The Richest Man in the DC World

When Jim Gordon came back, it was ten o'clock in the evening, and he slipped quietly into the living room, opened the window, and smoked one cigarette after another, looking preoccupied.

"Dad, you are finally back."

The sudden sound startled Jim, glared at his daughter angrily, and cursed in a low voice, "It's too late to go to bed."

"What did you do with that woman?"

"Lord's business, don't worry about it, hurry up and go to bed."

"Don't think I don't know what you're talking about, that girl is an FBI agent, you have to deal with Fakneko and turn the bad situation around in Gotham."

Jim said with an ugly face, "You follow me!"

Barbara didn't look too far. "My younger brother will be born in a month. I don't want you to develop an extramarital affair at this time."

"..."

Jim's face turned green and he really wanted to spank her.

Barbara hurriedly poured a glass of juice and put it in his hand, with a smile on her face. Jim couldn't help his daughter, so he said with a straight face,

"Don't get involved in my work in the future, you know?"

Barbara nodded again and again, rolled her eyes, and asked tentatively,

"Did you agree?"

Jim took a breath and said solemnly, "Her position is too low, and her superhuman status is very sensitive."

"I don't think any of that is a problem."

Jim laughed. "What do you know?"

Barbara said solemnly, "Dad, although you never want to admit it, the truth is the truth. My IQ is as high as 154, and yours is only 121. When facing difficulties, I think more comprehensively than you."

"Now, please answer me a question seriously, do you really want to be reinstated."

Jim frowned and remained silent.

In many cases, not speaking is the default.

"I knew it."

Barbara shrugged, "If you want to be reinstated, then promise her!"

Jim reluctantly said, "The FBI is not a few years older than you, and at first glance, she looks like a rookie. If there is a higher-level authorization document, I may consider it. Unfortunately, in addition to the intelligence map of the drug trading network, she only has a piece of detective. The certificate is still the lowest level.”

"You're wrong. It's because of her low level that you have to agree. You think, if the senior director of the FBI comes, once the action starts, how will the rights be divided? Do you listen to him? Or does he listen to you?"

Jim was startled, thoughtful.

Barbara continued, "The senior director of the FBI will not follow the orders of the local sheriff, but the low-level rookie is not the same. In principle, you are a peer relationship of fair cooperation. At that time, due to her age and seniority, she had to obey your arrangement."

"This ensures that the entire operation is within the controllable range, and there will be no unexpected factors. More importantly, they are superhumans, more than one."

Barbara said more and more vigorously, "The identity of superhumans is very sensitive, but this is a matter of high-level consideration, and it has nothing to do with the police. All we need is their intelligence and incredible superpowers. With these people assisting, Actions will be more effective and swifter, and police casualties will be greatly reduced. As for their goals, what does it have to do with us? As long as the goals are unified, we can cooperate.”

The words came to Jim's heart, and his mind began to liven up.

I have to admit that my daughter's words are very reasonable, no matter what the other party's purpose is, as long as they can kill the Falcone family, it is not a problem.

After taking a few puffs of cigarettes in a row, Jim snuffed out the cigarette butts and turned around and said,

"Barbara, it's time for you to sleep."

Oh!

The girl nodded obediently and returned to the bedroom lightly.

A few minutes later, the sound of the door opening came from downstairs. Barbara sighed helplessly, got up and turned on the computer. Using superb hacking skills, she quickly found Emily Song's personal information from the FBI database.

After reading the information, I found no problem, so I was relieved, fell on the bed, and fell asleep.

...

The riots only lasted for a day, and Gotham City became unfamiliar.

Walking on the familiar street, looking around, it is full of desolate scenery. Shops have been smashed, shops have been looted, and glass shards have been smashed to the ground. It has passed six o'clock, and there are still no pedestrians on the street, even the hawkers who make sandwiches. Disappeared.

The door of the bank was tightly closed, and the sound of a vicious dog barking could be faintly heard from inside.

Jim sighed slightly and quickened his pace.

When they arrived at the police station, Ramiris, Hank and others had already arrived.

Everyone did not speak, standing in front of the police station burned by flames, as if they were holding some kind of religious ceremony.

As time passed, the number of people around began to increase, and every few moments, a group of plainclothes police appeared, and the number gradually increased, but the atmosphere remained silent, only the sound of the flames burning echoed around.

Before you know it, the number of people has exceeded three hundred, and the streets have become crowded.

Jim took off his police cap and said solemnly,

"You all know the purpose of calling everyone here, so I won't explain more. All I want to say is that the police in Gotham City are not all bad. There are always more good cops than bad cops!"

With just one sentence, some people cry, and God knows what they have experienced on this day.

Ramiris stood up and said loudly,

"Captain, what should we do."

"At all costs, kill the Falcone family to tell the public that Gotham police are not assholes!"

...

For Gotham City, today is destined to go down in the history books, and with the cooperation of future police chief Jim Gordon and future FBI director Emily Song, the crackdown has officially begun.

The crowd was divided into seven groups, each of which was escorted by superhuman beings from the FBI, and carried out key strikes on strongholds such as central banks, dock arms warehouses, drug processing factories, black market workshops, nightclub outlets, and underground banks.

The action was quick and decisive, and there was no news at all beforehand.

The gang members who were squatting in the stronghold were too late to react, and the plainclothes police officers held their guns to their heads.

When confronted with fierce resistance, superhumans stood up. There are seven superhumans with different abilities, but for ordinary people, they are all deadly things.

With the help of superhuman beings, the three vital parts of the central bank, the dock arms warehouse, and the underground bank quickly fell into the hands of the police.

The arsenal is full of modern weapons, even heavy equipment like bazookas and mortars.

In front of these guns, the 9mm pistol looks so short.

The eyes of everyone began to show hot emotions, as if seeing the glamorous **** beckoning to him, Jim Gordon had no choice but to close his eyes, so the vigorous equipment upgrade activity began.

The police threw away their batons and pistols, picked up grenades, put on helmets, put on military bulletproof armor, and put on modern military weapons such as M16 and TavorTAR-21, and some people resisted bazooka.

Even superhumans are no exception.

After the equipment upgrade, the confidence of the police increased sharply, and the clearing operation was directly upgraded to a military operation.