As he walked back to his seat, Gordon stared intently at Schiller, as though trying to find some clue on his face. But he truly could not make anything out, so he could only keep rubbing his fingers against his coffee cup, looking exceptionally anxious.
He let out a heavy sigh.
"Don't be so dejected, Director. You've already done well enough, but you clearly underestimated certain people's Greed."
Gordon frowned at him. Of course, he caught the implication in Schiller's words. He carefully reconsidered the tone of the legislator who had called earlier, and his heart suddenly sank.
"You mean the people in the State Legislature know about GTO's income?"
"That was a huge sum, Director. They aren't that stupid." After saying that, Schiller silently added, They actually are, so I had no choice but to be a public-spirited citizen and report it.
The fingertips gripping Gordon's coffee cup began to turn white, and pain still showed uncontrollably on his face. He looked at Schiller and said, "I'm a police officer. If I had any talent for political infighting or finance, I wouldn't be here."
"It's all right, Director. At least when it comes to your actual duties, you've done an excellent job." Schiller continued praising him in an utterly calm tone.
Yet it did not make Gordon happy in the slightest, because it sounded far too much like another way of saying, "My condolences."
"No, GTO absolutely cannot be disbanded." Gordon said, "They've brought the greatest improvement to Gotham's public safety in history, even greater than Batman. They cannot be destroyed like this."
"Yes, I agree with you." Schiller nodded. "If there had never been any hope, then naturally no one would insist on it. But once hope has been seen, no one would willingly give it up so