OBS Chapter 3302 Bloody New City (51)
Chapter 3302 Bloody New City (51)
Chapter 3302: Bloody New City (Fifty-one)
When the gunman rushed in, there was no one in the house. His target, the damn red-haired girl, was rescued by someone. The other party was so agile that he didn't even see a shadow of her.
The TV in the living room was playing the news. What appeared on the screen was Boll's bloody face. But at the same time, there was also a video.
From a first-person perspective, two fists swung left and right at Boll's face until his skull was shattered and his brains popped out.
At first, Bol could still make some screams, but later on, all he could do was twitch meaninglessly, and finally, he was completely silent.
There is no doubt that this was a massacre.
The young man who killed Boll was well-trained, very strong, and very skilled in punching. His identity was soon revealed. He was a black boxer named Hick.
Hick's life trajectory is also very simple. Both his parents died, and he and his sister depended on each other for survival. His academic performance was not bad, but because his sister got into trouble when he was in high school, he had to drop out of school to fight underworld boxing.
His sister seemed to have been in a car accident and was completely paralyzed in bed. Because he failed to get insurance compensation for some reason, he had to rely on fighting underworld boxing to earn medical expenses for his sister.
A very typical Gotham low-class person, a poor guy who should have died quietly on a rainy night.
But no, he showed up at the suburban villa of Gotham steel industry magnate Paul and smashed his skull with his powerful fists, beating him to death.
He also recorded it all on video, gave it to the TV station, and it was broadcast.
In a dark and narrow basement, Fiona watched the entire video. She clenched her fists and said, "So he planned this. He used me."
Catwoman handed her a cup of hot coffee and said, "Why can't he take this opportunity to get revenge on Paul?"
Fiona pursed her lips and said, "I promised the mayor not to kill anyone. I think he is a good man and I should keep my promise."
"Yes, that's what should be done. However, those who broke into your house didn't want to have a good talk with you, did they?"
"Well, they wanted to kill me, so I killed them. I was just protecting myself." Fiona took a deep breath.
Catwoman looked at the girl in front of her. She did look very young, but she was only 15 years old. Her father protected her very well, so she was just a bystander of a murder and looked a little shaken.
This made Catwoman question Schiller's decision. Could this girl really be the key figure?
But she didn't say much, just watched Fiona drink the coffee and said, "Do you have a good relationship with the mayor?"
"He was willing to help my father get justice. He was the only one willing to do that. And he tried his best. I am very grateful to him."
"And what did he do to you?"
"I know he feels a little guilty about me," Fiona said after taking a deep breath. "He seems to blame himself for my father's death, but I know that's not the case. It has nothing to do with him. It was my father's choice."
"Have you ever thought of taking advantage of this guilt?"
"What do you mean?"
"They're going to kill you," Catwoman repeated. "They have to kill you because you're the hero. They'll soon realize that the death of your father Willy was the beginning of everything. It was he who gave people the courage to resist."
"In order to completely destroy this courage, they will definitely find a way to destroy you, or simply force you to bow to them and use some dirty tricks to shake people's hope."
"I won't give in to them!" Fiona said firmly.
"Some things are not as simple as you think." Catwoman said, "It's not like no one has stood up before, what was their outcome?"
Fiona quickly remembered something her father had told her. That had been the source of his nightmares for a long time. She couldn't help but shudder, but still held the coffee and said, "If I can't live like a hero, at least I can die like my father."
Catwoman then began to look at her differently. But remembering what Schiller had told him, he knocked on the table and said, "You have to stay alive, Miss. Because not only the upper class, but also ordinary people will find out that your father has embarked on a great journey."
"As the successor of your father's legacy, you are an important spiritual symbol. If you fall easily, your loved ones will be sad and your enemies will be happy."
"So what do you think I should do?" Fiona breathed a little quickly. She felt excited, but also nervous.
"Use your relationship with the mayor to convince him to help you." Catwoman moved a little closer, squatted down, looked at Fiona from bottom to top and said, "Your power is limited, you must seize every possibility. Not only for yourself, but also for your father."
Fiona's grip on the coffee cup tightened gradually. She took a sip of coffee absentmindedly.
At this time, Catwoman dropped another bombshell.
"I know who ordered 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?"
Catwoman looked up at her and said, "What if the murderer also sided with your father?"
"What did you say?"
"I mean, if one day you found the murderer who killed your father, and realized that your father was right, and he decided to help you, what would you do?"
"I... I don't know..." Fiona shook her head in confusion. She said, "He assassinated my father. He must be a despicable person. How could he support my father? Maybe..."
"Do you know what your father would do?"
Fiona fell silent. She took a sip of coffee mechanically, then said, "He once told me that poor people always vent too much anger on their peers. But that's just bullying the weak. What he wants to do is to defeat the strong with the weak."
Fiona's lips were pressed tightly against the coffee cup, and her tone was 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, looked at her and said, "You are already very good, but you are not learning fast enough. You don't have much time."
Fiona put down her coffee cup with a soft thud. She stood up and said, "I'm going to the city hall. 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 pain and paused.
But when I turned around, I 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 fixed on her.
"Someone is trying to kill me," Fiona said.
The pale knight who was sitting on the office chair stood up in a flash. He hurried to Fiona and asked, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"No, someone saved me." Fiona calmed down and said, "I was wrong about Paul. I was too impulsive. But I really didn't mean 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, young lady. Now that it is over, there is no need to dwell on it."
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 furious. That's why I rushed over without thinking when I received Boll's clue. I just wanted to help you."
The Pale Knight's expression softened visibly. Gordon couldn't say anything. He walked over with heavy steps, 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 frightened. They chose to take extreme measures..."
"for example?"
"If you can't control criminals, then create them." Gordon turned around and said, "Within two hours of Boll's death, there were supermarket bombings, bank massacres, serial murders... Never before have so many vicious cases broken out at the same time. Many people died."
Gordon put his hand over half of his face. Fiona had already imagined the tragic scene, and she said, "Then it seems that we have no choice but 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, not much older than Fiona, and he promised her mother to raise her well.
Besides, those who died in the tragedy were all because he failed to catch the culprits all at once. He was responsible for their deaths. Most importantly, no more people should die.
The policeman had no power to kill, but he had been backed 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 sedan parked at the door.
As soon as he walked into the lobby of the police station, he saw a man in a suit swaggering out led by other people.
That was one of the few culprits he had caught. A slow, dumb, second-generation rich kid, but they still sacrificed two officers to catch him. One of them was only 18 years old and had just graduated from the police academy.
The rich kid deliberately bumped into Gordon, shook his head and said, "I told you a long time ago that I'll be out soon. Just wait, when I go back and tell my dad, you'll be dead!"
"I heard you have a daughter. If you don't want to lose your job as chief, let her come to me in person to apologize. Maybe for her sake, my father will keep you a job as an ordinary police officer. Or you can come to my house and apply for a security guard position when you can't pay off your credit card, haha."
After saying that, he patted Gordon on the shoulder and walked out of the police station under the gaze of everyone.
The moment he heard the sound of the car starting, Gordon felt like something in his head broke.
He paused for only a second, picked up the keys to 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 at the edge of the Gotham Bridge. He took off his hat and let out a shuddering breath.
There is hazy morning light in front of me, busy traffic behind me, dark clouds above my head, and steel under my feet.
The fibers of his body weave into his skin, and every movement creates countless waves. The police badge on his chest melts into his lungs, and every breath he exhales splashes of steel. The boots under his feet dig into the ground, and every step he takes is rooted in iron and blood.
A cold mist rose from the Gotham River, and the back half of the limousine gradually sank into the water, like a mountain swallowed by the abyss.
When he stared into the abyss, the abyss stared back at him.
Gordon saw Schiller standing on the river bank, and Schiller was looking up at him.
Schiller's lips moved, and Gordon could not hear his voice, but he heard it again, and heard the voice deep in his heart.
"I saw it all. You had no choice. James Gordon."
Sorry, it's a little late