Chapter 51

When a group of plainclothes policemen armed with grenades, assault rifles and rocket launchers appeared at the largest drug processing plant in the western suburbs, Martin hope was directly hoodwinked.

Call the boss Falcone and ask him to take charge of the criminal police who collect money but don't work.

As a result, the phone didn't get through and a blood hole exploded in the forehead.

On the top of the building 400 meters away, an armed special police officer turned on his walkie talkie:

"Mr. Gordon, the suspect Martin hope has been killed."

When the boss died, the people at the bottom were in a mess. Some wanted to run away, some took out weapons to fight, and others wanted to destroy the evidence. Unfortunately, they underestimated the determination of the police.

As soon as hope died, the police outside rushed into the factory without any negotiation. Anyone with weapons would be baptized by bullets.

This scene also happened in other places. The police gave up the previous rules and regulations and evolved into cold-blooded soldiers. As long as they met with resistance, they would give a fatal blow.

After the news spread, some members of the anti drug team spontaneously joined in, and their intelligence was more comprehensive. Previously, because of restrictions in all aspects, anti drug operations could not be carried out. Now, Gotham is in a state of anarchy, and they have become the unrestricted group.

With the help of the anti drug police, a mighty anti drug operation began.

In just one day, 23 drug manufacturing dens were cut off, 34 people were killed, 107 people were injured, and the seized drugs could fill a cabin.

Gotham's drug network has never been devastated.

Drugs are the main source of money for gangs. Without money, nothing can be done.

After nightfall, the campaign did not stop, but became more and more rapid.

Time is precious. You can't miss every minute.

Jim Gordon knows very well that once the people above react, there will be a lot of uncontrollable accidents.

Action must be accelerated.

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Gotham, Wayne manor underground.

The giant screen is playing the latest video from the drone, which records in detail the process of the gang fighting with the police.

Seeing a few gang members' flesh and blood smeared by the rocket launcher, Bruce unplugs the power, goes to the hanger and begins to wear bat armor.

"Young master, you should have a rest tonight. The police don't need Batman's help. They do a good job."

Bruce whispered, "it's going so well. I always think something's wrong."

Alfred sighed helplessly. "Master Wayne, I think you need a date. For example, miss quezel from Arkham psychiatric hospital, not only has a master's degree in psychology, but also has a beautiful face and attractive figure. Having a candlelight dinner with her is very helpful for your nervous tension."

"Alfred, I don't want to hear cold jokes."

The old housekeeper sighed, "Gotham has millions of people. Bruce Wayne is not the only one who wants to make it better, like Jim Gordon."

Hearing the name, Bruce stopped,

"he's really a good cop."

Alfred, noncommittal, poured a cup of strong tea and joked, "a good policeman who allows a mortar to bomb a gangster's nest under his hand?"

Brewston laughs, puts down bat armor, goes to the computer and logs in his social account through remote control program.

There are hundreds of messages in the information column, most of which are about the Gotham riots. Some want Batman to stand up and find the corrupt people hiding. More people want Batman to kill Falcone.

To tell you the truth, Bruce is very excited about this proposal. As long as you kill Falcone, the Gotham Mafia will become a mess.

The question is how to do it.

Shortly after the riot, Falcone disappeared, and no one knew where he was.

"Alfred, if you were Falcone, where would you hide?"

"Leaving is the best choice."

Bruce shook his head. "He won't leave. He must be in Gotham."

"With nearly 2.5 million acres of land and intricate underground tunnels, it's not easy to find a person in such a large place."

Bruce sighed, "take your time. As long as he doesn't leave, you can always find it."

It's not just Bruce Wayne who's looking for Falcone. Everyone in Gotham is looking for him, especially the angry citizens. They want to ask the man behind the scenes: Why did you do this to my city.

Falcone has become the enemy of the whole people.

Having succumbed to his influence, Maroni and the red hood Gang began to show their ambition. Even thieves like cat girl sneaked into his villa to steal a box of jewelry as booty.

Falcone is like a dying behemoth, many people are waiting for a piece of his body.

Unconsciously, three days have passed.

Gotham City finally ushered in new changes. At 9 a.m., Sam Vick, the former vice mayor, delivered a speech to the media and all the citizens in front of the damaged municipal government building.Behind him stood good policemen headed by Jim Gordon and incorruptible people in the judicial circle headed by Harvey Dent.

After a painful speech.

The anger in the hearts of the public subsided a little, and people finally understood what happened to the gunfire that rang out from time to time these two days.

It turned out that the police and the FBI were working together to crack down on the drug network in Gotham.

When a truck full of drugs was pulled to the city hall, everyone was shocked.

The police poured on the gas and the deputy mayor lit the fire himself.

As the flames soared, the huge square was drowned by cheers.

"Falcone is finished."

Luke shook his head, his face full of emotion, a hero's half life effort was destroyed in this way, I believe he must be very sad at the moment.

Emily asked, "do you know where Falcone is?"

"You want him?"

The girl nodded, after these two days of experience, she is much more mature, the childishness between the eyebrows disappeared, more sharp.

"With the exception of Edwin Mitch and Johnny Vidy, the rest of the men are either dead or caught, and the branches are pruned clean. It's time to do something about the trunk."

"It's still early."

Emily didn't understand. "What's early?"

"You just prune the branches, but you don't deal with the roots. Falcone's status today depends not only on Gotham's top management, but also on more powerful guys."

"I don't understand."

Luke reached up and pointed, "the White House, politicians of both parties, and the top of the FBI are the things Falcone relies on. Don't underestimate the decades of operation of a family, which involves too many people's secrets."

Emily couldn't believe it. "You're exaggerating."

"No exaggeration at all."

Luke took a sip of the juice and sneered, "if you don't believe me, just think about what the president said."