Chapter 3328 Bloodshed in New City (Fifty-One)

Chapter 3302 Bloody New City (51)

When the man with a gun rushed in, there was no one in the house. His mission goal, the damn red-haired girl, was rescued by someone. The other party's movements were so flexible that he didn't even see a figure.

News was played on the TV in the living room. What appeared on the screen was the face of Boer who was beaten to the bloody face. But there was also a video that appeared at the same time.

In the first person perspective, two fists punched Boer's face with their bows left and right until they broke his skull and beat him out of his brain.

Boer could still scream at first, but later he only had meaningless convulsions, and finally he disappeared completely.

There is no doubt that this is a murder.

The young man who killed Boer was well-trained, not only very strong, but also skilled in punching. His identity was soon announced. He is a black boxer named Shik.

Shik's life trajectory is also very simple. Both parents died and they depended on each other for life. His academic performance is pretty good, but because something happened to his sister in high school, he had to drop out of school and go to fight black boxing.

His sister seemed to have suffered a car accident and was completely paralyzed in bed. For some reasons, he failed to get insurance compensation, so he needed to earn medical expenses for his sister by fighting against black fists.

A very typical person from Gotham, an unlucky guy who should have died quietly on a rainy night.

But no, he appeared in a villa near the suburbs of Gotham's steel industry giant Boer, and directly smashed his skull with those powerful fists, killing him to death.

And he recorded all this into video, handed it over to the TV station, and was screened.

In a dark and narrow basement, Fiona watched the entire video. She clenched her fists and said, "So it was his plan, and he used me."

The catwoman gave her a cup of hot coffee and said, "Why can't he have a grudge against Boer himself and take this opportunity to take revenge?"

Fiona pursed her lips and said, "I promised Mr. Mayor not to kill. I think he is a good person and I should keep my promise."

"Yes, that should be. But those who broke into your house probably didn't want to have a good talk with you, right?"

"Okay, they want to kill me, and I'll kill them too. I'm just protecting myself." Fiona took a deep breath.

The catwoman looked at the girl in front of her. She did look very young, but she was only 15 years old. Moreover, her father protected her very well, so she was shaken just by watching a murder.

This made Catwoman question Schiller's decision a little. Will this girl really be the key person?

But she didn't say much, just watched Fiona drink her coffee and said, "Do you have a good relationship with the mayor?"

"He is willing to help my father get justice. He is the only one who is willing to do so. He also tried his best. I'm grateful to him."

"So what about him to you?"

"I know he feels a little guilty about me," Fiona said in a deep breath. "He seemed to blame my father's death on his own, but I know it's not. It has nothing to do with him. It's my father. Choose to do this.”

"Have you ever thought about taking advantage of this kind of guilt?"

"What's the meaning?"

"They are going to kill you." Catwoman repeated again, "They have to kill you because you are a hero. They will soon realize that your father Willy's death is the beginning of everything. It's him Give people the courage to resist."

"In order to completely eliminate this courage, they will definitely find ways to eliminate you, or simply force you to bow to them and use some dirty means to shake people's hope."

"I won't surrender to them!" Fiona said firmly.

"Some things are not as simple as you think." said the Catwoman. "No one has ever stood up, what about their results?"

Fiona soon remembered something her father told her. That was the source of his nightmare for a long time. She couldn't help but shivered, but held the coffee and said, "If I can't live like a hero, at least I can die like my father."

The catwoman then looked at her with some different eyes. But when he remembered what Schiller had told him, he knocked on the table and said, "You must live, Miss. Because not only the upper class, ordinary people will also find that your father has embarked on a great journey."

"As the heir to your father's will, you are an important spiritual symbol. If you fall down easily, it will hurt your loved ones and your enemy will be happy."

"Then what do you think I should do?" Fiona breathed in a hurry. She felt excited, but also nervous.

"Use your relationship with the mayor to convince him to help you." The catwoman leaned closer a little, squatted down, looked at Fiona from bottom to top and said, "You don't have much strength at all, you must Grasp every possibility. Not only for you, but also for your father.”

Fiona's hand holding the coffee cup gradually clenched. She took a sip of coffee absent-mindedly.

At this time, Catwoman dropped another bombshell.

"I know who instructed the gunman to kill your father."

Fiona immediately stared at her.

"But you can't go to him, do you know why?"

"Because I can't protect myself?"

The catwoman looked at her and said, "What if the murderer also stood on your father's side?"

"What did you say?"

"I mean, if one day you find the murderer who killed your father, and realize that your father is right, and he decides to help you, what will you do?"

"I... I don't know..." Fiona shook her head in confusion, she said, "He assassinated my father, he must be a despicable villain. How could he support my father? Maybe..."

"Do you know what your father will do?"

Fiona fell silent. She mechanically took a sip of coffee, and then said: "He once told me that poor people always vent too much anger on their companions. But that's just bullying the weak. And what he has to do is to defeat the strong with the weak."

Fiona's lips were tightly pressed against the coffee cup, and her tone seemed a little vague. She said: "He told me that if I feel angry one day, I must look up first. I always don't understand what this means. But now I seem to understand a little bit."

Catwoman stood up, folded her arms and looked at her and said: "You are already very good, but you don't understand fast enough. You don't have much time."

Fiona put down the coffee cup and collided with the table with a light sound. She stood up and said, "I'm going to the municipal building. I'm going to see the mayor."

When Fiona was brought to the door of the mayor's office by Ms. Weiss, she vaguely saw Gordon's figure. She closed her eyes in some pain and her steps paused.

But when she turned around, she saw Ms. Weiss's smiling face.

"Don't be afraid, miss. Mr. Napier is the best mayor ever."

Fiona clenched her fists, knocked on the door, and walked in. Gordon's eyes were immediately locked on her.

No mistake, one song, one content, one look!

"Someone wants to kill me." Fiona said.

The pale knight sitting on the office chair stood up. He hurried to Fiona and said, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"No, someone saved me." Fiona calmed down and said, "I was wrong about Bol. I was too impulsive. But I really didn't want to kill anyone. I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you."

The Pale Knight looked at her and said, "I know you mean well, miss. Now that things have come to this, there's no need to think about it anymore."

Fiona remembered what Catwoman said. She pinched the corner of her clothes with her fingers and lowered her head and said, "I dreamed of my father yesterday and remembered some of the things he said to me before. I think I should follow his example and do more for ordinary people."

"When I heard about the death bet, I was almost mad. So when I received Bol's clue, I rushed over without thinking. I just wanted to help you."

The Pale Knight's expression softened visibly. Gordon really couldn't say anything. He walked over with heavy steps and looked at Fiona and said, "Maybe you mean well, but the situation is getting worse and worse."

"Can you tell me what happened?" Fiona asked.

"Boll's death made them feel deeply terrified. They chose to take extreme measures..."

"For example?"

"If you can't control criminals, then create criminals." Gordon turned around and said, "Just within two hours after Boll's death, supermarket bombings, bank massacres, serial murders... There have never been so many vicious cases at the same time. Many people died."

Gordon covered half of his face with his hand. Fiona had already imagined the tragic scene, and she said, "Then it seems that we can only choose to fight to the end. Sir, I'm only 15 years old. I don't want to die. What about you?"

Gordon's fingertips trembled a little. He was not afraid of death, but he still had a daughter who was not much older than Fiona, and he promised her mother to raise her well.

In addition, those who died in the tragedy were all because he failed to catch the culprits at once. He was responsible for their deaths. Most importantly, no more people should die.

The police had no power to kill, but he had been forced into a dead end. He had no other choice.

Gordon didn't know how he walked out of the municipal building. When he returned to the police station, he saw a long black car parked at the door.

As soon as he walked into the lobby of the police station, he saw a man in a suit walking out with others.

That was one of the few culprits he caught. A second-generation idiot who was slow to react and stupid enough, but they still sacrificed two police officers to catch him. One of them was only 18 years old and had just graduated from the police academy.

The second-generation idiot deliberately bumped into Gordon, shook his head and said, "I told you a long time ago that I will be out soon. Wait, when I go back and tell my dad, you will be dead!"

"I heard that you still have a daughter. If you don't want to lose your job as the director, let her come to me in person to apologize. Maybe for her sake, my father will keep you a job as an ordinary policeman. Or you can come to my house to apply for security when you can't pay off your credit card, haha."

After that, he patted Gordon on the shoulder and walked out of the door of the police station under the gaze of everyone.

The moment he heard the sound of the car starting, Gordon felt something in his brain snap.

He paused for only a second, picked up the keys of the police car from the table next to him, and walked out of the back door of the police station.

Half an hour later, Gordon stood on the edge of the Gotham Bridge. He took off his hat and exhaled tremblingly.

There was a hazy morning light in front of him, a busy traffic behind him, dark clouds above his head, and steel under his feet.

The fibers all over his body weave into his skin, and every movement brings countless waves. The police badge on his chest melts into his lungs, and every breath exhales splashing steel flowers. The boots under his feet dig into the ground, and every step is rooted in blood and iron.

Cold mist rises from the Gotham River, and the back half of the luxury car gradually sinks into the water, like a mountain swallowed by the abyss.

When he stares into the abyss, the abyss looks back at him.

Gordon saw Schiller standing on the river bank. Schiller is also looking up at him.

Schiller's lips moved, and Gordon couldn't hear his voice. But he heard it again, and heard the voice deep in his heart again.

"I witnessed everything, you have no choice. James Gordon."

Sorry, it's a little late