The Richest Man in the DC World

Not long after the ambush happened, Jim Gordon arrived, accompanied by not only the criminal police, but also the special police who had not yet left.

The streets covered with gravel and clods seem to have experienced a war. The ground is potholed, and many buildings on both sides have collapsed, which are the traces left by the explosion.

The trucks and Mercedes-Benz cars blocked at both ends of the road were turned into scrap iron, and some places were still burning. As for the corpses lying motionless on the ground...

After examining the corpse, everyone was silent for a few seconds, and then began to block the scene, search for the wounded, and minimize the impact of the incident by confiscating residents' mobile phones, cameras and other video tools.

After talking on the phone with Chief Luo, Jim squatted on the side of the road smoking a cigarette, and after a while, the ground was full of cigarette butts.

From the sound of the call, it can be inferred that the director is in a bad mood, and there is a hint of fear. Jim knows the reason for his fear. Batman used to be cruel, but never killed people. Tonight is different. He killed people.

When it comes to murder, once you have the first time, you can't control the second time. Jim has a deep understanding of this. It took him a long time to get rid of the idea of ​​ending crime by killing.

Once Batman flouts the law and starts lynching criminals, those in high places are naturally terrified.

There is nothing more frightening than death!

Ramirez and Hank walked over quickly,

"Captain, those reporters are clamoring to see you, asking you to explain the accident."

"Shit!"

Jim became angry inexplicably, "I have a fart explanation. If you want to explain it, go to Rob and let that fat man explain it to them."

"Captain, keep your voice down."

Jim shook his arm vigorously, and he looked extremely manic. Ramirez and Hank looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

The incident was too big, and there were dozens of casualties alone. There were also shops destroyed by rockets, and citizens injured by accidents. These are basic problems, and the troubles will come later.

The black Lamborghini was personally inspected by the Sheriff of Gotham City. No problem was found, and then he issued an order to release it. However, such a vicious incident of violence occurred. If it is pursued, Jim Gordon cannot escape responsibility.

After smoking three cigarettes in a row, Jim barely calmed down,

"How about casualties?"

Hank hurriedly said, "The seven injured citizens are all bruises and have been treated. As for the militants..." After a pause, he looked up at the two of them, "28 militants, all died...including Vivian Keto Zavi."

Victor Zavi!

Jim's face changed suddenly, "Which Victor Zavi?"

"It has been compared. It is Victor Zavi of the Falcone family. This is a photo."

Jim took the photo, looked at it carefully, and after confirming that it was the deity, his mood suddenly became complicated.

Victor Zavi is one of Falcone's three major killers. He is cunning and ruthless. He likes to bombard opponents with explosive weapons. It is said that he was caught by Batman some time ago and sent to the East District Police Station along with the evidence. As a result, it didn't take long before he was rescued by Falcone through various means.

Hanke continued, "Through the analysis, it can be preliminarily inferred that Victor Zavi is the planner of the ambush. He first sent people to block the north-south intersection with large trucks and Mercedes-Benz cars, and then used submachine guns and rocket launchers to bombard the black Lamborghini in turn. .”

"According to eyewitnesses, the black Lamborghini has bulletproof armor on the outside, which can perfectly defend against submachine gun attacks, and even rockets will not affect it."

Ramirez couldn't believe it,

"The rockets are useless! How is it possible!"

"It's not useless, it's ineffective. The black Lamborghini seems to have the ability to intercept rockets. It can blast the opponent before the rocket hits itself by firing a blue beam.

The mob fired a total of seven rockets, six of which were dealt with in this way. "

Ramirez: "?"

How come there is an illusion of watching a sci-fi blockbuster, missile interception system, is this a function that a car should have?

"The shocking thing is yet to come."

Hank shrugged and said in a low voice, "Many witnesses have confirmed that the black Lamborghini has an extremely powerful electric weapon that can launch giant lightning to strike all targets within a radius of tens of meters. Victor Zavi, including his twenty-seven His men, as well as the Mercedes and the truck were destroyed by two lightning strikes."

"Two shots!"

Ramirez's eyes widened, his whole body was blindfolded, "Are you kidding me!"

"I don't believe it either, but that's the truth. Someone took a video, and I'll show it to you later."

After finishing speaking, Hank let out a long sigh, and turned his gaze to Jim,

"Captain, we all want to thank you, you saved our lives."

Jim opened his mouth and was speechless, the whole person was in shock, a thought suddenly popped up in his confused thoughts, if he hadn't let go at that time, but obeyed the director's order to launch an attack...

Thinking of this, my back felt inexplicably cold.

That way, instead of thugs lying on the ground, it's cops and SWAT.

Bulletproof armor, missile interception, super lightning...

That's not a car! It's a fully armed monster.

I don't know what kind of pervert will install these things on the car, you think you are 007!

"Captain, what should we do next?"

Jim glanced at the corpses covered by white cloth on the side of the road, and said in a desolate tone,

"Let's see!"

...

The news of Victor's death quickly spread to the largest villa in the East District.

This is the former residence of the Falcone family, the most powerful place in Gotham City.

As the boss of the underworld, the news of Victor's death did not make Falcone as furious as expected. He stood in front of the window, smoking a cigar, looking very calm, but the housekeeper who had been serving him all the time still smelled something different. Unusual taste.

A month ago, the hooded bat freak broke into the master's private bedroom and beat him up, then stripped him to a pair of underwear and tied him up.

Since then, the master hated Batman deeply and mobilized all his powers to put him to death, but Batman was too mysterious and no one found his whereabouts.

The matter was delayed again and again, and gradually, some bad words began to spread in private. Many gang members thought that the master was frightened by Batman and became an old waste who only knew to hide at home all day.

For this reason, the master took action himself and killed a few disobedient guys to establish his dignity.

It works well, but only temporarily, and the root of the problem is Batman, and Falcone will never be able to hold his head up until he dies.