We can't let New Yorkers stand up and claim it, right? Then no building will belong to New York.
So, at the moment when the two cities merged, the group of people who always sat at the top of the pyramid were in chaos first.
A man in a tan jacket walked through the corridor as quickly as possible and opened the slightly old office door.
"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"
The phone is ringing again, the phone keeps ringing.
The man in the jacket sighed deeply, with fatigue visible to the naked eye on his face. As soon as he picked up the phone, he heard a deafening roar.
"James Gordon! What do you do for food?! It's been almost an hour since the disaster happened, but you haven't given me anything!!!"
Gordon sneered, half-squinted his eyes, leaned against the wall with the receiver and said: "What do you want me to give you? Oswald, my respected Mr. Mayor, everything happened as you can see."
, what else do you want?”
"Legitimacy, legality, and your police cars and guns!"
"To whom? Sir."
Gordon took a sip of water and looked with some surprise at Barbara who walked into the office and handed him a water glass. However, he waved his hand to Barbara, indicating that he did not need help, and then said to the other side: "You forgot
Did you say anything when you took office? The Constitution gives you legitimacy and legitimacy, and your sincere heart for the people gives you responsibility and ability."
"And now something happened, you asked me to provide you with police cars and weapons. If I had, you wouldn't be in the mayor's office now!"
After speaking, Gordon hung up the phone. After taking a sip of water, he sighed to his daughter and said: "If possible, I really don't want to talk nonsense to him. God bless, the mayor of this mysterious city opposite
If you can quickly get the so-called legitimacy and legality, no matter how bad you are, you're still better than Penguin, right?"
Barbara opened her mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally said euphemistically: "Actually, it was Vina who asked me to come."
"What's wrong? Did something happen to her?"
"Just now, there was a power outage on Geer Street. After the technical team went to check, they found that someone had impacted the circuit system there with a current far higher than the safety threshold. I came to check the monitoring."
"Don't be stupid, my good girl." Gordon walked to his seat and sat down, started to deal with the mail, and said: "That's the money tree for our mayor. He opened six stores there a year.
Nightclubs and bars.”
"Have you seen the insurance company's car nearby? If so, it's another trick of his to defraud the insurance company. Don't worry about it. I have to check the information of my new partner first."
Barbara shrugged, walked to the seat next to her, and fiddled with the computer by herself.
"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"
The phone rang again, like an annoying cicada on a summer evening. Gordon knew who was calling without even thinking about it, so he just glanced sideways and didn't intend to pay attention.
"Buzz-buzz-"
His personal phone rang again. Gordon looked down and saw a text message appearing on his screen.
"James Gordon, if you don't answer the phone, think of your daughter."
Gordon's face immediately darkened. He picked up the phone and said to the other end: "Mr. Cobot, the text message you just sent me is enough evidence of your personal threat."
"You don't understand anything at all!!!" The furious roar came again, "Those madmen who fell from the sky blew up one of my main street lines, which I spent a lot of money to do!!!"
"Yeah, for the poppy farms you hide under those bars and nightclubs, without enough ultraviolet rays, they will die in up to three days. This is the best news I have heard this year."
Gordon heard the Penguin panting silently, and finally he spoke in a low tone: "Listen, James, we are unanimous on this matter, you can't let those rubes who call themselves New Yorkers in our
You can do whatever you want on your territory, Gotham will not accept such provocation!"
Gordon crossed one leg over the other, flipping through the calendar and saying, "You know what? I've never marked an election date on a calendar before, but I'm planning on doing that."
"Let me see, there are only two months left before the general election, and the days are really getting more promising."
Penguin snorted and said: "Do you really think it would be a good thing to replace me with the mayor of New York City? Why don't you go find out what attacked the shops on my street."
"Do you think the mayor who can tolerate such criminals wandering around the city will do better than me? At least I will give the gangsters enough guns to blast those who dare to cause trouble into scum!"
Penguin hung up the phone first. Gordon looked at the calendar again. Penguin announced his candidacy for the next mayor of Gotham about two months ago. There were only two people from his party participating, and the other one was Penguin.
's subordinates.
The current opposition party sent a total of more than a dozen people to run for the election, and 11 of them died within three weeks. The rest were on vacation and sick leave. Originally, there was no suspense about this matter.
The sudden urban integration event is good news for Gordon, because obviously this city that has sprung up from the land of Gotham is also a big city like Gotham, and the party struggle here must be equally fierce.
If the other party is also an American city, then the two parties will first have a unified opinion, but regardless of whether they are in the same party or not, they are in an endless competitive relationship.
Then in the two months before the next election, assassinations will definitely occur one after another. Gordon knows the Penguin too well, and this attack may be the reason he found for the assassination.
Even so, Gordon still had to go and have a look. The gangsters recruited by Penguin would not be spared death, but there was a community school and an orphanage not far from there. The power outage was likely to affect the children's classes. Since the technical team
When in trouble, Gordon stepped up his game.
Gordon led a small team of police officers to the street where the incident occurred. As expected, he was glared at by gangsters, but he didn't care at all. He raised the cordon with his hand and got under it.
A middle-aged black-haired woman in a technical uniform and another big man came over. Gordon stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder, saying: "What's wrong? Vina, are you in any trouble?"
"You came quite early this time. Didn't that aquiline nose give you any trouble?" Wei Na's voice was very low. She sneezed, rubbed her nose and said, "I didn't even expect you to be able to do that."
Come on, I know you're in trouble now."
"What's the trouble?" Gordon shook his head indifferently and said, "What can be more troublesome than Bruce Wayne disappearing? What can be more troublesome than two big cities merging together?"
"You know those are some distant disasters." Vina led Gordon to the accident scene and said: "And you have imminent troubles that need to be solved urgently."
"Look at this." Vina walked to the power distribution room, folded two fingers together, and then lightly knocked on the blackened door.
Gordon looked over and saw only darkness.
"What's this?"
"The scene of the explosion."
"There was an explosion here?"
"It's worse than that." Weina sighed and said, "A local short circuit may cause a small explosion, but our mayor has spent a lot of money on the circuit here, the safety protection measures are very complete, and the wiring is well connected.
Very scientific."
"So this small explosion here was not big enough to destroy the entire street's electrical infrastructure, but it happened like that, and it made me question everything I've learned about electrical engineering over the years."
"Go on, James, find a more skilled electrical engineer. This is more than I can handle. I even doubt whether this is the jurisdiction of an electrical engineer."
"Why do you say that?"
Vina raised her chin, and Gordon looked in the direction she pointed, and saw the footprints of a pair of rubber shoes on the edge of the darkness.
