Chapter 4: Kevin
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By the time Dean went to the evidence office to collect his luggage, it was already seven o'clock in the morning. Under the sunshine, the darkness of Gotham had somewhat subsided.
Dean dragged his suitcase out of the police station gate. Gordon did not assign him a task and asked him to find a place to settle down first.
"Beep! Beep!"
A white car honked, and Officer Kevin rolled down the window: "Get in."
Dean couldn't figure out his intention, but he was sure that the officer was right. He moved his luggage into the trunk and sat in the back seat of his own accord.
Kevin's tone was relaxed: "Dean, you have been assigned to work for me. From today on, I will be your supervisor. I will take you out for a spin first."
"That couldn't be better."
Dean was not surprised by Gordon's arrangement. He had had initial contact with Kevin. They were both ethnic minorities, so it was not easy for them to have conflicts when they got along. At least they didn't have to worry about bullshit like racial discrimination.
Police officers usually follow the superintendent in their daily work, and a superintendent can lead two to three police officers. However, the police force in Gotham is not sufficient. Although Kevin has the title of superintendent, he has no one under his command. , Dean was the first, so Kevin was particularly excited.
"Dean, you must be from China. I really don't understand why you came to Gotham to be a policeman... Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with you, it's just that I have met many Chinese people, and most of them like a stable life, rarely engaged in the police industry, let alone this is Gotham."
Dean knew that Kevin was telling the truth. Everyone in the United States knew about the high crime rate in Gotham. Outsiders basically came here for money, and since they wanted to make quick money, why not join a gang?
Dean is truly an alien among aliens.
"Supervisor Kevin, I made it very clear at that time."
[Disrupt the Penguin's arms deal and get 10 points. ]
Dean looked at the prompt that the system had popped up before, and the corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously.
"My heart and my conduct are as clear as a clear mirror, and everything I do is righteous."
When the red light came on, Kevin looked at Dean through the rearview mirror in the car. Dean looked at him calmly, with clear eyes. Kevin didn't look away until the green light came on.
"I believe you, but it makes me more worried."
Dean was stunned: "Why?"
Kevin drove very slowly: "Look out the window, this is the street where I grew up. Ever since I was sensible, drug dealing, sexual assault and other vicious crimes have been as common as the rising sun. Even now with Batman, Nothing has changed."
Dean looked out the window, and saw several people of his own age walking around the streets with their arms folded, their eyes unfocused, like soulless zombies.
"Don't think that defeating a few lackeys of the Penguin Gang means you are powerful. Although the Penguin Gang is powerful, it can be considered "good" compared to other Gotham gangs. There are plenty of supervillains out there, some even Batman can't handle."
Hearing this, Dean smiled. Kevin was going around in circles to point him out. It was probably Gordon's advice. He was worried that he would be like those rookie heroes who only overestimated themselves and thought they were equal to challenge the big BOSS just after they debuted.
Since the establishment of the Justice League, a large number of people with super powers who claim to be "heroes" have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, and it is not uncommon for them to become stepping stones for villains.
Dean patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, Director Kevin, I understand what you mean. I have a clear understanding of my own strength, and I will never overestimate my ability to challenge someone I can't afford to offend."
Kevin then breathed a sigh of relief: "As long as you understand."
Dean still wanted to talk to Kevin, but suddenly there was a burst of gunfire from the front. Their expressions changed at the same time. Kevin immediately bent over and stepped on the brakes: "Get down, hurry up!"
The bullets swept across, leaving a string of bullet holes on the front windshield. Fortunately, Kevin reacted quickly. If he had been slower, he would have been sent to see God.
"Damn it!" Kevin pulled out his gun and loaded the bullet. "In order not to attract attention, I didn't drive the police car. Unexpectedly, I was still targeted."
In some neighborhoods of Gotham, it is very risky for the police to act alone, because at any time a few madmen with bombs strapped to them may pop out and attack the police.
Dean revealed half of his head and secretly spied. Four masked men were shooting along the street, forcing all the vehicles to stop. The strange thing was that they made no follow-up actions after that. They spread out and stood guard on both sides of the street, letting the street people fled.
"Calm down, Supervisor, they are not here for us, we are just fish in the pond affected by the fire at the city gate."
Dean pulled out Toyako Bokuto and was about to open the car door, but found that the door was locked.
Kevin said solemnly: "I have just called for reinforcements. Just stay here and watch. Don't act rashly..."
With a bang, Dean smashed the car window with the wooden sword
"Don't be impulsive!" Kevin didn't expect Dean to react so decisively.
Dean jumped out of the window and said, "Supervisor, you have asked me so many questions, and I also want to ask you a question. Why did you become a policeman?"
Kevin originally wanted to scold Dean angrily, but he opened his mouth and couldn't spit out even a single word.
As Kevin said before, he was born on this street. When he was 5 years old, his father abandoned his wife and children and disappeared. His mother, Allison, could only sell her body to support him. Kevin remembered the endless stream of strange men coming and going from their home, and how his mother was occasionally beaten for refusing free service.
At sixteen, Kevin's mother died of a drug overdose. The police later discovered she had been deliberately targeted, and the perpetrator was arrested and sent to prison. It was a rare victory for justice, but it lit a fire in Kevin. For the first time, he saw that crime could have consequences. He decided to become a police officer, vowing to change his neighborhood.
This may just be an accidental victory for justice, but it really made Kevin see the light. It turns out that crime really needs to pay a price. After that, Kevin determined to become a policeman and vowed to change this street one day.
But time had worn him down. Now nearly forty, Kevin's youthful passion had cooled to mere embers. Even he couldn't say why he continued being a cop when nothing ever seemed to change.
Click.
The car door lock unlocked and Kevin lit a cigarette, which seemed to ignite the cooling blood.
"We are almost certain to win."
Dean smiled knowingly: "Supervisor, I said that I am not a bold person, on the contrary, I am very timid."
"Then I'll cover for you."
The quality of the people of Gotham was not very good, but their escape speed was absolutely top-notch. They turned off the brakes, opened the door and ran away. In less than two minutes, the streets were almost cleared.
Dean lowered his body and moved close to the car until he could no longer get closer. His muscles were tense, like a track and field athlete, waiting with all his concentration for the sound of the starting gun.
Kevin was worthy of being a veteran policeman. He took aim and emptied the magazine decisively, and quickly killed a masked man. The other three people shot at Kevin's car with submachine guns. The bullets shot out and sparks flew everywhere.
Taking this opportunity, Dean jumped over the hidden car, raised the sword and rushed towards the two people closest to each other. He stabbed one of them instantly and knocked them down. Then he turned around and kicked them away with a kick.
His strength was not as precise as before, resulting in excessive movement. The special effects of the Samurai Soul were not activated. The wooden sword was only used for practice. Dean, who took the initiative to rush to the battlefield, no longer needed guidance.
"Fuck, there's a weirdo with a wooden sword."
Dean took longer than expected to deal with the two of them, and decisively threw the sword to the gun, knocking the gun out of the last person's hand.
"Stand still and don't move!"
The man ignored Dean's warning and rushed toward the gun on the ground. Kevin behind him had no shooting angle and was extremely anxious. Dean, why did you throw away the weapon?
"Bang!"
"Ah!" The man let out a scream and covered his thigh that was pierced by the bullet. Blood kept pouring out of the bullet hole.
Dean stretched out his left hand that had been hidden in his pocket, holding a Glock pistol.
"The sword must be ruthless," he said, his voice cold. "And the gun must be precise. That's the only way to survive."
Kevin stared at him for a long moment before shaking his head
"Kid," he muttered, "you're either the bravest or the craziest rookie I've ever met."
Dean chuckled. "Maybe a little of both."