A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

"Who's there?"

A hoarse voice came, I don't know if it was an auditory hallucination, but the voice seemed inexplicably familiar.

You could tell he was nervous,

me too.

I immediately held my breath, but the smell of blood from my lungs and the dry itching pain in my throat made it impossible for me to use the ninjutsu I learned from the Kagemusha League or the Eastern turtle breath technique to slow down my pulse.

"Cough cough!"

I coughed violently and couldn't straighten up. The next moment, the white halo of light from the strong flashlight enveloped me.

"Put your hands up, now!"

The sound of a Glock being cocked echoed through the silent halls.

Of course I can't be arrested without mercy. Even if I need to pay a bail, I can walk out of the police station unscathed. Oh no, I even just need to identify myself. The Wayne family's annual donation is enough for Director Redes to hire I had lunch with him in his private office.

Even if I am guilty of breaking into a government facility, the police station is still one of the safest places in this city.

But what Gotham needs isn't Bruce Wayne, a presence that scares all criminals.

So I wiped the blood clot I coughed up, squatted down, and hid behind the large desk.

I am confident that this dedicated police officer on duty will remain unconscious until tomorrow morning without any injuries.

"Show me your hands, right now! I'll shoot, I promise!"

I breathed quickly, pressing my tongue against the roof of my mouth to keep from coughing.

The squeaking sound of police boots on the wooden floor of the chief's office was very close.

He didn't seem to notice me, but he didn't dare to get closer.

I just kept scanning left and right with my flashlight.

I was finally able to hold my breath, and then I heard the ticking sound of the clock on the wall.

"Call branch..."

Instead of moving forward, the policeman took out his walkie-talkie and started calling for reinforcements.

I knew I couldn't wait any longer. There was no way I could face so many armed police officers in this small space.

Maybe I need a grapple gun, a bulletproof suit, the kind with a cloak that can glide from high altitudes, so that if I encounter this situation again, I can just break out of the window.

But there's no time now, and there's nothing I can do to conjure them up.

So I jumped up from behind the table and kicked the policeman in the back of the head with my right leg like lightning. He would be unconscious within a tenth of a second.

"boom!"

The gunshot fired, and the policeman was prepared.

But it was too late. There was no way he could hit a person who was one with the night in the darkness. The bullet grazed my raised right leg and flew past.

"Snapped!"

The leg fell on his right shoulder, and he immediately squatted down in pain, and the gun and flashlight also fell to the ground.

I overestimated my ability at this time.

I kicked the gun away and picked up the flashlight, and then I saw his face clearly.

Deep-set eyes, thin face,

A middle-aged man is so haggard and has gray hair on his temples.

The police uniform was very old, and the handle of the gun was a little shiny. He didn't know how many nights he held it tightly and walked through the darkness.

"James Gordon?"

I read it according to his name tag.

If there's anyone I can trust in Gotham, it's the man in front of me besides Alfred.

I remember his face very clearly, even though it has been weathered over the past ten years.

That night it was him who put the clothes on my shoulders and told me that the world was not going to end. Later, Alfred told me that he was an assistant constable transferred from the Chicago Police Department.

That is a young man who firmly believes in justice and law.

"Now in the avatar, everything is still hissing..."

He gritted his teeth and looked up at me, but his shoulder was twisted, and I knew how painful that kick was.

"Do you believe in justice?"

"Haha, you, an illegal intruder, talk to me..."

"The police chief's USB flash drive contains all the information about the legendary underground black boxing ring. If you still want those people who disappeared inexplicably on the streets and the corpses that appeared in the alleys to find a home, then leave it on the table. "

I said in the deepest voice I could imitate, like a true Avenger.

Gordon silently looked at the table with the flashlight.

He obviously didn't believe it, but he could only believe it when I kicked the gun away and he was almost incapacitated.

"Feel sorry."

Before I finished speaking, I punched Gordon who turned his head.

There is surveillance in the police station, which is the only way to prevent him from being held accountable.

Then I carried him to the chair where the guard on duty was sitting at the door, found a police hat and put it on his head to cover his eyes.

I rushed into the rain again and started running towards Wayne Manor, where there was a simple base I built underground.

Adrenaline has completely lost its effect;

The burning sensation in my internal organs became stronger and stronger, and something heavy and red was scurrying around in my chest, colliding with it, almost crushing my bones.

His ears were filled with white noise.

Something was biting at my heels, and my steps became heavier and heavier, almost to the point of being crushed by the heavy rain.

Ha ha……

There seemed to be laughter coming, a proud laugh, right behind him.

"Snapped!"

I slipped and fell in the rain.

Fumbling around for something next to me, I slowly stood up. It was a motorcycle parked on the side of the road, with the key not removed.

I hesitated, but my body didn’t give me that much time,

The god of death seemed to be always behind me, pacing unhurriedly, coveting and waiting.

Then let him wait!

I got on the motorcycle and took out my cell phone from my inner pocket.

After typing, I hit "send."

I no longer adhere to the somewhat ridiculous principle. Taking away the motorcycle is considered stealing, but it is nothing compared to what I can bring to Gotham.

"boom!"

The roar of the motorcycle sounded and water droplets splashed.

I don’t know how long it will take to get to Wayne Manor.

The heavy rain poured down, blurring the boundaries between heaven and earth.

Thunder and lightning flashed with flames. Is this the anger of life or a precursor of judgment?

Is the roar of this thunderstorm bred by the life and unwillingness deeply buried in this city?

The cold rain penetrated through the clothes and wet the wound. The chill penetrated the twitching nerves and caused physiological spasm in the right abdomen.

I began to feel hot all over but very cold, and my breathing was heavy and cloudy.

What's even worse is that the eyelids are falling uncontrollably...

In a pub late at night.

"Hey man, we're closing."

"One last drink, Chris."

A man with a burly back stood up and raised the bottle, mouth to mouth, until not a drop of wine came out.

"Buzz."

The mobile phone placed on the bar vibrated twice. He picked it up without looking at it and put it directly into his pocket.

But after a while, he took his phone out of his pocket and slid open the screen with a glimmer of hope.

He was stunned and shook his head, wondering if it was an hallucination caused by drinking too much.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again. The profile picture in his address book that had been dormant for five years finally lit up again.

"Alfred, I need a doctor at the manor, right now!

---Bruce"

He turned around so violently that he almost swept the bottle off the bar.

"Chris!"

"what happened?"

"Today is my lucky day!"

After saying that, Alfred rushed out.