The Richest Man in the DC World

　　 Since the last park date, Luke has no expectations of Emily’s IQ.

　　 Fortunately, she is still young and has enough time to grow up. Luke firmly believes that under her own training, she will definitely become the director of the FBI.

　　 "Fighting on the battlefield, one party with few people, one party with many people, and unequal combat power is indeed a big problem, what do you think should be done."

The girl peeked at Luke and said in a mosquito-like voice, "I thought about it carefully, and with the power of the seven of us, we are fully capable of rushing into Falcone’s house and controlling him. Just catch him. Everyone else can solve it."

　　 Cough cough cough! !

　　 Luke coughed violently, making him confused.

　　 Emily said nervously, "Is it wrong?"

"No no!"

　　 Luke drank his mouth water to moisturize his throat, "You have a good idea, point to the point."

　　 The girl breathed a sigh of relief, but somehow, she always felt that her IQ was not enough recently.

　　 Luke continued, "What should I do after catching Falcone, he still has a group of dangerous men, how to deal with it?"

　　 "I think it should be handed over to the police."

　　 Luke smiled, "Given the current situation in Gotham City, how can the police be able to deal with the mob."

　　 Emily frowned, lost in thought.

　　 The door of the house opened, and the waiter walked in, carrying the famous dish of the town shop—Litchi Pork.

　　 This dish is Luke’s favorite. I ate it right away. While eating, I watched the girl’s reaction. When I saw her frowning brows, I couldn’t help shaking my head.

"Cutting down trees is not an easy task, especially the old trees with luxuriant branches and wide coverage. Only the trunk is cut off. The fallen branches and leaves are likely to kill a group of people. In order to avoid accidents, logging Workers generally clean the branches, leaving bare trunks, and then use a saw to cut them off little by little. This is the safest way."

　　 Emily understood, "You mean..."

　　 "Falcone is the trunk of the tree, and his subordinates are the branches. If you want to move the trunk, you must solve the branches."

　　 "But we don't have enough manpower."

　　 "There are so many police officers in Gotham City, how come there is not enough manpower."

　　 Emily was completely confused. I didn't mean that the police were useless. How could it change in the blink of an eye.

　　 Luke shook his head helplessly and explained in a low voice,

　　 "For Gotham, this riot is not a bad thing, it can even be said to be a good thing, because it completely separates the good from the bad."

"Like the police system, one third of the police accept bribes, but it is undeniable that two thirds did not accept bribes. In the past, one third and two thirds were mixed together, like one full of dyes. It’s not the same in the big dyeing vat of China. It’s different now."

"The emergence of the flyer broke this deadlock. In the face of angry citizens, the black police couldn't even protect themselves. How could they have the courage to jump into the tank. As soon as they ran, the dye in the dye tank disappeared, leaving only the transparent one. A color."

　　 "Countless history has proved that a pure army has extremely terrifying power. The current Gotham police is such an army, and all that is missing is the leader."

　　 The girl suddenly realized, "You mean, as long as you provide information, the police may help arrest people."

"It is not possible, but certain. The profession of the police is related to many things: survival, honor, value, beliefs, etc. This incident has crushed all these things. If they do not stand up, after the incident, Gotham City will There are no more police."

　　 "In order to survive, they must prove the value of the police."

"understood."

　　 Emily took a deep breath, "I'll go to Jim Gordon in a moment."

　　 Luke nodded secretly. He could think of this step, indicating that the girl's IQ had not reached the point of incurable.

　　 Only the police can lead the police. This is the law of the industry. Looking at Gotham, Jim Gordon is undoubtedly the best choice. His qualifications and connections are all right, although he lost his job because of the private black Lamborghini.

　　 But from the current point of view, this is not a bad thing, but a good thing.

　　 "No, I will meet him now."

　　 The girl left as soon as she said to leave. Before she could say anything, the man left, making Luke look helpless.

　　……

　　 In an independent building on the outskirts of Gotham City, the shaggy Jim Gordon stands in front of the washing machine to wash clothes. His wife Sarah is pregnant for more than nine months and has limited mobility. As a husband, she can only carry the housework by herself.

　　 In order to prevent his wife from worrying, Jim did not tell the dismissal. Only in the dead of night, he hid in the toilet by himself and savored the horror of middle-age unemployment.

　　 The child is about to be born, but he doesn't even have a fixed income.

　　 After washing his clothes, Jim came to the balcony on the second floor, lit a cigarette, and watched the night scene quietly.

　　 "Dad, are you hiding something from us!"

　　 Barbara Gordon, who was just over seventeen, stood beside her father, watching him motionless.

　　 Jim pinched out the cigarette butt, forced a smile,

　　 "What's the matter? Don't listen to nonsense."

　　 "Lie!" Barbara snorted, "I know, because of the black Lamborghini, you were dismissed from the police force. You have been secretly doing odd jobs these days."

　　 "Be quiet!"

　　 Jim made a gesture of silence, UU reading www. uukanshu.com "Don't let Sarah hear."

　　Barbara moved a chair and sat down beside him, and said seriously, "Dad, are you thinking about reinstatement?"

　　 Jim Gordon was silent.

Barbara persuaded, “I think it’s better to change careers. Look at the Gotham police, corruption, corruption, and money collection, what they are like, stop being a policeman. If you can’t let go, you can be a private detective. There must be no problem with the ability."

　　 Jim frowned, "Police are not necessarily bad people, there are good people."

　　 "Good guy?"

Barbara snorted, took out a leaflet and photographed it on his hand, "There are many of my father’s former colleagues. You and the good policemen must understand their embezzlement and collect money, but turn a blind eye. According to the Constitution, it is a crime for police officers not to report knowingly."

　　 "A good policeman can't commit a crime!"

　　 Jim was so speechless that he could only sigh repeatedly.

　　 My daughter is right. Most police officers are aware of the corruption in the police station, but they choose to remain silent for various reasons. In principle, Gotham City does not have good police officers.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

　　 "I will open the door."

　　Barbara hopped away, but was pushed back into the chair by Jim, "Stay here, you are not allowed to go."

　　 This is a sensitive period, and police officers must be careful everywhere.

　　 Jim Gordon prepared his weapon, and then opened the door.

　　 Under the dim light, no [citizen] or [thug] was seen, only a beautiful girl with purple hair and purple eyes.

"you are……"

　　 Emily took out her credentials, "FBI, Mr. Gordon, we need to talk."