Chapter 31

"Gotham itself is not sick. The people who are sick are the residents of Gotham. So we only need to change a group of residents. Although it is very sad for me to kill so many people, it is just like this that a strong man is broken. There will always be pains."

Falcone was going to pour himself some wine, but Sofia took the bottle, not only for Falcone, but also for Gordon's glass.

"So much? That's eight million! Eight million people! "

Gordon angrily put the glass on the table, which spilled golden wine.

"Father, director Gordon looks unwell. Do you want me to take him to rest?"

Sophia asked Falcone with a smile, but there was a crackle from her bones. The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. The cat on the carpet immediately woke up from her sleep and looked for the source of the sense of crisis.

Falcone calmed her, said with a smile that he didn't need to. He took out a few pieces of paper to wipe the table himself:

"it's OK, Gordon has been like this since I knew him... When this is over, he will understand me when he sees the new Gotham. What's more, although you are a girl, don't always threaten others. Our falconees pay attention to honor and rules, and we stress to convince people by reasoning. It's very disrespectful of you

"Yes, father, I will pay more attention."

Sophia softened, picked up the cat on the carpet, pinched its ears and played.

Falcone looked at her kindly, nodded, turned his face to Gordon and said:

"I'll make you laugh. Hehe, my daughter has learned some skills in the Far East. She is young and energetic. Sometimes it's easy to be rude. Please forgive me later

Gordon already felt unable to communicate with the two psychopaths, but Falcone's words reminded him.

"Barbara! Where's my daughter Barbara? "

He sat up straight and looked at Falcone.

The smile on Rome's face finally stiffened. He hesitated for a moment and whispered to Sophia.

"Turn on the TV and show it to Gordon." After that, he looked at Gordon apologetically: "I'm sorry, Gordon, I know you love her very much, but something went wrong with our invitation...

Gordon stood up excitedly, but when Sophia passed by to turn on the TV, he felt that his legs had lost their intuition and flopped back on the sofa.

"What did you do to her? How is she? " Gordon struggled, still staring at Falcone.

"It's not what we did to her, it's that you've pissed off some people and someone wants to deal with you." He motioned Gordon to watch TV.

It was just another round of news broadcast. Before Gordon turned to watch TV, he heard a hoarse, demonic voice coming from the TV.

"Good evening, host, good evening! Gotham

when Gordon regained his consciousness, he felt that his heart was full of despair, and his tears flowed freely on his face. In his mind, he kept replaying the scene of the killer in the black and yellow mask shooting Barbara, and her thin little body falling into the rain.

He hated himself. Why did he offend others and hurt his family every time? Barbara is only 17. Why is that?

Falcone was on the side, also picked up a handkerchief to wipe the corner of his eyes, looking very sad. Sophia was addicted to sucking cats, and her mind was on the white cat in front of her.

"I'm sorry, Gordon. I'm deeply sorry for your loss. I didn't plan to - your father and daughter would happily enjoy family gatherings in this safe underground with our father and daughter... But I didn't know that someone in the city had invited the death knell. I'm sorry that my control of the city is not as good as before, and I haven't got any news."

Gordon said, never thinking about finding a new handkerchief.

"I... what have I done? Who did you offend? It's me, damn it Gordon grabs his hair and bangs his head madly against the armrest of the sofa.

Falco winks at Sophia. Sophia immediately raises his hand and presses it on Gordon's chest. Gordon finds that he can't move except his head, and can only let tears flow from his eyes.

"Gordon, my good guy, don't embarrass yourself. It's not your fault. You just want to make the city better. You and I are the same. We are all good people." Falcone came over, helped Gordon's body up and let him lean back in a chair more comfortably. He pressed his chest and said to Gordon, "the wrong people are in this city. They are crazy. We have to treat them. We can avenge Barbara. We have a chance now."

Gordon didn't answer him, just silently weeping in his eyes and murmuring in his mouth.

"Barbara... Barbara..."

he cut off his cognitive connection with the real world and was completely immersed in his own sorrow. Now he can't hear anything to him.Falcone turned his face to Sofia. He didn't want Gordon like this. He had to kill the death knell before Gotham was born again to cheer Gordon up.

"Sophia, are you sure you can beat her?"

Sophia knew who he was talking about. There were several expressions on her face. Loss, anger and reluctance flashed through her face. There was no one Falcone wanted to see.

"I'm sorry, father, I'm not her opponent," she said

"How could it be? Your teacher said that you are a rare wizard in a hundred years. You can go to this world after graduation. " Falcone frowned, and a heavy sense of authority came to his face. He suspected that his daughter was afraid of trouble and would not do anything.

Sophia sighed. She didn't lie at all: "then she must have said half of what she said, because the world can go, but it's better to avoid some people. The death knell is one of them."

"Is she really that strong? I've never seen her before in Gotham Falcone is back in his seat, and he already believes in Sophia.

She is very young, perhaps younger than me. If you let me deal with Brice, I can even catch her in front of you with just my legs, because bats don't kill people

Sophia smiles bitterly and shakes her head. She knows her strength well: "but not the death knell. She is not only a master of unarmed combat, but also a master of all weapons. "Full weapons" means that she has mastered everything that can be used to kill people, whether it's swords, spears, axes, axes, hooks and forks, submachine guns, howitzers and even tanks. "

"What did your master say?" Falcone calmed down, lowered his head and stroked the petals of the rose.

Sophia nodded and absentmindedly touched the white cat's head, which was stained with her lipstick: "yes, because I may be about the age of the death knell, teacher, she sometimes brings up to educate me. Even after I left school, the death knell is still the one she called me to avoid. "

"Well..." what did Falcone think.

"The teacher said that if I fight the death knell, if I fight with my bare hands, I may be 60% sure that I can escape. If I use swords at the death knell, the probability will become 30%. If she uses heat weapons at the same time, I will die." Sophia said these words and said nothing.

Silence returned to the room, leaving only Gordon's desperate murmur.

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