A helicopter's searchlight held them firmly in its beam, and a freak who controlled fire stood before them.
The overwhelming gap in strength left Gordon unable to see any hope. Qin Wei had also made arrangements for their current situation, a simple, blunt plan B-surrender.
When they had discussed tactics, Floyd had expressed his confusion over this plan. Wouldn't surrender mean certain death?
But Gordon and Bullock had agreed wholeheartedly with Qin Wei's approach. The dirty cops still had to maintain the image of police officers. Despite the late hour, who knew how many Gotham residents were watching this gunfight between cops and gangsters from behind their curtains?
One-on-one, the dirty cops might have emptied their magazines without a second thought, but there were simply too many people at the scene.
"Everyone, put your guns down!"
Gordon's order soon reached every corner of the battlefield.
Matches Malone had already slipped into an alley amid the chaos. Seeing that their objective had been achieved, the others gave up resisting.
A spectacular drama was unfolding in the Berkeley District. Helicopters circled overhead with a thunderous roar while hundreds of gang members faced the walls, allowing the police to put bracelets on them.
Huge piles of firearms lay in the snow, carried onto riot vans in batches.
"Careful! Don't lose my weapons bag!"
Seeing his beloved bag tossed carelessly into the back of a vehicle, Floyd protested loudly.
His protest earned him a rifle butt to the back of his knee.
"Shut up, you worthless piece of shit, you son of a bitch!" A string of filthy insults poured from the officer's mouth as he held Floyd down with his rifle.
When he put the handcuffs on, he deliberately tightened them until Floyd hissed in pain.
"Does it hurt? There's worse waiting for