For the first time, he felt that this wasn't just a mineral substance that was nothing more than attractive to the human race.
Batman asked, "Do you want to hear my story?"
On the other corner, Shiller was on the phone saying, "Medical parole? How did he pass the approval? Although I don't want to blame you, the Gotham Police Department is really too childish..."
He thought about it. Okay, there really isn't a lower limit the Gotham Police Department can break through.
Then he said to Gordon on the other end, "I hope he stays in the hospital well, don't come back and cause trouble again, you know, I'm different from Batman."
Gordon hung up the phone and sighed. He knew it wouldn't be that simple. Jonathan finally entered the insane asylum, and Victor disappeared, Rantalos is dead.
However, the old principal of Gotham University, under the pretense of medical parole, did not go to jail. He had been in Gotham for so many years and still had some connections. In the end, he succeeded.
Shiller never hesitated to think of a Gotham citizen from the worst perspective. He knew that the old principal would not give up so easily.
Sure enough, the next day, when Shiller was about to get off work, a girl rushed into her office in a panic. This was the girl who had complained to the school when Christine disappeared. She was Christine's good friend.
"Has Christine disappeared again?" Shiller asked.
"Worse than that," the girl said anxiously, "After that time, Christine gave me a safety number. She told me that as long as this number reached my phone, it meant she might be in danger!"
Shiller accelerated the speed of packing up his things and asked, "When did this happen?"
"Just three minutes ago! The call got through, but there was no sound on the other end!"
Shiller comforted the girl, then called Bruce. He said, "Bad news, Christine has had another accident. I don't know if Gordon told you? The old principal didn't go to jail under the name of medical parole. If he wants to retaliate, he will definitely retaliate against the person who testified against him first..."
Bruce immediately returned to Wayne Manor and put on all of Batman's equipment. He was the one who persuaded Christine to testify against the principal, so he must save the girl.
Unfortunately, the old principal learned this time. He didn't hire any low-level mobsters, but professional kidnappers. They left no traces. It seemed that the old principal simply wanted revenge and did not want to use her to threaten others.
But this implies that Christine might be in an extremely dangerous environment.
After a while, Batman received a call from Shiller. Shiller said, "The street where the East District Red Crow Gang used to be, the drug den you smashed..."
Before Bruce had time to ask why, Shiller hung up. Batman rushed all the way, driving quickly through the night of Gotham.
But now he didn't have the Batmobile, the speed of ordinary sports cars was not enough, and it would take a while to get from Wayne Manor to the East District. Christine might be injured at any time. Although he didn't like Christine, he didn't want to see an innocent person killed tragically either.
Batman slammed the steering wheel hard, deeply feeling he must have a better vehicle.
Suddenly, an unexpected number called. Catwoman's voice sounded on the other end, she said, "Hey, I seem to have seen your little girlfriend who is always waiting for you on the street. What's going on? Why are they heading to Maple Street? It's very dangerous there..."
"She was kidnapped, try to save her! No... I mean, can you keep an eye on them?...Looking from a distance, then call me...Forget it, no, don't follow them, just tell me where they went."
"You sound like you need help," Catwoman said.
Batman seemed a little impatient and said, "It's none of your business. Just don't go out and cause me trouble tonight."
After saying this, he hung up the phone and drove all the way to Maple Street.
After a while, Batman appeared at the end of Maple Street, which was indeed the former base of the Red Crow Gang. He had destroyed a poppy manufacturing and production den here. Batman had a good memory, he followed all the way up the right side of the street, then turned two alleys.
Just as he reached the end of the alley, he heard intense fighting and gunfire from inside. Batman quickly found the back door, directly pry open the lock. When he went in, there was a group of low-level thugs lying crosswise outside, these people were screaming in pain on the ground, seeming to have been hit by a joint technique.
Walking through the gatehouse into the living room, he could see seven or eight masked kidnappers lying on the ground as well. A whip was whistling in the wind, narrowly hitting Batman.
Catwoman turned around, she said, "Thank God, this little girl is fine."
Batman turned his gaze to Christine on the sofa, her clothes were somewhat disheveled. If Catwoman hadn't made it in time, there might have really been an accident.
Then, Catwoman sniffed, frowned, and said, "Wait, why do I smell oil? Is your car leaking oil? No, it's bad! It might be a Molotov cocktail, get out of here quickly..."