Anti-hero of a certain comic

"Detective Gordon, long time no see."

A man in a fur coat said hello on the third floor of the Iceberg Restaurant.

He looked down at Gordon, his face as pale as if he had rarely been exposed to the sun.

The hooked nose and monocle give off a somewhat cold air.

The Penguin, who is famous in Gotham's underworld, is thin and thin, not short and fat.

Wearing a black top hat and a neat tuxedo underneath the coat, he held a long-handled umbrella in his hand rather out of place.

"We are a legally operated entertainment venue here. If you break in without a warrant, I will complain to the mayor."

Penguin Cobot's expression was sinister, his small eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a dangerous aura.

He and Gordon were old acquaintances. When he was still an unknown umbrella boy, he got to know the young Detective James Gordon because of one of Gotham's most famous murder cases.

Although the two of them are not friends, they can be considered old acquaintances.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cobot, someone reported that you were engaged in illegal financial activities."

Gordon had a serious and business-like tone. He had already captured most of the Maroney family today.

As long as the gangster in front of him, who walks like a penguin, is also imprisoned, the entire Gotham can restore its original order.

As for how to launch an effective accusation, Gordon believes that Leo will give him enough help in this regard.

The young heir of the White family has huge power in his hands. It is naturally easy for him to investigate the underworld family in Gotham.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Gordon? You know, once the horn of war sounds, the charge will not stop. Are you sure you want to be the guy who starts the war?"

Penguin Cobot slowly walked down the stairs. His body was thin and he looked a bit frail. He was followed by a group of big and sturdy bodyguards.

It's hard to imagine that such a sinister-looking man once teamed up with Maroni to knock down the arrogant Romans and defeat many criminals in Gotham.

Even for a period of time, Mr. Cobbler was a strong contender for the position of mayor of Gotham, almost entering politics and winning an honor for his family.

Looking at his struggle, it is absolutely inspirational.

He started out as an unremarkable umbrella boy, the illegitimate son of the Cobot family who lived abroad. In just a few years, he stepped on Falcone to become the leader. Later, he even snatched a piece of cake from Maroni and gradually became the leader of Gotham. The seat of power.

It is completely a growth epic of a small character!

"The war has started a long time ago, Oswald. You have controlled this city for too long, letting it continue to fall... Do you know where Naihe Island is? It is a dark slum! The poor suffer. living hell!"

Gordon looked at the Penguin who was walking in front of him, put a hand on his shoulder, lowered his head and said, "I have been waiting for this opportunity to put you in prison and let the people realize the existence of justice..."

"Jim, it's been so long, and you're still an idealist... Forgive me for being surprised by this, because it's so funny! Tell me, Jim, when did Gotham have such a thing as justice?"

Penguin Cobot changed his name. He removed the hand on his shoulder and looked up at the middle-aged Gordon.

The other party is no longer young, but there is still a ridiculous innocence in those eyes.

What kind of fool would pursue something that never existed?

"It will be there today!"

Gordon replied loudly.

This decisive answer made Penguin Cobot's face stiffen, and then he quickly returned to smiling.

"It's a pity that you can't catch anyone today.

Come on, I'm not a fool like Maroni, who only has smuggling and drugs in mind - that's tasteless and completely inconsistent with the taste of the Cobot family. "

Penguin clapped his hands. The atmosphere in the Iceberg Restaurant, which had been tense due to the sudden intrusion of the Gotham Police Department, soon returned to its cheerful atmosphere of singing and dancing.

Melodious tunes flowed in the air. The gamblers exchanging chips and the wealthy people seeking pleasure began to have fun without even looking at the policeman standing at the door.

Obviously, they trust Penguin Cobot more than they are nervous about the arrival of the Gotham Police Department.

"My casino has a legal operating license. My beautiful girls are all serious public relations girls, which are different from the street girls. As for my business, it is also a completely reasonable business competition... …You can’t catch me.”

Penguin Cobot looked confident. The biggest role of the Iceberg Restaurant was to launder money and network connections for gangsters.

Regarding the former, he designed a meticulous and complex process.

It ranges from the use of the securities industry and bearer bonds to the registration of handbag companies and casino token exchanges, which are simply not traceable by the Gotham Police Department.

As for the latter's network of connections, the second-floor club of the Iceberg Restaurant has four city councilors, two union representatives, a prosecutor and a judge.

Penguin Cobot didn't think Gordon could do anything to him. The reason why the other party was able to arrest Maroni was just because these gangs lived too comfortably and lost their original vigilance.

They even forget that once they lose the fear brought by violence and the shelter brought by money, gangsters are nothing.

Most of the idiots who think they can be lawless in Gotham with their fists won't survive long.

Gangsters are wild dogs. If they are not fierce enough, no one will be afraid of them. However, if they are attracted by a few fleshy bones and lose their vigilance unknowingly, they are not far away from death.

"Now you can search at will. By the way, I will reserve the right to file a complaint against you."

Penguin Cobot took a deep look at Gordon, then turned around and left, swinging his long-handled umbrella.

…………

"I did not find any contraband in the Iceberg Restaurant. Cobot was cunning and cautious and did not leave any loopholes."

Gordon, who led the police team to wipe out the Maroney family, appeared in his suite at the Viceroy Hotel on the Upper East Side half an hour later.

"We have interrogated those... PR girls. They are indeed not prostitutes, and the cash flow in the casino is also normal, or it is difficult to verify carefully."

Speaking of this, Gordon couldn't help but sound a little frustrated.

He was just one step away from bringing all the leaders of Gotham's two underground forces to court.

"Oswald Cobblepot...he is not important. Black Mask lost his territory in the port area of ​​Naihe Island, Maroni also faced multiple criminal charges, and Gotham's underground power collapsed within a week— —I have to say, you did a great job, Detective Gordon."

Leo handed over a glass of whiskey and praised with a smile.

He was indeed right to choose Gordon. If it were any other police officer, even with his secret support, he might not have dared to take such bold and crazy actions.

More than forty gang members were arrested at one time, and all of them were high-level cadres of the Maroney family. Tons of contraband were seized on Sullivan's Island and Adams Port.

This bombshell will probably cause an uproar early tomorrow morning.

"To celebrate your becoming the 'rising star' of the Gotham Police Department in advance, I should probably send you a 'Crime Busters' pennant."

Hearing Leo's joke, Gordon couldn't help but smile bitterly.

When he returned to the police station today, all his colleagues looked at him strangely, as if they were deliberately alienated from strangers.

Gordon was familiar with this feeling. When he had troubled Falcone before, his colleagues in the police department were like this and avoided him.