Chapter 10
The police in Gotham have always followed a rule.
Arrived on the battlefield after the gunfight...Yes, this city is very dangerous. When they use semi-automatic weapons, the bandits have already started to attack each other with fully automatic weapons. The result of poor firepower is that they There is no way to stop these lunatics from fighting each other.
Well, at most after the gun battle is over, sending those who are not dead to the hospital, and sending the dead to the autopsy room for examination, it is easy and happy, and there is no danger.
But tonight, the result of this gun battle at Gotham Pier was beyond the expectations of all police officers. There was no dead person. All of them were tied together and thrown in the corner of the pier. When Sheriff Gordon rushed to the scene with the police, some of the hapless guys did not wake up.
The loading and unloading workers in the small half of the pier all gathered around to watch the excitement. They were knocked over on the ground, and some were beaten into a coma, and their opponents did not use firearms, and they used firearms. They were thrown aside, but they were all demolished.
The most terrible thing is that Falcone, the gangster who arrived at the dock at night to inspect the last batch of goods, was chained to a searchlight, and the shadow cast was illuminated by the rays of light of the searchlight. A vague bat shape was formed in the air.
This is probably the first time that the bat's shadow appears over Gotham. No one knows its meaning yet.
Sergeant Gordon glanced at Falcone, who was just awake and locked in a searchlight and yelling, with a mocking look. This arrogant gang boss now He looked like an old lunatic, he no longer looked at his ugliness, but turned his head and walked into the unclosed container.
There was a carton box filled with most of the space. Gordon picked up a shoddy bear doll from the opened box, squeezed it lightly, and found it. Tricky. There is a bag of poison X hidden inside,
"The evidence is conclusive..."
Gordon muttered to himself, now as long as there is a prosecutor who dares to sue Falcone, this guy will It’s a good thing to spend some time in jail, especially for Gordon, a good policeman in the normal sense who is unwilling to go with Falcone. This means that the whole Gotham will usher in a period of peace. .
They no longer have to worry about frequent disappearances and gang fights.
Just as Gordon continued to inspect the scene, a police officer gasping for breath ran over and said in Gordon’s ear,
"Mr. Gordon, are we here? Sergeant Frass was found in the distance, his pistol was snatched, and... Trainee John Blake was attacked by a mob 2 hours ago and is now seriously injured and is being rescued in Wayne Hospital."
"What! Robin..."
When Gordon heard the first news, he didn't react at all. He didn't care about his partner showing up at the crime scene. This guy died. cannot wipe out the crimes, but the second news made him complexion greatly changed. He threw the doll bear in his hand into the box, and then patted the shoulder of the police behind him,
"Block the scene, I have I informed the prosecutor, to think about your future, Pete, don’t reach out if you shouldn’t. Flas is over, don’t you want to be the sheriff?"
After that, Gordon Moved towards outside the pier and walked over. To his assistant Robin, this young trainee policeman with innate talent, he valued it very much, and he must go and see him.
After Gordon left, the young policeman Pete took a look at the doll that Gordon had thrown on the box. He thought of what Falcone had just ordered, and then recalled what Gordon said. He finally He gritted his teeth and finally turned out of the container and shouted,
"Block the scene! Waiting for the prosecutor to come!"
It was already 20 minutes by the time Gordon arrived at Wayne Hospital. After that, he walked into the corridor of the emergency room and saw old Christian sitting in a chair restlessly. He hurried up,
"old man, Robin, he..."
The old man glanced at Gordon, shook the head, his face was full of pain, his gnashing teeth scolded,
"My son, he was hurt very badly, Jamie, that damn it Bastard... I'm going to kill him! I swear!"
"Don't worry, old man, it will pass."
Gordon glanced at the busy emergency room. He sat next to the old man, the latter took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and said to Gordon,
"It was my guy who saved Robin, but he missed the 4 guys and killed them. , Gordon, I know you are a good policeman, but this time, don’t catch him, even for Robin, Robin would be dead without him."
Gordon’s face changed several times. In the end he was nodded and the old man sighed in relief. Then he heard Gordon say, "Falcone is planted. He was caught by a mysterious person during the drug X transaction. Received. As long as he is prosecuted, he will have to stay in jail for a few years. Jamie will not be a problem soon. Don’t worry, old man, I won’t let them get away with it."
"Okay! Okay!"
The old man said two good words in succession, and then he saw the door of the emergency room being pushed open. The tired doctor took off his mask while focusing on the waiting old man and police Gordon. Long said,
"The child was very lucky. He was sent in time. His life is saved, but he needs at least one year of training."
"Thank you, doctor "
The old man and Gordon hurriedly thanked him, and then watched Robin being pushed out. He had recovered his sanity, and the old man held his hand tightly.
" Child, don’t worry, it’s all over."
Robin moved hard towards the old man and Gordon laughed. This youngster is very painful, but he still It was struggling to say to the old man, "Thank him for me, old man, I owe him one time. "
"Well, Cyber is a good child, I know, you are all good children, take a rest, Robin, stop talking. "
Gordon still has things to deal with. After seeing Robin's safety, he returned to the police station, and the old man dragged his tired body back to the bar early in the morning of the second day. Open the door, and you see Cyber on the floor at the entrance of the bar, with blood stains beside it.
This scared the old man. He walked forward quickly, helped Cyber up, and heard him The old man was only relaxed with the sound of constant and strong breathing. He held Cyber to a side chair and looked at his clothes. It was covered with blood stains. On the right shoulder, the coat and shirt were all covered by some kind of blood. The sharp weapon was slashed away, but the old man took a closer look, and there was no wound on Cyber's shoulder.
This made the old man confused. Since there is no wound, where did the blood stain on his shirt come from?
While checking Cyber's injury, the guy who lay on the floor and slept all night also woke up, he opened his eyes and saw the dignified old man, he called subconsciously ,
"Ah! What are you doing? Crazy old fogey, stay away from me, uh... how is Robin? "
The old man saw that he was awake, and he was still silly, he knew that this guy was not a big problem, but when he thought of saving his good son last night, the old man's expression relaxed. , He threw a key to Cyber casually, and then yawned and walked up to the second floor.
"Robin is okay, thank goodness...he asked me to thank you. By the way, go and change one. Set of clothes. Robin's clothes are in the first room on the third floor. You can find one by yourself. I will rest for a while. You can help look at the store and call me if you have anything to do. Understand? "
"Uh...so hungry. "
Cyber waved his hand weakly, and then closed the door of the bar first. When he saw the silhouette of the old man disappearing on the second floor, this guy quickly rushed to the third floor, and he opened Robin. In his house, he did not choose clothes, but took off his shirt with a solemn expression, and looked around in front of the full-length mirror.
Finally, one thing was confirmed. He has great muscles and a good figure. The most important thing is... he was not injured!
But...when fighting the damn Batman last night, a dart was pierced into his shoulder, and Cyber's fingers touched the skin of the shoulder. There should have been an open wound there. He could even feel the faint pain inside, but the wound disappeared.
"What is this? Superpower? "
Cyber was naked, standing in front of the mirror, clenching his left hand into a fist, as if wanting to feel the unique power in the body, but after maintaining this position for 3 seconds, except He didn't feel anything other than getting hungry.
"Damn it! "
Cyber was a little anxious and took two steps back and forth. He didn't like this kind of thing beyond his control. He took out a pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt in Robin's closet. When he changed his clothes, he quickly thought about what happened last night. In the end, looking at his renewed self in the mirror, Cyber made up his mind.
He took out that one from his hand. The dark silver metal bat dart rubbed it in his hand, and then gestured on the right arm for a few seconds, closing his eyes, gritting his teeth, fiercely and stroking it down.
"Go! It hurts! "
Fifteen minutes later, Cyber, with a bandage on his arm, sat on the bar table with a plate of cut sausages and toasted bread on his face. The experiment failed. He He doesn’t have any superpowers, he will still bleed and hurt after being scratched.
This makes him very uncomfortable, but after feeling that his stomach is getting hungry, he gives up these unfocused things. I plan to get a good night’s sleep after filling my stomach.
Three sausages and 25 slices of bread are enough to feed 3 adults, but Cyber has eaten all these things and still feels like it’s still not enough. While shaving his teeth, he was full of wild thoughts.
It seemed that after coming over, his appetite increased. Cyber looked thoughtful when he watched the dog lick the same plate. He used to have no such appetite.
"Ting Bell"
The doorbell of the bar rang suddenly, interrupting Cyber's thinking. He looked back at the clock hanging on the wall, 10:45, this point Who is it? Or those gangsters who are making trouble?
Cyber stood up, walked to the door of the bar, opened the lock, and then saw a silver suit wearing a masquerade, a tie and hair The guy with a pair of big sunglasses is standing at the entrance of the bar, with his arms around a beautiful girl in a cool dress, surrounded by them, looking at the Cyber opening the door with curiosity. A full-fledged playboy.
And on the street not far from the bar, a lot of people have gathered. What they are watching is the limited edition silver-gray Lamborghini parked on the roadside, this thing. Shouldn’t it be here.
Cyber's looked back from the car, fell on the guy in front of him, and inadvertently swept over the two acted coquettishly women next to him, asking a little impatiently.
"Hi, man, who are you? …Wait, what kind of Wayne are you, I saw you in the newspaper! "
The guy on the other side raised his eyebrows and said in a gentle voice,
"Yes, Bruce Wayne, is Mr. Christian here?" Let me take a look at the bar that will soon belong to me, the old gun, tch tch, which is a good name. "
"Oh..."
Cyber stretched out his voice, looked at Bruce Wayne several times, and then slapped his lips.
"Tch tch, billionaire, son of Gotham, come, please come in, His Highness the Prince, I'm going to call that old fogey down, he has been looking forward to you for a long time. "
After that, the yawning Cyber turned into the bar. Where he didn’t see, Bruce Wayne’s eyes narrowed behind the sunglasses. This guy... last night The guy on the pier who was fighting crazy.
He was also in this bar...
The young playboy walked into a little dark with his arm around a girl, but it was very well arranged. In the taste bar, he looked around for a week, and then laughed with interest. There is still some bloody smell here, um, it seems that things are interesting.