The brightly lit correspondence room was a chaotic scene, with tables and chairs thrown down, while Cindy expressed her dissatisfaction with Eugene's lack of progress.
Even through the mask, Eugene could sense her disdainful look, as if it meant that he couldn't handle a little girl.
Was he going to torture a handicapped underage girl? Perhaps the old Deathstroke would have done it, but not him.
He pulled up a chair and sat down across from Barbara. The scarlet eye in the mask looked at her.
"Now that the phone is open, you can give him a call and rest assured, I won't kill him this time."
Barbara is skeptical: "You are just her lackey, I want her to promise me, she is a mercenary, should know to keep her word?"
"Sops hiss..."
Cindy couldn't help laughing. She was delighted to have Eugene as her chaperone. She couldn't help feeling that Barbara knew what she was doing. Of course, she was the woman.
If she hadn't been disabled, Eugene would have ripped her ass off. "Don't you see I'm the one who's in charge?"
Barbara looked at the two of them with probing eyes. They were dressed the same, they sounded the same, and even the blood on their bodies was the same. How could you tell who was in charge?
So she shook her head and said honestly, "I can't see that....."
Eugene sighed and stood up to stand guard at the door. He motioned to Cindy that he needed some time.
Cindy sat down in the chair he had given her, proudly taking off her helmet and smoking her cigar, just as if she were at home on the couch:
"Now, I promise you, not only won't I hurt Chief Gordon, but I'll try to keep him safe."
With Cindy's assurance, Barbara pulled a small red cell phone out of her pocket and dialed a number, but her face turned ugly as the busy signal came back.
Deathless calls again, but again receives the answer that the number you dialed is not being answered.
Cindy knew what was going on. It looks like Eugene's story is true. If the men in black came to kidnap Barbara, they're going to do the same to Gordon. After all, in social terms, Barbara was just a high school girl, and Gordon was the most important person in the city.
"How can..... He must not have his phone with him." Barbara kept pressing the replay button anyway.
Cindy, leaning back in her chair and puffing away on her cigar, interjected: "You can try all you want, but it's a waste of time. Every second that passes for Gordon to be kidnapped is another second that he's in danger of losing."
Barbara's dialing hand froze. She was confused, but soon she dropped her phone, put the laptop in her lap back on the table, and began tapping away.
"What is she doing?" Cindy watched as Barbara typed frantically. How could she find Gordon?
Eugene was leaning against the door, wiping his stick, which had hit the wailing men hard enough to get some vomit on it.
"Probably hacked into the cellular server in Gotham City and triangulated the cell towers to locate Gordon."
'Oh? Cindy touched her blindfold. Eugene knew and she didn't. She looked upset. "Is it all tech over there?"
Eugene didn't know exactly what Earth his body was the death knell for, but he had watched a number of TV series where it was done during his time as a security guard. Although he did not know how to operate it, he had never eaten pork, or at least seen a pig run.
"Nothing. We'll be a little different, and I'm sure your knowledge of mythology is much better than mine."
Eugene comforted her, after all, two people act together, complementary ability is also a good thing.
Sure enough, Cindy didn't have to worry. Even a super soldier doesn't have to know everything.
But she added, "Well, your tactics are not like another death knell. Your moral standard is higher than mine. You are a little angel."
The little angel....
Is such a feminine word used for men in this world? Too terrible, Eugene wants to go home, at least back to a male society he is used to, not his straight male cancer, but now he always has a sense of Yin and Yang confused upside down.
Even Barbara, who is crazy to enter the code, peeks at them. Is this the relationship between the two Deathknell?
It was as if she had discovered something serious.
However, once something related to her specialty, she was still very focused, and the sound of the keyboard in her hand never stopped.
A few minutes later, she hit Enter, and the attack command she had just written was successfully hacked into the communications company owned by Winn Enterprises, the carrier of her father's cell phone service.
She flexes her shoulders and waits for the program's feedback, looking less nervous and rubbing her fingers together as she waits.
Cindy suddenly spoke again, cigarette in one hand and a finger pointing at the computer on her desk, and now she understood: "Welcome to the criminal family. Hacking into someone else's corporate system, if I remember correctly, is at least a crime of espionage."
Barbara stiffened. Deathstroke called her a criminal, and she felt ashamed that she had been seen through.
Yes, this is not the first time she has used her hacking skills, in the past, she has hacked countless other times not to do anything bad, but to hone her skills and improve her programming methods.
She's hacked into schools, neighborhood convenience stores, and even the GCPD to see what Gordon was doing at work.
But she's always been careful, because hackers are very unpopular in this world, where technology and technology are still new, and in the news, hackers are like terrorists.
It's a secret even Gordon doesn't know, because she's afraid he'll put her in jail. So all this time, Gordon just assumed that her daughter liked computers, maybe video games or something.
This time a hurry, just like the instinct to hack someone else's server to find clues, and now just react.
"I... But....."
Barbara blushed and tried to argue something, but there was no denying the overwhelming evidence.
Eugene shook his head. He was in the middle of something serious, and Cindy wasn't helping.
"Come on, she's just messing with you. What's against the law? Can we testify that the police chief's daughter is a hacker?"
Barbara stole a glance at her colleagues at the wall. Now she was even glad they had all been knocked unconscious, or else they would have known, men love to gossip, and the whole police department would have known.
Eugene also took off his helmet. Seeing Cindy puffing on a cigarette, he, too, was getting a little addicted and was about to smoke one. Suddenly, he realized something.
"No wonder you were rushing out to deal with the signal jammer. Did you take the bet off the hallway door frame?"
Cyndi lifted her cigarette proudly and drew a circle in the sky like a wand. "Hey, here's your cigar. Don't say it tastes a little different from ours."
"The man...."
Barbara gets that creepy look again, she thinks she's discovered the ultimate secret! Deathstroke is really two people, and one of them is a man!
Knowing so much, can you survive in the end?
Eugene has gradually become accustomed to these people found that he is a man after the incredible expression, after all, this world man has always been a pronoun of weakness, and Deathstroke is known as the world's strong, so different identities appear in a person, change who will find it difficult to accept.
"The result came out. What are you doing without staring at the screen and staring at us with a dull face?"
Eugene nudged Barbara's computer, and a coordinate appeared beneath the string of codes.
"Oh, oh." Barbara adjusted her glasses, adjusted her breath, and blew out softly. "Here are the numbers of cell towers my father passed along the way, and then I pulled their locations from the database and compared them to a map of Gotham City... He went to Arkham for the night!"
"Arkham?" Cindy shook her head and rolled her helmet on the tabletop. "It says it's a sanatorium, but it's actually stronger than a fort. It's patrolled 24 hours a day by at least 400 armed guards, gunboats, armored vehicles and helicopter gunships.
"Yes, at 12:03, he left there, came back down the road, and the last position of the phone was here."
Pointing to the screen with one hand and tapping on the keyboard with the other, Barbara zoomed in on the map a little, triangulating it even down to specific streets.
As Cindy leaned in, a map of Gotham popped up in her head. It was even more detailed than the police department's, because in her memory, she knew a lot of shady addresses, like gun shops, smuggling gangs, and even the Shadow Dancer League had a hidden surveillance spot in Gotham. She knew that.
But as she looked at the screen, Cindy shook her head. "Gordon is going the right way. Go through the Sea Bridge, then take the North Side Tunnel, and then just go straight back to the police station, but it's raining today and the tunnel may be very flooded."
'Whose turf is that? Eugene took a look, but he couldn't see anything.
"It's nobody's place. It's a very delicate position." Cindy smoked a cigarette and came up with a word. Then she ran her finger around the map. "Here, here, and here, Black Mask, Red Hood, Two-Faced Girl's turf...."
"So Gordon's final position is the true embodiment of the intersection of the three houses." Eugene gets it, too.
Just like the Romance of The Three Kingdoms, this place can't be taken by anyone, if you want to keep it, the other two families will surely join forces, so just empty it as a buffer zone.
It's also one of the more peaceful parts of Gotham City, where there may be small gangs, but they don't make much of a difference.
"What are we going to do? Barbara now knew where Gordon was, but there was nothing she could do but look distractedly at the two.
Eugene raises his eyebrows: "Can't you just call Batwoman or something? She always has a cell phone, right? Let her save the life. We have something to discuss with the bat."
"We don't have her number. She used to show up whenever the bat light came on, but.... But Batwoman's gone. She's not in Gotham." Barbara is desperate.
Eugene and Cindy are both frowning. Have the bats gone to kill the Sea Queen?
"Where did she go?" "Cindy asked again, if it wasn't too far, she might be able to catch up.
"I don't know..... She came to our house in the middle of the night to talk to Dad, but when I woke up, all I could hear was the back of it." Barbara pressed her temples, trying to remember: 'She said she'd been away from Gotham for a while, said it was dangerous, and she wanted to take us with her, but we said no, so she left on her own. Maybe the first part of the conversation said where she was going, but only my dad knows.'
Cindy leaned back in her chair and looked at Eugene. He had said that the world was in danger, so you should know what it was about.
For a moment, Eugene had no idea what was going on. Batgirl knew about the danger in advance, and what would make all the bats avoid it? Does she know about this big multiverse event? But in the dark multiverse, she has no reason to know.
These men in black are trying to kidnap Gordon and Barbara, and there's nothing special about Gordon except that he's Batman's buddy.
With both women looking at him, Eugene is stressed, and Barbara, in particular, seems ready to cry.
"What did you do in the past? After locating the cell phone signal?" He held the computer close to Barbara, hoping she had some ideas.
"No, no. I used to just do it for fun. This is it."
Barbara's expression is not at all like lying, it seems that in this world she is not as mature as the oracle of other worlds.
"On my word, start hacking into Gotham's transit system, get the surveillance footage from the area, and get the cell phones from when they stop moving."
"HMMM!
Barbara secretly wiped her tears, adjusted her glasses, and began rewriting the address code of the intrusion program to connect to the Department of Transportation's server backend.
As long as she had an idea how to find out.
After a few minutes, she managed to get the relevant road surveillance, but nothing unusual, the road is just a quiet rain scene, there are no people on the street, let alone cars.
She looked at Eugene again as if for help.
"The monitoring is manipulated, and through spoilers and some instruments, it is possible to access the monitoring and replay the recorded scenes." Eugene moves closer to the screen. He can smell a sweet smell on Barbara. "The rain is so light. It must have been recorded at about 10:30.
Barbara then changes the time to about 10:30, and the three of them watch the screen in silence.
Suddenly, the picture shook.
"That's it, stop." Eugene shouts, "Slow down for three more seconds."
They were disappointed, however, as the video showed only the shadow of a black glove passing by, with no identifiable information.
"Alas... I guess we'll just have to go back to the place where we started. ' Cindy picked up her helmet from the table, patted Barbara on the shoulder and prepared to leave.
Eugene has no choice but to find out where the bat might be headed, he must find Gordon, who is the only clue they have.
"Take me with you! Barbara didn't know where she found the courage. She grabbed Cindy's hand and begged, "I can help you. Just like that. I'm going to save him."
"No, you can hide in the armory. It'll be safe when morning comes and the police come back from work."
Cindy immediately refused. She was already handicapped during the storm, and bringing a disabled person in a wheelchair was just a drag.
But Eugene doesn't see it that way. Despite the Oracle's computer skills, the two men later rescue Gordon. Will he believe Deathstroke? Would it have been easier for him to trust Barbara if she had been there?
"I thought I could take her with me. She was still in danger, even if she hid in the armory. What if the man in black came again?"
"She's not one of us. How can she withstand an attack if she can't even shoot?" Eugene persuades Cindy, indicating that the cops around her are useless, and that tomorrow's day cops are no better: "If we save Gordon, and Barbara gets taken, and we have to go with Gordon to save her, won't that be endless? We don't have much time."
Eugene gestured furiously as Barbara tried to correct that she could actually shoot, but she finally held back.
Cindy thought about this and sighed. She didn't know why she was so easily persuaded by Eugene.
"All right, come along, but don't expect me to push your wheelchair."
That being said, Cindy put on her own helmet and changed her mind.
Eugene shrugged at Barbara, put on his own helmet, pulled a blue police raincoat from behind the door and threw it at her. "Okay, grab your computer and wireless and let's go outside and find a car."