The trajectory of the world king in the United States

At the corner of the second floor of Wayne Hospital, in a not-so-quiet place, a conversation was going on.

Rachel didn't pay attention to Seb's teasing. She looked at herself in the photo seriously. It should have been taken secretly when she was off work one day, but that was not the point. Her pretty eyes quickly scanned the photo. There was a trace of blood on the back. As an assistant district attorney who often dealt with criminals, she immediately realized that Seber's method of obtaining the photo might not be so "just."

But the bar guy in front of her did her a favor. Being a prosecutor in Gotham City is a very dangerous profession, especially if you want to be a prosecutor who insists on justice, you have to be prepared to die almost every day. , now that Seb has given her a warning, Jamie will not be able to succeed so easily.

And the most important thing is that Falconi has been taken into custody and will be prosecuted soon. Rachel is 9% sure that she can send this Gotham gang boss to prison. As long as Falconi is prosecuted, Jamie's bunch of unworthy little shrimps didn't dare to do anything to her.

"Thank you for the warning, Mr. Seiber. I will remember your kindness."

Rachel stuffed the photo into her pocket and thanked her a little coldly, but when she passed Seb and left the corridor with the sound of her high heels hitting the ground, Rachel suddenly said,

"Mr. Seiber, you are very mysterious, but with all due respect, you are walking on a very dangerous path."

"Um"

"Chief Gordon has withheld information about Officer Robin's attack, but you have to know that this is a modern society. There are a lot of camera equipment on Gotham's street corners, and I think you should be careful these days. You know , this city is in chaos, the bureaucrats have become money's stooges, so it's not just us who can see those videos."

The beautiful prosecutor paused, then lowered her voice again,

"So if I were you, I would wear a mask next time."

Seb's expression became serious at this moment, because Rachel's reminder was just right.

His eyes narrowed, and he suddenly realized

Why do those bastards who attacked Robin wear masks, and why does Batman dress like a circus performer? Obviously it's not because the city is full of psychos and transvestites, it's to protect themselves.

Dad reminded him more than once that there was still some order in Gotham. He once thought he was talking about superficial justice, but now he could taste it from Rachel's warning reminder.

The forces here are intertwined. If you can't protect yourself, you will easily fall into the big web that has been woven and lose everything completely. This is a dangerous place, like a tangled spider web that may be hunted at any time. capture.

“This damn place is really killing me.”

Seb muttered and moved his neck. When he looked out the window, the bright and sunny place had a special eerie smell, because no matter how hard he could fight, he would still be alone. For now, , there are too many people in this city who can make him disappear with just a snap of their fingers.

Even Jamie, the incompetent dockside boss, almost killed him.

The slight pride in the young man's heart faded a bit and became deeper. He looked back at Robin's ward, and then took a deep breath. Fortunately, he understood that it was not too late.

But now that he has established a relationship with Rachel, he doesn't mind developing it more. Rachel's words just now have already shown that this beautiful prosecutor is much more powerful than he imagined.

So he quickly turned around and waved the phone in his hand towards Rachel, who was not far away.

"Beauty, if you don't mind, please leave your phone number."

"Oh"

Rachel turned around, with a smile in her eyes,

"In what name, Mr. Vigilante?"

"Just as a friend. Besides, I actually don't mind providing security services for a beautiful woman. As you know, dad only hired me for three days, and today is the last day. I'm about to lose my job."

Seb spread his hands, "Also, I'm not a vigilante. You know, I'm a violent person, so would you like to experience what it's like to be friends with me?"

This statement made Rachel stunned for a moment. From the time she worked as a local prosecutor's assistant after graduation until now, no bad guy has ever talked to her like this. But as an excellent prosecutor's assistant, Rachel's eyes quickly narrowed. It became a nice arc, she shrugged,

"I can't afford a bodyguard, but as a friend, I can."

The two exchanged phone numbers. Before leaving, Rachel stroked her hair out of habit and said to Seb,

"This city is terrible, Mr. Seiber. From the bottom of my heart, I don't like people like you who use violence to solve problems, but Robin is a good policeman. He and Mr. Gordon are the only two people in the entire Gotham Police Department." A good man, so thank you for everything you have done for Robin, but if you do something unjust and I see it."

"justice"

Seb raised his eyes and looked at Rachel, "As an adult in his 20s, do you really believe this?"

Rachel nodded. Seb was not the first person to ask this question. She had long been used to answering this question.

"I believe"

"Even in Gotham"

"Yes, even in Gotham"

Seb looked at Rachel, not missing any detail on that pretty face. As a result, he saw the determination in Rachel's eyes. He was no stranger to this look. In an era of darkness, these people were Hold on to bright hope, but he doesn't like such people.

He suddenly remembered today's trip to the narrow island. He pondered for a few seconds, leaned against the wall and said,

"You know, Miss Rachel, in this modern city, there is a slum that I can't imagine and I don't want to step into. I killed a person there about 23 hours ago."

Rachel's expression became serious, but Seb didn't care. He just wanted to use this incident to test Rachel's true nature.

There are some people who claim to be righteous, but they are actually stubborn fools. What they pursue is not justice at all, but a self-obsessed goal. A truly righteous person is one who knows how to compromise and sacrifice some principles in exchange for justice. To realize it, Seb had to see if Rachel was such an idiot. He didn't want a paranoid to appear around him.

"That's a fat man who takes drugs, buys gambling, joins a gang, and abuses children. He's on Narrow Island. You've seen Catherine, right? That's the child I rescued. You can go and see the scars on her body. You'll probably have them all your life. I can't even understand such a thing. I killed him. No, no, no. Maybe you can save the fat man's life now. I left him there to die. By the way, you know where the money was for him to buy drugs. Are you here?"

Rachel didn't answer, but she had already guessed the answer to the riddle. She felt powerless. Every time she heard these things that she and her justice could not change at all, she felt that the justice she talked about was almost a joke. .

She looked at Seber's hazy eyes that could be regarded as abyss, and even dodges a little.

"Now do you still dare to say that you believe in justice?"

Seb took out a pack of cigarettes he had just bought from his pocket, and buried his face in the rising mist.

"Dad is right. From what I have seen in the past three days, this city is hopeless. Rachel, you are not suitable here. Your work will kill you sooner or later. The matter with Poshkin is just a Introduction, I can guess with my poor imagination how many people would want you to die. As a woman, you should know that there are many things in this world more terrifying than death. So as a friend, Rachel, I have to say"

She also felt the sincerity in Seber's words. Even though this was only the second meeting between the two people, she still interrupted Seber's persuasion and showed her a smile.

"No, this is my choice. I was born here, I grew up here, I will stay here, I firmly believe that the things I look forward to will come back, and, I'm sorry, Seb, I just said the wrong thing , you are a good person, you are much better than most people in this city."

Seb shrugged. He put out the cigarette butt on the window and made a helpless expression towards Rachel.

"Okay, then remember my phone number. If your justice can't solve the problem, I will try my best to rush over and help you."

The young man grinned,

"But I don't have a driver's license, and the traffic in Gotham is terrible, so I don't know if you can hold out until I get over there to rescue you. Well, you'd better bring some useful self-defense, and yeah, I mean, you The stun device you carry with you can't protect you."

This time it was Rachel's turn to be surprised. The beautiful prosecutor held the document bag and her eyes widened.

"How do you know I carry a stun device with me?"

Seb's eyes scanned her bumpy body, then he withdrew his eyes and said with some embarrassment, "What should I say, you should wear looser clothes next time."

People were coming and going, Rachel suppressed her blush, but she couldn't help it. She glared at Seb fiercely, turned around and was about to leave, but Seb took a step forward and put something in her hand. .

"Only sharp objects can protect you. Aim at those bastards who try to bully you and stab them out with the pointed side. Don't worry, they won't kill you. Moreover, they can tell others not to mess with you."

Rachel didn't need to lower her head to know what Seb had put into her hand. It was a sheathed dagger. She gritted her teeth and looked at Seb who turned away and waved his hand towards her. Finally, he He put it in his bag.

But soon, when Rachel walked into her office, she met a guy she really didn't want to meet.

"Ms. Rachel, it's nice to see you here."

Klein walked out of the District Attorney's Office and stroked his gold-rimmed glasses. He seemed happy to see the assistant prosecutor, but under the illumination of the streetlight, there was a coldness shining in the depths of his moist, lover-like eyes. .

He has a typical white American face and brown hair. He looks a little thin and gentle. He wears a suitable and crisp suit and holds a black briefcase in his hand. He has the temperament of a high-level intellectual, but It's hard to like, if I have to describe it.

Just like a poisonous snake crawling in the sun, no matter how bright the appearance is, no matter how beautiful the scales are, it can't hide the vicious inside.

This guy must not have many friends

Rachel was a little surprised when she saw Klein walking towards her, but she quickly recovered and showed Klein a kind but distant smile.

"Dr. Klein, I rarely see you at this time. Why do you have to appear in court to defend those killers and other things from guilt? Also, call me Miss, I am still very young."

Rachel's words were somewhat harsh, and Klein's fair face showed a trace of embarrassment and impatience, but it soon turned into a polite look again.

"No, Miss Rachel, I just went to the prison to visit Falcone at the invitation of Mr. Prosecutor. The old man has cut his wrists three times in the past seven days. I have to confirm whether he has some problems." Special mental illness.”

Dr. Klein waved his hand towards Rachel and said a little deliberately,

"Hey, why am I telling you this? Anyway, no matter whether he is sick or not, I will try my best to complete my work. By the way, good night, miss, go back and rest early."

Klein stretched out his hand to stop a taxi and quickly left the prosecutor's office, but Rachel's expression turned cold. Klein is an absolute bad guy. As Gotham's most famous psychiatrist and psychiatrist, he has done so many times. He helped gangster Falconi's killers get away with their crimes. This time he was going to help Falconi with his identification. His purpose was self-evident.

However, she touched her document bag and thought of the materials that the guy dressed like a bat had stuffed into her last night, and a sneer appeared on Rachel's face.

"Wait, Klein, I won't let you succeed easily this time."