Chapter 130: 30. Continued Gotham nightmare [29/100]

In the next few days, it was calm and calm, and people wondered whether Gotham had already passed the worst period.
But only a small number of people know that a group of lunatics are hiding in this city. In the dark, he grinned and planned his evil career. No one knows who the next bullet he will shoot at...but at least Right now, they are safe.
Some embarrassed Maloney and Woods and other gangsters came out of the prison. They have money. This year, money basically has everything, but even if they spend a lot of bail money to save themselves I made it, but I have become an orphan. Although there are still younger brothers to drive, it is a pity that the most fierce and effective manpower has been imprisoned. As long as Harvey Dent’s accusation does not end, they will Don't think about it.
8 big guys look at me and I look at you, and then leave in a quiet car, even if the strength is severely damaged, their business still has to be done. After ten minutes, the only big man Todd Belt rooted in the central city Full of exhaustion returned home.
It was a luxurious apartment. It was probably the massacre that the Red Devil had set off that scared everyone. So no matter where he went, Todd was followed by four loyal brothers who were full of guns and ammunition.
But when they walked into the house, they smelled the cigar. When Todd turned around, he saw a figure sitting on his luxuriously decorated sofa with his back to him, and could not see his face. I can only see the fingers sticking out of the sofa and holding the cigar.
"Who are you! Damn, how dare you break in here!"
The anger caused by the humiliation that Todd endured in the prison burst out at this moment, and his younger brother also pulled out his gun, and at the next moment, the guy in the black trench coat stood up, holding in his hand A sheathed black straight-edged knife turned around to meet the eyes of five people. It was a mottled, slightly broken, twisted ghost face with three charred black claw marks.
"Hello, Todd Jefferson...I, I have been waiting for you for a long time..."
An hour later, Gordon received the call.
"Director, I'm sorry... But Todd died, and died in his house."
"what?"
A trace of pain flashed on Gordon's face. He had probably guessed what was going on, but he still had to do what he should do. He relieved his breath and dropped the phone.
"Robin!"
"Robin?"
The office door was pushed open and a brown-skinned policewoman asked,
"Director, what's the matter? Officer Robin asked for a 10-day long vacation...you approved it yourself."
"Oh. Yes, I have forgotten."
Gordon patted his head. Recently, the white hair on his head hid at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and he looked much older. He said to the policewoman while holding his clothes,
"Sergeant Naramiz, the police station gave it to you, and I will go out."
He glanced left and right, lowering his voice, "Look at that bastard!"
"Well, I know, Secretary."
Ramirez's eyes flashed firm, "I'll watch him well! Rest assured."
Thanks to Gotham’s terrible traffic, Gordon arrived at the scene of the crime scene 10 minutes later. When he walked into Todd’s house, he saw the large knife in the wall with four knives. Body.
That is Todd... Beside the corpse, a line of blood almost occupied most of the wall.
"BloodwillhaveBlood"
"eye for eye…"
Gordon murmured to himself, and at this moment, his cell phone jumped,
"Didi, Dididi"
"Hello, Rachel, what's up?"
"Gordon, the evidence room in the prosecutor's office was stolen..."
Rachel's voice was a bit unmasked, "Saibe took away his stuff."
"I already knew...I saw it too."
Gordon seemed to have lost his soul and hung up the phone, but within 5 minutes, his cell phone rang again,
"Secretary... Albert, dead."
Albert is another gang leader. Less than 2 hours after Todd’s death, there are only 6 gang leaders that have just been released.
Cyber ​​no longer appeared as a red devil, but Gordon found that when he became an ordinary person, his lethality and deterrent power were almost magnified more than 10 times, just like a drop of venom, integrated into the lake No one wants to catch him.
And now it seems that Cyber's idea is very clear... At least until all the gang leaders in this city die, he won't stop, just like a hunter with a hunting field set up, waiting patiently for his prey. Access to the Internet.
And Gordon, like an extremely disgusted, but helpless ranger who wanted to protect those prey, could only watch this happening, his fists clenched tightly, and was taken off the wall. The body of Todd, he felt helpless.
"Go back to prison..."
Gordon muttered to himself.
"what?"
I asked the detective beside him curiously, and saw Gordon roaring like an angry lion at this moment,
"Call the gangsters, and if they don't want to die, they will go back to the prison for me...only if they are there, they are safe."
The detective had never seen the director so angry, he only promised to call, then Gordon’s cell phone rang again, and he snapped it on his ear angrily.
"Damn it, who is dead again?"
"Gordon! Come back! Ramirez was injured and the clown ran away!"
"puff"
Gordon felt a fishy smell in his throat. He felt that everything in front of him was shaking. The walls, blood stains, and the ground were like an earthquake. He felt poor breathing, but just when he wanted to hold the wall. At that moment, everything in his vision fell down.
It's like the whole world collapsed in an instant.
"boom"
The busy policemen turned around and saw that their chief had fallen to the ground. In an instant, the whole scene of the crime scene was in chaos.
"Huh, poor Gordon..."
Cyber ​​watched the news on the TV hanging on the wall and saw the news that Gordon was sent directly to Gotham Hospital. He smiled and picked up the popcorn beside the bed with no heart. The movie looked interesting, and from the surrounding furnishings, he should be a luxurious hotel.
The cyber villa is already empty. Since you want to be a visitor, you have to learn to hide your identity. For cyber, this is almost a familiar journey. After the popcorn is eaten, he pursed his lips and opened it in the wine cabinet. The bottle of wine shrugged to the two men and women who were in the corner, only wearing pajamas, and looked terrified, with a white cloth on their faces.
"Don’t worry, sir and girl, I just borrow your room, you will be free tomorrow morning"
Talking, he yawned,
"Ah, I'm so tired, let me sleep well."
Poor Gordon failed to stay in the hospital for more than 2 days. On the afternoon of the next day, a phone call was made directly to the hospital.
"Excuse me, is dear Mr. Gordon here?"
Gordon's wife picked up the phone. She didn't recognize the voice, but she said politely,
"Sorry, he's inconvenient to answer the phone now, do you have anything?"
"Uh... Mrs. Gordon, right, I just want to apologize to my good friend Secretary Gordon, I am his friend Joker, I want to say, your little girl is so cute, what's her name? Bara?"
That magnetic voice became stubborn, and Gordon, who had changed his face, grabbed the phone and shouted,
"Clown! What do you want to do? Stay away from my family!"
"Huh, listen to this angry voice, listen to this violent tone, you really make me feel sad, my Gordon, haven't we played well before?"
In the dim house, the clown was playing with the pistol in his hand. He was laughing. The white paint on his face was also beating. Even the terrible scar with the corner of his mouth was beating more fiercely. Opposite him, two were tied to the chair. Police officer, their mouths were covered with towels, and the table in front of them was filled with various playing cards.
The clown looked at the arrangement with satisfaction, he snorted frivolously,
"Relax, the crying and troublesome kids hate it the most. I just want to play a game with you. We all like games, don't we?"
He paused, holding the phone between his cheeks and shoulders, playing with the pistol in his hands,
"Batman doesn't take off his mask one day, Gotham will die every day. I'll forget. I missed it for about 2 days, so today I plan to make up for what I owe... Oh, yes, 126 Orchard Street No. Harvey Dent, he is here."
After talking, he threw the phone aside and raised the muzzle.
"Why should you be so serious? Come and smile."
"clown!"
"Bang"
Gordon's phone finally came with two gunshots and a whimper before he died. It seemed that his mouth was blocked. There was a busy sound on the phone. Gordon's hand was shaking and he gritted his teeth. , Patted the worried Mrs. Gordon, "You take Barbara...to Star City, to Lance, I will let Ramirez arrange for you and the children, you continue to stay in Gotham... Don't worry, it's not safe here."
Twenty-five minutes later, Gordon walked into the room, a dark, breath rushed into the nostrils, the wires in the house had been cut completely, Gordon turned over the two bodies with gloves, and their faces were used The paint is painted like a clown, twisted, ugly, and their identity can be distinguished only from the coat they wear.
"It's government employees and our police officers, they are... trading poison X... really a scandal!"
Ramirez, who looked pale, said angrily. The white powder that was placed on their feet and scattered all over the place knew almost nothing about it.
She distinguished their appearance a little bit, and found that there was no way to tell. The policewoman was stabbed in the abdomen by a clown, but she insisted on going to work. On the one hand, she also lacked police force. The gangsters in the prison recently cooperated abnormally, more People were arrested and the police were almost always sent to maintain law and order.
She stretched out her hand, difficultly flipped out the ID card on their chest, and then read it out softly,
"Richard Dent"
"Padrick Harvey"
"Harvey Dent... that lunatic, he hasn't given up on the pursuit of Harvey."
Ramirez took a bit of painful breath, and then saw Gordon's face dignified. He reached out and took out the newspaper under the wine bottle. The newspaper was turned over to the obituary block, and a note was posted on it. Gordon's frightened photos also wrote a line of words in poor pen.
"Mr. Anthony Nestor, aged 46..."
"Mayor, his next goal is the mayor... this lunatic!"
Gordon’s words did not fall, Ramirez’s expression stiffened,
"Secretary, tomorrow is the memorial service for Secretary Lauber. The mayor and the politicians of the city hall will attend. Will you say he will?"
"But tomorrow there will be 300 police representatives across Gotham City..."
Gordon took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Unless he is crazy, he cannot be mixed in and attack."
"Don't be lucky, Mr. Secretary."
A low voice rang by the window, Ramirez pulled out the pistol for the first time, and saw the guy in the black armor and black cape, his movements were a little stiff, he said,
"You and I know how crazy he is. He always chooses the offensive location unexpectedly. For such a guy, we can't judge with ordinary people's thinking, so if I am you, I will act carefully."
He walked over to the two bodies, "I need 10 minutes before you come."
"If it weren't for you... they wouldn't die!"
Ramirez suddenly said, "His goal is always only you!"
"Okay, Sergeant! Go out!"
Gordon's voice stopped Ramirez from arguing. She shook her head and walked out. When Gordon and Bruce were left in the room, Gordon wasn't bracing. He leaned against the wall and looked at The two bodies said bitterly,
"I want to stop him by law, but I neglected...in this city, before Harvey came, there was no law at all, no justice, hell, I really don’t know who else I can trust in that police station. …The gang has been driven crazy by Cyber, and they handed over all the resources to the lunatic... The clown's escape was no accident."
"I overestimated myself, I underestimated him."