Gotham.
Although public safety in Gotham had improved, criminal activity could not be completely stopped.
As long as people could not survive, they would eventually choose to take desperate risks.
Besides, Gotham's people had always been so simple and honest...
Ajani was a mid-level employee at Wayne Enterprises. In her thirties, she had just been promoted into management.
Feeling pleased with herself, she invited a few friends to a gathering.
Thirsty, she got out of the car to buy a bottle of water.
The moment she turned around, someone pressed a gun to her waist.
Ajani jumped in fright, then heard a low voice say, "Don't move, or I'll shoot."
Trembling in terror, she immediately asked, "What do you want? I'll give you everything."
"My bank cards and cash are all in my bag."
She voluntarily gave him everything valuable she had.
But unexpectedly, even so, he still pulled the trigger.
Bang!
With the gunshot, everyone on the street was instantly alarmed and hurriedly fled.
"Why?"
Ajani was dazed as she collapsed into a pool of blood.
She had clearly cooperated.
The robber regretted it too, frozen with fear.
His gun was too old and had gone off by accident.
That was why you should never point a gun at someone.
But now, all he could do was flee.
Wooo-wooo!
The Gotham Police Department responded quickly.
After all, they had been tempered by the high-pressure environment of the past.
When they arrived at the scene, they saw Ajani slowly rise from the pool of blood.
"My hair? What's going on?"
The officers watched Ajani clutch her abdomen and fiercely use clear tape to "wrap up" the wound in her stomach.
"Ma'am, you need proper treatment."
An officer immediately stepped forward and said so.
"No, I need to find someone."