The Richest Man in the DC World

Since his last date in the park, Luke has given up hope for 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.

"In a battle on the battlefield, there are few people on one side, and many people on the other side, and the combat power is not equal. It is indeed a big problem. What do you think should be done?"

The girl glanced at Luke and said in a mosquito-like voice, "I thought about it carefully, with the strength of the seven of us, we are fully capable of rushing into Falcone's house and controlling him, as long as we catch him, Everyone else is fine."

Whoa, whoa, whoa! !

Luke coughed violently, and the whole person was confused.

Emily said nervously, "Do you think it's wrong?"

"No no!"

Luke took a sip of water to moisten his throat, "You have a good idea, right to the point."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, and for some reason, she felt that her IQ was not enough recently.

Luke continued, "What should I do after I catch Falcone, he still has a group of dangerous elements under him, what should I do?"

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

Luke laughed, "With the current situation in Gotham City, how can the police have the ability to deal with thugs."

Emily frowned, lost in thought.

The door of the house opened, and the waiter came in, holding the famous dish of the town shop - lychee meat.

This dish is Luke's favorite, and he ate it immediately. While eating, he observed the girl's reaction. When he saw her frown, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"Chopping down trees is not an easy task, especially for old trees with lush foliage and active coverage. Only the main trunk is cut off. The fallen branches and leaves are likely to kill a group of people. In order to avoid accidents, logging Workers usually clear the branches, leaving the bare trunk, and then use a saw to cut off bit by bit, this is the safest method.”

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 people."

"There are so many police officers in Gotham City, how can there be not enough people?"

Emily was completely confused. I didn't say 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, or even a good thing, because it cuts the good from the bad completely."

"It's like the police system, one-third of the police take bribes, but there's no denying that there are two-thirds who don't take bribes, and in the old days, one-third and two-thirds were mixed together, it's like a paint full of dye The big dye vat of the old man can't tell the difference between blue, green, blue and purple, but it's different now."

"The appearance of the flyers broke the 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 vat. As soon as they ran, the dye in the dye vat disappeared, leaving only the transparent a color."

"Countless history has proven that a pure army has terrifying power, and the Gotham Police is such an army now, and it only lacks leaders."

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

"It is not possible, but certain. The profession of police is related to many things: survival, honor, value, belief, etc. This incident smashes 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 have to prove the value of the police presence."

"Understood."

Emily took a deep breath. "I'll find Jim Gordon in a minute."

Luke nodded secretly, thinking of this step, indicating that the girl's IQ has not reached the point of hopelessness.

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 sale of black Lamborghinis.

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

"No, I'll go see him now."

The girl left as soon as she said it, and before she finished speaking, the person left, which made Luke look helpless.

...

In a separate building on the outskirts of Gotham City, the unshaven Jim Gordon stood in front of the washing machine washing clothes. His wife Sarah was more than nine months pregnant and had limited mobility. As a husband, he could only carry the housework alone.

In order not to worry his wife, Jim didn't say anything about his dismissal. He only hid in the toilet in the dead of night to savor the horror of middle-aged unemployment.

The child is about to be born, but he doesn't even have a regular 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, just over seventeen, stood beside her father, watching him motionless.

Jim snuffed out the cigarette butts and forced a smile.

"What's wrong? Don't listen to nonsense."

"Lie!" Barbara snorted, "I know it all, because of the black Lamborghini, you were fired from the police force, and you have been secretly working odd jobs these days."

"Be quiet!"

Jim made a mute gesture, "Don't let Sarah hear."

Barbara moved a chair to sit beside him, and said solemnly, "Dad, are you thinking about reinstatement?"

Jim Gordon was silent.

Barbara advised, "I think it's better to change careers, look at Gotham police, corruption, corruption, collecting black money, how bad it is, don't be a police officer, if you can't let it go, you can be a private detective, take your father There is definitely no problem with the ability.”

Jim frowned and said, "The police are not necessarily bad people, there are good people too."

"Good guy?"

Barbara snorted, took out a flyer and slapped it on his hand, "There are many of my father's former colleagues, you and the good police must know about their corruption and collection of black money, but they turn a blind eye. Under the Constitution, it is a crime for police officers to fail to report."

"Good cops don't commit crimes!"

Jim was left speechless and could only sigh.

My daughter is right. Most police officers know about the corruption within 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'll open the door."

Barbara hopped away, but was pushed back on the chair by Jim, "Stay here, don't go there."

Now is a sensitive time, and police officers must be careful everywhere.

Jim Gordon got his weapon ready and opened the door.

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

"You are……"

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