Anti-hero of a certain comic

Gotham's Upper West Side, a corner cafe.

James Gordon stepped out of the taxi, the drizzle of rain soaking his brown coat.

The detective did not open the door and walk in, but stood under the eaves.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his water-stained black-rimmed glasses.

He glanced up at the gloomy sky. The city seemed to rarely have sunny days.

It is always gray all year round, either with heavy rain or clouds, as if there is a curtain in the sky.

No wonder people often joke that Gotham is a dark city without daylight.

"When will this damn weather get better?"

Gordon whispered.

As a veteran policeman with many years of career experience, he is keenly aware of the recent Gotham, revealing an unusually depressive atmosphere.

Like the eerie calm before the storm

The Gotham Police Department receives word that Roman Falcone is back.

This is simply like Bruce Wayne disappearing for seven years and suddenly resurrecting in front of the public. It is both shocking and unbelievable.

Carmine Falcone, this name represents so many different meanings.

He was the former godfather of Gotham's underworld, and the entire underground world was his Roman Empire.

The old man ruled the city beneath his feet with a tough hand and a ruthless attitude.

Falcone's return means that Gotham is likely to start another bloody storm

Those mafia families will not remain indifferent. They may unite and resist until the Roman is expelled from Gotham or sent to hell.

Gordon has experienced such a war. At that time, Penguin, who controlled the high-end financial district and fashion district, was just an umbrella boy.

The Maroni family that ruled Sullivan's Island was a group of unknown people, living in the shadow of the Romans.

"Hopefully it won't be what I thought it would be."

Putting the wiped glasses on the bridge of his nose, Gordon ended his thoughts of recollection, opened the door and walked into the coffee shop.

The temperature in the room is moderate, and soothing music flows in the air. It sounds like one step away from the famous tango song por una cabeza.

At this point, there were not many people in the coffee shop, and Gordon immediately saw the person he was meeting sitting by the window.

"Mr. White, although I don't know why you want to see me, I thought that a rich man like you would choose a higher-end venue, such as a five-star hotel or a private club."

Gordon hung the brown coat on the hanger at the door, then walked straight to the window and sat opposite Leo.

He didn't know what this young rich man who, like Bruce Wayne, had inherited a huge family fortune, wanted to do with him.

Although James Gordon has worked in the Gotham Police Department for many years, he has been in an embarrassing state of ups and downs.

He worked as a plainclothes detective, was demoted to a petty police officer, and even worked as a security guard on duty at Arkham Asylum for a period of time.

Everyone knows that Gordon is a stubborn person, even his old partner Harvey Bullock thinks so.

And in a place like Gotham, no matter what they do, diehards who insist on justice are always ostracized and ridiculed.

"Detective Gordon, you are the only good cop left in the Gotham Police Department. I think if I want to get some help from anyone, you must be the most suitable person."

Leo ordered a cup of Fogg coffee. After the negotiation with Bruce Wayne broke down, he was ready to intervene in Gotham in his own way.

In the prior plan, being able to reach a consensus with the young Batman would naturally be the best result.

But it doesn’t hurt if the idea doesn’t live up to expectations.

After all, the earth can turn around anyone, and Gotham is not yet Batman's inherent territory.

"I don't think I can do anything to help you, Mr. White."

Gordon was not impressed by the compliment. He adjusted his glasses and replied calmly.

Based on so many years of experience working in the Gotham Police Department, this detective understands one thing.

Showing courtesy for no reason must have some purpose.

A big shot like Leo White would need the help of a little detective

"Okay, let me be direct, Detective Gordon."

Leo reorganized the language. It seems that the circular chatting method is not suitable for people like James Gordon.

He looked at the detective sitting opposite him. It was hard to imagine that this middle-aged man with a face full of weathered marks was once the number one man in Gotham.

He dealt alone among the Romans, Penguins and a group of criminals, and he also had famous names such as "Gotham King of Singles" and "Gotham Gun King".

Back in the good old days when Bruce Wayne was a kid and the Kryptonian ship carrying Superman had just crash-landed on a Kansas farm.

What Gordon needs to face is just the Mafia family and antisocial elements.

"I am affiliated with a national intelligence agency, the Sky Eye Society."

Leo picked up the coffee, took a sip, and faced the other party's puzzled eyes, and said seriously: "You may not have heard of this name, but we do exist. You just need to understand that we are an organization similar to the FBI and CIA."

"As for confirming the identity, I will give you sufficient evidence later and let's talk about the topic first. According to the latest news I have received, a large transnational criminal group has recently carried out a terrorist attack on Gotham. Two days ago, the coast The patrol found that the Wayne Group's cargo ship had an accident. The hull was damaged and all crew members were killed. After checking the cargo list, they found that only one microwave transmitter was missing."

Gordon's face was solemn. He temporarily put aside his doubts about Leo's identity and listened carefully.

Just the words "criminal group" and "terrorist attack" are enough to cheer up the entire Gotham Police Department.

"That is a weapon purchased by the Ministry of National Defense. It is mainly used to evaporate the enemy's water supply in desert wars to achieve the effect of attacking the enemy."

When Leo received this news from the Sky Eye Society, he was actually quite surprised.

He has always believed that Bane is a dangerous figure, even more threatening than Batman.

Bain's calm and meticulous thinking ability, strong execution ability, and his own strength make Bain an important surveillance target of the Sky Eye Society.

According to archival information from a long-term investigation, Bain was born in the Caribbean Republic of Santa Prisca. The moment he was born, he was destined to face a cruel fate.

Because this child was born in a dark prison, his father was a mercenary of the Revolutionary Party in his country. He defected after the defeat of the war, and the price was that his pregnant wife was thrown into prison.

In this way, Bain grew up in a dungeon-like prison, forever trapped in that dirty, damp, sin-filled cage.

Riots, fights, murder, bloodshed, intimidation

All the evil that can be witnessed in the world happened before the eyes of young Bain.

The deep darkness, like a thick haze, twisted his mind, shaped his will, and crushed his human emotions.

Living with mice all day long, he struggled to survive every day until the boy grew up.

At that time, Bane was learning skills from brutal criminals and using all the resources at hand to strengthen himself.

This kind of life didn't end until he became the prison king, walked out of that dungeon, and joined the Assassin's League.

The plan to use a microwave emitter to vaporize the city's water supply and destroy Gotham with fear gas is clearly the plan of ninja master Lars al Ghul.

If it was Bain who did it, it would definitely be more than that.

That is a smart beast. He will first observe the surroundings and find out the weakness of the prey, and then attack boldly.

"Anyway, I can't give orders directly through the Gotham Police Department, as this will alarm some people, so I need an assistant, Detective Gordon."

Leo suppressed the thoughts in his mind and looked at James Gordon, who received a huge amount of information and couldn't digest it for a while.

"As long as you can prove your identity, I don't mind being your secret agent."

Gordon was silent for a moment and replied in a low voice.

He has always hoped to do something and spends his time doing simple work day after day. This is actually a kind of torture for a warrior who once fought for justice.

"I will contact you when I need you, Jim, can I call you this?"

Leo put the slightly cold coffee on the table, looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, and said softly: "Jim, be careful on the way home."