Chapter 2307 (1/2)

In the warm room, Gordon sat on the sofa, holding a thick newspaper recording another Arkham prison break and the criticism of Gotham police station by garbage anchor Vike Wally.

Gordon knew what kind of virtue that woman was. In order to make money, he not only worked for TV station, but also contributed to Gotham observer.

The headline on today's front page is ”crazy criminals escape again,” and ”evil killer” is helpless.

I don't know where the woman secretly photographed the conversation between Gordon and the director of the Arkham sanatorium. I can see that they are talking side by side under the dim street light in the alley, and they are still passing something. Suddenly, it looks like they are making some private transaction.

In fact, it was showing the search warrant. This photo was taken by the woman deliberately, which was to arouse the association of readers.

But even so, no matter how much I hate that woman, she is still a legal citizen. As a good police officer, Gordon can't and will not take any measures against her.

”I hate this situation. Every time a crazy clown is put in prison, I pray to God that he can be honest in it.” Gordon took a pair of scissors and wanted to cut out the report collection as an analysis file. Biting a cigarette in his mouth, Gordon angrily said, ”but then he ran away. We had to sit by the telephone in the bureau without any trace, and prayed that he would not do anything too terrible.”

Hearing her father's complaint, Barbara came up with two cups of hot cocoa and complained, ”Dad, when can you put your work in the office? Just relax a little and take a rest like a normal person? ”

Gordon nodded with a smile. He picked his chin and motioned to his daughter to put cocoa on the coffee table: ”I'll drink it when I've finished cutting the newspaper.”

”Well, one more thing. I found your newspaper clippings that I couldn't find before. The cat girl book. It fell behind the cabinet. Maybe you should buy a professional filing cabinet.”

Barbara put down her father's drink, while she took another drink, showing a lovely sweet expression.

Smelling the sweet aroma of cocoa, the warm lights of the house shining on his body, and his relatives were around, Gordon felt very happy.

But there is always a feeling in his heart that he seems to have forgotten something important, which makes him nervous.

And at this time, outside the door came a rhythmic knock on the door, very polite, not light or heavy.

”Who knocked at the door so late?” Gordon felt like he was thinking of something, but that feeling was fleeting.

”Maybe it's the opposite Koren. The better we are. We'll practice yoga together tonight.” Barbara put down her glass and hopped to the door with a smile on her face.

But Gordon remembered, he remembered where he had seen this scene. There was a clown outside! Clown with a gun!

Barbara also broke her lumbar spine that night and sat in a wheelchair for a long time!

”No! Don't open the door Gordon wanted to touch the gun, but something strange happened. His gun was not around. His daughter's hand had already turned the door handle. The figure in the flower shirt showed up outside the door with the gun.

The girl also looked at him inexplicably, and didn't even know the danger in front of her.

The clown's fingers slowly exert force on the trigger, and time seems to be slowing down. But Gordon himself seems to have lost the ability to move. He can only watch the smile on his miserable white face gradually expand, and hear the clown say:

”smile.”

Just when he was about to despair, a figure with sharp ears suddenly appeared in the darkness behind the clown. A fist with black gloves directly pierced the madman's chest, grabbed the camera hanging on the clown's chest, and then took it back to the bloody hole.

Two clicks, the clown's attendant was also easily killed, everything happened between the electric light and flint.

The white faced madman fell to the ground in surprise and pain. His head was like a basketball. He also jumped on the rug outside the door, looking a little naughty.

Then the sharp eared figure outside the door picked up the camera and photographed Gordon's surprised face with the sound of flash and shutter.

”Batman, is that you?”

Gordon is overjoyed. He hugs his daughter who returns to his side and looks at her in good condition. He tears.

”It's me, hehe, hehe...”