The Richest Man in the DC World

　　　　 When Jim Gordon came back, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. He sneaked into the living room, opened the window, and smoked cigarettes one by one, looking very worried.

　　 "Dad, you finally came back."

　　 The sudden sound of the sound frightened Jim. He glared at his daughter angrily and cursed, "I don't want to go to bed at this late hour."

　　 "What did you do with that woman?"

　　 "Sir, don't care about it and go to bed."

　　 "Don't think I don't know what you are talking about. That girl is an FBI agent. You have to deal with Faq Internal Medicine and reverse the bad situation in Gotham."

　　 Jim looked ugly and said, "You follow me!"

　　Barbara turned her head away, "My brother is about to be born in one month. I can't think of you having an affair at this time."

　　 "……"

　　 Jim's face is green, really want to give her a bite.

　　Barbara quickly poured a glass of juice and put it next to him, with a pleasing smile on his face. Jim had no choice but to hold his daughter with a straight face.

　　 "Don’t participate in my work in the future, you know?"

　　Barbara nodded repeatedly, rolled her eyes, and asked tentatively.

　　 "Have you agreed."

　　 Jim took a mouthful of cigarettes and said in a deep voice, "Her position is too low, and she has a superhuman identity, so sensitive."

　　 "I don't think these are problems."

　　 Jim smiled, "What do you know?"

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

　　 "Now, please answer my question seriously, do you really want to get back to work?"

　　 Jim frowned and was silent.

　　 Many times, not speaking is the default.

"I knew it."

　　Barbara shrugged, "Since you want to reinstate, then promise her!"

Jim helplessly said, "That FBI is a few years older than you. At first glance, it is a rookie who has not been involved in the world. If there is a higher-level authorization document, I might consider it. Unfortunately, apart from the intelligence map of the drug trading network, she only has one agent. It’s still the lowest level."

　　 "You were wrong. It is because of her low level that you have to agree. You think, if it is a senior FBI director, once the action starts, how to divide the rights, you listen to him? Or he listens to you?"

　　 Jim was startled, thoughtful.

Barbara continued, “FBI’s senior directors will not follow the orders of the local sheriff, but low-level rookies are not the same. In principle, you are a fair and cooperative reciprocal relationship, regardless of level, but in the key At that time, due to age and seniority, she had to obey your arrangements."

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

Barbara became more and more energetic, "The identity of superhuman beings is very sensitive, but this is a matter of high-level consideration, and has nothing to do with the police. What we need is the intelligence and incredible superpowers in their hands, with these people assisting. Actions will be more effective and quicker, 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."

　　 When it came to Jim's heart, his mind began to liven up.

　　 I have to admit that the 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 smoking a few consecutive puffs, Jim pinched out the cigarette **** and turned around.

　　 "Barbara, you should go to bed."

Oh!

　　 The girl nodded obediently, and returned to the bedroom gently.

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

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

　　……

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

Walking on a familiar street, looking around, it is full of depressed scenery. The shop was smashed, the shop was robbed, and the glass **** broke into one place. It has been six o'clock, and there are still no pedestrians on the street, even the sandwich vendors. Disappeared.

　　 The gate of the bank was closed tightly, and a vicious dog barking was 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 destroyed by flames, as if performing some kind of religious ceremony.

　　 As time passed, the number of people around began to increase. After a while, a group of plainclothes police appeared. The number gradually increased, but the atmosphere remained silent. Only the crackling sound of the flames reverberated around.

　　Unconsciously, the number of people has exceeded 300, and the streets have become crowded.

　　 Jim took off his police cap and said in a deep voice.

　　 "You all know the purpose of calling everyone here, so I won't explain it much. I have only one sentence: Not all policemen in Gotham City are bad guys. There are always more good policemen than bad ones!"

　　 Just a word, some people cry, God knows what they experienced this day.

　　 Ramires stood up and said loudly,

　　 "Captain, what should we do."

　　 "At all costs~www.ltnovel.com~ Kill the Falcone family to tell the citizens that the Gotham police are not worms!"

　　……

　　 For Gotham City, today is destined to be recorded in the annals of history. With the cooperation of the future police chief Jim Gordon and the future FBI director Emily Song, the cleanup operation officially began.

　　 The people were divided into seven groups, each of which was escorted by the FBI's superhuman beings, and focused on attacking the central bank, terminal arms warehouses, drug processing plants, black market workshops, nightclub outlets, and underground banks.

　　 acted swiftly and decisively, and there was no telling about it beforehand.

　　 The gang members who were squatting on the stronghold had no time to react, and the plainclothes criminal police put a gun to their heads.

　　 When confronted with fierce resistance, the superhumans stood up. The seven superhumans have different abilities, but to ordinary people, they are all terrible things.

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

　　 The munitions warehouse is full of modern weapons, even heavy equipment such as rocket launchers and mortars.

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

　　 Hot emotions began to appear in everyone's eyes, as if seeing the beauty beckoning to themselves, 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, replaced them with modern military weapons such as M16 and TavorTAR-21, and some people mounted bazookas.

　　 Even super humans are no exception.

　　 The confidence of the police after the upgrade of their equipment increased sharply, and they directly upgraded the suppression operations to military operations.