When Schiller arrived at the Gotham Police Department, Gordon gave him an extremely warm welcome. Specifically, every heavy weapon had been deployed, all aimed in Schiller's direction to prevent him from suddenly pulling something out and blowing up the Police Department.
Schiller did not mind at all. In fact, he was quite satisfied with these security measures.
The Gotham Police Department's firepower was no longer what it used to be. Leaving aside the various heavy weapons and large-caliber artillery, their increased funding had tripled the number of armed officers. Everyone was fully equipped, and Wayne Enterprises had even custom-built armored police cars for them. Their firepower had reached a level where even the Twelve Families would have to take a detour.
Moreover, since the previous Police Commissioner had tragically died in the line of duty, the Gotham Police Department still had no commissioner. However, it was foreseeable that Gordon, as the detective with the highest education, longest seniority, and greatest accomplishments, would take office sooner or later.
Schiller and Gordon went to the Police Department's reception room. Schiller looked around at the decor, then said, "Looks like this place has been renovated. The style is pretty good."
"Because that's the only way to attract more talent." Gordon pulled out a pack of cigars from beneath the table. Schiller raised an eyebrow, because they were expensive cigars, rare fine goods even in Gotham.
"I discovered something," Gordon said. "When I tell police academy students about how to uphold justice, it's hard to move them. But if I show them pictures of this place's luxurious decor, the cigars, and the fine wine, quite a few of them become interested."
"And you're not worried they're coming for the money?" Schiller asked.
Gordon looked at Schiller with some surprise. "What's wrong with you? Don't