Detention room.
Although Arkham Police Department has been renovated and even updated with equipment, the facilities here have not changed at all.
It's even worse, the iron bars are a bit rusty, and the two cages in the detention room are now packed to the brim.
If you take the newspaper of the past month and compare it page by page, you will find that the people in it are all regular readers of the newspaper, including one of the recently famous mayoral candidates.
Gordon walked in with a stack of documents.
The people inside the cage shouted immediately.
"Gordon, what's going on?!"
"Let us out quickly. Is this how your police enforce the law? Is this how you treat us?"
Although those people were eager to speak out, they did not dare to be too aggressive. Their power was useless here.
The several cameras placed in front of them made their imaginations wander, especially what happened last night.
Almost all of them thought that they were the target of a coup, and were afraid that a group of people would come and surprise them.
On their way here, they heard gunshots frequently.
They have reached the highest level of prayer for God. They have never been so devout since they were born.
All the communication equipment on his body was taken away, and he was locked in this dark, narrow, and dilapidated cell.
The ability of human beings to imagine is enough to allow them to think of World War III and even the end of the world.
However, after seeing Gordon, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Although Gordon is a disobedient policeman, he is absolutely righteous!
In other words, they won't be dragged out for a tug-tuk.
Gordon raised his head and looked at the people in the cage, smacking his lips helplessly. Gotham's laws and policies were actually implemented by these bastards.
This made him a little sad.
Actually, when Gordon took the documents and walked downstairs, he was thinking about the consequences of blowing up these people together or prosecuting them one by one with the law.
However, he could still bear the consequences of that speculation.
Incredible.
Gordon shook his head and threw the documents on the table next to him, "Everyone, it's already eight o'clock in the morning. If you don't want to be late for work today, just tell me quickly."
Gordon pulled a chair and sat down, took a camera, and placed it in front of him.
He also plugged in a power cord just in case.
"Okay, tell me all the things you did."
Gordon was so rested that he crossed his legs, took out the instant coffee from his pocket, and brewed it in the thermos on the side.
"Say... what?"
Gotham Court, Your Excellency the Chief Justice, looked a little stiff. He is over sixty years old. He felt like his heart was going to explode after being tortured all night. They actually still asked?
"Gordon, what's going on outside?"
A department manager from the city hall squeezed to the front and shouted angrily, "You are rebelling!"
"Shh, I'm just making a contract. Just like what you are doing, everyone has to have some control over each other in order to live a stable life. Let's talk about it."
Gordon picked up the thermos and shook it.
What he said made sense, but the people in the cage didn't dare to believe him, whether they were in gangs or some other faction.
The name-dropping certificate is an unspoken rule.
We have drank together, taken money, carried guns, bathed in the widow's bed, shared the same fate, and met each other frankly, so naturally we become indescribable good brothers.
However, the guy in front of me is Gordon!
James·Gordon, a thing with no black spots on its body, is this called a contract? This is called surrender, right?
Gordon seemed to have reacted, holding the thermos and blowing a breath, "Don't worry, you can take your time. I once had a record of not sleeping for five days, and I also successfully solved a case. I can wait."
Yes, Gordon can wait.
But at Gotham City, things were already starting to go haywire.
However, ordinary citizens still have to go to work and gossip. Only those dog-legged reporters are still rushing to the front lines.
However, some people couldn't sit still.
They were once known for the darkness of Gotham.
Nothing in Gotham can escape their eyes. They are the real masters of Gotham, and they control the sharp weapons.
Name: Court of Owls.
On an old tower.
People wearing white owl masks, suits, or black robes walked to the front one after another.
Some of the faces under the masks are old, some are young, some are still in their prime, some are late, and some have just grown up.
"What do you think of what happened last night?"
An owl judge who was in charge of presiding over the meeting asked. The surrounding lights went out and the voices of those people also rang out.
"That Asian guy went too far. He should be given a taste of the pain."
"Falcone has surrendered to us! Why should he point fingers at Gotham? He is just a dog!"
"The gunfire last night was noisy, but it disturbed people's sleep. Is this the police who protect Gotham? A joke."
"Not only did he suddenly take action last night, but he also kidnapped officials from the city hall and is now being held in Arkham District."
I don't know who said the words, which suddenly silenced the noisy voices around, and dared to take action against the officials of the city hall...
There were not many fools present.
They were all aristocratic gentlemen who were nice to others but stabbed them in the back, but they also felt a little surprised.
Kidnapping? What the hell is this?
The first thought in their mind was a coup, but this is also a way to directly pin this crime on Miao Mu.
Then, just let the army come in to quell the rebellion.
However, among the kidnapped officials, there are some of their people, which is a bit difficult to deal with. The establishment of Court of Owls is to stay together for warmth.
The meeting formed by the local nobles was mainly to fight against the four major families who established Gotham.
"I'll give you another news. WM Group is growing too fast. If we can't capture them as soon as possible, it won't be long before another four major families appear."
"I propose to use Talon to kill them!"
"Agree!"
"Agree!"
In the darkness, the members of Court of Owls all began to vote. Only the owl judge sitting under the light was waiting for the final decision, and then issued an order on behalf of everyone.
"I suggest using old methods to deal with them, causing riots and disasters, and letting the restless Gotham City people know who the owner of Gotham is!"
"I know some idle mercenaries."
"Some gangs who used to be involved in Gotham can also take advantage of it."
"Killers can also be hired to clean up a group of people."
"Let instructor Talon prepare the plan."
"Final resolution, passed!"
The owl judge sitting under the light raised his head, "The Lord said that when a great flood is sent to clean up the filth and sin in the world, the final sentence of Court of Owls is the death penalty! Clean up Arkham!"