When the man with a gun rushed in, there was no one in the house. His mission target, the damn red-haired girl, was rescued by someone. The other party's movements were too flexible, and he even had a personal
I didn't even see the shadow.
The news was played on the TV in the living room. The one who appeared on the screen was the face of Boer who was beaten to the bloody face. But there was also a video that appeared at the same time.
In the first person perspective, two fists punched Boer's face with their bows left and right until they broke his skull and made his brains come out.
Boer could make some screams at first, but later he only had meaningless twitches, and finally he disappeared completely.
There is no doubt that this is a murder.
The young man who killed Boer was well-trained, not only very strong, but also very skilled in punching. His identity was soon announced. He was a black boxer named Shik.
Shik's life trajectory is also very simple. His parents died and he was dependent on his sister for life. His academic performance was pretty good, but because something happened to his sister in high school, he had to drop out of school and go to fight black boxing.
His sister seemed to have suffered a car accident and was completely paralyzed in bed. For some reason, she failed to get insurance compensation and needed to earn medical expenses for her sister by fighting against black fists.
A very typical person from the bottom of Gotham, an unlucky guy who should have died quietly on a rainy night.
But no, he appeared in a villa near the suburbs of Gotham's steel industry giant Boer, and directly smashed his skull with those powerful fists, killing him to death.
He also recorded all this into video, handed it over to the TV station, and was screened.
In a dark and narrow basement, Fiona watched the entire video. She clenched her fists and said, "So this was his plan, and he used me."
The cat girl gave her a cup of hot coffee and said, "Why can't he have a grudge against Boer himself and take this opportunity to take revenge?"
Fiona pursed her lips and said, "I promised Mr. Mayor not to kill. I think he is a good person and I should keep my promise."
"Yes, that should be. But those who broke into your house probably wanted to have a good talk with you, right?"
"Well, they want to kill me, and I'll kill them too. I'm just protecting myself." Fiona took a deep breath.
The catwoman looked at the girl in front of her. She did look very young, but she was only 15 years old. Moreover, her father protected her very well, so she only watched a murder and showed some of them.
Shake it.
This made Catwoman question Schiller's decision a little. Will this girl really be the key figure?
But she didn't say much, just watched Fiona drink coffee and said, "Do you have a good relationship with the mayor?"
"He is willing to help my father avenge. He is the only one who is willing to do so. He also tried his best. I am very grateful to him."
"So what he is to you?"
"I know he feels a little guilty about me," Fiona took a deep breath and said, "He seemed to blame my father's death on his own, but I know it's not. It has nothing to do with him. It's my father.
Choose to do this.”
"Have you ever thought about taking advantage of this kind of guilt?"
"What's the meaning?"
"They are going to kill you." Catwoman repeated again, "They have to kill you because you are a hero. They will soon realize that your father Willy's death is the beginning of everything. It's him
Give people the courage to resist.”
"In order to completely eliminate this courage, they will definitely find ways to eliminate you, or simply force you to bow to them and use some dirty means to shake people's hope."
"I will not surrender to them!" Fiona said firmly.
"Some things are not as simple as you think." said the Catwoman. "No one has ever stood up, what about their consequences?"
Fiona soon remembered something her father told her. It was the source of his nightmare for a long time. She couldn't help but shivered, but held the coffee and said, "If I can't."
Live like a hero, at least I can die like my father.”
The Catwoman then had some different eyes on her. But when she remembered what Schiller had told her, he still knocked on the table and said, "You must be alive, Miss. Because not only the upper class, but ordinary people will also find that your father will start.
A great journey.”
"As the heir to your father's will, you are an important spiritual symbol. If you fall down easily, your loved ones will be in pain and your enemy will be imminent."
"Then what do you think I should do?" Fiona breathed in a hurry. She felt excited, but also nervous.
"Use your relationship with the mayor to convince him to help you." The catwoman leaned closer a little, squatted down, looked at Fiona from bottom to top and said, "You don't have much strength, you must
Grasp every possibility, not only for you, but also for your father.”
Fiona's hand holding the coffee cup gradually tightened. She took a sip of the coffee absent-mindedly.
At this time, the catwoman dropped another bombshell.
"I know who instructed the gunman to kill your father."
Fiona immediately stared at her.
"But you can't go find him, do you know why?"
"Because I can't protect myself?"
The catwoman looked up at her and said, "What if the murderer was on your father's side?"
"What did you say?"
"I mean, if one day you find out the murderer who killed your father and realize that your father is right and he decides to help you, what would you do?"
"I...I don't know..." Fiona shook her head in confusion, and she said, "He assassinated my father, he must be a despicable villain. How could he support my father? Maybe..."
"Do you know what your father would do?"
Fiona was silent. She took a mechanical sip of coffee and said, "He once told me that poor people always vented too much anger on their companions. But that was just bullying the weak. And what he wanted to do was
The weak defeats the strong."
Fiona's lips were tightly pressed against the coffee cup, and her tone seemed a little vague. She said: "He told me that if I feel angry one day, I must look up first. I always don't understand what this is.
It means. But now I seem to understand a little."
The catwoman stood up, held her arms and looked at her and said, "You are already excellent, but you don't know fast enough. You don't have much time."
The coffee cup that Fiona put down collided with the tabletop and made a soft sound. She stood up and said, "I'm going to the municipal building. I'm going to meet the mayor."
When Fiona was taken to the door of the mayor's office by Ms. Weiss, she vaguely saw Gordon's figure. She closed her eyes in pain and paused.
But when I turned around, I saw Ms. Weiss's smiling face.
"Don't be afraid, Miss. Mr. Napier is the best mayor of all time."
Fiona clenched her fists, knocked on the door, and walked in. Gordon's eyes immediately locked on her.
No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!
"Someone wants to kill me," Fiona said.
The pale knight sitting on the office chair stood up suddenly. He hurried to Fiona and said, "Are you okay? Are you injured?"
"No, someone saved me." Fiona calmed down and said, "The thing about Boer is that I'm wrong, I'm too impulsive. But I really don't want to kill anyone. I'm about the trouble I've brought to you.
I feel sorry.”
The pale knight looked at her and said, "I know you are kind-hearted, Miss. Now that things have come to this, there is no need to think about it."
Fiona remembered what the catwoman said, and she pinched the corner of her clothes with her fingers and lowered her head and said, "I dreamed of my father yesterday, remembered some of the things he said to me before. I think I should follow him, for
Ordinary people do more.”
"When I heard about the death betting incident, I was almost mad. So when I received the clue from Boer, I rushed over without thinking. I just wanted to help you."
The pale Knight's expression softened visually. Gordon couldn't say anything. He walked over and looked at Fiona with a heavy step and said, "Maybe you are kind-hearted, but the situation is getting worse and worse."
Now.”
"Can you tell me what's wrong?" Fiona asked.
"Bol's death made them feel deeply afraid. They chose to take extreme measures..."
"for example?"
"If you can't control the criminal, then create the criminal." Gordon turned around and said, "Just two hours after Boer's death, supermarket bombings, bank massacres, serial murders... There have never been so many
A vicious case broke out at the same time. Many people died."
Gordon reached out to cover half of his face. Fiona had imagined that kind of tragic situation, and she said, "Then we can only choose to fight to the end. Sir, I am only 15 years old. I don't want to die. Where are you?"
Gordon's fingertips were trembling. He was not afraid of death, but he had a daughter, not much older than Fiona. He promised her mother to raise her well.
In addition, those who died in the tragedy were all because he failed to catch the culprits at once. He was responsible for their deaths. The most important thing was that more people could not be killed.
The police had no power to kill people, but he had been forced into a dead end. He had no other choice.
Gordon didn't know how he walked out of the municipal building. When he returned to the police station, he saw an extended black sedan parked at the door.
As soon as he walked into the police station hall, he saw a man in a suit swaggeringly walking out under the guidance of others.
It was one of the few culprits who were caught by him. A second-generation ancestor who was slow and stupid enough, but they still sacrificed two police officers to arrest him. One of them was only 18 years old and had just left the police academy.
graduate.
The second generation ancestor deliberately hit Gordon, shook his head and said, "I've told you a long time ago that I'll be able to go out soon. You wait, wait until I go back and tell my dad, you're dead!
”
"I heard you have a daughter. If you don't want to lose your job as a director, then let her come to me personally to apologize. Maybe for her sake, my dad will leave you with an ordinary police job.
Or you can come to my house to apply for a security guard when you can’t pay your credit card, haha.”
After saying that, he patted Gordon on the shoulder and walked out of the police station under the gaze of everyone.
The moment he heard the sound of the car starting, Gordon felt a string in his mind break.
He paused for only a second, picked up the keys of the police car from the table next to him, and walked out of the back door of the police station.
Half an hour later, Gordon stood on the edge of Gotham Bridge. He took off his hat and exhaled tremblingly.
There was hazy morning light ahead, behind us was bustling with traffic, dark clouds above our heads, and steel under our feet.
The fibers on his body woven into his skin, and every movement brought countless waves. The police badge on his chest melted into his lungs, and every breath splashed out steel flowers. The boots under his feet pierced into the land, and every step was
The iron blood takes root.
The Gotham River rose from cold fog, and the second half of the luxury car gradually sank into the water, like a mountain swallowed by the abyss.
When he stared at the abyss, the abyss looked back at him.
Gordon saw Schiller standing by the river bank, and was also looking up at him.
Schiller's lips moved, and Gordon could not hear his voice. But he heard it again, and the voice deep in his heart.
"I've witnessed everything, you have no choice. James Gordon."