If someone asks what are the most miserable professions in the DC world?
Being a good cop in Gotham City is one answer.
It is very difficult to be a good policeman in Gotham City. Just look at how efficient Arkham Asylum is and you will know how corrupt this city is.
Gangs, drugs, smuggling, and black market transactions are prevalent in every community. In those remote sewers, the bodies of strangers can often be found. The filth and pus have taken root in the city and have become one with the city. No one can separate them.
At this moment, Batman appeared, fighting crime with a powerful attitude and becoming the light of hope for the city.
Although he likes to wear a black leather hood, his whereabouts are mysterious, and his methods are somewhat cruel, it still cannot stop the enthusiasm of the people. Many Gotham residents regard Batman as their savior, believing that only he can save Gotham from the quagmire of crime.
Except for the police! Few policemen like Batman. Work is one thing, but reputation is more important.
The more news about Batman there is, the worse the reputation of the police becomes, and they are gradually being regarded as good-for-nothings by the public, especially on the Internet. Open the ShowMe official website, find any post about Batman and click on it, and you will always find words cursing the Gotham police in the first few lines.
What kind of incompetent scum, gay, good-for-nothing, etc.
After hearing so much bad words, they naturally felt bad, but the sense of justice in their hearts forced them to give a thumbs up, because Batman did what they wanted to do but did not dare to do, like catching Adusan.
"Captain, are you really going to do it?"
Jim Gordon gripped his phone tightly, appearing to be struggling.
Ramirez broke free from his companion's hand and stepped forward.
"Can we meet him?"
Jim was stunned. "What do you mean?"
Ramirez said meaningfully, "The chief's order is for us to seize control of the car and the wanted criminal inside. He provided the location, but not the wanted criminal's personal information. In other words, the person driving the Lamborghini may or may not be a wanted criminal. The key lies in how we operate."
Jim suddenly realized, and the other police officers also realized that they were so focused on Batman that they had forgotten such an important thing.
The director only said to arrest an internationally wanted criminal, but did not say the name!
With so many wanted criminals on the international wanted list, how do they know which one it is? What if they arrest the wrong person? Who will be held responsible?
After realizing this, Jim instantly became alert and thought about what language he could use to get around the issue.
Hank frowned and said, "But it's Adusan in the car! If the chief knew we let Adusan go, he would definitely not let us go."
Ramirez coughed.
"I told you it was Adusan in the car!"
Hank was stunned for a moment, then immediately gave a thumbs up, showing his admiration.
Ramirez continued, "Police have to follow the rules when handling cases. They can't just take one side of the story. He said it was Adusan in the car, so we should believe him? We have to meet and talk."
"Captain, we should send someone forward to negotiate and find out what's going on inside the car. If it's really Adusan..."
There is no need to continue talking at this point. Although they are very unhappy with Batman, if they have to choose between letting Batman go and rescuing the drug lord, they will definitely choose the former.
Jim took a few puffs of his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground and stomped on it.
"Let me do it!"
"No, you can't go!"
Ramirez also shook his head.
"You're the commander, let me go."
Jim shook his head. "You can't take that responsibility. I have to do it."
"I still think it's inappropriate. What if the person in the car isn't Batman..."
Jim took off his gun holster and put his cell phone on the hood of the car.
"Whether you're Batman or not, you have to go. Being a police officer is not without risks." Then he turned on the loudspeaker and shouted,
"I am Gotham City Police Chief Jim Gordon. I am not carrying any weapons or communication tools. Sir, I want to talk to you. Please don't shoot."
Jim Gordon raised his hands high and strolled towards the Lamborghini.
Looking at the approaching figure, Emily instinctively grabbed her pistol. She didn't trust the police, especially those in Gotham City.
Luke waved his hand, signaling her not to worry, his eyes fixed on the figure in front of him, his expression becoming even more strange.
Jim Gordon!
Batman's old partner and the future police chief. I remember that he seemed to have a daughter with a very high IQ, but I don't know if she is in high school yet.
Since this is Jim Gordon, there are some things to talk about.
Luke rolled down the car window, revealing half of his hand, and threw out the handcuffs he had prepared for Adusan.
"Take this with you, and don't have any ideas, or you won't blame me for being rude."
Jim Gordon didn't hesitate. He picked up the handcuffs on the ground and put them on his wrists. Unexpectedly, as soon as the chain buckle was closed, countless electric currents emerged from the surface, climbing up along his arm, making his entire arm numb.
Jim was horrified and struggled instinctively.
Luke said, "The electric current will only temporarily paralyze your hands. It won't kill you. You can come over now."
Jim Gordon took a deep breath, thinking that the other party was cautious and actually thought of this method. His hands were shocked by the electric current and were so numb that he couldn't even lift them, let alone move them.
With mixed emotions, Jim walked to the car window and wanted to observe the situation inside through the window. After taking a few glances, he lowered his head helplessly. The other party was too cautious and actually used one-way glass.
"Sir, could you please roll down the window?"
"No, for your own safety, it's better not to meet."
Jim frowned slightly, "Sir, I don't understand what you are saying."
Emily was also confused. From what she said, it seemed like they had met before.
Luke didn't explain much and said straight to the point,
"Captain Gordon, don't beat around the bush. What is your purpose in coming to see me? If it's for Adusan, I can open the trunk and let you take a look. If it's for me, I advise you not to have unrealistic ideas."
Jim's heart moved, "Can I...see it?"
"certainly!"
Luke pressed the button and the trunk opened automatically. Jim didn't hesitate and walked over to carefully observe the people inside.
Jim recognized the pale, bloodless face at the first sight, even though it was covered with grease, dirt and dust.
Adusan Iba Korondo Saud Raman!
An Arab-American, the current boss of the Razor Gang and one of Gotham City's biggest drug lords.
I didn't expect that you would have this day!
An indescribable sense of pleasure surged in his heart, which he immediately suppressed. Just as he was about to take a few more glances, the carriage door closed.
"Captain Gordon, anything else?"
Jim remained silent, as if he was thinking about the pros and cons. After more than ten seconds, he suddenly opened his voice and started yelling.
"Sir, I must seriously warn you not to stuff so many cucumbers in the trunk of your car. They'll get smelly. Also, it's 2:30 in the morning. Go home early and don't linger on the roadside."
After saying this, he turned and left.
Emily was confused. "What's going on? Cucumbers? Are there cucumbers in the trunk?"
Luke gripped the steering wheel tightly and muttered to himself when he saw the police car separated on the road.
"Interesting guy!"