Shortly after the ambush, Jim Gordon arrived, accompanied not only by criminal police but also by special police who had not yet left.
The streets covered with gravel and dirt looked like they had been through a war. The ground was bumpy and there were many collapsed parts of the buildings on both sides, which were traces left by the explosion.
The trucks and Mercedes-Benz cars blocking both ends of the road were reduced to scrap metal, some still on fire. As for the bodies lying motionless on the ground...
After checking the body, everyone was silent for a few seconds, and then began to cordon off the scene, search for the injured, and minimize the impact of the incident by confiscating residents' mobile phones, cameras and other video tools.
After talking to Chief Luo Bu on the phone, Jim squatted on the side of the road and smoked one cigarette after another. Soon, the ground was full of cigarette butts.
From the voice of the call, it can be inferred that the director is in a very bad mood, with a hint of fear. Jim knows very well the reason for his fear. The previous Batman was cruel, but never killed anyone. Tonight is different, he killed someone.
When it comes to killing someone, once you do it for the first time, you can't control it for the second time. Jim has a deep understanding of this. It took him a long time to get rid of the idea of using killing to end crime.
Once Batman ignores the law and starts lynching criminals, those high and mighty will naturally be terrified.
There is nothing more frightening than death!
Ramirez and Hank came over quickly.
"Captain, those reporters are clamoring to see you and demanding an explanation for this accident."
"Shit!"
Jim was inexplicably furious. "I don't have any explanation. If they want an explanation, go to Rob. Let that fat guy explain it to them."
"Captain, keep your voice down."
Jim swung his arms vigorously, looking extremely manic. Ramirez and Hank looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.
The incident was too serious. There were dozens of casualties, as well as shops destroyed by rockets and citizens injured in accidents. These are basic problems, and the trouble is yet to come.
The black Lamborghini was personally inspected by the Gotham City Sheriff, who found no problems and subsequently gave the order to release it. However, such a nasty violent incident occurred. If the matter is investigated, Jim Gordon cannot escape responsibility.
After smoking three cigarettes in a row, Jim managed to calm down.
"What are the casualties?"
Hank said quickly, "Seven civilians were injured, all with minor injuries. They've been treated. As for the militants..." He paused, then looked up at the two of them. "Twenty-eight militants, all dead...including Victor Zavi."
Victor Zavi!
Jim's expression suddenly changed. "Which Victor Zavi?"
"We've checked it out. It's Victor Zavi of the Falcone family. Here's his photo."
Jim took the photo, looked at it carefully, and after confirming that it was the real person, his mood suddenly became complicated.
Victor Xavi is one of the three major killers under Falcone. He is cunning and cruel, and likes to use explosive weapons to kill his opponents. It is said that he was captured by Batman some time ago and sent to the East District Police Station along with evidence. However, not long after, he was rescued by Falcone through various means.
Hank continued, "Through analysis, we can preliminarily infer that Victor Zavi was the mastermind behind the ambush. He first sent people to block the north-south intersection with trucks and Mercedes-Benzes, and then used submachine guns and rocket launchers to bombard the black Lamborghini."
"According to eyewitnesses, the black Lamborghini had bulletproof armor on the outside that could perfectly protect it from attacks by submachine guns, and even rockets would have no effect on it."
Ramirez said in disbelief,
"Rockets won't work! How is that possible!"
"It's not useless, it's ineffective. The black Lamborghini seems to have the ability to intercept rockets. It can shoot blue beams to blow up the enemy before the rocket hits it.
A total of seven rockets were fired, six of which were neutralized in this manner."
Ramirez: "?"
Why do I have the illusion of watching a science fiction blockbuster? Missile interception system, is this a function that a car should have?
"The shocking thing is yet to come."
Hank shrugged and whispered, "Many witnesses have confirmed that the black Lamborghini possesses an extremely powerful electrical weapon, capable of firing massive lightning bolts that can strike any target within a radius of dozens of meters. Victor Zavi, his twenty-seven men, the Mercedes, and the truck were destroyed by two bolts of lightning."
"Two shots!"
Ramirez's eyes widened, and he was completely stunned. "You must be kidding me!"
"I don't believe it either, but it's true. Someone filmed it, and I'll show it to you later."
After saying that, Hank sighed and looked towards Jim.
"Captain, we all want to thank you. You saved our lives."
Jim was speechless, completely stunned. Suddenly, a thought flooded his confused mind: if he hadn't let them go, and instead followed the Director's orders to launch the attack...
Thinking of this, I felt a sudden chill on my back.
If you do that, the people lying on the ground are not thugs, but police and SWAT.
Bulletproof armor, missile interception, super lightning...
That's not a car! It's a fully armed monster.
I don't know what kind of pervert would install these things in a car. Do you think you are 007?
"Captain, what should we do next?"
Jim glanced at the corpses covered with white cloth on the roadside and said in a bleak tone,
"Let's see what happens!"
…
The news of Victor's death quickly spread to the largest villa in the East District.
This is the former home of the Falcone family, the most powerful place in Gotham City.
As a gangster boss, the news of Victor's death did not make Falcone as furious as he had expected. He stood in front of the window, smoking a cigar, and seemed very calm, but the housekeeper who had been serving him still smelled a hint of something unusual.
A month ago, that bat freak with a mask broke into the master's private bedroom, beat him up, stripped him down to his underwear, and tied him up.
Since then, the old man has hated Batman to the core and mobilized all his strength to kill him, but Batman is too mysterious and no one can find his whereabouts.
Things were delayed again and again, and gradually, some unpleasant words began to spread privately. Many gang members believed that the master was scared by Batman and turned into an old loser who just hid at home all day.
To this end, the master personally took action and killed a few disobedient guys to establish his authority.
The effect is good, but it is only temporary. The root of the problem is Batman. As long as he is alive, Falcone will never be able to raise his head.