Chapter 273: Battle for the Cloak (XV)

At around 8 p.m., the street in front of the Gotham Police Station was crowded with demonstrators and reporters.

People held signs and shouted slogans. The slogans on the sign are mostly aimed at Director Gordon, such as "Gordon steps down", "Gordon must get out", and others include "Dereliction of Duty", "Bat Get Out", "Hang Them", etc. wait……

When Gordon appeared on the street, a large group of reporters surrounded him, thrusting microphones, recorders, lenses, and lights at him, and threw countless pointed questions at Gordon.

"It is said that fifteen more police officers resigned today. Is this true?"

“How long will it take for street policing to return to normal?”

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

"How do you explain to the family members of the dead police officers how the 'Anonymous' slipped away from the police?"

"Mr. Director, have criminal forces infiltrated into the police?"

"Have the police been threatened by gangs?"

"Is it time for you to consider resigning, Director Gordon?"—

There are many people in this world who think they are very smart, think they are such a great person, and think their life and career are so meaningful.

Actually, it's all bullshit.

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

To do this, they are willing to destroy other people's reputations and lives.

In the eyes of others, these people are self-righteous demons and disgusting. But they themselves are complacent all day long, unaware of it, and appear to have a strong sense of social mission.

But in fact. They are not superior to others, that is just an illusion. If these people move from behind the camera to in front of the camera, from reporters to reported, they will immediately realize clearly what they are.

When their small right to stir up trouble is taken away, they are just a group of demagogues under their hypocritical faces. This is a group of people that have existed since the Dark Ages of the Middle Ages and are depicted in the Bible as one of the harbingers of the end of the world.

The moment these people impose their views and positions on others, they have forgotten the true nature of their profession. When a bystander or recorder crosses an invisible boundary, he will go further and further, and eventually become a liar and fabricator who will do anything to gain attention.

Gotham City reporters. Most of them are like this.

As for the citizens of Gotham City, please allow me to quote a passage from Maupassant's "Orla" -

"The common people are like a bunch of imbecile cattle. Sometimes they are so obedient as to be ignorant, and sometimes they are so irritable that they are almost rebellious. When they are ordered to say, 'You celebrate!' they obey; then they are ordered to say, 'Go and fight with your neighbors. Fight! 'They also obeyed. They kowtowed when they were ordered to support the emperor; then they cheered when they were ordered to support the republic.

Those who control the common people are equally stupid, but they are not obeying a master but certain principles. Just because these principles are principles, they must be absurd and false. Because they want to establish some eternal concepts, and in this world, nothing is constant at all - everything we see and hear is an illusion. "

Our Commissioner Gordon is the cowherd.

The superheroes of Shenwang. Too.

They do their best to protect this city and protect the people here from living and working in peace and contentment. But he was still constantly being questioned and attacked by agitators, while risking his life to fight against the criminals. There are also many times where compromises need to be made.

So Feng Bujue laughed at them, and even felt pathetic for them...compared to the villain's "miserability", the hero's "misery". More of it is self-inflicted.

"Last question...Is Batman really dead?" The question was asked by a unique and charismatic voice.

Gordon turned his head following the sound and saw a short man in a green suit on the edge of the crowd. He was leaning against the wall and looking at him leisurely.

"The Riddler..." Gordon pondered.

Unfortunately, as Feng Bujue said, in this "lawful" place, even if you know that there is a super criminal standing in front of you, you cannot just arrest him casually.

"Okay, please step aside and let the car pass. This is an important prisoner." Gordon stared at the Riddler for a few seconds, then squeezed out from the crowd of reporters.

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

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

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

About twenty minutes ago, the two entered the interrogation room of the police station. Their butts were still hot from sitting. Nightwing, who was questioning them, suddenly went out to answer a call. He didn't know what the sage said to him. Anyway, the interrogation ended there. , and then this came out...

By this time, both players had realized... the situation was not good. Their thoughts were the same: knowing that there were superheroes watching nearby, resisting rashly would probably result in being shot dead on the spot. It was better to wait and see if there was a chance to escape later.

"Sage, the two from the police station are about to leave." Nightwing, standing on the roof of the police station, kept his eyes on the movements below and communicated with the Batcave: "I'm worried that they will escape halfway, so I'm going to go with them. How is Tim?"

"Not good... We lost contact about fifteen minutes ago, which is exactly the explosion time limit he mentioned." Sage replied: "Damian is the closest to him and has already rushed over. He drove the Batmobile there. In case Tim is in trouble, there are emergency life support equipment in the car."

The resolute face under Nightwing's mask showed a trace of worry: "I have a bad feeling, Barbara, you'd better call someone over."

Sage replied: "Okay, I'll contact as soon as possible."

"I can't get away here for the time being, please notify me as soon as there is news about Tim?" Nightwing said.

"You should be careful too... Dick." Sage said with concern.

…………

At the same time, in a warehouse in Gotham City

"Uh... where am I..." Tim Drake woke up from a brief coma. When he adjusted to the surrounding light, he found a figure in a purple suit standing in front of him.

"Don't be nervous, Tim. When you were unconscious, we moved you here... a safe place." Feng Bujue replied with his back to Tim. When he said this, he was adjusting a camera. (To be continued...)