Threw Them a Living Daddy

"Ahhh!"

The policewoman was so startled by Downton that she went into a stress reaction. In the end, Downton had to hold her shoulders down to keep her from jumping up.

However, the policewoman's movement knocked Downton's fried chicken loose.

Looking at the piece of chicken on the ground, Downton rolled his eyes, then reached toward the policewoman's hand.

"You knocked over my fried chicken. Giving me your Coke as compensation isn't a problem, right?"

As he spoke, Downton simply snatched the Coke away and took a hearty gulp.

"Whew!"

After exhaling a mouthful of carbon dioxide, Downton comfortably tossed the remaining Coke into the distance.

Passing the cops beside him, he waved at Zsasz, who was still excited.

"Hey, Zsasz, killing me once made you that happy?

If that's the case, you're pretty sensitive too, huh? Hahahaha!"

Laughing loudly, Downton walked over to Gordon and slung an arm over his shoulder.

Across from them, Zsasz froze for a moment before baring his teeth.

"Fuck!"

Seeing Downton reappear so quickly, Zsasz's good mood vanished completely.

"I thought I could make you shut up for a while, but you really are a fucking monster. I shouldn't have gotten any ideas about you!"

With that, Zsasz spat hard.

Then he pointed his gun at Downton and said,

"Annoying as it is, you kept your promise. You don't owe me anything anymore.

Fuck it, you monster, go play by yourself. I still have to wipe out the Dimitrov Family."

"Oh, you're calling me a monster already? Trying to isolate me, are you?

Whatever. I don't care. Go do your thing."

Downton waved dismissively, letting Zsasz return to the laundry room to continue hunting down the remaining Dimitrov Family members.

As Zsasz left, Downton removed his arm from Gordon's shoulder and said with a chuckle,

"My feud with the Dimitrov Family is settled. Now it's your turn."

As he spoke, Downton put his hands together and held them out toward Gordon.

Seeing Downton actually assume a pose of surrender, Gordon first froze, then immediately broke into a delighted expression!

"You... are you turning yourself in?

That's right!

Downton, now that you've had your revenge, you should obey the law. Only then can you live with a clear consc—"

"Fuck!"

Listening to Gordon, Downton cursed loudly as he moved his hands closer to him.

"After all that shit I told you, it was all fucking pointless!

Fuck turning myself in. Fuck this nonsense about following the law to live with a clear conscience. I'm telling you to try arresting me again!"

"Huh?"

Although Gordon was still completely baffled, he instinctively pulled out his handcuffs and efficiently cuffed Downton's hands.

Just as Gordon was about to make further moves to arrest him, Downton suddenly broke free of his control. Then he raised his cuffed hands high and displayed them to the officers across the street.

"Guys, want to see a magic trick?"

Like he was standing on a stage, Downton shook his cuffed hands at the officers across the street.

"If you do, watch closely. It's time to witness a miracle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Downton merely lowered his hands, and his entire body vanished into thin air once more.

Looking at the cluster of flames Downton had left behind, Bartel nodded knowingly in the distance, started his car, and sped after the tracker's signal.

On the street, the officers looked at one another before all crowding around Gordon.

Having watched Downton vanish so easily again, Gordon's expression was grim.

How was he supposed to deal with a criminal like Downton?

Just thinking about Downton's immortality and ability to disappear at any moment made Gordon's scalp tingle. And Zsasz had even said that Downton could grow infinitely stronger!

Damn it, why did a monster like this have to appear in Gotham? What a fucking troubled time!

As Gordon stewed in frustration, the officers gathered beside him began speaking in astonishment.

"Boss Downton's ability is fucking incredible. We can't do a thing to him!"

"I think Gotham's about to change. No matter how formidable Boss Falcone is, he's still just an ordinary man. Ordinary people can't beat Boss Downton!"

"That's right. If I had Boss Downton's abilities, I wouldn't belong to the United States anymore. The United States would belong to me!"

"Think bigger. The whole world would be mine! If I were immortal, I'd fuck every man in the world, then try every kind of perverted trick to my heart's content!"

The one who said that last line was a policewoman, leaving everyone else stunned.

After a long while, a Black officer nearby rolled his eyes so hard they were impossible to miss and asked,

"Rachel, am I not enough for you? I've got twenty c... huh?"

The Black officer paused, because another colleague beside him was also speaking.

"Jesus, Rachel, you fucked me six times in one night. Was that still not enough for you? Do you have a sex addicti... hmm?"

The two of them stopped speaking almost at the same time, then couldn't help looking at each other.

After seeing the exhaustion in each other's eyes, they suddenly high-fived, then both revealed smiles as though they had regained their confidence.

"Next time, together!" The Black officer grinned broadly.

"Absolutely!" The white officer flashed his teeth.

Once they confirmed they were kindred spirits, the two immediately put their arms around each other's shoulders and went aside to exchange experiences on dealing with Rachel.

Such subordinates made Gordon take a deep breath.

He was truly an idiot. Truly. He had actually wanted to use this bunch of trash to catch someone more dangerous than every criminal Gotham had ever seen!

As the only cop in all of Gotham who had not thrown in his lot with Falcone and the others, Gordon had encountered troubles far beyond ordinary people's imagination during his more than twenty years as a police officer.

Every name still shining in Gotham's darkness today—Maroni, Fish Mooney, Oswald—they had all once been Gordon's enemies.

And beyond those Italian mob bosses, there were Sean Riley, the Irishman; Akahara, the Japanese; Moxon, the Brit; Alexandra, the Ukrainian; and Dragos, the Romanian.

Fuck, just thinking about the names of those crime bosses made Gordon's scalp tingle. Gotham truly deserved its reputation as the largest port city in the United States—its ethnic diversity was unmatched in the country.

At least Gordon had once found some comfort in the fact that, although Gotham also had a Chinatown, there were no Asian bosses in it. The Asian boss had settled in Metropolis instead, desperately trying to legitimize his organization.

But now...

Gordon helplessly raised his head and looked at the eternally murky sky above Gotham...

When these Asians did nothing, everything seemed fine. But the moment they acted, they dropped a royal flush!

Gotham never had an Asian boss before, right?

Well, that was great!

The Asians had directly thrown a living daddy into Gotham!

Thinking of this, Gordon painfully covered his face.

Where the hell had this Downton come from? Why couldn't they find him even after checking consumer and tax records across the entire United States?

Had he fallen from the sky?