Thriller Paradise Chapter 273: The battle for the cloak (15)

At around eight o'clock in the evening, the street in front of the Gotham Police Station was crowded with demonstrators and reporters.

People are holding signs and chanting slogans. There are many slogans on the sign that are aimed at Director Gordon, such as "Gordon step down", "Gordon must get out", and others include "Negligence of duty", "Bat get out", "Hang them", etc. Wait...

When Gordon appeared on the street, a large group of reporters surrounded him and probed the microphone, recorder, lens, and lights all at once. Numerous sharp questions were thrown at Gordon.

"It is said that 15 police officers have resigned today. Is it true?"

"How long does it take for street security to return to normal?"

"Who is responsible for the losses in the bank robbery today?"

"How do you explain to the family of the dead police officer, how did the'anonymous' slip under the police's nose?"

"Mr. Chief, have criminal forces infiltrated the police?"

"Are the police threatened by gangsters?"

"Should you consider taking the blame and resigning, Chief Gordon?"

There are many people in this world who think they are very smart, what a great person they are, and how meaningful their lives and careers are.

Actually, it's all shit.

In the United States, most journalists have this tendency to self-inflate. They think they have guided the trend of public opinion in society and changed the fate of others. They think they are smarter and more insightful than the general public. They make irresponsible remarks all day long, use the convenience of their positions and professional knowledge to distort facts, and win higher social status, attention and benefits for themselves.

For this, they do not hesitate to ruin the reputation and life of others.

In the eyes of others, these people are self-righteous demons. Disgusting. They themselves are complacent all day long, and they don't know it, as if they have a sense of social mission.

But in fact, they are not superior, it is just an illusion. If these people walked from behind the camera to in front of the camera. When they change from a reporter to a reporter, they will immediately realize what they are.

When their petty right to tell lies was taken away, under the hypocritical face, they were just a group of instigators. This is a group of people that have existed since the Dark Ages of the Middle Ages and is described in the Bible as one of the harbingers of the end of the world.

From the moment these people impose their views and positions on others, they have forgotten the nature of this profession. When a bystander, the recorder crosses an invisible boundary. He will go farther and farther, and eventually become a liar and fabricator who is unscrupulous in order to gain eyeballs.

The reporters in Gotham are mostly such people.

As for the citizens of Gotham City, please allow me to quote a passage from Maupassant in "Orla"——

"The common people are like a group of low-powered cows, sometimes so submissive almost stupid, and sometimes irritable, almost rebellious. They are ordered to say, "You celebrate!" They obey; then they are ordered to say, "Go with you." Neighbors fight!’ They also obeyed. Order them to support the emperor. They kowtow; then they order them to support the Republic, and they cheer.

Those who control the common people are equally stupid, except that they obey not a certain master, but certain principles. Because these principles are principles, they must be absurd and false, because they want to establish certain eternal and unchanging concepts in this world. There is nothing immutable at all—what we see and hear are all illusions. "

Our Chief Gordon is the cowherd.

Shen.net’s superheroes, too.

They do everything they can to protect the city and protect the people here to live and work in peace and contentment. But they are still constantly questioned, attacked by instigators, and when they are defying their lives to confront the criminals, they have to make compromises in many cases.

So Feng Bujue laughed at them, and even felt miserable for them... Compared with the "miserable" of the villain, the "miserable" of the hero is more self-inflicted.

"The last question...Is Batman really dead?" asked this question. It is a unique and charming voice.

Gordon turned his head after the sound, and saw a small man in a green suit on the edge of the crowd, he was leaning against the wall, looking at himself leisurely.

"The riddler..." Gordon groaned.

It's a pity. As Feng Bujue said, in this "law-speaking" place, even if you know that there is a super criminal standing in front of him, you can't just arrest him.

"Okay, please get out of the way and let the car pass. This is an important prisoner." Gordon stared at the riddler for a few seconds, and then squeezed out of the reporters.

At this time, a van escorting prisoners drove up on the street. Several police officers armed with guns quickly jumped out of the car and stood in two rows.

On the other side, two prisoners also walked down the steps of the police station gate.

At this moment, Shiva and Qisha were restrained by two police officers each, with shackles on their hands and feet.

About twenty minutes ago, the two of them entered the interrogation room of the police station. The buttocks were not hot yet. Ye Wing, who was questioning them, suddenly went out to pick up a message. He didn’t know what the sage said to him, anyway. This is the end of the interrogation, and then this one...

By this time, both players also realized...the situation is not good. Their thoughts are the same: if they know that there is a superhero watching nearby, rashly resisting is likely to lead to being killed on the spot, or wait for a while to see if there is a chance to escape.

"Sage, the two from the police station are about to leave." The Night Wing standing on the top of the police station, staring at the movement below, and communicating with the Bat Cave: "I am worried that they will be there. Fleeing halfway, preparing to go with them, how is Tim’s side?"

"It's not so good... I lost contact about fifteen minutes ago. It happened to be the time limit for the explosion." The saint replied: "Damian is the closest to him and has already passed. He drove the Batmobile. If something happens to Tim, there are emergency life support equipment in the car."

The firm face under the nightwing mask~IndoMTL.com~ has a hint of worry: "I have a bad premonition, Barbara, you'd better call someone over again."

The sage replied: "Well, I will contact you as soon as possible."

"I can't get out of here temporarily. Will you let me know as soon as there is news from Tim?" Nightwing said.

"You also be careful...Dick." The sage said with concern.

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At the same time, in a warehouse in Gotham City.

"Uh...Where am I..." Tim Drake woke up from a brief coma. After adjusting to the surrounding light, he found himself standing in front of him in a long purple suit from the back.

"Don't be nervous, Tim, we moved you here...a safe place when you were in a coma." Feng Bujue replied with his back to Tim. When he said this, he was debugging a plane. Camera. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)