Chapter 50

When Jim Gordon came back, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. He slipped into the living room, opened the window, smoked one by one, and looked worried.

"Dad, you're back at last."

Jim was startled by the sudden sound. He glared at his daughter angrily and said, "don't go to bed so late."

"What did you do with that woman?"

"Don't mind your adult's business, and go to bed."

"Don't think I don't know what you're talking about. That girl is an FBI agent. You're going to deal with falkenny and turn the bad situation around in Gotham."

Jim said grimly, "you follow me!"

Barbara, don't overdo it. "My brother is going to be born in a month. I don't want you to have an extramarital affair at this time."

“……”

Jim's face is so green that he really wants to give her a slap.

Barbara quickly poured out a glass of juice and put it in his hand. Her face was full of flattering smiles. Jim had no choice but to keep a straight face and said,

"don't get involved in my work in the future, you know?"

Barbara nodded, turned her eyes and asked tentatively,

"do you agree?"

Jim took a cigarette and said in a deep voice, "her position is too low, and her superhuman identity is very sensitive."

"I don't think that's a problem."

Jim said with a smile, "what do you know?"

Barbara said seriously, "Dad, although you don't want to admit it all the time, the fact is that my IQ is as high as 154, and your IQ is only 121. When facing difficulties, I think more comprehensively than you."

"Now, please answer my question seriously. Do you really want to be reinstated?"

Jim frowned and said nothing.

Most of the time, not talking is default.

"I knew that."

Barbara shrugged. "If you want to be reinstated, promise her!"

Jim said helplessly, "that FBI is not a few years older than you. At first sight, she is a novice. If there is a superior authorization document, I may consider it. Unfortunately, except for the intelligence map of the drug trading network, she only has an agent card, which is the lowest level."

"You're wrong. It's because of her low level that you have to agree. You think, if you come to the senior director of the FBI, once you start to act, how do you divide the power? You listen to him? Or does he listen to you? "

Jim was stunned and thoughtful.

Barbara continued, "the senior director of the FBI won't listen to the orders of the local sheriff, but the novices at the lower level are different. In principle, you are equal to each other in fair cooperation, regardless of the level. But at the critical time, due to the relationship of age and seniority, she has to obey your arrangement."

"This ensures that the whole operation is under control and there will be no unexpected factors. More importantly, they are superhuman, more than one."

Barbara said more and more vigorously, "the superhuman identity is very sensitive, but it's a matter of high-level consideration. It has nothing to do with the police. What we need is their intelligence and incredible abilities. With the help of these people, the action will be more effective and faster, and the casualties of the police force will be greatly reduced. As for their purpose, what does it have to do with us? As long as the goal is unified, we can cooperate. "

Speaking of Jim's heart, his mind began to move.

I have to admit that my daughter's words are very reasonable. No matter what the other party's purpose is, as long as we can kill the Falcone family, it's not a problem.

After several puffs, Jim snuffed out the cigarette end and turned back,

"Barbara, it's time for you to go to bed."

Oh!

The girl nodded and went back to the bedroom.

A few minutes later, there was the sound of the door opening downstairs. Barbara sighed helplessly. She got up and turned on the computer. Using superb hacker technology, she quickly found Emily song's personal data from the FBI database.

After reading the information, I found no problem. I was relieved and fell into bed.

……

The riots lasted only one day, and Gotham became a stranger.

Walking on the familiar street, you can see the depressing scenery. Shops are smashed, shops are robbed, glass slag is broken to the ground. After six o'clock, there are still no pedestrians on the street, and even the sandwich vendors have disappeared.

The door of the bank was tightly closed, and the barking of dogs could be heard from inside.

Jim sighed and quickened his pace.

When they arrived at the police station, Ramirez, Hank and others had already arrived.

No one spoke, standing in front of the police station burned by the fire, as if holding some kind of religious ceremony.

With the passage of time, the number of people around began to increase. After a while, a group of plainclothes policemen appeared. The number gradually increased, but the atmosphere was still silent. Only the crackling sound of the fire reverberated around.

Unconsciously, the number of people has exceeded 300, and the streets have become crowded.Jim took off his cap and said in a deep voice,

"you all know the purpose of calling everyone here. I won't explain more. All I have to say is that the police in Gotham are not all bad guys. There are always more good police than bad police!"

Just a word, some people shed tears, God knows what they have experienced in this day.

Ramirez stood up and said in a loud voice,

"Captain, what should we do?"

"Kill the Falcone family at all costs to tell the public that Gotham police are not moths!"

……

For the city of Gotham, today is destined to go down in history. With the cooperation of future police chief Jim Gordon and future FBI Director Emily song, the crackdown officially began.

They were divided into seven groups, each of which was escorted by the FBI's superhuman forces. They focused on the central bank, the terminal ammunition warehouse, the drug processing factory, the black market workshop, the nightclub network, the underground bank and other strongholds.

The action was swift and decisive, and there was no prior information.

Those gang members who were stationed in the stronghold didn't have time to react, so they were shot in the head by plainclothes criminal police.

In the face of fierce resistance, superhuman stand up, seven superhuman, the ability is different, but for ordinary people, are deadly things.

With the help of superhuman, the three key parts of the central bank, the wharf, the ammunition warehouse and the underground bank soon fell into the hands of the police.

The warehouse is full of modern weapons, even heavy equipment such as rocket launchers and mortars.

In front of these guns, the 9mm pistol seemed so short.

Everyone's eyes began to show a burning emotion, as if to see the beautiful girl waving to him. Jim Gordon had no choice but to close his eyes, so the vigorous equipment upgrading activities began.

The police threw away batons and pistols, picked up grenades, put on helmets and military bulletproof armour, replaced them with modern military weapons such as M16 and tavortar-21, and others resisted rocket launchers.

Even Superman is no exception.

After upgrading the equipment, the police's confidence soared, directly upgrading the suppression operation to military operation.