The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 230 The Beginning of Chaos ([-])

A long, long time ago, an old man once made such a metaphor. He said that Gotham is like a kite swaying in a storm. confusion.

Just a breeze.

The gust of wind may come later or earlier, but it doesn't matter.

Because this is the inevitable end.

And when I woke up from the dream the next morning.

This breeze has arrived quietly.

At 08:30, Gotham City's No. 79 Street was congested with traffic. This is a main road in Gotham City. It is directly opposite the Wayne Building. Most of the enterprises in the urban area are on the branches of this road section.

Therefore, almost every morning, the intensive car honking and the abuse of road ragers will be an inevitable program here.

On today's program list, another item was added.

At some point, a huge oil tank truck drove onto the main road from a side road, then suddenly lost control before the third traffic light, and lay across the center of the intersection.

Immediately, the traffic on 79th Street was so easily paralyzed.

Of course, Gotham is a metropolis after all, and the traffic department quickly mobilized the police force to divert the vehicles that hadn't been involved in the congestion to other sections of the road.

Therefore, the chaotic traffic spread like a virus.

Among them, naturally, the street where the [Gotham City Police Station] is located.

But traffic is something that no one can do, as long as it is blocked, it will become more and more congested, so the people in the police station did not notice at all that the entire block they are in has gradually been surrounded by vehicles of unknown origin. Surrounded.

10:15.The traffic flow has not been eased in the slightest, and the Gotham Police Station is even more overcrowded.

Due to the traffic jam, there will inevitably be some quarrels. About a dozen pairs of citizens beat up from the street to the police station. The urge to handcuff them.

In addition, there are a bunch of little gangsters who make troubles through chaos, and they make the already chaotic police station look even more smoky.

Not to mention, just when this group of people was in a state of turmoil, two groups of street gang members clashed and even used guns.

This level of conflict is no longer within the control of the nearby small sub-bureau, so in desperation, the police station can only desperately open a small passage in the congested traffic flow, and dispatch a few rare vehicles. cars, and most of the police motorcycles to deal with.

However, at this time, in the other direction of the gang fight, three alarms were suddenly received in succession.One was that a large supermarket was robbed, the other was that continuous gunshots and screams were heard from the roof, and the last one was that several floating corpses were found by the lakeside on the outskirts of the city.

Well, it’s this kind of case that doesn’t make much noise, but has to be taken seriously as soon as it appears. In fact, every month in the past, the Gotham Police Department always received a lot of reports like this, but I don’t know if it’s just bad luck. Anyway, these things all came together today.

But there is no way, the police, you can't say that this place is temporarily busy and ask people to wait for a while when encountering such a thing, fortunately, the police station still has a few helicopters that can be dispatched.Therefore, three police helicopters were dispatched to those crime scenes.

Very well, in such a chaotic morning, Gotham's police station finally cleared up all the shitty cases.

But just when everyone thought it was finally over, no one noticed that there were a few more inconspicuous garbage bags in the garbage cans of the police station and in a few unnoticeable corners.

About 40 minutes later, a sudden phone call kicked off today's carnival.

"Hey, Gotham General Administration" The operator's name is Mike, and the phones in the entire wiring area have been blown up today.So he didn't look at the caller ID at all, and connected the line.

On the phone, there came a voice with a painful tone: "Hi, I am the leader of the 2nd Field Service Team of the Police Headquarters, and the police number is 55480."

The operator froze for a moment. He looked at the caller ID and found that it was not an internal line of the police station, so he subconsciously thought that this should be a prank call.

"This is not a prank call, so please don't hang up." As if knowing what he was thinking, the person on the phone said in a panic: "I and the four members of the second team have been hijacked now." Yes, there is a gun in the back of my head, if you hang up the phone, then we will die, now, what is your personal phone number?"

The operator frowned, looked annoyed, and cut off the line.

"Another harassing call?" An operator next to him asked, twisting his stiff neck.

"Yeah. He said he was a police officer and was hijacked." Mike shook his head helplessly, and waited for the next call to come in.

At this time, the line of the person next to him was connected first.

"Hi, hello, Gotham Police Department," the man said.

Then, he didn't know what he heard, anyway, he turned his head in shock and looked this way.

Immediately, the man seemed to hesitate again. He reported a series of phone numbers
At this moment, Mike suddenly felt something was wrong.

Soon, his colleague's personal phone rang.

He subconsciously opened it and found that he had received a video file.

In the video, inside a house, four people in police uniforms kneel on the ground with their hands tied behind their backs. On the edge of the screen, a phone is held in one hand and stuck to a policeman's ear.

"Hi, I'm the leader of the 2nd Field Service Team of the Police Headquarters, police number 55480."

"This is not a prank call, so please don't hang up. Me and 2 members of Squad 4 have now been hijacked with a gun in the back of my head. If you hang up, then we will Die, now, what is your private phone number?"

In the video, the policeman spoke in a trembling voice.

But suddenly, the man was obviously taken aback: "No no—"

He started yelling crazily.

But the hand at the edge of the screen took the phone back indifferently, and then, a gun stuck into the screen.

"Bang!" A shot.

The policeman fell in a pool of blood.

Then, the phone was dialed again, and then stuck to the ear of another policeman
The video ends here.

Mike raised his head in disbelief. He looked at his colleague looking at him with the same terrified eyes.

During this period, my colleague never hung up the incoming calls, so the person on the phone must have asked for his number.Because he said in a trembling voice: "My number is 17."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the wiring area was pushed open with a bang, and a cleaner rushed in with a pale face, carrying a plastic bag in his hand.

"Who is operator number 17?"

the man asked
(End of this chapter)