Jim Gordon leaned over and hid behind a police car. At this moment, he even complained a little bit about why the Arkham Asylum was rebuilt so solidly. Hundreds of prisoners seized the weapons of the prison guards in the prison area. The bastards were like bloodless bloody desperates, and for a time, the police could not lift their heads.
"Damn, what about the armed helicopter that the security team applied for?" He shouted back.
Suddenly ... Jim Gordon froze.
A police officer behind him was reporting something to him, but he didn't hear a word ... because, he saw the far horizon, a round of light floating in the night sky.
It was a signal, and Gordon was very familiar with it, because this signal was used frequently by him himself, except that since that night many years ago, this light spot had never lighted up.
But ... why is it appearing again tonight?
Isn't that person already dead? Yes, he is dead!
So who sent this signal, who is he calling?
Jim Gordon stared blankly at the sky like a legendary ghost creature, unable to remove his eyes while looking at the full moon. The roaring sound rang again, as thousands of trains pressed their heads and lifted their heads.
"Secretary? Are you listening?" The police officer behind noticed Gordon's strange behavior and looked down at him.
Some old policemen were stunned. They knew this symbol, and some people had never seen this thing at all. They just thought that the searchlight was broken and the residual image appeared.
But at this moment, Director Gordon seemed to have been stimulated, and suddenly drove away the crowd in front of him, and ran in the direction of the symbol.
The police were all ignorant. They didn't know what happened to the chief, but in this fierce exchange of fire, there was no direct order, and no one dared to leave his place without permission.
In fact, Gordon himself did not know what was wrong with him. He just felt that an irresistible impulse was urging himself. Like those cursed moths, he wanted to rush over to the spot of light. Next ... as if he had to do it.
...
...
The location of the "bat light spot" and the point of engagement were in two directions, so Director Gordon was not blocked by any gunfire, and soon climbed up the ladder of the high platform.
Finally, he also saw the searchlight that hit the sky directly, and the man beside the searchlight.
He leaned against the wall, in a prison uniform, with disheveled hair, yawning boredly.
Ziliang!
Yeah, who else can it be? Ever since I met this bastard, I have never stopped having trouble!
At the thought of this, the uneasiness and anger in Gordon's heart grew stronger, and he stood on the edge of the platform. This place is at the edge of the platform, there is no light, so Gordon was careful not to make any sound ....
He said, he was going to kill this bastard ... This is not a joke, although killing a prisoner without threats without trial is not legal, but how does Gordon care These, in the past few years, he has ignored enough laws, and some difficult prisoners have long been secretly executed under his own acquiescence.
"The law can't save Gotham, only I can!" Gordon shouted in his heart. He directly took out his pistol and aimed at the unarmed man.
At this time ...
"Hi, long time no see."
Zi Liang turned his head suddenly, across the darkness, and greeted Director Gordon with a smile.
Director Gordon was stunned ... It stands to reason that if one stands in the light, one cannot see things in the dark, but why can that guy see himself?
Forget it, now is not the time to think about it, Gordon raised his pistol without hesitation and aimed at Ziliang ...
suddenly!
"Haha—Old Joey is here!"
A thick voice between "domineering" and "idiot" sounded from his side without warning, and then, Director Gordon felt that he was picked up by a huge force and then volleyed. A 180-degree world turned upside down and fell to the ground with a bang!
Gordon has rarely fought ... Although in the first few years of entering the police station, his fighting skills are still very good, but now he is almost 50 years old, and since sitting in the position of the director After that, he never touched anyone again.
Therefore, it stands to reason that this is enough to smash his old bones.
But it's strange that Gordon didn't feel the expected pain. He just gritted his teeth and fully withstood the impact.
There was a bang in his head, like the evil spirit was about to rush out of the cage ...
Gordon could n't control that much anymore. He did n't know how he did it. Anyway, he stood up with a rollover, a kind of instinctive dodge, and weirdly avoided old Joey 's late arrival. After catching it, a heavy shoulder hit the other side, and the old Joey, who was a full meter and a few meters, directly flew out.
This is an extremely uncoordinated scene. A 50-year-old white-haired uncle has such a nimble skill, and also shows the power that the body should never have.
Old Joey flew out after being knocked down, rumbling in place for several laps, and finally stopped at Ziliang's feet.
"What's the matter? Why is he so vigorous." Joey stood up against the fat and asked with a brutal expression.
"Huh ... you should be glad that he hasn't fully awakened yet." Zi Liang scratched his hair and walked forward a few steps, standing in front of Joey: "Otherwise ... .... a piece of S-grade sinful debris, but we can't get it right now! "
"S-class ...?" Joey froze.
Director Gordon was also stunned. He looked at his hands and was shocked. He didn't even know what was wrong with him.
"Hi! Director Jim Gordon ..." Zi Liang shouted again, then raised his arm and pointed in one direction: "Look over there!"
The bang in Jim Gordon's head exploded, and the sound made an unprecedented roar, accompanied by a burst of almost fainting pain. The director stunned ... However, Gordon once again withstood this severe pain, and his body seemed to have endless endurance.
So ... this moment happened after all.
In the pain, Gordon's conditioned reflex looked in the direction of Zi Liangzhi ...
There, a girl lying quietly.
Weird hair color, graceful figure, pale skin.
Harry Quinn.
"Ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...
Gordon let out a miserable growl that didn't seem to be possible, and he knelt on the ground with his head covered.
"Medicine! Medicine!" He desperately pulled out the medicine bottle in his pocket, but his shaking hands couldn't hold it at all.
So the medicine bottle fell miserably to the ground, rolled out of the distance, and stopped at Ziliang's feet.
Zi Liang picked up the medicine bottle lightly and looked at the seemingly painful "Jim Gordon" with a smile.
"How did you see that girl?" Zi Liang's voice fluttered, like whispering, like temptation, and some kind of expectation: "It's her, eight years ago ... She is lying at your feet, covered in blood.
So ... you should remember it.
Mr. Bruce Wayne. "