mtl008 Chapter 3304 Bloody New City (53)
Chapter 3304 Bloody New City (53)
Chapter 3304 Bloodshed in New City (Fifty-three)
When Gordon received the call from the police, he just rubbed his forehead and said nothing. He looked at Batman standing in the corner of the room and said, "I told you, it's not that I don't want to explain to you, but I don't have time. If you are free, then do me a favor."
Gordon put down the phone, looked at him and said, "Someone called the police and said that the daughter of protester Willy was murdered. The house is full of blood. Vicious crimes happen frequently, and we don't have more manpower. You go over and take a look."
Batman didn't want to move, but Nightwing walked in. He looked exhausted, with wounds on his face, but he still stood in front of the table and said, "The case on Skylark Street has been resolved. A total of 17 people died, and 36 were rescued. The murderer was caught, but he only admitted that he had a personal grudge with the factory manager."
Gordon had no expression, neither angry nor sad. Nightwing also felt something was wrong, and he looked at Gordon with a probing expression.
Soon, Gordon stood up, looked at Nightwing and said, "I will resign from the position of director. In the next period of time, you have to work hard, just like you are now."
"What?!" Nightwing looked at him in disbelief, "You want to resign?! How can you resign at this time?? Gotham needs you! Chief!!"
Batman also looked at Gordon. He didn't expect Gordon to choose to resign at this time.
"Gotham does need me, but it doesn't necessarily need James Gordon as the police chief." Gordon lowered his head and said, "I can't let a 15-year-old kid take on such a responsibility."
Batman and Nightwing didn't understand what he was saying. Only Gordon himself knew that Willy's daughter's identity could indeed arouse people's sympathy, but it was hard to trust a little girl who hadn't even entered high school.
Since he had attacked Haviez, but let him live, the criticism from the Haviez family would never stop. It would be better for him to leave than to fall in disgrace.
He wanted to see where these upper-class people could find such a fair and reliable dog if they left him.
Nightwing wanted to speak again, but Batgirl Barbara had already walked in. She looked up at Gordon silently, then took off her mask.
Nightwing was stunned, he knew how much effort Batgirl had put into hiding her identity, and the last thing he wanted was for his father to know what he was doing.
But Barbara said, "I saw the news just now. That guy named Havitser said you murdered him. He told you to apologize to him or he won't let you go."
Nightwing was so shocked that he couldn't speak again. The situation changed too quickly. Gordon actually attacked Havitser and almost killed him? !
Gordon was also surprised for a moment when he saw Barbara's face, but he seemed to have thought of something soon. He kept some questions in his heart.
"I told you my true identity only to let you know that using me to threaten you would be the stupidest decision those criminals have ever made. The worries you have are simply non-existent." Barbara said in a cold tone, "If they really dare to come, I will make them regret it for the rest of their lives."
Gordon's tense expression relaxed a little. Barbara probably watched the news and checked the surveillance video, heard what Havitser said, and thought her father took action because his daughter's safety was threatened.
"Yes, you are excellent and I am proud of you." Gordon said from the bottom of his heart.
Barbara's expression also relaxed. She didn't expect the anger and reprimand to come. But at the same time, she felt strange. She knew her father very well. James Gordon would never allow her to do such a dangerous thing.
The only exception is that he himself wants to do something more dangerous.
Barbara's heart began to sink more and more.
The last time she heard Gordon tell her to learn to protect herself was when Batman disappeared because of the Joker's plan and he had to face this madman alone.
Gordon turned to walk out, but Barbara grabbed him and said, "What are you going to do?"
"Send me a resignation letter and go home to have some sleep."
This did not comfort Barbara at all. She still held Gordon's arm tightly and said, "You don't have to face them alone. We will all help you."
"Yeah, so I just go home and rest, and don't think too much about it."
Barbara watched him walk away, her heart pounding. She stumbled as she lifted her foot, and Nightwing held her up.
"Are you OK?"
"It's okay, I just have a bad feeling." Barbara turned to look at Batman and said, "What are you going to do next, Batman?"
Batman didn't want to go to Willy's house at first, he still wanted to find out the truth of the matter. But looking at Barbara's eyes, he couldn't say no.
The standoff didn't last long, as Barbara and Nightwing were taken away by a new case, and Batman drove to Willy's door.
Even at noon, the sky was still very dark. The window with broken glass had curtains drawn, so Batman couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.
He had no choice but to turn the doorknob, and then found that the door was not locked. He pushed the door open and saw Schiller standing in a pool of blood.
Schiller turned back and nodded when he saw Batman. Batman frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Then why are you here again?"
"I'll investigate."
"Then so do I."
"I want to know what happened during this time." Batman said, "I don't think you can say that all this has nothing to do with you."
"It's not just that it has nothing to do with me." Schiller opened his hands and turned around in a circle, then said, "All the questions you are wondering about now come from me. This is why I am standing here. I am going to explain it all to you. How about it, am I more reasonable than the clown?"
Batman frowned deeply.
Because he knew very well that if a plan remained unknown, it would mean there was a risk of failure. But if a mastermind personally announced his plan, it almost meant that he was bound to win.
Schiller put one hand in the pocket of his suit pants. He began to pace in the middle of the room and said, "Where should we start? ... Let's start with you and the Pale Knight."
"Of course, there are some conflicts between you. After all, you were once mortal enemies. It would be strange if you could reconcile instantly. It is normal to have conflicts."
"But you also share a common goal, a very grand goal, which is to completely change this city for the better."
"For this grand goal, you can compromise with each other. It is quite commendable to put aside personal grudges and work towards a common goal."
"There's just one small problem. The route is wrong. The faster you run, the more wrong it gets."
"If I were an ordinary person in Gotham, I would just say that it's good to try hard, but don't try harder next time."
"You may want to ask me what I think you did wrong. But you might as well ask me what you did right."
"I am not being arrogant, so I won't use those very sharp words to describe your series of actions. To put it simply, the better you do, the worse you are."
"This sounds contradictory, but it is true. Because all your actions to save the city are just to cover up the real villains' crimes and oppress the people."
"You must feel very wronged. Is it wrong to fight crime?"
"Of course not entirely. If crime in Gotham wasn't an investment, it would be true. But unfortunately, you know very well that crime in Gotham is not a law and order issue, but a means of oppression."
"Fighting crime is improving public security, but Gotham's crime is not crime. It does not need to be solved by improving public security. If you insist on solving it in this way, you are depriving the public of their right to know the truth. You want to use the word 'public security' to cover up the truly evil truth - exploitation."
"The same is true for the Pale Knight. Improving welfare is intended to solve the poverty problem, but Gotham's poverty is not poverty. It is not the kind of poverty that can be solved by improving social welfare. And he must use this method to solve it, which makes people simply attribute poverty to insufficient social welfare."
"Do you know what social welfare is? It is not the kindness of the rich to the poor, but efforts to improve fair distribution. However, if some measures are needed to improve fair distribution, it means that it is unfair in the first place. The measures are not even really improved, but are just a means of covering up. The more they cover up, the more unscrupulous those who cause unfairness will become."
"This is the problem with reformists like you and the Pale Rider. You are not saviors, but paperhangers. Not paperhangers of society, but paperhangers of the upper class, which you hate the most."
"They cut the poor, and you bandage the wound. When you see the poor wailing in pain, you give them lots of painkillers. Then everything becomes peaceful, as tranquil as heaven. But what are those skeletons lying on the beds?"
"You bandaged the wounds and stopped the wailing, but that only made people die a little less painfully. But people shouldn't have died in the first place."
"Your actions have weakened the wounded who really wanted to resist, because their companions are intoxicated by the anesthesia of painkillers. They are also entangled by the bandages that were wrapped with good intentions, and in the end, nothing will change."
"You are curious about my plan, but everything on the other path I took has nothing to do with you. As for the part that concerns you, I don't expect you to do anything. I just hope you will stop and stop being an accomplice."
Batman's lips moved, but he didn't seem to want to refute. But just as he opened his mouth, his communicator rang.
The anxious voice of the Pale Knight came from the other side: "Harley has fainted again! What happened?! The doctor said that the situation suddenly worsened..."
Batman looked at Schiller suddenly. Schiller stood at the window and said, "Stop and do something else."
"What did you do to Harley?"
Schiller just shook his head.
Batman stared at him in silence for a while, and finally he opened the safety of the tranquilizer gun on his arm armor. Just as he was about to shoot, he heard Schiller whisper:
"Would you like to meet Jason Todd?"