Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Gordon and Barbara had a fight when they got home, and Barbara waited for him until late.She was sitting alone in a dark room, and on the table was a cold dinner, which was carefully prepared by Barbara to celebrate that they were about to buy their first small home. Unfortunately, during this dinner, But the most important protagonist is missing,
Barbara knew that Gordon was busy, but she knew even more that Gordon was so busy not because he was incapable of doing his job, but because there was no need for police where he was working.

Barbara, who accompanied Gordon all the way, knew very well that with Gordon's ability, it would not be so hard to go to any city other than Gotham. More importantly, Barbara also knew that even if Gordon It's so hard, it doesn't make any sense, he can't save this place.

When Gordon came back, Barbara was sitting on the sofa, stroking a photo they took after the internship, and it was very young, even children, of Gordon and her.

They were not yet 20 years old at the time, they had just been in a relationship for less than two months, got drunk at a party, and then talked about their ambitions together.

Barbara's family situation is very bad, she wants to earn money to improve the lives of her parents and brothers, Gordon was born in a small wealthy middle-class family, because the police once rescued his family, so he dreamed since he was a child To be a police officer of justice.

Despite their different aspirations, they still fell in love, and even a long-distance relationship that lasted several years did not make their relationship weak.

But on this night, it seemed that the emotions that had accumulated for a long time burst out all at once. Barbara was sitting on the sofa crying silently, and Gordon stood at the door without saying a word.

It wasn't that he didn't want to comfort Barbara, or that he could see his beloved fiancée crying alone and indifferent.

But he knew, he knew what Barbara was going to say, and he knew that he couldn't answer Barbara's question - why did he have to stay in Gotham?

Gordon is not a native of Gotham. He was born in Chicago. He was not born in the poor, but a middle-class child. He grew up quite wealthy. He is not a super genius. Most of the achievements he can achieve come from. his efforts.

From his teachers to his classmates, to his fiancee who gets along with him day and night, they don't understand this problem. Why on earth did Gordon give up his great future in the Chicago Police Department to come to this ghost place of Gotham, and stay there for a few years.

Gordon didn't achieve anything with the Gotham Police Department.

His promotion speed is very slow. It has been a few years, and now he is only the leader of a team. He has never solved any major cases. Even if some cases have his contributions, the final credit will not fall on him. , let alone getting justice and changing Gotham.

But Gordon is like being fascinated by ghosts, so he must stay here. All his former teachers and classmates always look regretful when they mention him. In their opinion, even if Gordon knows a little bit of flexibility, his achievements will be much higher than now.

Gordon walked over and put his arms around Barbara, who kept crying, but didn't ask anything, because she knew that the question she wanted to ask the most, Gordon never gave an answer.

When faced with the multiple-choice question of his badge and his lover, Gordon was never silent.

There is no shortage of crying at night in Gotham, but Barbara's cry must be special. There are very few people here who cry for their lovers. The heat in their chests is not enough to warm themselves. Something as ethereal as love burst into tears.

It was because he had seen too many Gotham nights crying, Barbara's sadness and tears made Gordon more uncomfortable, and he felt that he had become a worse murderer than those criminals.

He thought, when he decides to live in this abyss, he shouldn't expect people on the ground to look at him more, even if there are such people, her end will just shed tears to him, just like Gotham falling in the middle of the night The cold rain on him, but the tears flowed in vain after all. Thousands of lover's tears are like thousands of drizzle, and they can't change this stubborn rock.

The next day, Harvey came to visit Schiller again, which surprised Schiller, because the lawyer has always been very concerned about etiquette and rarely comes to the door without an appointment.

"Gordon came to me yesterday and wanted me to find a job as a legal counsel for his fiancée, preferably in the Metropolis or some other southern city," Harvey said.

"I think his mental state is a little bit wrong, so I came to you. I think he and his fiancee are not just quarreling. They have already bought a house, and they are even planning to have a few children. But Now Gordon looks like he wants to break up with Barbara, which is not right..."

Schiller trusted Harvey's instincts, but when he called Gordon, his number was unanswered. When he called Gordon's police station, his colleagues told Schiller that the man of several years For example, a hard-working police detective who worked overtime all day did not come to work this afternoon.

Schiller had a bad premonition, and he hurriedly contacted Gordon's partner, Batman.

Gordon had been thinking all night last night, and finally, the next morning, he broke up with Barbara.

In order for Barbara to leave Gotham as soon as possible, he asked Harvey, a barrister, to find a new job for Barbara, preferably as far away from Gotham as possible.

Gordon is just an ordinary person. The emotional impact of breaking up with his girlfriend who has been in love for many years almost made him collapse.
At the police station, he had no intention of working all morning, and he was in a daze. By noon, everyone went to eat. The empty office made Gordon unable to stay any longer.

He walked out of the police station in a trance, just wanting to find a place with a little more time to stay, so that he would not be immersed in that desperate sadness.

But things backfired, just as he expected, his troubles were far from over.

Not long after he walked out, he found someone following him. Gordon became a little more sober. He wanted to go back to the police station quickly, where there were guards with heavy weapons and he would not be easily invaded.

But his stalkers were cunning, and when Gordon saw a few faces staring at him maliciously in the road ahead, he knew nothing good would come of continuing.

He only carried one gun on his body. Although the magazine was full, the pistol's lethality was very limited. He could only rely on his familiarity with the terrain, turn right into the alley with the pistol, and then hide at a corner in the blind zone of vision.

This kind of behavior didn't have any effect. The people who followed him obviously knew the terrain here very well. When they saw Gordon turning right, they followed him immediately.

The footsteps outside the alley were getting closer and closer, and the sky was getting darker. Gordon silently counted the time in his heart. When the footsteps appeared at the entrance of the alley, the moment when the sky turned from dark to dark, people's vision was the worst. Gordon fired a shot at the entrance of the alley.

Seeing that his bullet missed the person, Gordon immediately gave up the first plan. He knew that the opponent must be a well-trained killer who would not be affected by his vision.

He immediately put away his gun and ran back. Two gunshots came from behind. What surprised Gordon was that the gunshots had a dull sound from a silencer. Gordon immediately understood that this group of people were not from Gotham. people.

Killers in Gotham don't put silencers on their guns, that doesn't make any sense, no one in Gotham reacts extra to gunshots, it's like putting earplugs on a deaf person.

Thinking of this, Gordon drew up a new plan in his mind.

The people behind were chasing more and more closely, obviously stronger than Gordon in physical strength and explosive power. Gordon ran to the end of the alley, and then quickly climbed up an outer wall.

When he climbed to the top of the wall, just as his pursuer arrived, it was the moment when Gordon stopped moving. With a "bang", Gordon was shot, and he fell down the wall and fell to the ground. Inside the yard.

The shot hit him in the arm without causing fatal injuries. Gordon held his arm and continued to run forward. He shouted as he ran: "The Black Tower gang has done it! They have shot! They have shot! "

This yard was the backyard of a nightclub. Upon hearing this, someone rushed out immediately, and the man who followed Gordon was surrounded by gangsters.

At this time, he had just climbed to the top of the fence, and at the moment when he was unable to move, he was hit by three or four bullets on the spot.

Gotham's code of conduct is, whether you can see it or not, no matter who the opponent is, give him a shot first, and the opponent will lie down before speaking.

But Gordon's crisis did not end, it was obvious that a group of people were chasing him, the first person he threw off was just an appetizer, and soon, when he ran across the alley to the road, he saw a car The car rushed towards him.

It seems that they also have several plans, or they originally wanted to drive Gordon to the road through that person, and then hit him to death with a car.

Gordon rolled straight to the right. The car did not hit him, but there was a black hole sticking out of the car.

Gordon was just getting back on his feet when he was shot again, this time in the back, and Gordon let out a scream.

However, because the shot was fired while driving at high speed, the shot missed the point. It was a grazing bullet. Gordon was overwhelmed by severe pain, but his desire to survive still kept him running.

The more the pain, the more lucid Gordon's mind became. He knew how to run like this, but he would have to be caught up in a few minutes. The gunshot also bled.

Gordon followed the route in his memory and ran to the back door of an apartment. The back door here was broken and could not be closed tightly all the year round. He tugged on the door lock with one arm. Every movement caused unbearable pain, and Gordon's breathing began to grow heavier.

Soon, the door was pulled open a crack. Gordon was not tall or strong, just enough to squeeze in through the gap.

After entering, he still did not stop, but climbed up a small section of stairs in three steps and two steps, tore open the window of the nearest corridor, and then desperately climbed up, closed the window again, and hid outside the second floor. on an eaves.

Hearing the sound of hitting the door from below, Gordon gritted his teeth and slid down the eaves, falling straight onto a canopy. Fortunately, when he slid down on his back, the blood did not leave any traces.

After falling on the canopy, Gordon used his last strength to turn over and let the garbage bag underneath cover him. After a while, he heard the footsteps in the building disappear, and the other party did not find him. left.

Gordon was lying in a pile of garbage, and he felt the stench of blood in every breath he breathed, and the bullet had hit his lungs.

His arms were numb from the blood loss, but he could still clearly feel the engagement ring on his middle finger, and his body temperature was gradually merging with the cold metal ring.

He recalled the unbelievable, heartbroken look on Barbara's face when he broke up with Barbara.

Barbara was right, he thought, he was a fool, a hopeless fool, a fool who never learned to work, deserved to die alone.

Gordon felt an irresistible cold hit, followed by a warm current gushing out from the inside of his body. The blood that was knocked on his forehead flowed down his forehead and flowed into his eyes when he fell. , dyed his vision a bright red, and covered with a layer of black mist.

Soon, it rained again in Gotham. Today's rain is nothing special, just like every night rain in Gotham, fine and cold.

Gordon's consciousness gradually became hazy, like a trapped beast lying in the abyss, the lover's tears falling from the sky could not save his fading life, but it reminded him of the rain of lover's tears, but it made a kind of more. Firm emotions poured out of him, he thought.

If he was born a fool who can't learn to work around, he would rather spend all his life in this quagmire, with a heart like a hard rock.

Then let him die here alone, let the rotten wind blow through his dead bones, until it takes away the traces of his life, and then in the face of this endless darkness, the last trace of soul still stubbornly resists and refuses to kneel.

Gordon thought—

Then let him be here, one against ten thousand, until dawn.

(End of this chapter)