The Richest Man in the DC World

When a group of plainclothes police officers with grenades, assault rifles and bazookas appeared at the largest drug processing factory in the western suburbs, Martin Hope was directly confused.

He hurriedly called the boss Falcone and asked him to take care of the group of criminal policemen who received money but did nothing.

As a result, the phone did not get through, and a blood hole exploded on his forehead.

On the roof of the building 400 meters away, an armed SWAT turned on the walkie-talkie:

"Mr Gordon, the suspect, Martin Hope, has been shot dead."

When the boss died, the people below became a mess, some wanted to escape, some took out their weapons and prepared to fight to the death, and some wanted to destroy the evidence. Unfortunately, they underestimated the determination of the police.

As soon as Hope died, the police outside the door immediately rushed into the factory without negotiating. Anyone with a weapon would be baptized by bullets.

This scene also happened in other places. The police abandoned the previous rules and regulations and evolved into cold-blooded soldiers. As long as they encountered resistance, they would deal a fatal blow.

After the news spread, some members of the anti-drug team joined in spontaneously, and they had more comprehensive intelligence. Before, due to various restrictions, anti-drug operations could not be carried out. Now it is different. Gotham has entered a state of anarchy, and they have become unchecked. that group of people.

With the help of the anti-drug police, a mighty anti-drug operation began.

In just one day, 23 drug dens were shut down, 34 people were killed, and 107 people were injured. The seized drugs could fill a hut.

Gotham City's drug network has been devastated like never before.

Drugs are the main source of income for gangsters. Without money, nothing can be done.

After night fell, the crackdown did not stop, but became more and more violent.

Time is precious, and every second should not be missed.

Jim Gordon is well aware that once the people above react, a lot of uncontrollable surprises can be added.

Action must be accelerated.

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Gotham City, the underground base of Wayne Manor.

Huge screens are showing the latest video from the drone, detailing the firefight between gangsters and police.

Seeing that several gang members were blown to pieces by the bazooka, Bruce unplugged the power, walked to the hanger, and began to wear the Bat suit.

"Master, you should rest tonight, the police don't need Batman's help, they are doing well."

Bruce whispered, "It all went so well, I always feel that something is wrong."

Alfred sighed helplessly, "Master Wayne, I think you need a date, such as Miss Quezel from Arkham Asylum, who not only has a master's degree in psychology, but also has a beautiful face and attractive Body, and having a candlelight dinner with her helps a lot on your tense nerves."

"Alfred, I don't want to hear bad jokes."

The old butler sighed, "There are millions of people in Gotham City, and it's not just Bruce Wayne who wants to make it better, such as Jim Gordon."

Hearing the name, Bruce stopped,

"He really is a good cop."

Alfred was noncommittal, poured a cup of strong tea, and teased while drinking, "A good policeman who allows his subordinates to bomb the gangster's lair with mortars?"

Bruceton smiled, put down the bat armor, walked to the computer, and logged into his social account through the remote control program.

There are hundreds of messages in the information column, most of them are about the Gotham riots, some hope that Batman will come forward and find the corrupt people who are hiding, and more people hope that Batman will kill Falcone.

To be honest, Bruce is very moved by this proposal. As long as Falcone is killed, the Gotham gang will become a mess, and it will not be able to make waves.

The question is how to do it.

Falcone disappeared shortly after the riot, and no one knew where he was.

"Alfred, if you were Falcone,

Where will you hide. "

"Leaving is the best option."

Bruce shook his head, "He's not leaving, definitely in Gotham City."

"Gotham City is nearly 2.5 million acres in size and has a maze of underground tunnels, and it's not easy to find a person in such a large area."

Bruce sighed, "Look for it slowly, as long as he doesn't leave, he will always find it."

It's not just Bruce Wayne who is looking for Falcone, everyone in Gotham is looking for him, especially the angry citizens who want to ask this guy who's behind it: why are you making my city what it is This look.

Falcone has become the enemy of the nation.

Once succumbed to his influence, such as Maroney, the Red Hood Gang, etc. have begun to reveal their ambitions, and even thieves like Catwoman have slipped into his villa to steal a box of jewelry as a trophy.

Falcone was like a behemoth about to die, and many people were waiting to get a share of his corpse.

Before you know it, three days have passed.

Gotham City finally ushered in new changes. At nine o'clock in the morning, former Deputy Mayor Sam Wake delivered a speech to media reporters and all citizens in front of the damaged city government building.

Behind him stood a good cop headed by Jim Gordon and a clean judiciary headed by Harvey Dent.

After a painful speech.

The anger in the hearts of the citizens subsided a little, and people finally understood what was going on with the sound of guns that sounded from time to time these two days.

It turned out to be a joint police and FBI operation to crack down on Gotham City's drug network.

Everyone was shocked when a truck full of drugs was pulled in front of the city hall.

The police doused it with gasoline, and the deputy mayor set the fire himself.

As the flames lifted into the air, the huge square was drowned out by cheers.

"Falcone is over."

Luke shook his head, his face full of emotion, a hero's half-life efforts were ruined like this, I believe he must be very uncomfortable at this moment.

Emily asked aside, "Do you know where Falcone is?"

"You want to catch him?"

The girl nodded. After these two days of experience, she has matured a lot, the childishness between her brows has disappeared, and she has gained a sharp look.

"With the exception of Edwin Mitch and Johnny Widdy, the other men are either dead or caught, the branches are trimmed clean, it's time to do something to the main trunk."

"It's still early."

Emily wondered, "Where is it early?"

"You only prune the branches, but not the roots. Falcone is able to achieve today's status, not only by Gotham executives, but also by more powerful guys."

"I don't know."

Luke stretched out his hand and pointed up, "The White House, politicians from both parties, and FBI executives are what Falcone relies on. Don't underestimate a family's decades of operation, which involves the secrets of too many people."

Emily couldn't believe it. "You're exaggerating too much."

"It's not an exaggeration at all."

Luke took a sip of juice and sneered, "If you don't believe it, just think about what the president said."