Anti-hero of a certain comic

"So it was you who put in a good word for me?"

Ten minutes later, Gordon got his wish and was sitting in a private club.

The young Mr. White finally did not choose the roadside cafe this time.

This is the Yacht Club of Miller Bay in the Upper East Side. People who come in and out of this place every day are all elites who are either rich or noble.

After all, the membership fee is hundreds of thousands, and if you want to enjoy the "berth rights" for yachts in Gotham Port, you also need to pay millions in annual fees, which is not affordable for ordinary people.

For a long time, Gotham's wealthy no longer showed off how many rounds they could hit on the golf course or how many new sports cars they bought, but instead used "how many berths you have" as a status symbol.

"I just happened to mention your name when I was chatting with Mr. Mayor and Chief Superintendent Arnold."

Leo was sitting on his private yacht, looking at the tall buildings in the Upper East Side that were gradually becoming blurry.

Detective Gordon next to him seemed a little reserved, as if he was not used to the unfamiliar environment.

But anyone on a 456-foot-long luxury yacht that looks like a sea fortress might be a little nervous.

This luxury yacht called the "Admiral" originally belonged to the collection of Mr. White. Its exquisite decoration and luxurious style naturally needless to say.

Such as numerous guest rooms decorated with crystal chandeliers and exquisite marble, a two-level swimming pool and two private cinemas, as well as a helicopter landing pad and so on.

But the most incredible thing is that in addition to the above entertainment facilities, the yacht is also equipped with a missile defense system and a mini-submarine.

Those last two are the main reasons why Leo likes this yacht so much.

"I have been in Gotham for a short time, but I can also feel that this city is different from other places."

Leo walked into the indoor living room and said to Gordon.

This upright but not pedantic police detective is the helper he wants to win.

The Sky Eye Society itself is relatively secretive and sensitive, and it is difficult to directly intervene in Gotham's affairs.

Since Batman chooses to continue fighting alone, Leo might as well be kind enough to help.

Let the Dark Knight's vigilante career speed up a little.

"So the action the Chief Superintendent told me was also your intention?"

Gordon frowned. Chief Superintendent Arnold announced in public at the Gotham Police Station today that a city-wide anti-gang operation was about to begin.

The Crime Squad, SWAT team, and other police officers all participate without exception.

There is no doubt that this is a bombshell!

Gotham, which has always been controlled by the mafia family, is actually going to launch an anti-mafia operation?

You must know that the mayor of Gotham is also a high-risk job, and its risks are not lower than those of the police chief.

No one dares to guarantee whether those lawless gangsters will do anything crazy after suffering a heavy blow.

"That's the real reason you found me, right?"

Gordon seemed to suddenly understand what Leo meant when he said "need help" when he and Leo met for the first time.

Combating Gotham's mafia family will inevitably risk their lives, and no police officer will be willing to take the initiative.

Therefore, even if Chief Superintendent Arnold issues an order, it is likely to end dismally with a lot of thunder but little rain.

"Detective Gordon, isn't this exactly what you want? Ever since you stepped into the Gotham Police Department, you have always wanted to change this city."

A smile appeared on Leo's face. He shook the wine glass in his hand and said softly: "When you were young, you wanted to become a hero of Gotham, and now is the best opportunity - a brave and fearless justice policeman. Detective stepped forward and led the Gotham Police Department to crack down on gangs and eradicate evil."

"Instead of waiting for the savior to appear, waiting for those masked heroes to lend a helping hand, why not do it yourself!? Those vigilantes are not God, and they cannot save everyone."

Leo's voice seemed to be filled with magic, making Gordon's body slightly

Trembling.

Although he didn't know the true purpose of the young man in front of him, nor why he did what he did.

But as Leo said, this is an opportunity.

It can wipe out Gotham's tangled mafia family and let people see the light of hope for justice.

"how should I do?"

Gordon lowered his head and thought for a long time, then looked at the young man sitting opposite.

"Whatever you want to do, then do it. Whether you start with Maroni or Penguin first, it's up to you."

Leo said in a relaxed tone.

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Gotham at night, with its brightly lit and flashy surface, is a place of filth and evil.

If someone takes a shortcut into a dark alley, there's a good chance he or she will be featured in the next day's newspaper as a murder victim.

Gordon gently opened the door to his home. By this time, his wife and daughter should have gone to bed early.

He took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, wanting to dissipate the strong smell of alcohol from his body before returning to the bedroom to rest.

Yes, Gordon drank a lot tonight.

After leaving the luxury yacht that he could never afford to buy in his entire life, this usually dull and dull police detective walked into a bar for the first time.

Many times, alcohol is the best way to forget your worries.

"Gotham..."

Gordon went outside to the balcony and lit a cigarette.

He looked at the city at night and couldn't help but think of the first time he saw Gotham as a child.

At that time, Gordon was just a country boy who came to the bustling metropolis from the suburbs.

When he was young, he was completely shocked by the light of Gotham, the bustling crowds, the cars speeding on the streets, the dazzling comic shops and the ice cream carts walking through the streets.

Everything a child longs for can be found in this city, just like Peter Pan's Neverland.

Later, Gordon joined the army and went to the Chicago Police Department. He was ostracized for reporting that his colleagues had taken bribes in private.

Unable to stay any longer, he took the initiative to apply for transfer to the Gotham Police Department, returning to the dream city of his childhood.

However, when Gordon grew up, the Gotham he saw was so cold and cruel.

Innocent people die every day in dark alleys and by dirty, smelly ditches.

Those gangsters walk openly in this city, enter and leave high-end places without scruples, and have no fear of judges and police.

He didn't understand what was going on in this city, what was the problem?

Why do criminals and lunatics emerge in endlessly, and why do justice and light disappear?

"It's an opportunity."

The cigarette burned to the end unknowingly. Gordon threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and his confused eyes became firm.

Someone always has to stand up and face the dangerous future full of uncertainty; someone always has to make a voice to awaken the numb people.

If that's the case, then why can't it be yourself! ?

Gordon turned around and walked into the living room, took a shower in the bathroom, washed away the smell of tobacco and alcohol from his body, and then gently climbed into bed.

"You're back?"

The wife seemed to have not slept well, and asked in a vague voice.

"Why do you smoke? I remember you stopped smoking after Barbara was born."

Even if I stood on the balcony and blew a gust of cold wind, the smell on my body was not completely dissipated.

Gordon patted his wife on the shoulder and said softly: "Just this one, it's okay. Good night."

He closed his eyes, numbed by deep exhaustion and alcohol, and gradually fell into sleep.

Gordon's last thought before falling asleep was -

Gotham will be better tomorrow.