The daily life of Baiyin Dachao

Gordon was not interested in talking to his colleagues. He stuffed the bullet over and over again and took out the bullet in the magazine.

This repetitive process reflects his inner anxiety and uneasiness.

It was a torture for Gordon to sit in the car and wait for the results to be announced, making him realize his weakness and the elusiveness of justice in the face of darkness.

On the other hand, this colleague, who was also wearing a police uniform, was listening to the music coming from the police car, nodding, shaking his legs, and slapping the car door with his palms. He seemed quite happy.

The roadblocks on the road were removed.

A garbage truck and a sprinkler truck drove in.

"Hey, look!"

Gordon tapped his colleague on the shoulder and pointed out the window at the garbage trucks and sprinkler trucks passing by.

"Gordon, it's just two cars, what do you want to say?" the colleague said indifferently.

Gordon replied: "The guys probably finished dividing the cake and started cleaning up the scene. After [Clown Night], we also used garbage trucks and sprinklers to clean up the scene."

"Come on, follow me!"

"If you wait too long, they might leave!"

Chief Gordon anxiously twisted the car key, started the engine, and urged his colleagues to drive quickly.

He has investigated and tracked gangsters such as the Romans. Their daily whereabouts are strange and changeable, and they are very mysterious.

Rarely does a group show up like today.

"It's a pity that we can't arrest all these dangerous criminal leaders at once and send them all to prison."

Sheriff Gordon lowered the brim of his hat and gritted his teeth secretly.

"Okay, okay, dear Sheriff."

The colleague reluctantly put the car into gear and drove slowly to follow.

"Can't you hurry up!"

Gordon growled angrily.

"Don't worry, didn't they just clean up the scene? People won't run away immediately." said the colleague.

When they reached the intersection of Iceberg Club, the police car stopped.

The colleague took one look at the devastated scene, shrank his neck and said, "Sheriff, you go in, I...I'll be guarding outside to support you at any time."

"Damn it, you useless guy!"

Sheriff Gordon glared at him angrily, pushed open the car door, and came to the street.

He looked at the embarrassing and cruel scene, frowned, held the gun in both hands, moved little by little, and moved forward cautiously.

"That's a Roman!?"

Sheriff Gordon saw an extended Lincoln that was broken into two parts, and a Roman man whose upper body and lower body were separated from each other lying in a pool of blood.

"He actually died?"

This is the boss of an old gangster family in Gotham City.

"Did he lose this fight?"

"Who wins in the end, Silence or Two-Face?"

Sheriff Gordon moved forward with his gun in hand.

He also saw Maroni, half of his body blown up.

A black mask with a suspected headshot.

Silence is also dead.

At a glance, Gotham City's gang bosses were dying.

They were picked up and thrown into garbage trucks like trash.

"I didn't see Two-Face. Could it be that Two-Face won?"

A ferocious face appeared in Chief Gordon's mind.

Two-Face was also a partner of justice, worked as a lawyer, and later rose to the rank of district attorney.

pity.

Two-Face is lost in the darkness.

Chief Gordon doesn't want Two-Face to become a gang boss.

How bright Two-Face was once, how dark he is now!

The sprinkler truck started.

The clear water washes the blood into the sewers and flows into the sea through the underground drainage system.

Some people picked up the gang members who were still alive on the ground and asked them if they wanted to join the Iceberg Club. If they didn't want to directly refill their guns, they would simply bandage them if they wanted.

Fortunately, the majority are willing.

"Hey, hey! It's you, don't move, put the gun down!!"

Sheriff Gordon held a gun in both hands and moved closer to an Iceberg Club boy who shot a gang member.

The young man looked at Chief Gordon.

The people nearby all looked at Chief Gordon.

Chief Gordon felt an invisible pressure, and a line of cold sweat left his forehead.

He forced himself to calm down, picked up his police badge and said, "I am Chief Gordon, you put down your pistols immediately, or I will arrest you!"

The nearby Iceberg Club members looked at each other, and to Gordon's surprise, they actually lowered their pistols.

"Chief Gordon, we are good citizens of Gotham City."

"Yes, these people you see are all gang members. Basically, everyone is carrying several crimes."

They spread their hands and said.

"Good citizen?"

Chief Gordon sneered, always feeling that these words coming out of their mouths were a bit funny.

However, seeing that the other party was easy to talk to, Chief Gordon took the opportunity to ask a few more questions: "Who won this gang fight, Two-Face?"

"Two-Face?"

They looked at each other and laughed.

"He was the first one to leave, being blown to pieces by the bomb."

"It seems like a bomb I made myself, hahahahaha."

Two-Face is also dead?

Or the first one to leave?

Sheriff Gordon frowned and asked, "Then who won."

"Needless to say, of course he is our boss!"

"He didn't even bother to do anything. The boss's maid solved everything!"

"That's awesome. I knew the boss was no ordinary person."

"The boss is eating inside. If you want to see him, you can go in and take a look."

Sheriff Gordon frowned deeper and walked into the Iceberg Club with a gun.

Luo Chen, who was eating, saw Chief Gordon arriving and turned around and said, "Chief Gordon, you came just in time. Have you eaten yet? If not, come over and eat together."

Chief Gordon, who was holding a gun in both hands, had an expression on his face that was full of astonishment, shock, and bewilderment.

He thought this was some sort of dragon's pond and tiger's den.

As a result, the atmosphere was very peaceful, and a group of people were having a lively meal.

Gordon looked at the leading young man and had seen the eyes of countless criminals, but he could not see through Luo Chen's eyes at all.

Kind?

evil?

Nothing like it!

The seemingly peaceful young man sitting there eating was by no means a good person, but he was not a bad person like Black Mask or the Joker.

Gordon racked his brains to think about how to describe Luo Chen.

right!

Sheriff Gordon was reminded of one of the more popular personality divisions.

Chaotic Neutral!

Luo Chen should be chaotic neutral!

The young man, in Gordon's eyes, suddenly turned into a human-shaped thread that looked like a random scrawled pencil line.

Luo Chen saw Chief Gordon froze on the spot and said to Katherine: "Call the chef in the kitchen to bring over a bowl of rice."

Luo Chen didn't ask Selena to get it because Selena was his exclusive maid.

"Understood, boss."

Using a microphone, Cathre contacted the chef in the kitchen.

Of course Chief Gordon had no intention of staying to eat, but he also had no intention of provocation.

Chief Gordon knows that the best way to deal with chaotic neutral personalities is to be as friendly as possible.

Even if we can't get into the same camp, we definitely can't offend them.

Sheriff Gordon lowered his gun-holding arms and asked in a deep voice: "What are you going to do after taking control of Gotham's underground world?"

Luo Chen wiped his mouth with a napkin and replied: "What can we do? Let them be ordinary people. They go to work during the day and go home to sleep with their wives and children at night. They don't have to commit crimes or harm others."

His answer surprised Chief Gordon.

"that's it?"

Chief Gordon's eyes almost widened, trying to decipher something from Luo Chen's micro-expression to determine if the other party was lying to him.

Disappointing Sheriff Gordon.

There was no slight expression on Luo Chen's face. He was calm and calm, stating a fact.

Sheriff Gordon asked unwillingly: "You have mastered all the gangs in Gotham City. You are the emperor of the underground world. Don't you want to do something?"

Luo Chen asked back: "What to do?"

Sheriff Gordon replied: "Like...money?"