Heisenberg bid Bruce farewell and, in the blink of an eye, arrived above Gotham City.
In the distance, he could see people continuously dealing with the chemical plant fire near Narrow Island and the abandoned harbor.
Perhaps this city called Gotham had never possessed justice, but in the face of disaster, its people still worked together as one.
From far away, Heisenberg could see Commissioner Gordon holding a walkie-talkie and constantly deploying police forces.
And Penguin, ordering his men to help put out the fire...
Commissioner Gordon held his walkie-talkie, and his tone was anything but pleasant.
"All of Gotham's fire engines are here. Watch the transmission equipment around the chemical plant, send more firefighters immediately, immediately!
I really don't understand it. They clearly fought all the way to Metropolis, so why did they end up coming back to Gotham?
Does he really love his city that much?!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, another wave of explosions erupted from the chemical plant. Fortunately, this was an uninhabited area, so Gordon's heart did not skip a beat.
"The explosions will probably continue for a while. Tell our officers to watch their safety. For now, just make sure the flames don't spread toward the city.
Good thing this is an uninhabited area. What a blessing!"
Just as he finished speaking, Penguin, less than a hundred meters away, was also suppressing a low roar.
"Get your fat asses moving and put out this damn fire.
Don't give me excuses. The reason is that all three of our workshops are underground there!
If you still want your dividends for the second half of the year, then put out the fire, put it out!!!
Damn it, which genius's advice did I listen to back then? Why did I build the workshops underground in an