Ever since their last date in the park, Luke had given up hope on Emily's intelligence.
Fortunately, she is still young and has enough time to grow. Luke firmly believes that under his training, she will definitely become the director of the FBI.
"On the battlefield, one side has fewer people, the other has more. The disparity in combat power is indeed a big problem. What do you think we should do?"
The girl stole a glance at Luke and said in a mosquito-like voice, "I've thought about it carefully. With the strength of the seven of us, we are fully capable of rushing into Falcone's house and controlling him. As long as we capture him, the others will be easy to deal with."
Cough cough cough!!
Luke started coughing violently and was completely confused.
Emily asked nervously, "Do you feel something is wrong?"
"No! No!"
Luke took a sip of water to moisten his throat. "You have a good idea. It hits the nail on the head."
The girl immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know what was wrong, but she always felt that her IQ was not enough lately.
Luke continued, "What should we do after we capture Falcone? He has a group of dangerous people under his command. How should we deal with them?"
"I think it should be handed over to the police."
Luke laughed and said, "Given the current situation in Gotham City, the police are not capable of dealing with the thugs."
Emily frowned, lost in thought.
The door opened and the waiter came in, holding the restaurant's signature dish - lychee meat.
This dish was Luke's favorite, so he started eating it right away. While eating, he observed the girl's reaction. When he saw her frown, he couldn't help but shake his head.
"Locking down trees is not an easy task, especially for older trees with lush branches and leaves covering a wide area. If you only cut off the main trunk, the falling branches could easily kill a group of people. To avoid accidents, loggers usually clear away the branches, leaving the main trunk bare, and then use a saw to cut it off bit by bit. This is the safest method."
Emily understood, "You mean..."
"Falcone is the trunk of the tree, and his men are the branches. If you want to move the trunk, you have to deal with the branches."
"But we don't have enough manpower."
"There are so many police officers in Gotham City, how can there be a shortage of manpower?"
Emily was confused. Didn't she just say that the police were useless? How could he change his mind in the blink of an eye?
Luke shook his head helplessly and explained in a low voice,
"For Gotham, this riot is not a bad thing. It can even be said to be a good thing because it completely separates the good from the bad."
"Just like the police system, one-third of the police accept bribes, but it is undeniable that the other two-thirds do not. In the past, the one-third and two-thirds were mixed together, like a huge dye vat filled with dyes, unable to distinguish between green, blue and purple. Now it is different."
"The appearance of the leaflets broke the deadlock. Faced with angry citizens, the black police couldn't even protect themselves, so how could they have the courage to jump into the vat? As soon as they ran, the dye in the vat disappeared, leaving only the color of transparency."
"Countless histories have proven that a pure army possesses extremely terrifying power. The current Gotham police are such an army. All they lack is a leader."
The girl suddenly understood. "You mean, as long as I provide information, the police might help me arrest someone."
"It's not just possible, it's certain. The police profession is about so many things: survival, honor, values, beliefs, etc. This incident has crushed all of these things. If they don't stand up, there will be no police in Gotham City after this incident."
"To survive, they have to prove the value of the police."
"Understood."
Emily took a deep breath. "I'll go find Jim Gordon in a moment."
Luke nodded secretly. The fact that the girl could think of this showed that her IQ was not hopeless.
Only police can lead police.
This is the law of the industry. Looking at Gotham, Jim Gordon is undoubtedly the best choice. His qualifications and connections are no problem, although he lost his job for privately releasing a black Lamborghini.
But from the current perspective, this is not a bad thing, but a good thing.
"No, I'm going to see him now."
The girl left as soon as she said she would. Before she could finish her words, she left, leaving Luke helpless.
…
In a detached building in the suburbs of Gotham City, the unshaven Jim Gordon stood in front of the washing machine washing clothes. His wife Sarah was more than nine months pregnant and had difficulty moving. As a husband, he had to take care of the housework alone.
In order not to worry his wife, Jim did not tell her about his dismissal. Only in the dead of night would he hide in the bathroom and savor the horror of middle-aged unemployment.
The child is about to be born, but he doesn't even have a stable income.
After washing the clothes, Jim went to the second-floor balcony, lit a cigarette, and looked at the night view quietly.
"Dad, are you hiding something from us?"
Barbara Gordon, who had just turned seventeen, stood beside her father, staring at him motionlessly.
Jim put out his cigarette and forced a smile.
"That's not true. Don't listen to what others say."
"You're lying!" Barbara snorted. "I know everything. You were fired from the police force because of the black Lamborghini incident, and you've been secretly working odd jobs these days."
"Keep your voice down!"
Jim made a gesture to silence her. "Don't let Sarah hear."
Barbara moved a chair and sat down next to him, saying seriously, "Dad, are you thinking about reinstating your job?"
Jim Gordon remained silent.
Barbara advised, "I think it's better to change careers. Look at the Gotham police. They're corrupt, embezzling money, and taking bribes. They're so rotten. Don't be a police officer anymore. If you can't let go, you can be a private investigator. With Dad's abilities, he's sure he can do it."
Jim frowned and said, "Police officers are not necessarily bad people, there are good ones too."
"Good man?"
Barbara sighed, pulled out a flyer, and slapped it into his hand. "Many of the people listed here were Dad's former colleagues. You and those good police officers must have known about their corruption and bribery, but you turned a blind eye. According to the Constitution, it is a crime for a police officer to fail to report a situation when they know about it."
"Good policemen don't commit crimes!"
Jim was speechless after being refuted and could only sigh.
My daughter is right. Most police officers know about the corruption within the police department, but they choose to remain silent for various reasons. In principle, there are really no good police officers in Gotham City.
At this time, the doorbell rang.
"I'll open the door."
Barbara skipped away, but Jim pushed her back into the chair and said, "Stay here and don't go anywhere."
This is a sensitive period and police officers must be careful at all times.
Jim Gordon readied his weapon and then opened the door.
In the dim light, no [citizens] or [thugs] were seen, only a beautiful girl with purple hair and purple eyes.
"Who are you..."
Emily pulled out her ID, "FBI, Mr. Gordon, we need to talk."
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