The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

When the man with a gun rushed in, there was no one in the house. His mission goal, the damn red-haired girl, was rescued by someone. The other party's movements were so flexible that he didn't even see a figure.

News was played on the TV in the living room. What appeared on the screen was the face of Boer who was beaten to the bloody face. But there was also a video that appeared at the same time.

In the first person perspective, two fists punched Boer's face with their bows left and right until they broke his skull and beat him out of his brain.

Boer could still scream at first, but later he only had meaningless convulsions, and finally he disappeared completely.

There is no doubt that this is a murder.

The young man who killed Boer was well-trained, not only very strong, but also skilled in punching. His identity was soon announced. He is a black boxer named Shik.

Shik's life trajectory is also very simple. Both parents died and they depended on each other for life. His academic performance is pretty good, but because something happened to his sister in high school, he had to drop out of school and go to fight black boxing.

His sister seemed to have suffered a car accident and was completely paralyzed in bed. For some reasons, he failed to get insurance compensation, so he needed to earn medical expenses for his sister by fighting against black fists.

A very typical person from Gotham, an unlucky guy who should have died quietly on a rainy night.

But no, he appeared in a villa near the suburbs of Gotham's steel industry giant Boer, and directly smashed his skull with those powerful fists, killing him to death.

And he recorded all this into video, handed it over to the TV station, and was screened.

In a dark and narrow basement, Fiona watched the entire video. She clenched her fists and said, "So it was his plan, and he used me."

The catwoman gave her a cup of hot coffee and said, "Why can't he have a grudge against Boer himself and take this opportunity to take revenge?"

Fiona pursed her lips and said, "I promised Mr. Mayor not to kill. I think he is a good person and I should keep my promise."

"Yes, that should be. But those who broke into your house probably didn't want to have a good talk with you, right?"

"Okay, they want to kill me, and I'll kill them too. I'm just protecting myself." Fiona took a deep breath.

The catwoman looked at the girl in front of her. She did look very young, but she was only 15 years old. Moreover, her father protected her very well, so she was shaken just by watching a murder.

This made Catwoman question Schiller's decision a little. Will this girl really be the key person?

But she didn't say much, just watched Fiona drink her coffee and said, "Do you have a good relationship with the mayor?"

"He is willing to help my father get justice. He is the only one who is willing to do so. He also tried his best. I'm grateful to him."

"So what about him to you?"

"I know he feels a little guilty about me," Fiona said in a deep breath. "He seemed to blame my father's death on his own, but I know it's not. It has nothing to do with him. It's my father. Choose to do this.”

"Have you ever thought about taking advantage of this kind of guilt?"

"What's the meaning?"

"They are going to kill you." Catwoman repeated again, "They have to kill you because you are a hero. They will soon realize that your father Willy's death is the beginning of everything. It's him Give people the courage to resist."

"In order to completely eliminate this courage, they will definitely find ways to eliminate you, or simply force you to bow to them and use some dirty means to shake people's hope."

"I won't surrender to them!" Fiona said firmly.

"Some things are not as simple as you think." said the Catwoman. "No one has ever stood up, what about their results?"

Fiona soon remembered something her father told her. That was the source of his nightmare for a long time. She couldn't help but shivered, but held the coffee and said, "If I can't live like a hero, at least I can die like my father."

The catwoman then looked at her with some different eyes. But when he remembered what Schiller had told him, he knocked on the table and said, "You must live, Miss. Because not only the upper class, ordinary people will also find that your father has embarked on a great journey."

"As the heir to your father's will, you are an important spiritual symbol. If you fall down easily, it will hurt your loved ones and your enemy will be happy."

"Then what do you think I should do?" Fiona breathed in a hurry. She felt excited, but also nervous.

"Use your relationship with the mayor to convince him to help you." The catwoman leaned closer a little, squatted down, looked at Fiona from bottom to top and said, "You don't have much strength, you must Grasp every possibility. Not only for you, but also for your father.”

Fiona's hand holding the coffee cup gradually clenched. She took a sip of coffee absent-mindedly.

At this time, Catwoman dropped another bombshell.

"I know who instructed the gunman to kill your father."

Fiona immediately stared at her.

"But you can't go to him, do you know why?"

"Because I can't protect myself?"

The catwoman looked up at her and said, "What if the murderer also stood on your father's side?"

"What did you say?"

"I mean, what would you do if one day you find the murderer who killed your father and realize that your father is right and he decides to help you?"

"I...I don't know..." Fiona shook her head in confusion, and she said, "He assassinated my father, he must be a despicable villain. How could he support my father? Maybe..."

"Do you know what your father would do?"

Fiona remained silent. She took a sip of coffee mechanically and said, "He once told me that poor people always vent their anger on their companions. But that's just bullying the weak. And what he has to do is to defeat the strong with the weak."

Fiona's lips were tightly pressed against the coffee cup, and her tone seemed a little vague. She said, "He told me that if I feel angry one day, I must look up first. I always don't understand what this is. Meaning. But now I seem to understand a little."

The catwoman stood up, looked at her with her arms and said, "You are already excellent, but you don't know fast enough. You don't have much time."

The coffee cup that Fiona put down collided with the tabletop and made a light sound. She stood up and said, "I'm going to the municipal building. I'm going to meet the mayor."

When Fiona was taken to the door of the mayor's office by Ms. Weiss, she vaguely saw Gordon. She closed her eyes in pain and paused.

But when I turned around, I saw Ms. Weis's smiling face.

"Don't be afraid, Miss. Mr. Napier is the best mayor of all time."

Fiona clenched her fists, knocked on the door, and walked in. Gordon's eyes immediately locked on her.

"Someone wants to kill me," Fiona said.

The pale knight sitting on the office chair stood up suddenly. He hurried to Fiona and said, "Are you okay? Are you injured?"

"No, someone saved me." Fiona calmed down and said, "The thing about Boer is that I'm wrong, I'm too impulsive. But I really didn't want to kill anyone. I'm about the trouble I've brought to you. I feel sorry."

The pale knight looked at her and said, "I know you are kind-hearted, Miss. It's over, so don't think about it."

Fiona remembered what Catwoman said, and she pinched the corner of her clothes with her fingers and lowered her head and said, "I dreamed of my father yesterday, remembered some of the things he said to me before. I think I should follow him, for Ordinary people do more.”

"When I heard about the death betting incident, I was almost mad. So when I received the clue from Boer, I rushed over without thinking. I just wanted to help you."

The pale knight's expression softened visually. Gordon couldn't really say anything. He walked over and looked at Fiona with a heavy footsteps and said, "Maybe you are kind-hearted, but the situation is getting worse and worse."

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" Fiona asked.

"Bol's death made them feel deeply afraid. They chose to take extreme measures..."

"for example?"

"If you can't control the criminal, then create the criminal." Gordon turned around and said, "Just two hours after Bohr's death, supermarket bombings, bank massacres, serial murders... have never been so many. The vicious case broke out at the same time. Many people died."

Gordon reached out to cover half of his face. Fiona had imagined that kind of tragic situation, and she said, "Then we can only choose to fight to the end. Sir, I am only 15 years old. I don't want to die. Where are you?"

Gordon's fingertips shook a little. He was not afraid of death, but he had a daughter, who was not much older than Fiona. He promised her mother to raise her well.

In addition, those who died in the tragedy were all because of his failure to catch the culprits at once. He is responsible for their deaths. Most importantly, no more people can die.

The police have no power to kill people, but he has been pushed into a dead end. He had no other choice.

Gordon didn't know how he walked out of the municipal building. When he returned to the police station, he saw an extended black sedan parked at the door.

As soon as he walked into the police station hall, he saw a man in a suit swaggeringly walking out under the guidance of others.

That was one of the few culprits who were caught by him. A second-generation ancestor who was slow and stupid enough, but they still sacrificed two police officers to arrest him. One of them is only 18 years old and has just graduated from police academy.

The second generation ancestor deliberately hit Gordon, shook his head and said, "I've told you a long time ago that I'll be able to go out soon. You wait, when I go back and tell my dad, you're dead! ”

"I heard you have a daughter. If you don't want to lose your job as a director, then let her come to me personally to apologize. Maybe for her sake, my dad will leave you with an ordinary police job. Or you can come to my house to apply for a security guard when you can’t pay your credit card, haha.”

After saying that, he patted Gordon on the shoulder and walked out of the police station under the gaze of everyone.

The moment he heard the sound of the car starting, Gordon felt a string in his mind break.

He paused for only a second, picked up the keys of the police car from the table next to him, and walked out of the back door of the police station.

Half an hour later, Gordon stood on the edge of Gotham Bridge. He took off his hat and exhaled tremblingly.

There was a hazy morning light ahead, behind us was a bustling bustling, dark clouds above our heads, and steel under our feet.

The fibers all over his body weave into his skin, and every movement brings countless waves. The police badge on his chest melts into his lungs, and every breath exhales splashing steel flowers. The boots under his feet dig into the ground, and every step is rooted in blood and iron.

Cold mist rises from the Gotham River, and the back half of the luxury car gradually sinks into the water, like a mountain swallowed by the abyss.

When he stares into the abyss, the abyss looks back at him.

Gordon sees Schiller standing on the river bank. Schiller is also looking up at him.

Schiller's lips moved, and Gordon couldn't hear his voice. But he heard it again, and heard the voice deep in his heart again.

"I witnessed everything, you have no choice. James Gordon."

Sorry, it's a little late