I Create the League of Heroes in Gotham

"Bruce, we meet again. I'm so sorry, we still haven't caught the murderer of your parents..."

Gordon apologized to Bruce Wayne.

In reality, this wasn't the first time they'd met. Gordon and Harvey had responded to the scene when the Waynes were shot.

At the time, Gordon had comforted Bruce and promised that he would bring the killer to justice.

But now, there wasn't even a lead. According to the latest information, it was just a common street robbery, no different from the ones that could happen at any moment outside the police station in Gotham. How could they even begin to investigate?

This made Gordon feel nothing but guilt when he saw Bruce again, and he couldn't bring himself to blame him.

Mentioning his parents, Bruce's small face drooped again.

But after his butler, Alfred, patted his shoulder as a reminder, Bruce forced himself to calm down.

"I believe you, Detective Gordon," Bruce nodded at him. "I hope you catch my parents' killer soon. I've become strong as you told me to."

Young Bruce Wayne held deep respect for Gordon, a detective of justice.

Although their conversation was filled with platitudes, the sadness in Bruce's eyes cast a larger shadow over Gordon's heart.

His promise, his superior's orders, his sense of justice...

Gordon remained lost in his dilemma until Bruce Wayne left the police station with his butler, Alfred.

"Partner, let's go take another look for any new leads in the Wayne shooting case."

In the end, Gordon chose to yield to reality appropriately, not by abandoning his sense of justice, but by preserving it for the future to protect more people.

Simply put, he couldn't fight the system.

As soon as they arrived at the evidence room, they saw the technical consultant, Edward Nygma, holding an evidence bag with a smile, asking them.

"Guess what this is, folks?"

"Just tell us, Edward," Harvey was in no mood to guess. He could already imagine how miserable he and Gordon would be if they couldn't wrap up this case quickly. "If I wanted to guess riddles, I'd read the funny pages of the newspaper."

Edward's smile faltered, and he finally lowered his head, reading from his notes.

"A 45 caliber brass hollow-point bullet was found inside Thomas Wayne's chest."

Gordon's eyes lit up, and he took the evidence bag.

"This is a bullet worth $6?"

As a former Marine, Gordon was very familiar with all sorts of firearms and ammunition. Such a bullet could provide more clues.

For example, the killer's weapon, trajectory, economic status, the source of the weapon...

"Guess what gun..."

"Alright, stop guessing!" Harvey impatiently interrupted Edward. "Just tell us."...

Edward's smile finally disappeared. After a moment of silence, he said.

"We couldn't find any information on this gun in our database, and no fingerprints were recovered from the bullet..."

"Any other findings?" Harvey's mood worsened.

He knew Gotham well. No one knew the exact number of illegal guns in Gotham, just as no one knew the exact number of gang members.

New gangs were born every day, and new illegal guns flowed into Gotham every day.

How could they possibly investigate this!

"What is everywhere, present everywhere, but when you say it exists, it doesn't?" Edward posed another question.

This time, Gordon managed to answer, which surprised Edward. His eyes then lit up.

"Nothingness (no findings)?"

Harvey's mood was utterly terrible.

"Edward, honestly, you really should see a therapist."

He just dropped that one sentence before pulling Gordon away from the evidence room, leaving Edward standing there, watching their retreating figures in silence.

Were his riddles really that uninteresting?

Outside the evidence room, Gordon summarized the known clues.

"The killer wore expensive leather shoes and used high-end ammunition. The street robbers didn't know about this person. Perhaps this was a professional assassin or an enemy of the Waynes, not a robber!"

Harvey threw on his coat and looked at Gordon irritably.

"Even if you're right, how did he know the Waynes would take that alley? Bruce Wayne said they decided to go that way on a whim that day."

This statement left Gordon completely speechless.

"Alright, partner, we need to hurry, or we'll have to go find Fish Mooney. That theater district is her territory..."

Harvey had something else he didn't tell Gordon.

In Gotham, there were ways to solve problems. Although Gordon couldn't accept these methods, they could extricate him and Harvey from this mess. Even continuing to investigate Khada Jhin would be safer than getting involved in this deadly trouble...

Chapter Twenty-Three: The War Is About to Begin!

Meanwhile, Li Wei was still unaware that the focus of the Gotham Police Department, or rather Gordon's investigation, had shifted back from Khada Jhin to the Wayne shooting case.

After leaving Arkham Asylum, Li Wei headed straight for Gotham's affluent district.

Compared to the squalor of the Arkham district, the wealthy area was clearly a completely different world.

Here, there were no homeless people or street robberies everywhere.

Instead, there were neat shop windows lining the streets, luxury cars everywhere, and elegantly dressed wealthy people on the streets.

Li Wei's purpose for coming here was naturally not to sightsee; he needed to do some shopping at the furniture store.

Only the wealthy district offered high-end custom furniture services. Even the best-off families in the slums could only afford ready-made furniture, while others had to buy second-hand or even pick up discarded items from trash heaps.

He took a taxi to the furniture store.

It had to be said, the saying "clothes make the man" was absolutely true.

The suit he was wearing made him look at least like a successful person.

This allowed Li Wei to avoid most useless trouble and disdainful glances. He was even warmly welcomed by a salesperson as soon as he entered the furniture store.

"Hello, sir, what would you like to purchase? We are the best furniture store in all of Gotham City, offering international high-end brands and custom orders. Whatever you desire, we have..."

Li Wei waved his hand, interrupting the salesperson. Instead of being annoyed, the salesperson's smile grew even wider.

Now that's what a rich person is like!

What to buy?

The first thing, of course, was a bed!

He was sick of the creaky little bed in the office!

And he wanted the most luxurious one!

His account currently held over five million in cash alone, not including the prison medical subsidies yet to be issued by the city hall. He deserved to enjoy himself!

Upon hearing Li Wei's words, the salesperson's reasonably attractive face broke into a wide smile!

The commission for custom orders wasn't low. If she provided good service, the commission from a single piece of furniture could equal her monthly salary!

Amidst the salesperson's fawning smile, Li Wei began browsing the custom order section.

"How much is this? Ten thousand US dollars? No, too cheap..."

"This one is thirty thousand US dollars? Still no, I want the most expensive..."

"Hmm, this one is good, one hundred thousand US dollars. I'll take it! Swipe the card!"

In the end, the salesperson's facial muscles were so stiff from smiling that Li Wei had ordered the most expensive bed in the entire furniture store.

Spending other people's money was truly comfortable!

Li Wei didn't understand any of the custom materials the salesperson described.

It wasn't that he wanted to be ripped off, but he knew one thing for sure.

You can doubt the moral bottom line of capitalists, but you can never doubt their judgment.

Especially in this capitalist country, expensive usually meant there was a reason for it.

If he met a girl he liked in the future, he could use this to invite her over.

My bed is big and comfortable, do you want to lie on it...

In fact, the salesperson herself wanted to lie down with Li Wei, but Li Wei was completely unfazed by her flirtatious glances and ignored them.

Because it was a custom order, the bed needed to be transported to Gotham City from out of town and wouldn't arrive at the Gotham docks for another two days.

Li Wei wasn't in a hurry; he could afford to wait.

After selecting the large bed, Li Wei didn't rest. He started choosing other furniture and various home decoration materials.

Of course, when it came to other items, Li Wei wasn't as generous.

He basically only chose materials with the best cost-effectiveness.

His own room only needed a large bed; everything else was for the Arkham Asylum patient rooms.

After all, he wasn't the one living there.

A good living environment for patients would not be conducive to their recovery and rehabilitation!

After finishing his shopping, the salesperson enthusiastically recommended a renovation company to Li Wei, but he decisively refused.

Are you kidding me!

He was already buying the materials and furniture himself!

Was he supposed to pay for the installation too?

The patients should renovate their own rooms! More labor would lead to better recovery and rehabilitation! People shouldn't be idle; idleness leads to illness!

Ten hours of work a day would be enough!

Li Wei swore that he was definitely not exploiting or oppressing the patients. This was simply his unique treatment method, and it would make every patient who came to Arkham Asylum feel right at home!

For the next two days, Li Wei was completely busy.

He spent his days purchasing various materials, and trucks were constantly entering and exiting the gates of Arkham Asylum.

The asylum, closed to the outside world for fifteen years, finally had a flicker of life.

After Dr. Hugo returned from the Court of Owls, he plunged back into the laboratory, still racking his brain about how to synthesize the Rage Potion. Li Wei couldn't offer much help.

It seemed everything was back on track.

However, the only thing that struck Li Wei as odd was that the partnership of Gordon and Harvey hadn't bothered him again since their last visit to Arkham Asylum.

Could it be that these two had completely cleared themselves of suspicion?

He had also roughly flipped through the profile and information on Khada Jhin that Dr. Hugo had brought back from the Court of Owls.

A unified signature appeared on these analytical documents – Edward Nygma.

As expected of the future Riddler, his analysis in the documents was already very accurate.

Li Wei was naturally on the suspect list, although his suspicion was very low.

Given Gordon's personality, while he wouldn't frame anyone, he also wouldn't let go of investigating any suspect.

Until one evening, Li Wei saw the partnership of Gordon and Harvey again on Gotham TV.

"...The recent shooting of the Waynes, executives of Wayne Enterprises, has finally concluded today. According to Detective James Gordon and Detective Harvey Bullock of the Gotham Police Department, the perpetrator has been identified as Mario Pepper..."

The news on television was explaining the latest developments in the case.

"...The perpetrator resisted arrest with a firearm during the pursuit and has now been killed..."