Chapter 750: On TV

Director Gordon was on the phone, and the atmosphere in the office was extremely depressed, and even the secretary outside the door was shaking.
Through the blinds of the compartment, you can see that Gordon's face was red and white, as colorful as the neon lights of Gotham night.
"Three explosions 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. Gordon's hair seemed to be blown out.
"Listen to me, Mr. Mayor, we have a serious shortage of police officers, let alone the EOD team. So far, the investigation around the three explosion sites has not been completed. There is also a suspected leak in the ace chemical plant. I... ...."
Gordon stretched his arms away from the receiver, but the other party's voice was still loud:
"I don't care! If this matter affects my approval rating, Gordon, I will drag you to death!"
"I......."
"Dududu......"
The other party didn't give Director Gordon a chance to argue, so he hung up the phone. It was estimated that he was anxious to discuss countermeasures with his staff, and he was ready to speak at a public press conference.
"Pop!" Gordon slammed the receiver back on the phone, gasping for breath.
The mayor is more stupid than a pig, but he fooled the voters in one set, and all Gotham people were blinded.
Gordon calmed down. After all, the situation is urgent now, not the time to play political games with the mayor.
The most urgent thing is to investigate key enterprises and institutions in the urban area to save 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 puts Gordon under great pressure.
However, the police force is simply not enough. Now there are only internal staff in the police station. Even if these people can get guns, they don't necessarily remember to open insurance...
Gordon's face was wrinkled into walnuts, and he leaned against the chair with his thumbs on his temples and closed his eyes in thought.
"belch......"
In the compartment outside the door, the secretary policewoman sent out a strange figure. Through the blinds, Gordon seemed to see something flashing by when he opened his eyes.
However, before he got up to check, a man in a police uniform came in with a pistol.
"Chief Gordon, please don't move."
Not mentioning the strange face, the evil smile, Gordon knew that the other person was not a good person, and that this person was definitely different from the police officers under him. He opened the insurance and held the large-caliber pistol firmly in his hand.
Gordon retracted his hand and looked at each other deeply with his muddy eyes.
"who are you?"
"The Lama, the director of the Wudangshan Office in Shaolin Temple, is sweet or not." The other party uses a language that Gordon can't understand, with a special rhythm in tone.
"???" Gordon's face froze, but seeing the other party's smirk, the blood vessels on his forehead jumped twice: "You fool me?"
"It's not as serious as you said, after all, everyone in the world will return to normal soon, and you can't remember what you say to you."
The young policeman took a few steps forward, took off his hat and buttoned it on the desk, and brushed his short hair.
This kind of endless answer is the last thing Gordon wants to hear. Although there are many cases of mental illness in his memory, now a lunatic with a gun has quietly entered his office, which is not a good thing.
What does it mean that everyone in the world will return to normal?
Only true lunatics will feel that they are normal, but other people in the world are not normal, right?
However, Gordon is a very experienced police officer. After a brief panic, he quickly calmed down. He put his hands on the table and signaled that he did not resist, then looked at the opponent's eyes and asked seriously:
"What's your request? You can put down your gun and speak slowly. There are many police officers outside. Don't make any misunderstandings."
"Hehe, what do you mean by those miscellaneous fish outside?" The visitor shook his shoulder twice, and replied without a smile: "There are still 77 police officers in the police station. There are also some people who report the crime. I was all stunned and gathered together, and I tied them a big bomb."
As he said, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket, and an unfamiliar program was running on it, and the screen was a red button.
Gordon took a breath. This should be the remote detonation procedure.
And the fact that the other party can easily stun the secretary outside the door means that as long as they are defeated one by one, the civilian police officers in the police station are not his opponent at all.
"You did the three previous bombings in the city?"
"It can be said that I have a few friends in the city. If I didn't walk out of the police station today, they would send the whole Gotham to the sky." The other party put away the gun, and it seems that Gordon is overwhelmed.
The experienced Gordon was silent, and the other party showed a terrifying layout and ability. He had never dealt with such a criminal in his memory.
"Well, what do you want? Money? Amnesty? Transport?"
Su Ming shook his head. He is 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. He couldn't think of the other party's purpose for a while.
Exploding in the city and kidnapping the chief of police, this is stomping the face of the city government on the ground and rubbing wildly. Once this is done, the National Guard will arrive soon, and it will be difficult for the opponent to fly.
But looking at him incomparably calm, as if he had put life and death aside, there was no emotion in his eyes like a deep well.
"The police officers don't have the contact information of the TV station on their mobile phones. I think you, as the chief, must have it?"
Su Ming urged again, holding the mobile phone in his hand, and relaxed sitting opposite Gordon.
Gordon thought for a moment. Now it is not his own life that is in danger, but the entire police station has been threatened by bombs.
It's not worth it. Let the other party be satisfied first and see what he intends to do after calling the media.
"Wait for me to check the number."
Gordon stood up and signaled that he was going to fetch the trench coat behind the door. Su Ming tilted his legs on the desk, as if looking at the stain on the toe of his shoes, flipped his palm and said.
"Please feel free, but I need to remind you that it only takes 0.02 seconds for the electrical signal to pass from the brain to the finger. I will subconsciously press the button when I hear the gunshot, and the bullet can't keep up with my reaction."
Gordon's footsteps paused, his hand reaching for the spare gun turned a corner, and took out a small black notebook from the pocket inside the trench coat.
He sat back at his desk in silence, turned the pages, and then made the call.
"Hello, gctv news channel." A nice female voice came from the earpiece, and the sugar content of the light voice 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 the press conference."
Gordon was very conscious, and even prepared a lie for Su Ming.
"Really? Thank you Director Gordon, our OB van will be here soon."
Gordon put down the phone, and the office was quiet again. The dust particles in the air floated up and down in the sunlight, and his beard trembled slightly.
"No need to contact the paper media?"
"No, as long as the Gotham City TV station releases the news, the public platform and the self-media platform will soon follow, and my goal has been achieved. I am also a reporter, and the paper media will really be eliminated."
Su Ming stood up and shook the phone in his hand to signal Gordon to leave the office.
Gordon's heart froze for a while, so that's it, is this a story of unemployed paparazzi revenge against society...
The director perfected a sad story in his mind. A young paparazzi was living on the street because of the layoffs of the newspaper. His family starved to death because he could not afford to eat. He was full of social indifference and blank eyes.
And all this has turned a paparazzi into an anti-social lunatic. He decided to use illegal means and his previous knowledge to retaliate against society.
Suspects in explosions and arson cases often have anti-social tendencies, and destruction, destruction, and burning are all psychological and external manifestations of their attempts to overthrow society.
Contacting the media even more shows that we must accuse society of cruelty and seek justice and support.
Feeling that he had seen everything through, Gordon 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 police officers who stayed behind were indeed destroyed by him one by one. Now even without super power, Su Ming is confident that he is within two meters. Even if he has a gun, Gordon is not his opponent.
But why did Gordon show sympathy just now? What did he make up for?
"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 resolved through negotiation, even if you commit the most serious crime~EbookFREE.me~ I believe the jury will sympathize with your experience."
Su Ming smiled and nodded, showing a relieved expression: "That's great, I killed a family of seven in Metropolis last night and ate, can you help me talk to the media?"
The smile on Gordon’s face gradually disappeared. This tm is not only anti-social, but also anti-human!
"you......"
"Don't you or me, hurry up, I've been looking forward to an interview with you on TV for a long time." Su Ming pushed Gordon's shoulder, and the old man just shook.
"Did you know me before?" Gordon turned his head and walked toward the stairs. He walked to the elevator just now, but was pushed into the stairwell by the alert opponent.
Su Ming tilted his head and smiled exaggeratedly: "I know you so well, I almost grew up watching your story."
Gordon's psychology froze again. Okay, now there is one more psychological problem for the suspect-Imagination...
Things are getting more and more complicated. Which nursing home released this lunatic?
The wooden stairs made a creaking sound, and no matter how long the road was, the two reached the first floor of the police station through the stairs, and the other raised his hand to indicate that they would stop on the last step.
"Don't go, Chief, I set broadsword mines in the front hall."
"Ahem...Where did you get your military equipment?"
"Don't ask, then, wait to be on TV with me. By the way, what's my hair style now? By the way, if you can't keep laughing during the interview, I will kill the hostage. "
Looking at the criminal with a smile on his face and mastering the detonation procedure, Gordon’s heart is like a glass ball rolling down the steps, constantly making a series of sounds... .8)