Chapter 29

Gordon is speechless. He doesn't even know if he should.

Even anyone who knows the inside story can see that she is not normal at all. Bat woman and brich's identities are like two completely different people.

Even every time the jester was caught, she would smile and shout to the bat girl:

"Dear bat, you are the same as me!"

"I know you! We are a group of people! "

"You made me! Ha ha ha

At this point, the bat girl would just quietly watch the seriously wounded Jester be carried to the escort car of the Arkham madhouse without saying a word, then toss her cloak and disappear into the dark.

No one knows what she's thinking or what she'll do next.

How can Gordon not see things that even a psychopath can see? Today, there are so many crazy people in Gotham because they are attracted by a "same kind" of them.

But on the other hand, he watched her grow up. He believed she would do the right thing. Gotham really needed a power in the dark to stop the spread of crime.

But today, Falcone told him that he knew everything...

Gordon's choice of road was actually foreseen by him, and he even arranged help for him.

The lady of the Capote family, today's Penguin girl, should have dealt with these things in the dark for him. It should be her who plays the role of today's bat girl.

"Look, Gordon, you're a man of integrity. You can't even lie to me again. We all know that Bryce is crazy and her personality is split in two Falcone said lightly to Gordon, there was no joy in his tone, only endless regret.

At the beginning, Gordon chose bat girl to deter Gotham's dark forces.

Compared with the energy of penguins, she can offer very little help, nothing but bat fear.

Gordon now knows that if a penguin woman wants to do it, she, as a descendant of ten families, can bring people thousands of times more fear than a bat!

Anyone in Gotham's old age would shudder at the names of Falcone and the ten families. The black terror was like the real night.

She knew everything about Penguin woman. Falcone had told her that she was just waiting in the dark to accumulate strength. Once Gordon gave up cooperation with bats, she would ask for help and come to the door to push things in the direction that the Romans wanted to see.

She is waiting for this day to make friends with officials, establish contacts and store weapons.

Reshape a new and beautiful Gotham, which is jointly controlled by black and white.

If Falcone arranges everything in accordance with Falcone's arrangement, using white for himself and black for penguins, there will be no pieces of other colors on Gotham's chessboard. Everything will be able to develop according to Gordon's idea, and maybe it will become the happy city he wants to be.

Director Gordon is not a child. He knows that where there is light, there is darkness. Since darkness must exist, it is better to let it obey its own discipline.

But then Gotham was just a black-and-white city. It was no different from Caesar's dictatorship of the Romans to the republican system of the Senate.

Rome will also be Rome.

"No, it's your Gotham. It's not what I want. A city run by gangs is doomed to fall!" Gordon shook his head and threw the associations out of his mind. He had his own principles and didn't want to have any connection with gangsters.

"Yes, I know what you think. I've been following you all these years, and you've worked very hard, even though Gotham's getting worse." Falcone comforted, adding some more wine to his glass: "under your supervision, the law and order of the day have obviously improved, and the integrity of the government has also increased. The only problem is in the evening, copter. She let me down

Gordon frowned, and people who let Falcone down never end well, as history has shown.

But Falcone didn't go on. He just put down his glass, clapped his hands and said to the door, "Sophia, you can come in."

Outside the door, the familiar woman entered the room. She took off her felt hat and her long black hair fell like a waterfall. She looked at director Gordon sitting on the sofa and quietly walked to Falcone.

"Let me introduce her to Sophia Falcone, my little daughter. You haven't seen her before because she has been studying in Europe." Falcone clapped her hand with a smile and said, "although it's hard for others to say that, Sophia is really one of the most talented of my children."

Gordon looked at the woman's face, but he had not noticed it before, because the woman said "boss" and "our boss" all the time. Gordon thought she was just a senior thug. There were hundreds of thousands of such thugs in Gotham.

But now in the light carefully look, there is only one word can describe her, that is, snake and scorpion beauty.Compared with her father, she didn't have the bearing to control the world, but she was a little more neurotic.

Gordon looked back and said sarcastically to Falcone: "no need to introduce. We have known each other for a long time. She is very enthusiastic..."? Is it? " Falcone raised his eyebrows and asked his daughter with a smile, "are you happy with director Gordon?"

"Of course, father, director Gordon is a very good man." Sophia answered him in a sweet, greasy voice, like her father's good daughter, but with a deep look in her eyes at Gordon.

"She will help you build a new Gotham after everything, no longer coport... From now on, the falconey family will be your backing."

"Wait, after what?" Gordon heard something wrong from his words. He couldn't understand Falcone's meaning: "what new Gotham?"

Falcone closed his eyes, frowned, tilted his head, as if recalling something, but he quickly apologized and laughed:

"Oh, didn't I say that? Well, it's easy to forget things when you get older... So my dear Gordon, do you know where we are now

"Where? Gotham's sewer? Or abandoned mental hospitals? " Gordon looks at the fireplace and at the ceiling.

Falcone raised his right hand, made a small gap between his thumb and forefinger, and shook his head regretfully at Gordon.

"It's a pity that you don't know Gotham. The darkness you see is like a shallow layer of water grass floating on the sea at night... But it doesn't matter. You shouldn't have understood this. This is a problem that our families should deal with."

"Where are we?"

Gordon watched him closely. He was fed up with the guessing, the feeling of being arranged and manipulated.

Falcone leaned back on the back of his chair, as if enjoying the warmth of the sun on a winter afternoon, and by the fire he had a pleasant smile.

"Indian mountain, Gordon, we're in Indian mountain."

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