. This was a group of people that had existed since the Dark Ages in the Middle Ages and was described in the Bible as one of the harbingers of the end of the world.
From the moment these people impose their views and positions on others, they have forgotten the essence of this profession. When a bystander or recorder crosses an invisible boundary, he will go further and further. He eventually became a liar and fabricator who would do anything to gain attention.
Most of the reporters in Gotham City are like this.
As for the citizens of Gotham City, please allow me to quote a passage from Maupassant's "Orla" -
"The common people are like a group of imbecile cattle. Sometimes they are so obedient that they are almost ignorant, and sometimes they are so irritable that they are almost rebellious. When they are ordered to say, 'You celebrate!' they obey; and then they are ordered to say, 'Go and fight with your neighbors. Fight!' They also obeyed. They were ordered to support the emperor, and they kowtowed; then they were ordered to support the republic, and they cheered.
Those who control the common people are equally stupid, but they do not obey a certain master, but certain principles. Just because these principles are principles, they must be absurd and false. Because they want to establish some eternal things. concept, and nothing is constant in this world - everything we see and hear is just an illusion."
Our Commissioner Gordon is the cowherd.
God's superheroes too.
They do their best to protect this city and protect the people here from living and working in peace and contentment. However, they are still constantly questioned and attacked by agitators. While risking their lives to fight criminals, they have to make compromises many times.
So Feng Bujue laughed at them, and even felt pathetic for them...compared to the "misfortune" of the villains, the "misfortunes" of the heroes are mostly self-inflicted.
"Last question...Is Batman really dead?" The question was asked by a unique and charismatic voice.
Gordon turned his head following the sound and saw a short man in a green suit on the edge of the crowd. He was leaning against the wall and looking at him leisurely.
"The Riddler..." Gordon muttered.
Unfortunately, as Feng Bujue said, in this "lawless" place, even if you know that there is a super criminal standing in front of you, you cannot just arrest him casually.
"Okay, please step aside and let the car pass. This is an important prisoner." Gordon stared at the Riddler for a few seconds, then squeezed out from the crowd of reporters.
At this time, a van escorting prisoners drove up the street. Several armed police officers quickly jumped out of the vehicle and stood in two rows.
On the other side, two prisoners also walked down the steps of the police station door.
At this moment, Shiva and Qisha were each restrained by two police officers, with their hands and feet shackled.
About twenty minutes ago, the two entered the interrogation room of the police station. Their butts were still hot from sitting. Yeyi, who was questioning them, suddenly went out to answer a call. He didn't know what the sage said to him. Anyway, the interrogation ended there.
, and then this came out...
By this time, both players have realized that... the situation is not good. They have the same idea in their hearts: knowing that there are superheroes watching nearby, resisting rashly is likely to result in being killed on the spot, so it is better to wait first
Wait and see if there is a chance to escape later.
"Sage, the two people from the police station are about to leave." Nightwing stood on the roof of the police station, his eyes fixed on the movements below, and communicated with the Batcave: "I'm worried that they will escape halfway.
Get ready to go with them, how's Tim doing there?"
"It's not good... we lost contact about fifteen minutes ago, which happened to be the time limit of the explosion he said." The sage replied: "Damian was the closest to him and had already rushed over. He drove the Batmobile there, just in case.
If something happens to Mu, there is emergency life support equipment in the car."
The resolute face under Nightwing's mask showed a hint of worry: "I have a bad feeling, Barbara, you'd better call someone over."
The sage replied: "Okay, I'll contact you."
"I can't get away from here for the moment, please let me know as soon as there is any news about Tim, okay?" Nightwing said.
"Be careful too...Dick." The sage said with concern.
…………
At the same time, in Gotham City, inside a warehouse.
"Uh...where am I..." Tim Drake woke up from a brief coma. After adapting to the surrounding light, he found a figure wearing a long purple suit standing in front of him.
"Don't be nervous, Tim. When you were unconscious, we moved you here... to a safe place." Feng Bujue replied with his back to Tim. When he said this, he was debugging a camera.
