"Bring my license with you!" the robber shouted himself hoarse.
"Of course. It's evidence of your crime!" Gordon shrugged and started the car.
Compared to the robbery license, Gordon was more curious about why this man showed no panic whatsoever despite already being caught. He even had the mood to babble about some damn license?
Where did this guy get his confidence from?
Could he possibly be expecting someone to come save him?
Gordon and Harvey exchanged a glance. After working together for so long, they had already developed considerable tacit understanding and could grasp each other's intentions without speaking.
Both of them became more vigilant.
Neither of their police cars had ever been hijacked, but that did not mean Gotham's criminals would not dare to hijack a police car. On the contrary, police vehicles transporting important gang figures were often ambushed...
Could this robber be someone important?
Soon, the two returned to the Gotham City Police Department.
Contrary to Gordon's expectations, nothing unexpected happened along the way. The trip was very peaceful.
The next step was naturally the interrogation.
Gordon did not have to expend much effort interrogating the robber. On the contrary, the robber was extremely cooperative.
Gordon had barely opened with a question before the robber poured out everything he knew like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.
Gordon finally understood what had happened.
And the last trace of luck in his heart was utterly shattered.
This robbery license had indeed been issued by Cobblepot, but it had not been issued for free.
It had to be purchased with money!
This robbery license had cost the robber his entire savings of one hundred thousand dollars!
Gordon's previous guess had come true!
Not long ago, Cobblepot had issued a new rule: on his turf, only those holding licenses