Wishbone is also very poor today [Comprehensive British and American]

Everything is messed up.

Fish sent Selena to follow Falcone's side and keep up with the latest developments.

Following Maroni's attack, the bald-headed Victor led the team straight to the hospital to make up for the knife. Maroni's side was forcibly cornered, and the two sides set up stalls in the Gotham City Hospital to exchange fire.

The police evacuated the crowd urgently and surrounded the hospital but could do nothing.If you want to negotiate, important people are busy, and no one cares about them.If you want to break through forcefully, the three melons from the Gotham Police Department are not enough for a few shots.

In addition, there is a group of reporters who have given full play to the spirit of the people of Gotham "I don't have a chance to create an opportunity, but if I have a chance, I have to fight for my life". Excited for the holidays.

But yes, Gotham reporters are the only special group of reporters whose death rate is higher than that of war correspondents.

While fishing in troubled waters, Selena even had time to get out her hands and send a text message to Brock and Bruce, telling them to stay at home.

Fish, who was on the other side of the city, was bold and cautious. Taking advantage of Maroney's subordinates running around like chickens without a head after losing contact with the boss, he decisively seized the opportunity and used force to take over half of the docks and armories under Maroney's control.

Seeing that the situation of the exchange of fire began to fall like Falcone, Selena secretly squatted on the trash can in the back street and kept calling Oswald.

Gordon caught Selena in the alley next to the hospital. He grabbed Catwoman who was about to run away, and said hurriedly, "Don't go! I have something to tell you."

Both of them have unclear relationships with Fish and Bruce, and they have dealt with each other a lot. Under Bruce's pleading, Selena also used her relationship to help Gordon solve a few insignificant small cases. , each other can be regarded as acquaintances.

Gordon's eyes were red, and there were still a few veins throbbing on his forehead. After holding back for a long time, a few words popped out of his mouth: "The director is ready to compromise."

Selena: "???"

The director's shit?What is he going to compromise on?Compromise with whom?Why doesn't he come out to watch the show and eat melons?

"The director wants to send a message to Falcone," Gordon swallowed with difficulty, "he will stand by Falcone's side and withdraw the armed police from the hospital. I hope His Excellency Falcone can quickly Resolve the unrest and minimize casualties, release civilians trapped in hospitals."

"The police will accept the final results and thank Mr. Falcone for helping to restore order in Gotham."

Gordon had applied to the chief to call in the army to suppress the riots at the very beginning, but with reports layer by layer, the mayor finally rejected the proposal based on who knows what bureaucratic considerations, and continued to exert pressure, blaming the police department of incompetence.

Maroni's piers, docks, restaurants, nightclubs, black markets and all real estate were attacked to varying degrees, and small-scale gun battles started in the streets and alleys with Falcone's men.

The riot has turned into a riot because of the lack of police force. As the first bank was robbed and the police were unable to respond, every part of Gotham was filled with a crazy atmosphere, and irrelevant people got involved one after another.

Jewelry stores, banks, restaurants, and supermarkets were robbed, people who were at odds with each other simply revenged each other, and even the annoying neighbor's dog could easily smash its barking head on the way home from get off work.

Gordon stared at Selena stubbornly and angrily, the blood in his eyes bursting with blood.

"If you can't deliver the message, I'll go in person."

The coda at the end of the last word is accompanied by Gordon's rapid but suppressed breathing, which sounds like he is about to cry.Selena felt in her heart that even if someone squatted and shit on Gordon's face, his expression couldn't be more humiliated and angry than at this moment.

Instead of protecting the city and its citizens, the police groveled and begged for the protection of gangsters.

In Gotham Police Department, apart from the dirty cops who took bribes and a few serious crime teams backed by the FBI, there was only a bunch of trash that couldn't be supported by mud.

"Don't cry, I didn't bring paper to wipe your tears," Selena sighed, "I'll go now, and I'll call you when it's done."

Watching Selena drifting away, Gordon slammed his fist hard on the wall, and the debris of the wall made him ashamed,

He could only crouch down with his head in his arms and take a deep breath.

Naturally, Falcone would not trust what Selena said. In the end, he asked Gordon to go there on behalf of the police, and then got through to the director's phone, and the deal was finalized.

It's really embarrassing to throw it at grandma's house.

As the sound of firefights in the hospital gradually subsided, the police cars surrounding the hospital evacuated dejectedly. Falcone sat in an inconspicuous black Toyota sedan and walked from the hospital in a low-key manner under the cover of the darkness of night. The side door entered the hospital.

As an old friend and old enemy who climbed up from the bottom together with Maroni, and then fought against each other, Falcone is determined to send Maroni to the last journey in person.

Gordon and Selena stood facing each other outside the hospital. He looked at Selena's plump, young and childish face, and asked in a tired voice, "Why are you getting involved in gang wars?"

Selena was so stared at by him, she shrugged: "Because I'm poor, I have no other way out, I can only do this."

Under the moonlight, the young police detective unconsciously rubbed his police badge, and blurted out: "I saw Harvey's retired old partner in a nursing home a few days ago."

Selena: "???"

none of my business?Do I look like a bosom lady?Why do everyone like to talk to me?

"He warned me to stay away from Harvey, saying that Harvey was too hot-blooded and individual heroic, and that partnering with such an ignorant policeman would kill me sooner or later." Gordon seemed to think this was a ridiculous It was a joke, he laughed a few times dryly, "I can't believe that the person he's talking about is Harvey ten years ago, that old fritter who talks nonsense to others."

Selena saw blood for a while: "You are afraid that you will be changed by this city."

Selena saw Gordon open his mouth to say something, and then his expression suddenly froze.

Traces of panic wound up, like the distorted villain covering his face in the famous nonsense painting "The Scream". The bright fire reflected in Gordon's black eyes, which was very conspicuous in the dark night.

Immediately afterwards, the two were shot out by a huge force, smashed hard into the green belt outside the hospital, rolled around several times, and crushed a pile of brittle shrubs.

Selena rolled farther because of her light weight, she spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and struggled on the ground for half a minute before raising her head to see what happened.

The hospital exploded.

She couldn't tell whether it was blood or tears on Gordon's face.

She shouldn't be in this muddy water, but after hearing the cries of the child in the hospital that could almost tear the sky apart, she followed Gordon and limped into the burning hospital in a trance.

The hospital that had been shot into a sieve by both sides trembled slightly. The roof and wall tiles were crumbling, and the ground was covered with severed limbs and arms. A series of explosions. Explosions.

A pregnant woman clutched her stomach and grabbed Selena's trouser legs, crying inarticulately: "Help me...please help me..."

His pleading voice was melted into the huge tinnitus caused by the explosion, and it was not really heard.

The male Omega's two lower legs had been blown away, and the kneecaps were reduced to fine bone slag mixed with fuzzy flesh and blood.

Selena gritted her teeth, picked him up horizontally, and sent him outside the hospital.

In the emergency room on the first floor, Selena found an arm with a tattoo of red thorns and roses, which was Brown's tattoo. She took off the big gold ring from Brown's hand and planned to return it to his family.

She ran to the senior private ward on the fourth floor, trying to find the traces of Maroni and Falcone.

As a result, people are not seen when they are born, and corpses are not seen when they are dead.

Selena breathed the dirty and bloody air, heard the sound of an ambulance outside the hospital, wiped the blood on her hands and prepared to evacuate.

At the corner she stopped.

A black-haired little boy was lying on the stairs. He looked about eight or nine years old, and was wearing a dirty hoodie with no color at all.

Selena's pupils constricted instantly like a cat's, and she staggered over, turning the boy's head over with trembling fingertips.

Not Bullock.

Apart from his hair color, age and clothes, he bears no resemblance to Brock, and Selena was relieved, only to find that her cheeks were already wet with tears.

I don't know what the phone in my arms is made of. At this time, I still insist on working with a strong body, and the beeping ringtone rang.

"Hi, I'm in the hospital."

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Selena got up with a grunt, went out and hailed a taxi, and went straight to Fish.

"who are you?"

Brock put down the knife in his hand, paused for a moment the great cause of destroying Match Malone's body, and looked up at the tall and strange man in front of him.

The blond man squatted down, raised Bullock's face with his slender fingers, and gently stroked the boy's forehead, eyes, nose and moist lips as if stroking some peerless treasure.

Bullock was bluffed by the weirdo, he clenched the knife in his hand, and sent it straight forward without saying a word.

The man held his little hand almost happily, and kissed Bullock's forehead intimately. He smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for so many years, and you are still no different from the crossbones I remember."

Brock frowned gravely: "Who's Crossbones?"

The man tore off his handsome mask and hair bit by bit, revealing a red skull.

"You'll know later," he held the boy in his arms, "now, I'm going to take you to a better place."