The trajectory of the world king in the United States

Everything has its own value. When something loses its due value, it is abandoned.

The Gotham Police Department is about to lose its value. Its reputation in Gotham City has been extremely bad. The poor people do not believe that they can protect their lives and property, and some of the gray transactions between the Police Department and Falconi are among the rich. It's not a secret in their eyes, they also don't believe them.

No one expects the police officers bribed by Falconi to enforce the law impartially. They naturally enjoy their leisure time. However, at nearly 0 o'clock in the evening, there are still people working in the police station. This is a rare phenomenon. In a law enforcement unit that is busy working for justice, law enforcement officers will lack a sense of dedication, and voluntary overtime work is not a common situation.

"Name"

"Cyberhawk"

"age"

"Uh 22 years old"

"You are Chinese, right?"

"Uh, does this have anything to do with my bàn li's proof?"

Seb looked at Chief Gordon sitting opposite him with doubtful eyes. The latter stroked his glasses, then glanced at him, picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and shrugged. ,

"Indeed, it doesn't matter, it's just my personal curiosity."

"Well, I have no reason to answer your curiosity, but if you really want to know, then yes, I am from the ancient country in the East, but now, I just want a certificate from a Gotham citizen."

Seb glanced at his father who was sitting next to him and Catherine who was already lying on the table and falling asleep. He spread his hands, leaned on the chair, and answered truthfully, "I may have to stay in this city for a long time, so Ask, Mr. Sheriff, and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

He said this in a very candid manner, but Chief Gordon stopped asking. He turned to look at his father,

"Your guy is an interesting guy, I hope he doesn't get me into trouble."

After speaking, Gordon picked up the pen, signed his name on the certificate on the table, then handed it to Seb, and said businesslikely,

"Take this certificate and go to the Social Security Administration office, which is right down the street at No. 7. For the sake of Christian and Robin, remember, your name is Cyberhawk, a technician from Hong Kong. Worker, your identification documents are lost and you need to report the loss. I have already entered the information into the computer. As long as you don’t talk nonsense, no one will notice. If you are not afraid of trouble, you can apply for a passport again, but I guess you wouldn’t do that.”

Gordon stood up with coffee, sat on the table in front of Seb, and said very seriously,

"Seb, I know you are a dangerous person, but you are not bad in nature. I only have one request for you, don't get into trouble, and take good care of Robin for me while he is recuperating."

"Okay, Sheriff, I promise not even a fly will come near my Robin brother."

Seb picked up the certificate, looked at it, folded it, and put it in his pocket. He looked up at Gordon and made an American military salute.

The sergeant in front of him, who was said to be the last one in the police station to stick to his mission, looked like a gentle middle-aged man, about 40 years old, with gray hair already on his neatly brushed hair. He was wearing a brown coat with a black underneath. sweater and red tie, he looks like an old-school tough guy.

He wears black-rimmed glasses and a mustache. From his brown eyes, you can see a touch of determination and persistence. Obviously, unlike other jing chá who are dawdling around, this is a true law enforcer who will always be there. It's hard to like him, but you have to admire him.

"Certificate of adoption of the child Catherine."

After the exchange between Gordon and Seb ended, Dad said, "I still need a favor from you. This child, like Seb, is unknown, and according to her, she was abused in the Gotham orphanage. She’s a poor girl.”

There was a trace of kindness unique to the elderly in the eyes of his father when he looked at Catherine. He had never been married in his life. As he became more and more familiar with his father, Seb knew that his father really treated Robin as his own son. , and now, he seems to have given part of this love to Catherine. This little girl may have experienced darkness, so she is very sensible, and her father likes her very much.

Faced with his father's request, Gordon pondered for a moment, took a sip of the slightly cold coffee, and then said,

"Catherine's problem is a bit troublesome. I prefer dad to adopt this child. Seber's identity is not enough to meet the requirements for adoption. What I mean is"

"Drip drip drip"

While the Sheriff was talking, his cell phone on the table rang. Gordon put down the cup, made an apologetic expression to his father, and connected to diàn huà. A frightened voice came from diàn huà,

"Chief, come here quickly, something happened to Falconi"

Gordon's expression immediately became solemn. He had personally imprisoned Falconi. This gang leader was caught with all the stolen goods at the dock. This time Gordon had the idea of ​​​​eradicating Falconi's gang in one fell swoop. As a result, something happened just 2 days later. He asked sternly,

"What the hell happened to him"

"He's crazy"

Five minutes later, Gordon drove his police car towards the Gotham Prison, while Seb held the sleeping Catherine in his arms, sat in the back seat of his father's pickup truck, and slowly headed towards the Old Gun Bar. Dad was holding his cigar in his mouth and holding the steering wheel with one hand while blowing the wind. He saw Seb in the rearview mirror. The latter's eyes were unfocused and he was obviously thinking about something.

"What are you thinking about, kid?"

Dad asked, and Seb was awakened. He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Catherine holding his arm in her arms, and whispered,

"That Chief Gordon, I'm very curious about what kind of person he is. How did you get to know each other? Is it because of Robin?"

Dad smiled, flicked the cigarette ashes in his hand as he sped through the night under the street lights, and told the story of how he and Gordon met.

"No, no, no, I've known Gordon for a long time. We're considered old friends."

"That was more than ten years ago, when the Old Gun Bar was booming. Gordon was still a police detective at that time. Like Robin now, he was not married at that time and did not know Barbara. Little Barbara, who doesn’t have a daughter yet, is a free-spirited person. He often goes to my bar to drink after work. He was a soldier, so we got along very well. Robin was also selected by him from the police academy, but That happened later, Gordon valued Robin very much, they were the same kind of people."

Dad exhaled a puff of smoke and said slowly,

"They are all the kind of people who are proud of their profession. He is a good man. He never accepts bribes and will not get into the bad habits of those guys. He is also a good person. After the previous director retired, Gordon Became Sheriff, and still is."

Seb still wanted to speak, but was interrupted by his father.

"I know what you want to ask. Don't you have your own joys and sorrows?"

Dad threw the cigarette butt in his hand out of the car window. He turned the steering wheel and the old pickup truck turned a corner and drove into the street in front of the Old Gun Bar. The speed of the car slowed down a bit.

"Gordon helped you do these illegal things, more because of your help to Robin. Falcone sent those bastards to harass Gordon's family many times. Those dead attackers, they every Each person carries a long list of bad deeds and murder cases. Gordon is not an idealist. He has experienced more things, so he is more realistic. The death of those scum will be regarded as atonement, and he will not You will be arrested for this.”

"But as he said, don't get caught by him when you do something that is not good. The bad thing about this guy is here. He is too serious about these things."

Dad looked back at Seb and tilted his head, "We're here, get out of the car. I'll probably have a good night's sleep tonight."

Seb walked out of the car with the little girl in his arms, and his father turned off the engine. The two of them walked towards the chained door, but as soon as the father opened the door, Seb covered his mouth with one hand.

"Shhh, don't say anything, there's someone inside."

Seb whispered something in his father's ear, and then pointed to the roof of the building. If he listened carefully, he could still hear some panicked footsteps. Apparently, those guys had noticed the sound of his father parking the car.

Seb handed Catherine in his arms to his father, then waved his hand and motioned for his father to hold the little girl and leave. He took out the well-maintained Colt and 9 from his shirt pocket. Taking a breath, he quietly walked into the bar shrouded in darkness.

"They are back, have you found anything?"

A guy with a nju was lying on the third floor window, looking out of the dark window. With the faint light of the street lamp, he could barely see his father holding Catherine and returning to the bed. Obviously, he had After discovering them, the guy turned to his two accomplices who were rummaging around in Seb's room and shouted in a low voice,

"You haven't found such a damn conspicuous thing yet?"

"Don't rush, idiot. I'm looking for an old man. Go kill him."

The short guy exclaimed, but received no response. He irritably kicked away the basket of dirty clothes that Seber had placed in it, and saw the clothes that Seber had casually thrown among the dirty clothes. The stuffed bear was Catherine's baby, but it was a little too dirty, so Seb planned to wash it.

The short man's eyes suddenly lit up. He picked up the stuffed bear, roughly tore off the stuffed bear's head, reached into the stuffed belly, and pulled out a small bag of something like table salt.

"Hey, we found that the damn idiot Joff didn't lie to us. The boss will definitely be satisfied."

The three of them laughed and carefully put the thing in their pockets. Then they walked to the door of Seber's room and opened the wooden door. Outside was a dark corridor. At the end of the corridor, there was an open window, just behind the bar. , there was a car parked there, and a simple ladder from which they climbed in.

But at the moment when the last guy entered the dark corridor from the door, a hand stretched out from behind his head and silently covered his mouth. Before he could resist, the steel gun The handle hit the back of his head. The guy rolled his eyes and fell to the floor. The bang made the two guys in front of him react immediately.

"Attacked"

"kill him"

They turned around and rushed towards Seb. Their movements were very organized. The tall man raised his fist, and the short man took out his weapon. But before he could take aim, Seb flew over and kicked. He kicked the shouqiāng in his hand to the side, and then slapped him with a crisp sound, which made the short man dizzy.

The tall man's fist also landed on Seber's body at this moment. The second punch hit his back, and the pain made Seber take a step back.

He immediately realized that the guy in front of him had some skills. He didn't look like those gang members who only used guns to scare people. He seemed to have undergone certain training.

But just as the tall man rushed back, Seb suddenly dwarfed his body and dodged his fierce punch. Then he flew up with a kick and kicked the tall man in the middle of his legs. This was an insidious move. The tall man screamed in pain, and then was punched in the jaw by Seb.

The sound of cracking bones made the last short man who wanted to fight back tremble, turn around and run away. This was obviously a ruthless character, and peripheral members like them who had only received simple training were definitely no match for him.

But just as he climbed up the window and was about to jump off, a hand grabbed his collar and pulled him back violently. The guy fell to the ground in a panic. He struggled to get up, and a cold Something was pressed against his head, and then a teasing voice sounded.

"Hi friends, who are you?"

The short man seemed to be frightened. He raised his hands tremblingly, as if to put them behind his head, but the moment Seber's gun slowly left the back of his head, a green gas came out from the short man. The tall man's sleeves spurted out. Seb was caught off guard and took a breath of the gas, and his brain was immediately confused.

The first thought that came to his mind was: Damn it, he was tricked