American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

After Naegi returned to Arkham Police Station, he simply divided the money and went on sick leave.

Are you kidding? He is not a tough guy like Gordon who works all year round and is available to respond to calls 24 hours a day. If Gordon's position had not been rising and falling, he would have remained at the top position on the front line.

Maybe he won't live to the retirement age of 71.

The biggest news in Gotham these days is that the Gotham police, who have always been corrupt and have been ridiculed by talk show hosts, have had a fierce conflict with street gangs.

Just when the people of Gotham were full of expectations, this outbreak of justice defeating evil stopped. Sheriff Gordon, the crime-buster who had been working overtime for five consecutive days, was reprimanded by Police Chief Loeb.

Because he not only investigated the Maroni family, but also investigated Falcone, and personally closed a bar in Falcone.

"Where is Batman?" Lob sat behind the desk, clasped his hands in front of his eyes, and looked coldly at Gordon in front of him.

"...We're checking." Gordon said dryly.

"Who brought Maroni here last night?" Rob asked coldly, suppressing his anger.

Last night, Maroni, who had left Gotham by boat to avoid the limelight, was hung upside down in front of the Gotham Police Station in his pajamas, looking like a roasted fat goose hanging on the rack of a butcher's shop.

"Batman..." Gordon lowered his head.

"Then what are you still doing here! Catch him! Gotham doesn't need this kind of guy!"

Lobelting shouted angrily. He had promised in front of the city hall, in front of those upper-class people who had been intimidated by Batman, that he would throw Batman into jail.

So, what is Gordon doing here?

He mobilized people to raid the Maroni family's businesses and even cracked down on street gangs, but these were all small matters.

But he actually dared to target Falcone!

He had no idea what Falcone represented, nor did he know how big a stake was involved. How dare he do that?

Gordon, who was scolded by Lob, walked out of the police chief's office with a dark face.

Brock, who was standing in the corridor holding a coffee cup and eating a donut, laughed gloatingly, "Well, I was right, wasn't I?"

Gordon walked over, opened the window, took off his glasses and rubbed his face tiredly, "Let's take down Maroni first. Has he confessed anything?"

"Oh my God, you actually want him to confess himself?" Brock took a bite of the donut, as if he had heard a fairy tale.

"That guy's three lawyers have already come! We can't keep him in jail for long. If you want to send him to jail, you have to at least find a prosecutor who dares to prosecute him! A judge! And someone who dares to testify."

Brock took a sip of coffee and shook his head helplessly. These mafia families with deep roots were no longer something they could shake.

The last district attorney who prosecuted Maroni was the one who led people to fish out the bait from the Gotham canal. What could they do when the witness who had originally agreed to testify changed his testimony in court?

To put it bluntly, the only thing they have left is the police uniforms they are wearing. If they didn't have them, who knows how those bastards would deal with them.

"Gordon, you were right to get a divorce and let them leave here...very right." Brock threw the last donut into his mouth.

"Ah..." Gordon sighed and put on his glasses, "Let's go, let's go see Mr. Maroni, if he needs anything."

"Him? He needs freedom..."

Brock grinned and laughed sarcastically.

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"Look, I have to prove myself as a husband and a father, you know, if it weren't for these important things, I wouldn't do this."

The man, Jack, who had been crying on his wife's lap in the house that day, was now sitting at a small table in a bar.

He was explaining something to the two men in front of him, but those two men didn't care at all why he did this job.

"Okay, okay, we get it. How much do you know about ACE Chemical Plant?" A man interrupted him and asked directly.

ACE Chemical Plant is the Kane family's property, but due to industrial adjustments, the chemical plant has been temporarily closed.

"I... I started out as a lab assistant there, it was a really good job, but what did I do? I quit to become a comedian..."

Jack thought back to the stupid things he had done and grabbed his hair in annoyance. After resigning from ACE Chemical Factory, when he was looking for a job again, only the old chemical factories in Arkham were willing to hire him.

And what did he do...Jack frowned in pain.

The two men looked at each other, pushed the glasses in front of Jack, and one of them said:

"Well, we need your help getting through that chemical plant, and you'll make a killing, won't you?"

The man coaxed her: "Just think about it, you can also have a lot of money, good wine, luxury cars, and beautiful women."

"No, no, no, I just want to take Jenny away from that old house." Jack waved his hands quickly. He didn't want those things. He just wanted...

"Okay, in order to prevent others from associating 'robbery' with you, we have prepared something good for you."

Another man took out a suitcase from under the table. When he opened it, there was a red hood inside, like a bucket, and it was a little reflective.

"This is what...the Red Hood gang wore last month?"

Jack asked in surprise. He still watched the news, so he knew the origin of this special headgear.

"Come on, there's no such thing as the Red Hood Gang. They're just robbers wearing masks, just like us."

"Think about it, brother. Tonight you just need to lead us through the chemical plant. You don't have to do anything else. Tomorrow, you will get a sum of money and can go anywhere you want to that damn place."

At this time, the door of the bar was pushed open and two policemen walked in.

The two people who were originally singing in unison quickly lowered their heads, not wanting to attract attention. Jack lowered his head nervously and drank the wine in the glass.

The two policemen walked to the bar, held up a photo and said something to the store owner, then turned and looked over.

There were still very few customers in the bar during the day.

The policeman came over and stood next to Jack. Jack was sweating coldly. He had just decided to become a bank robber...

"Excuse me...are you Mr. Jack? Mr. Jack who lives in Mrs. Burgess's house." the policeman asked.

"I…I am," Jack nodded nervously.

The two policemen looked at each other. The policeman who had just asked the question took off his hat and said in a sympathetic tone:

"Listen, I hate to tell you this bad news. The probability of such an accident is only one in a thousand. The hospital will tell you what happened. Your wife...died."

Another policeman raised his hand and patted Jack on the shoulder, "Listen, if I were you, I would choose to drink a few more glasses."

After delivering the message, the two policemen left the bar.

Only Jack was stunned, sitting on the chair like a wooden man, unable to believe the bad news for a long time.

The two "accomplices" heard what happened to Jack, but they were more concerned about the plan they had made.

The employee on duty at the bank tonight is one of their own. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As long as they walk past the chemical plant, they can take away all the banknotes without anyone noticing.

"Jenny, this is impossible... impossible..."

"Brother, your wife has passed away. I am very sad, but you must come tonight so that you can bury her properly tomorrow. Those who escape from the battlefield will not have a good end, without exception."

"But, but...she."

"It's all right. You're going tonight, right?"

"...Yes, I...I will go."

The two men smiled at each other, turned around and walked out of the bar. Only Jack sat in the chair with empty eyes, looking at the wine in the glass.

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