[Zhongyingmei] After all, I'm not a devil

[-] p.m.

Gotham Police Department.

All the policemen were busy as usual, but from time to time their eyes went to the offices upstairs.

At this time, the mood of everyone upstairs was as complicated as that of the people downstairs.

Batman folded his arms and sat on a chair. Director Gordon kept resisting the urge to look at him. He was curious, how did Keke find him?How did you convince him to appear here?

"It seems that everyone is here now." Ke Ke squeezed her shoulder and said leisurely.

"So, let's talk about how to rebuild Gotham into a good city with simple folk customs?"

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Batman pushed the chair away, and without a word he got up and walked out.

Behind him, Ke Ke lazily said: "Why don't you stay and listen? Maybe my suggestion is very good."

"No need," Batman said hoarsely.

Gotham has been sick for a long time, he is like a dying old man, suddenly someone suddenly said that he can bring him back to life, Bruce Wayne's first feeling is ridiculous.

"You think I'm joking?" Coco said flatly, "but why don't you spend an hour listening to the joke if it's funny?"

She has lived for tens of thousands of years and has seen many dynasties change. The problem of Gotham is far from a problem for her.

"Batman." Gordon suddenly asked Batman to stay, "She's right, you should stay."

Although Gordon has always disapproved of Batman's actions, he can't deny the importance of Batman to Gotham, and the importance he attaches to Gotham.

After a moment of silence, Bruce Wayne sat down again.

Coco snapped his fingers and said, "It's ready to launch."

The meeting room suddenly went dark, and the projector projected a three-dimensional projection, which was a reduced model of Gotham, slowly rotating in mid-air.

Gordon thought to himself, being rich is a great thing. His dilapidated conference room didn't even have a projector before, but now it's a good thing, and it's even equipped with a [-]D projection.

"Let's take a look at the crime rate of Gotham in the past ten years." Coco flicked his hand lightly in the air, and the projection instantly turned into a line graph. Above, the background is the voice of wailing and screaming.

Director Gordon watched this scene, he was silent, there is no simple number anymore naked/naked/naked, although many people said that Gotham has changed a lot since he became the director, but in his heart, he still knows, All he did was not enough.

And that number is the truth.

"Then let's analyze the reason for this situation." Coco crossed her fingers, propped her chin, and blinked her eyes playfully, "After all, everything has a cause and effect."

Gordon took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with the glasses cloth he carried with him. He lowered his head and said in frustration, "Our police are not strong enough."

Compared with the endless stream of criminals and all kinds of terrifying high-tech weapons, the quality of the police is worrying, and their equipment even requires the sponsorship of the Wayne family to be fully equipped.

"Bingo!" Ke Ke snapped his fingers, "You're right, but not all right."

She stood up and swiped her finger in the air, "This is the power comparison map of Gotham. Let's take a look. Assuming that the strength of gangsters and terrorists is [-], then the strength of the police is only [-], and Batman... "She pretended to be a fool, smiled, then folded her hands on her chest, sat on the table, and said seriously: "The strength value is only [-]."

In the conference room, several police officers watching looked at Batman in surprise.

He seemed indifferent to Coco's remarks, or, at least, seemed indifferent.

"I admit that Batman does have extraordinary power," Coco jumped off the table, she paced slowly, walked slowly to Batman, and stood behind him, "However, how can a person save A city? How can one Batman save thousands of victims when the city is on fire and moaning?"

Needless to say, Batman knows this fact too.

The Barbara affair had taught him a lesson.

He looked at Ke Ke coldly, his eyes as black as morning stars were bottomless, "This is what you want to say."

"Half." Coco shrugged, "The current Gotham is like a war between the Three Kingdoms. If the three parties are evenly matched, or if one party is strong enough, and the force on that party happens to be your policeman, then you should take brother It is not difficult for Tan to build a city with honest folk customs.”

Gordon showed thoughtful eyes. He stroked the stubble on his chin. The rough touch reminded him of those childish and cute words Barbara hugged him every time when he was a child. His eyes became Gentle, but when he thought of Barbara losing the ability to walk like a normal person because of the clown, because of him, his eyes were full of sadness.

"What do you want to do?" Gordon had already made up his mind. He didn't want to see any pair of parents lose their children, and he didn't want to see any more children crying bitterly about losing their parents.

"It seems that we will have a very happy cooperation." Coco turned his head to look at Batman, "What about you?"

Batman looked at her and nodded silently.

Maybe it's just a farce, or maybe it's just a feeble struggle, but at least there's a silver lining.

"OK!" Ke Ke snapped her fingers crisply, tapped her fingers in the air, and muttered something in a low voice: "It seems that my thesis has been settled."

Everyone who heard this was in a complicated mood, and they didn't know what expression to use.

"Arctic wolf, bayonet, alpine blade..." Alfred sorted out the list, "These are the world's leading mercenary legions, let them come to Gotham, this..."

Bruce.Wayne lowered his eyelids. He stood at the window and looked out of the window. Gotham below the mountain seemed to be shrouded in darkness. If he could see the light, who would be willing to live in darkness.

"Ah Fu, she made me feel that light is possible for Gotham."

Just this one sentence made Alfred swallow all his words.

"I see." Alfred said.

the next morning.

Director Gordon slowly parked the car in the parking lot. He put on his seat belt, opened the door, and got out of the car. When he walked towards the police station as usual, his steps stopped.

Is this new, high-profile building with at least thirty floors still his police station? !

Jim.The document in Gordon's hand slipped to the ground.

So, aliens have invaded Earth anyway?Or maybe the Gotham Police Department was cleared out as a nail house?

"What, what's going on here?" Gordon stood at the door hesitantly.

Ashley just walked past the door, "Director, what are you doing there? Come in."

Gordon picked up the documents on the ground, and walked inside hesitantly. The outside was amazing enough, but the inside was so surprising that Gordon felt that he must have not woken up this morning.

The Gotham Police Department has always been very poor, so poor that their computers are all old-fashioned laptops from more than ten years ago, and the tables are also tattered, lingering, barely usable, and some tables even last longer than some new police officers. Both are long.

But now, those desks and computers have disappeared, replaced by brand new mahogany desks, and the computers are brand new Apple computers.

"Hey, Gordon." Bullock greeted him.

When Gordon saw him, he felt real, "Brock, what are we doing here..."

"Gordon, don't ask me, I'm just here too." Bullock shrugged.

Gordon was speechless. He looked around and felt that the place had been changed from beginning to end. When he looked up, his office was still there.

Amidst all the post-modern, metallic equipment, Gordon felt that his old office was like a Donkey Kong sitting on New York's Fifth Avenue—out of character.