Chapter 49

Since the last date in the park, Luke has had no expectations of Emily's IQ.

Fortunately, she is still young and has enough time to grow up. Luke firmly believes that with her own training, she will become the director of the FBI.

"It's really a big problem that there are few people on one side and many people on the other side of the battlefield. What do you think should be done?"

The girl peeked at Luke and said in a mosquito like voice, "I think about it carefully. With the strength of the seven of us, we are fully capable of rushing into Falcone's home and controlling him. As long as we catch him, everyone else can solve it."

Cough cough!!

Luke coughed violently, and the whole person was confused.

Emily said nervously, "don't you think it's wrong?"

"No! No! "

Luke drank water to moisten his throat. "You have a good idea. Point to the point."

The girl was suddenly relieved, and somehow, recently she felt that her IQ was not enough.

Luke continued, "what should we do when we catch Falcone? There are a group of dangerous elements under him. What should we do?"

"I think it should be handed over to the police."

Luke said with a smile, "with the current situation in Gotham, how can the police deal with the mob?"

Emily frowned, lost in thought.

When the door opened, the waiter came in with the famous dish litchi meat.

This dish is Luke's favorite. He immediately ate it and watched the girl's reaction while eating. When he saw her frown, he could not help shaking his head.

"it is not easy to cut down trees, especially the old trees with luxuriant branches and broad coverage. Only the trunk is cut off, and the fallen branches and leaves are likely to kill a group of people, so as to avoid accidents It's the safest way to clean the branches and leave the bare trunk, and then use a saw to cut it off bit by bit. "

Emily understood, "you mean..."

"Falcone is the trunk of the big tree. His staff are the branches. If you want to move the trunk, you must solve the problems."

"But we don't have enough people."

"There are so many policemen in Gotham, how can they be short handed?"

Emily was confused. I didn't mean the police didn't work. It changed in the blink of an eye.

Luke shook his head helplessly and explained in a low voice,

"for Gotham, this riot is not a bad thing, or even a good thing, because it completely separates good from bad."

"Just like the police system, one-third of the police accept bribes, but it is undeniable that two-thirds of the people do not accept bribes. In the past, one-third and two-thirds were mixed together, just like a large dye vat full of dye, which can't distinguish green from blue. Now it's different."

"The appearance of leaflets broke the deadlock. In the face of angry citizens, the black police couldn't even protect themselves. How could they have the courage to jump into the VAT? As soon as they ran away, the dye in the VAT disappeared, leaving only the transparent color."

"Countless histories have proved that a pure army has extremely terrible power. Now the Gotham police is such an army. What they lack is only leaders."

The girl suddenly realized, "you mean, as long as you provide information, the police may help arrest people."

"It's not possible, but certain. The profession of police is related to many things: survival, honor, value, belief and so on. This incident will crush all these things. If they don't stand up, there will be no police in Gotham after the incident."

"In order to survive, they have to prove the value of police presence."

"I see."

Emily took a deep breath. "I'll find Jim Gordon in a moment."

Luke secretly nodded, can think of this step, that the girl's IQ has not reached the point of incurable.

Only the police can lead the police. This is the law of the industry. Looking at Gotham, Jim Gordon is undoubtedly the best choice. His qualifications and contacts are all right, although he lost his job because he released the black Lamborghini privately.

But for now, it's not a bad thing, it's a good thing.

"No, I'll see him now."

The girl said that she would leave soon. Before her voice fell, she left, which made Luke look helpless.

……

In an independent building on the outskirts of Gotham, bearded Jim Gordon is standing in front of the washing machine to wash his clothes. His wife, Sarah, is pregnant for more than nine months and has no mobility. As a husband, she can only carry the housework by herself.

In order not to worry his wife, Jim didn't say anything about his dismissal. He only hid in the toilet in the dead of night to savor the horror of middle-aged unemployment.

The child is about to be born, but he doesn't even have a fixed income.

After washing, Jim goes to the balcony on the second floor, lights a cigarette and looks at the night scene quietly.

"Dad, are you hiding something from us?"

Barbara Gordon, just over seventeen, stood beside her father and looked at him motionlessly.Jim snuffed out his cigarette and said with a strong smile,

"what's the matter? Don't listen to nonsense. "

"Lie!" Barbara snorted, "I know all about it. Because of the black Lamborghini, you were fired by the police. You've been doing odd jobs secretly these days."

"Keep it down!"

Jim made a silent gesture. "Don't let Sarah hear you."

Barbara moved a chair, sat down beside him and said seriously, "Dad, are you thinking about getting back to work?"

Jim Gordon was silent.

Barbara advised, "I think it's better to change my career. Look at the Gotham police. Corruption, corruption and money collection are rotten. Don't be a policeman. If you can't let go, you can be a private detective. It's certainly no problem with dad's ability."

Jim frowned. "The police are not all bad people. There are also good people."

"Good man?"

Barbara ha, took out a flyer and patted him on the hand, "there are a lot of my father's former colleagues on this. You and those good policemen must know about their embezzlement and money collection, but they don't see it. According to the constitution, it's a crime for police officers not to report their information."

"A good cop doesn't commit a crime!"

Jim was so dumb that he could only sigh.

My daughter is right. Most of the police are aware of the corruption inside the police station, but they choose to be silent for various reasons. In principle, there are really no good police in Gotham.

Then the doorbell rang.

"I'll open the door."

Barbara left bouncing away, but Jim pressed her back to her chair. "Stay here. Don't go there."

It's a sensitive period now. Police officers must be careful everywhere.

Jim Gordon had his weapons ready before he opened the door.

In the dim light, there was no citizen or thug, only a beautiful girl with purple hair and eyes.

"You are..."

Emily took out her identification. "FBI, Mr. Gordon, we need to talk."