Director Gordon was on the phone. The atmosphere in the office was extremely depressing. Even the secretary outside the door was trembling.
You can see through the blinds of the cubicle that Gordon's face turns red and white, as colorful as the neon lights in Gotham at night.
"Three bombings in fifteen minutes! Three! What will happen next?!"
A beast-like roar came from the phone receiver. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Gordon's hair seemed to be blown into chaos.
"Listen to me, Mr. Mayor, we have a serious shortage of police officers, let alone explosive ordnance disposal teams. So far, the investigation around the three explosion sites has not been completed. There is also a suspected leak at the ace chemical plant. I...
....”
Gordon stretched his arm away from the receiver, but the other person's voice was still loud:
"I don't care! If this affects my approval rating, Gordon, I will drag you to death!"
"I......."
"Dududu..."
The other party did not give Director Gordon a chance to defend himself and hung up the phone directly. He was probably anxious to discuss countermeasures with his staff and was preparing to speak at a public press conference.
"Pah!" Gordon slammed the receiver back on the phone and gasped.
This mayor is dumber than a pig, but he is so good at fooling voters that all the people of Gotham are blind.
Gordon calmed down. After all, the situation now was urgent and it was not the time to play political games with the mayor.
The top priority is to investigate key businesses and institutions in the city to avoid the next bomb explosion, because the suspect left a message with paint outside the explosion site, claiming that there are more than ten bombs in Gotham City.
This put Gordon under a lot of pressure.
However, the police force is simply not enough. There are only internal staff left in the police station. Even if these people can hold a gun, they may not remember to turn on the insurance...
Gordon's face was wrinkled into a walnut, he pressed his thumbs on his temples and leaned on the chair with his eyes closed in thought.
"belch......"
In the cubicle outside the door, the female police secretary made a strange figure. Through the blinds, Gordon seemed to see something flashing past when he opened his eyes.
However, before he could get up to check, a man in police uniform came in with a pistol raised.
"Director Gordon, please don't move."
Not to mention the unfamiliar face, just the evil smile, Gordon knew that the other person was not a good person, and this person was definitely different from the police officers under him. He held the large-caliber pistol with the safety open firmly in his hand.
Gordon withdrew his hand and looked deeply at the other person with his cloudy eyes.
"who are you?"
"The director of the Wudang Mountain Office in Shaolin Temple, the Great Lama Tianbu La." The other party used a language that Gordon could not understand at all, and his tone had a special rhythm.
"???" Gordon's face froze, but when he saw the other party's evil smile, the veins on his forehead jumped twice: "Are you kidding me?"
"It's not as serious as you said. After all, everyone in the world will return to normal soon, and you won't be able to remember anything I say to you."
The young policeman took a few steps forward, took off his hat and placed it on his desk, and brushed his short hair with his hands.
This kind of lackluster answer is the last thing Gordon wants to hear. Although there are many cases of mental illness in his memory, now a gun-wielding madman has quietly entered his office. It is not a good thing no matter how you look at it.
What does it mean that everyone in the world will return to normal?
Only true madmen will feel that they are normal, and everyone else in the world is not normal, right?
However, Gordon was a very experienced police officer. After a brief panic, he quickly calmed down. He put his hands on the table to indicate that he was not resisting, then looked into the other person's eyes and asked seriously:
"What is your request? You can put down your gun and speak slowly. There are many police officers outside. Don't cause any misunderstanding."
"Haha, are you talking about those trash fish outside?" The visitor's shoulders shook twice, and he replied with a smile: "There are 77 police officers in the police station, and there are also some people who have come to report the crime. They have already
I knocked them all out and gathered them together, and I tied a big bomb to them."
As he spoke, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket, with an unfamiliar program running on it. The screen showed a red button.
Gordon took a breath, this should be the procedure for remote control detonation.
And the other party could easily knock out the secretary outside the door, which shows that as long as he defeats them one by one, the civilian police officers in the police station are no match for him.
"Were you responsible for the three previous bombings in the city?"
"It can be said that I have a few friends in the city. If I don't walk out of the police station today, they will send the entire Gotham to heaven." The other party put away the gun, apparently thinking that Gordon was certain.
The experienced Gordon was silent. The other party showed a terrifying layout and ability. He had never dealt with such a criminal in his memory.
"Okay, what do you want? Money? Amnesty? Transportation?"
Su Ming shook his head. He was not a robber: "I want to be on TV. Can you contact the TV station for me?"
"..." Gordon didn't expect this kind of request, and for a moment he couldn't even imagine what the other party's purpose was.
To carry out explosions in the city and to hold the police chief hostage is to stamp the face of the city government on the ground and frantically rub it. Once this is done, the National Guard will arrive soon, and the opponent will be unable to fly.
But he looked extremely calm, as if he had no regard for life and death. There was no emotion in his eyes like deep wells.
"The police officers don't have the TV station's contact information on their mobile phones. I think as the chief, you must have it, right?"
Su Ming urged again, holding the phone in his hand and sitting relaxedly opposite Gordon.
Gordon thought for a while and realized that it was not his own life that was in danger now, but the entire police station was under a bomb threat. If the other party did not go his way, all the hostages would go to heaven.
It's not worth it. Let's satisfy the other party first and see what he plans to do by calling the media.
"Wait while I check the number."
Gordon stood up and signaled that he was going to get the windbreaker behind the door. Su Ming crossed her legs on the desk, as if looking at the stains on the toes of her shoes, turned her palms and said.
"Please help yourself, but I need to remind you that it only takes 0.02 seconds for the electrical signal to travel from the brain to the fingers. When I hear the sound of a gunshot, I press the button subconsciously, and the speed of the bullet cannot keep up with my reaction."
Gordon's steps paused, his hand reaching for the spare firearm turned a corner, and he took out a small black leather notebook from the inner pocket of his windbreaker.
He sat back at his desk silently, started turning the pages, and then made a call.
"Hello, gctv news channel." A nice female voice came from the receiver, and the sugar level of the voice alone had three plus signs.
"I am Jim Gordon, the chief of the Gotham City Police Department. We have captured the suspect in the bombing. Please send a reporter to attend the press conference."
Gordon was very conscious and even prepared lies for Su Ming.
"Really? Thank you, Director Gordon. Our broadcast truck will be here soon."
Gordon put down the phone, and silence returned to the office. The dust particles in the air floated in the sunlight, and his beard trembled slightly.
"No need to contact the print media, right?"
"No, as long as the Gotham City TV station publishes news, the public platform and self-media platform will soon follow. My goal has been achieved. By the way, I am also a reporter. Print media is really going to be eliminated."
Su Ming stood up, shook the phone in his hand, and motioned for Gordon to leave the office.
Gordon's heart skipped a beat. So that's it. Is this a story about an unemployed paparazzi taking revenge on society...
The director completed a sad story in his mind. A young paparazzi was laid off by a newspaper and lived on the street. His family members starved to death because they could not afford to eat, and he suffered from the indifference and contempt of society.
All of this turned a paparazzi into an anti-social lunatic. He decided to use illegal means and his past knowledge to take revenge on society.
Suspects in bombings and arson cases often have anti-social tendencies. Destruction, destruction, and burning are all psychological manifestations of their attempts to overthrow society.
Contacting the media also means that you want to accuse society of cruelty and seek justice and support.
Gordon, who felt that he had seen through everything, glanced at Su Ming, with a hint of sympathy in his eyes besides firmness.
"???"
Su Ming raised an eyebrow.
The so-called bomb did not exist, but the remaining police officers were indeed destroyed by him one by one. Even without super power, Su Ming was confident that within a two-meter range, Gordon would not be his opponent even if he had a gun.
But why did Gordon show a sympathetic expression just now? What was he thinking?
"Please, Director Gordon, let's go to the lobby on the first floor and wait for the reporters."
"Please exercise restraint. There is no problem that cannot be solved through negotiation. No matter how serious a crime you have committed, I believe the jury will sympathize with your experience."
Su Ming smiled and nodded, showing an expression of relief: "That's great. I killed a family of seven and ate them in Metropolis last night. Can you help me talk to the media?"
The smile on Gordon's face gradually disappeared. This person is not only anti-social, but also anti-human!
"you......"
"I'm sorry, let's go quickly. I've been looking forward to being interviewed on TV with you for a long time." Su Ming pushed Gordon's shoulder, but the old man just shook his head.
"Have you known me before?" Gordon turned around and walked towards the stairs. Just now he was walking towards the elevator, but was pushed into the stairwell by the alert opponent.
Su Ming tilted his head and showed an exaggerated smile: "You and I are very familiar. I almost grew up watching your stories."
Gordon's mind twitched again. Well, now there is another psychological problem for the criminal suspect - delusion...
Things are getting more and more complicated. Which sanatorium released such a lunatic?
The wooden stairs made a creaking sound, and no matter how long the journey was, the two of them reached the first floor of the police station through the stairs, and the other party raised his hand to indicate that he would stop at the last step.
"Don't leave, Director, I've set up broadsword mines in the hall ahead."
"Ahem...where did you get the military equipment?"
"Don't ask, just wait and go on TV with me. By the way, what's my hairstyle like now? By the way, if you can't keep smiling during the interview, I will kill you hostage.
"
Seeing the criminal with a smile on his face and mastering the detonation program, Gordon's heart was like a glass ball rolling down the stairs, constantly making a series of sounds like "thump, thump, thump"...