Anti-hero of a certain comic

5 minutes ago, James Gordon was performing his daily patrol duties as usual.

Through the lowered car window, he saw his partner Fleiss collecting "management fees" in a convenience store.

Fleiss is a bad cop. He colludes with Black Mask's gang to collect bribes and act as a lackey. This is a well-known thing in the Gotham Police Department.

But no one cares because that's what the Gotham Police Department was like many years ago.

It was still the era of Roman rule, and at least two-thirds of the people in the police department were gang informants and were willing to collude with criminals.

The remaining one-third, at best, remain neutral and barely do their job.

The environment has a powerful force of subtle influence. No one likes an informant, and the senior police officers who heard these reports may have been playing golf with the gangsters a few hours ago.

So over time, everyone was well aware of this blatant collusion, but chose to turn a blind eye.

Gordon, who was still a passionate young man at the time, wanted to change this situation and let the city see the light of hope for justice again.

However, he failed without any suspense.

Old partner Harvey Bullock once warned Gordon that there are no heroes in Gotham.

Since the beginning of the last century, the city's political circles and gangs have been inseparable from each other.

Gotham is a natural port city, and shipping trade is naturally the lifeline of the economy, so the original gang was actually a group of dockworkers.

They are located on Sullivan's Island across the sea from Blackgate Prison, Adams Port near the municipal district, Dixon's Landing in Triangle Point and Crimson Cape in Robbins Town.

The rapid economic development gave birth to a large number of businessmen. They each established a trade union organization and recruited strong dock workers as thugs. They often fought over the competition for territory and shipping business.

Over time, the so-called mafia family gradually formed.

Those chamber of commerce bosses use money to gain power. By controlling upper-level relationships, they control people at the lower levels and accumulate a large amount of social wealth.

Since then, the police and gangs have been colluding, and capitalists and city councilors who have the say in labor unions have entered and exited high-end places.

The entire judicial system is corrupt and rotten, like a pool of filthy stagnant water, exuding the stench of crime.

Those who were originally passionate and righteous people either became numb after repeated failures; or they were assimilated by the surrounding environment and became a part of it.

"Don't you want to share some?"

The pot-bellied Fleiss sat in the car and asked, holding up a wad of bills in his hand.

"Gordon, I hope you can learn to be smarter and integrate into the group. There is a reason why you have been in the Gotham Police Department for so many years but you still have no friends."

"Are you still worried about me snitching? Everyone has been bribed. Who can I snitch to?"

Gordon lowered his head, with a bitter smile on his lips.

He couldn't help but miss the old days. He and his partner Harvey carefully dealt with Gotham's major mafia families and narrowly escaped death several times.

At that time, I still maintained my boiling passion and innocent ideals, and I was not fighting alone.

"Look at the facts, Gordon, this is Gotham."

Fleiss smiled triumphantly and put the bill into his pocket.

I started the engine and before the police car started running, the code instructions from the dispatch center came over the car radio.

“Governor Hotel”

Fleiss muttered. He could go home and rest after completing his patrol duty, but now he had to go to the Upper East Side again.

According to the code sent by the dispatch center, a group of armed robbers should have broken into the Governor's Hotel.

"Hurry over there, otherwise the rich people in Gotham will complain about us again."

Gordon urged.

Even though he was in a pool of murky sewage, he still wanted to do something within his power.

The police car with the "GCPD Gotham Police Department" logo flashed its lights and drove away from the commercial street in the municipal district, quickly passing through the dense and crowded traffic.

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"They also kidnapped Bruce Wayne"

A few minutes later, new news came from the car radio.

Fleiss looked surprised. This was a big event. The Waynes were shot dead in Crime Alley, causing an uproar.

The powerful and wealthy people in the upper class were all in danger, and their rare generosity indirectly saved Gotham during the Great Depression.

If something unexpected happens to the orphan of the Wayne family, I am afraid that the pressure from outside public opinion alone will be enough to make the Gotham Police Department suffer.

"The robbers were divided into two groups. One car was heading towards Naihe Island, and the other car rushed onto Rand Avenue and was heading towards Sullivan's Island."

Gordon learned the latest situation from the walkie-talkie. The police car followed the instructions from the dispatch center and launched an encirclement with other dispatched police forces.

"Hey, hero guy, how do you think those useless police officers will come after us?"

The red hooded leader sitting in the front row pointed a Beretta police pistol at Leo, who looked calm, and asked with a smile.

Leo, who took the initiative to expose himself and chose to become a hostage, was sitting in the back seat of a Dodge Challenger with Bruce Wayne.

Their wrists were cuffed together, and their ankles were covered with plastic anti-falling self-locking pull-ring rope buckles, perfectly playing the role of hostages.

"When I first came to Gotham, how did I know the working style of the local police? You should ask Mr. Bruce Wayne next to me about this question."

Leo replied in a calm voice.

Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, he didn't feel the slightest bit nervous.

"Mr. Wayne, the proud man of Gotham, what do you think the police are going to do?"

Bruce first turned to look at Leo, with some doubts in his eyes, and then said: "As long as you don't hurt us, you can make any demands to the police. How about a ransom of 1000 million?"

The heir to the Wayne family did not directly answer the Red Hood leader's question.

His character is that of a rich young man with no knowledge or skills. When he can solve the problem with money, he will never mention other methods.

The two hostages' lack of cooperation left the leader of the Red Hood to perform a one-man show.

He said to himself: "It is estimated that half of the surveillance cameras in Gotham have been urgently called to closely monitor our whereabouts."

"The police will set up roadblocks at the surrounding highway exits and then chase and intercept us. The helicopters must have also been dispatched."

"Those police cars will be the first to chase us. In the eyes of the Gotham Police Department, 1000 million is of course not as important as Bruce Wayne. There is also that who, what is your name, White?"

Halfway through, Red Hood pointed his gun at the hostage in the back seat.

"Leo White."

The young hostage replied gently.

"Oh, they finally caught up with No. [-], heading towards the old city."

The red hooded leader heard the piercing sirens coming from behind and clapped his hands excitedly.

The streets in Gotham's old city are complex and intertwined like a spider web, and you only need to cross a bridge to enter Sullivan's Island.

It was a lawless place like Naihe Island. It was run by the Maroni family. Because of its natural port advantages, it was often used for smuggling business.

Such as tobacco, alcohol, and even drugs and firearms, as long as they are illegal items that can make money and are profitable enough, you can buy them on the underground black market on Sullivan Island.

The two police cars were clinging to the rear, while the red Dodge Challenger was like a swimming fish, skillfully weaving in and out of the traffic.

The complicated streets of Gotham's old city, coupled with the narrow and dark construction alleys, made the red hooded leader spin the police car behind him.

"They drove into a tunnel and there were two hostages in the car."

As an aerial unit, helicopters can only hover over the old city, but cannot provide any more help.

This gang of robbers with the red hood as their symbol is very cunning, as if they are familiar with the Gotham Police Department's plans and deployments, and they don't give them any chance.

"Put a roadblock on Sullivan's Island to stop them."

The dispatch center issued the command's order.