88: Thomas Wayne's methods (I only just got home today, so this will have to do. Starting tomorrow, back to 6,000 words during the day)

When Qin Wei followed the gunfire and rushed into the office, the sight of two bodies left his head buzzing.

"Commissioner Gordon-damn it!"

If he had had a hand free, he would have slapped himself twice. Had he known prison life was this dark, he would have come to rescue his companions at the first opportunity.

But this was no time for self-recrimination. As long as Gordon's consciousness had not completely faded, there was still time.

Qin Wei rushed forward, opened the storage compartment in the center of his belt, and stuffed the Electrum Compound into the wound in Gordon's back.

"James Gordon! You're the strongest man I've ever met-don't you dare give up!"

Qin Wei's hands trembled slightly. Every calamity Gordon had suffered had begun with his plan. If Gordon failed to come back to life in the end, he did not know how he could face Barbara.

That was also precisely why he was so vehemently opposed to teaching Tim hand-to-hand combat.

The good news was that the Electrum Compound took effect almost immediately. The life force originating from The Green rapidly repaired the older man's ravaged body.

Tattered muscle fibers writhed across the wound like climbing ivy, weaving together and filling it in; the dried, clotted blood covering Gordon's body regained its sheen, flowing back into the wound.

But the bad news was that the polluted Green had powerful hallucinogenic effects. Not everyone could withstand those terrifying mental attacks like Qin Wei could.

With a hoarse sound in his throat, James Gordon suddenly opened his eyes, his unfocused pupils filled with darkness.

"Where is this? Is this hell?!"

Roaring, Gordon slapped the ground and sprang up, spinning around to lash a backfist at Qin Wei.

Poor Qin Wei was still immersed in the joy of Gordon's resurrection