mtl008 Chapter 3282 Bloody New City (31)
Chapter 3282 Bloody New City (31)
Chapter 3282 Bloodshed in New City ()
It was another ordinary morning in Gotham, and two extraordinary conversations were taking place simultaneously in the reception room of Wayne Manor.
Schiller and Gordon came together, one to find Batman and the other to find the Pale Knight.
When seeing the two of them coming together, both Batman and the Pale Knight had a very bad feeling.
But they really had no reason to refuse the reception, because too many things had happened in Gotham recently, and the two of them alone could not handle it all, so they had to find help.
Besides, you can't avoid it forever if you hide for a while. What is coming will come. Even if they want to come and say "my condolences", the Pale Knight and Batman can only cooperate with the sadness.
As if trying to seek psychological comfort, Batman arranged the two teams to talk next to each other, as if this would provide spiritual support to the other side, but he was still thinking too simply.
As soon as he closed the door of the reception room, the Pale Knight saw Gordon standing in front of the sofa very seriously, with his hands on his hips and his windbreaker lifted to the back. He looked at him and said, "Jack, tell me, where did you take Cobblepot? Batgirl couldn't find him."
The Pale Knight frowned deeply. He looked into Gordon's eyes and asked, "What do you want to do with him?"
This is a very bad sign, the Pale Knight thought, Gordon is not a very arbitrary person, he usually does not take action without informing others, and once he does so, it proves that he has made up his mind and no one can shake him.
"I need him, Gotham needs him." Gordon seemed to be understating it at this time, which meant that he was not trying to convince someone, but just describing a fact that was about to happen.
The ominous premonition in the Pale Knight's heart became stronger and stronger.
"You can't do this, James. Penguin is too dangerous. Once he is released, it will only bring greater disaster to the city."
Gordon did not sit down. Instead, he walked up to the Pale Knight, looked him in the eye and said, "That is not for you to decide, Mr. Napier. Even if he is guilty, it must be decided by the court. You have no right to imprison him illegally."
The Pale Knight's eyes revealed an imperceptible pain. He looked at Gordon and said, "I thought you could understand me. You know how many ways that guy has to get away with it."
"Whose problem do you think this is, his? Or just his?"
Gordon's demeanor and tone reminded the Pale Knight of the little girl named Fiona. At the memorial service, she also stared at him and asked, "Why doesn't the law punish those who polluted the land and killed so many people, but instead punishes her father who pleaded for the people?"
The Pale Rider had no answer. If the laws were wrong, then who were they serving as justice?
"You didn't bring him to court, but imprisoned him with your own power, which just shows that you don't trust the law." Gordon pointed out, "You don't think the existing law is fair, so you don't want him to stand trial."
"I admit that I do think so about the Penguin issue. The law has no way to punish him, and I don't want to punish him. I know I don't have such power. I just don't want him to harm more people."
"Have you ever thought about changing it?" Gordon finally turned around, walked to the sofa and sat down, and then said, "Laws always serve those who have the power to make them. It is difficult to change the law, at least for us."
"But someone has raised the point to me, why don't we be the ones who make the law first and then change it?"
"If someone becomes the one who makes the laws, how can you guarantee that he will always stand on the side of ordinary people?" The Pale Knight also walked over and sat down. He looked at Gordon very sincerely and said, "If this person is so kind, then he will not be able to enter the upper class. If he succeeds in getting in, it means that he is the same as those elites. Such people will not consider the lower class."
"Then he has to do it." Gordon said, "Perhaps for a long time in the future, all he can show is attitude, but even if it is just an attitude, it is better than the current situation in Gotham, isn't it?"
"Who do you think could do this, Penguin?"
"You have to admit that his evil wisdom will help him in politics, and this is the best revenge we can take on those people."
The Pale Knight slowly closed his eyes and lowered his head. He said, "Revenge can't save anyone."
"That's better than having no ideology. Can you come up with a better idea?" Every word Gordon said struck the Pale Knight's heart.
He can't, of course he can't. When it comes to saving Gotham, he will say he wants to save Gotham; when it comes to improving the lives of the lower classes, he will improve the lives of the lower classes.
But no, these are all superficial efforts. The Pale Knight himself is aware of this. Whether it is setting up an anti-terrorist team or setting up a charity fund to improve people's livelihood as much as possible, it is like scratching an itch. If there is a little unrest, all things will not be implemented.
In Gotham's violent storms, the awning they propped up with a few wooden sticks was about to collapse, but they didn't even know where to find bricks, let alone reinforced concrete.
The Pale Knight didn't know what the problem was, and he didn't even know if it was a problem. Was this normal? Or were they not doing enough or well enough?
The Pale Knight began to feel his heart wavering.
Gordon's next words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and finally caused the Pale Knight's psychological defenses to collapse.
"If this drags on and the Napier Act dies a slow death, then all of this will become another meaningless upheaval. In addition to disappointing the ordinary people of Gotham once again, it will also once again help the elite consolidate their position."
"No matter what your original intention was, the result you caused made you a lackey and accomplice like Penguin. Even the damage he caused was not as great as yours. Can you accept such a result?"
"Of course not!" the Pale Knight said through gritted teeth.
"Then why don't you give it a try?" Gordon finally emphasized his tone. "I know that your misunderstanding of Batman and wrongly accusing a hero has brought you far more serious consequences than you imagined, and made you swear to never be so reckless again. But this is not a reason for you to be timid, stop moving forward, and punish people today with past mistakes."
"Your mental state has improved, which is a good thing, so why not put an end to what happened before?"
The Pale Knight looked away, staring blankly at the floor beside him, and then said, "Batman..."
"You think the victim should be the one to end it all? If you think so, you don't know Batman at all. He's the best at putting an end to everything. His life is full of ends."
Gordon stood up again and looked the pale knight down. The thin man had a prominent brow arch as sharp as a knife. Even though the source of madness had disappeared, the remnants of the old days still left scribbled marks on his body.
"I'm sorry, I'm not here to discuss this with you. Now that I have regained control of GTO, it's only a matter of time before I find the Penguin."
"And if you don't contribute to this process, then when Cobblepot sues you for false imprisonment, I will only tell the court everything I know. May God always be on your side, Mr. Napier."
Gordon turned and walked towards the door of the reception room, with no intention of stopping. The hard-soled police boots stepped on the fine wooden floor of Wayne Manor, and the echo was as heavy as the evening bell of Gotham Cathedral.
"Wait." The Pale Knight heard dry syllables coming from his throat, like a voice coming from another world.
Gordon, who was holding the door handle, looked back at him, and the pale knight standing in front of the sofa became thinner, like a balloon that was once blown too big and was now particularly deflated.
"You won't find him in Gotham," the Pale Knight said. "I sent him out of town. He's in the ranger's cabin in the valley east of Bludhaven. You'll have to find a retired ranger named Papa Bick on a farm southeast of here. He'll take you there."
Gordon sighed and said, "I won't ask how you managed to send him so far away right under my nose."
"You can't let him come back," the Pale Knight said. "This is my last line. As long as he doesn't come into the city, you can let him go anywhere you want."
Gordon chuckled and said, "Do you think he will choose to fall into your trap again after being caught by you once? He will run faster than anyone else."
After saying that, Gordon turned the doorknob, opened the door and wanted to go out, but the Pale Knight stopped him again and said, "I'm sorry about the illegal detention. I..."
"He won't have time to prosecute you." Gordon turned around and said, "Compared to what I'm going to ask him to do next, revenge on you seems so insignificant and meaningless. So you don't have to worry about going to jail. If you are unfortunate enough to go to jail, I will send the city government documents to jail. After all, except you, no one else may be willing to be the mayor."
The door was closed with a bang. The Pale Knight heaved a sigh of relief and collapsed on the sofa, his forehead and back covered in cold sweat, as if he had been drifting on the Pacific Ocean for several months.
Everything is starting to get out of control, the Pale Rider thought. Something is becoming like a derailed train, not on the established track at all, but going fast, too fast.
Where did it all start? The Pale Knight discovered that since the arrival of the two mysterious visitors from another world, the old iron train in Gotham seemed to have been equipped with a high-tech engine from another world.
The good news was that the engine was powerful enough; the bad news was that the brakes were broken, and all the train attendants on board were unable to pull the handbrakes, and could only watch in despair as the train rushed all the way to an unknown distance.
The Pale Knight sat on the sofa for a long time, and finally took out his phone to call Bruce. He finally understood what Bruce meant by "Beware of Schiller himself rather than anyone else."
He must take a closer look at this terrible engine.