Gotham Dark Godfather

Gordon, who was lying on the ground, struggled to stand up, but the dizziness coming from the back of his head made everything he saw blurry and shaking. ..

"Stop struggling, old guy! Without glasses, I'm afraid you can't even aim at urination and defecation." The masked Fras taunted, and at the same time, he kicked Gordon hard and kicked Gordon back: "You think you're good at fighting, right? Maybe, but that was a long time ago."

After saying that, he raised his bat high and smiled ferociously: "Be smart in the future, old dog! When you block other people's roads, remember to think more about your family! Jimmy!"

Seeing that the defenseless Gordon was about to be severely beaten, something suddenly flew out of the darkness and flew directly in the direction of Flas.

"What is it? You dare to plot against me?" Flass has been in the special forces. It's unclear what his level is, but his reaction is first-rate. He immediately listened to the sound and identified its location. According to the direction in which the thing flew, it was a stick. .

Bang!

There was a metallic crunching sound, like the sound of hitting a can or a Coke bottle, and Flas was easily knocked away.However, before Fras could be happy, he discovered a problem...

The bottle that was thrown over just now seemed to have no lid... The liquid inside spilled out when it was knocked away, confusing his face.

"Damn it, who is so unethical that he drinks without twisting the lid? ---My eyes---"

Fras cursed loudly and wiped it with his hands.However, Gordon, who was lying on the ground, would not let him get what he wanted. He gritted his teeth, squeezed out his last strength, and hit Fras' leg.He directly pushed this strong man who was nearly two meters tall to the ground.

"Have you received special forces training? I dealt with such an opponent as early as 15 years ago." Gordon gasped, pressing down on the constantly fluttering Fras, trying to control his actions.When it comes to fighting, there is a lot of skill. Generally speaking, as long as you can knock your opponent to the ground, it will be difficult for him to use his great skills on the ground. Except for sleeping techniques or lying on the ground, Otherwise, you can only be beaten passively, with few ways to fight back.

At this moment, Gordon caught his opponent's rare negligence and put his knee on Fras's abdomen. Then he freed his hand, raised his fist, and hit the guy's face hard one after another.At the beginning, Fras tried to get up because of his strength, but after receiving a heavy blow on the bridge of his nose, he softened and opened his mouth to say a few words to beg for mercy, but he was punched in the face again... ..I don’t know how long it took before Gordon, who was tired from beating him, stopped and kept panting, as if he was breathing for the first time.

"Damn...my hands..." Gordon's fists were full of blood, some of which were Fras's, and some of which were his own. The result of using too much force was that the skin on his fingers was torn.But Gordon did not rush to bandage himself. Instead, he lifted the mask from the thug's face. Sure enough, it was Frass and his men. This unexpected result still made Gordon deeply moved.

They were handcuffed by the gang, then their clothes were pulled off and thrown into the trash.Gordon finally staggered and prepared to leave.

"These people won't report it... Absolutely not, especially Fras. He will make up a story about at least ten or twenty attackers, but he will never admit that I beat him - --Unless he wants to be in the police force forever, it would be embarrassing to tell a young retired special forces soldier that he was knocked down by an old man! But thank you very much, Flass, for letting me know how to be a police officer in Gotham. What kind of price should I pay?" Gordon thought to himself: "Speaking of which, my popularity is really bad. To be plotted by myself is really... Huh? By the way, where did the bottle fly from just now? If it hadn't been for this thing If so, my end will be very troublesome."

Thinking of this, Gordon quickly lowered his head and searched in the parking lot. Sure enough, he found a can in the corner not far away, with traces of being hit by a baseball bat on the surface.Gordon carefully picked up the can with a handkerchief, trying to find some clues from it. He saw that the can had written in Chinese characters: "Authentic Guangdong Oolong Tea"

"Huh? This is China? Is there anyone in the agency who likes to drink this kind of stuff?" Gordon thought for a long time, and finally thought of a person, a young man who once helped Loeb to rescue him, and at the same time publicly declared that Batman is a hero.

"Is...is that that person? The first Chinese detective...didn't he go to Arkham? Why should he help me?" Gordon was puzzled and could only stare blankly. He was fascinated by the cans, and at the same time, he felt a fondness for this young man he had never met before.

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At the same time, Zhou Hao came to the underground evidence room in a grand manner to visit his friend, one of the four future kings of the Gotham underworld and the most intelligent Mysterious Saint Nygma.Of course, the current Riddler has not yet turned black. He was very happy to see Zhou Hao coming and quickly made arrangements to make him tea.

"No, I just drank a can of oolong tea, and I don't want to drink anything now." Zhou Hao smiled good-naturedly, took out a cigarette and said, "As long as you allow me to smoke here, it will be really great."

The Riddler smiled and shook his head, still boiling the water, and pointed at the no-smoking sign on the wall and said: "I personally don't care, but a lot of information in the evidence room is fire-safe, and I have to abide by the rules of the bureau. , sorry”

Zhou Hao shook his head helplessly. If he hadn't known history, he wouldn't have believed that the law-abiding and honest guy in front of him could be a feared outlaw. Hey!After all, it may have been him who delayed the Riddler's criminal career.

The Riddler didn't think so much. Instead, he frowned and glanced at Zhou Hao's clothes, and said strangely: "Man, why are there drink stains everywhere on your body? According to the location of the spots, it actually fell from a height. Yes, didn’t you take a bath with a drink?”

"Absolutely, hey! I've learned a lesson, don't use open bottles when throwing things away, otherwise you will definitely get wet when you throw them out," Zhou Hao said helplessly.

The Riddler didn't understand Zhou Hao's words at all, and wanted to ask again, but heard noisy sounds coming from outside.

"Someone come and help me. Fras was beaten in the basement and his clothes were stripped off."

"Call the doctor, his eyes are filled with drink and he can't seem to open them."

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Listening to this noisy voice, even the Riddler, who was not willing to join in the fun, was attracted and said happily to Zhou Hao:

"Haha! This annoying Fras finally got his retribution. All his clothes were stripped off? If my goddess knows this, she will definitely not like this guy anymore." The Riddler said happily: "Huh? Why are you here? After the incident, Fras was beaten? Could it be that... was this your doing? "

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