"Why would I go back? I'm still on vacation, aren't I? And my injuries haven't healed. People? I'm in Star City. No, I'm not going. Do you think I'm an idiot like Jerry? The Major Crimes Unit is so busy they can't even go home once every three days."
The beach, the waves, the blazing sun—though it was winter now, Star City's seaside resort was summer all year round. It was even better than Coast City. No wonder tourism was so well developed here.
Miao Mu lay on a beach chair, holding his phone in one hand and a bottle of ice-cold beer in the other. Sunglasses covered his face as he watched the bikini-clad beauties playing by the shore.
What peaceful days. It was enough to bring tears to one's eyes. Miao Mu sucked the drool from the corner of his mouth and took a sip of beer.
"I'm not going back! We'll talk after my vacation is over. Besides, I'm a detective under the Arkham Police Department. If I go back, I'll be promoted to sheriff. You can keep struggling with that Major Crimes Unit place yourselves."
"You can't put it that way. A talent like you is being wasted at the Arkham Police Department." Gordon's voice came through the phone.
His voice carried exhaustion, weariness, and the yawns of someone deprived of sleep. Clearly, this period had worn him out badly too.
Gotham Police Department's three strongest divisions—the Homicide Division, the Major Crimes Unit, and the Special Action Team—Gordon had served in all of them.
The Homicide Division handled murder cases. The famous shooting of the Waynes had been handled by Homicide. Gordon had been very young then, and it had also been his first time meeting Bruce Wayne.
The Major Crimes Unit, as its name implied,