When Jim Gordon came back, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. He quietly slipped into the living room, opened the window, and smoked one cigarette after another, looking very worried.
"Dad, you're finally back."
The sudden sound startled Jim. He glared at his daughter and cursed, "It's so late, why don't you go to bed?"
"What were you doing with that woman?"
"Don't meddle in adults' affairs, go to bed quickly."
"Don't think I don't know what you're talking about. That girl is an FBI agent. You have to deal with Falconeck and turn around the dire situation in Gotham."
Jim said with a grim expression, "You followed me!"
Barbara turned her head away and said, "My little brother will be born in a month. I can't have an extramarital affair with you at this time."
"…"
Jim's face turned green and he really wanted to slap her.
Barbara quickly poured a glass of juice and placed it next to him with a flattering smile on her face. Jim had no choice but to say with a stern face,
"Don't get involved in my work anymore, okay?"
Barbara nodded repeatedly, rolled her eyes, and asked tentatively,
"Do you agree?"
Jim took a puff of his cigarette and said in a deep voice, "Her position is too low, and she's a superhuman, so she's very sensitive."
"I don't think these are problems."
Jim laughed and said, "What do you know?"
Barbara said seriously, "Dad, even though you don't want to admit it, the fact is the truth. My IQ is 154, and yours is only 121. When faced with difficulties, I consider things more comprehensively than you."
"Now, please answer me a question seriously. Do you really want to be reinstated?"
Jim frowned and remained silent.
Many times, keeping silent is a sign of agreement.
"I knew it."
Barbara shrugged. "If she wants to be reinstated, then agree to her request!"
Jim said helplessly, "That FBI agent is only a few years older than you, and she's clearly a rookie with little experience in the world. If she had authorization from a higher-up, I might consider it. Unfortunately, besides the intelligence map of the drug trafficking network, she only has an agent's license, and that's the lowest level."
"You're wrong. You agreed precisely because she's of a lower rank. Think about it, if it was a senior FBI official who came, once the operation began, how would the power be divided? Would you listen to him, or would he listen to you?"
Jim was stunned and thought about it.
Barbara continued, "Senior FBI officers won't obey orders from local sheriffs, but it's different for low-level rookies. In principle, you're in a fair and cooperative relationship, regardless of rank. But at critical moments, due to age and seniority, she has no choice but to obey your orders."
"This ensures that the entire operation is under control and there are no unexpected factors. More importantly, they are superhumans, and there are more than one of them."
Barbara grew increasingly excited. "The identity of a parahuman is sensitive, but that's a matter for higher-ups, not the police. All we need is the intelligence and incredible superpowers they possess. With their assistance, our operations will be more effective and swifter, and police casualties will be significantly reduced. As for their motives, what does that have to do with us? As long as we share the same goals, we can cooperate."
These words touched Jim's heart, and his mind began to become active.
I have to admit that my daughter's words make sense. No matter what the other party's purpose is, as long as they can kill the Falconet family, it will not be a problem.
After taking a few puffs of his cigarette, Jim put it out and turned around and said,
"Barbara, you should go to bed."
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The girl nodded obediently and tiptoed back to the bedroom.
A few minutes later, the sound of a door opening was heard downstairs. Barbara sighed helplessly, got up, turned on the computer, and used her superb hacking skills to quickly find Emily Song's personal information from the FBI database.
After reading the information and finding no problems, I breathed a sigh of relief, fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
…
The riots lasted only one day, and Gotham City became a strange place.
Walking on the familiar streets, looking around, all I saw was a scene of desolation. Stores were smashed, shops were looted, and broken glass was scattered all over the ground. It was already past six o'clock, and there were still no pedestrians on the streets. Even the sandwich vendors had disappeared.
The bank door was tightly closed, and the sound of a vicious dog barking could be faintly heard coming from inside.
Jim sighed slightly and quickened his pace.
When we arrived at the police station, Ramirez, Hank and others were already there.
Everyone stood in silence in front of the police station door that was burned by flames, as if they were performing some kind of religious ceremony.
As time passed, more and more people gathered around. Every once in a while, a group of plainclothes police officers appeared. The number of people gradually increased, but the atmosphere remained silent. Only the crackling sound of the burning flames echoed around.
Before we knew it, the number of people had exceeded three hundred and the street was becoming crowded.
Jim took off his police hat and said in a deep voice,
"You all know why I called everyone here, so I won't explain any further. I just want to say one thing: Not all Gotham City police are bad guys. There are always more good cops than bad ones!"
Just one sentence made some people cry. God knows what they went through that day.
Ramirez stood up and said loudly,
"Captain, what should we do?"
"At all costs, we must eliminate the Falcone family and show the citizens that the Gotham police are not parasites!"
…
For Gotham City, today is destined to go down in history. With the joint efforts of future Police Commissioner Jim Gordon and future FBI Director Emily Song, the clearing operation officially begins.
The crowd was divided into seven groups, each of which was escorted by FBI superhumans. They focused on attacking strongholds such as central banks, dock munitions warehouses, drug processing plants, black market workshops, nightclubs, and underground banks.
The action was swift and decisive, without any prior warning.
The gang members who were lurking in the stronghold had no time to react before the plainclothes detectives put guns to their heads.
When faced with fierce resistance, the superhumans stood up. There were seven superhumans, each with different abilities, but they were all deadly to ordinary people.
With the help of superhumans, the three key locations of the central bank, the dock arsenal, and the underground bank quickly fell into the hands of the police.
The arsenal is filled with a large number of modern weapons, even heavy equipment such as rocket launchers and mortars.
Compared to these guns, the 9mm pistol looks so short.
Everyone's eyes began to show burning emotions, as if they saw a beautiful woman waving at them. Jim Gordon had no choice but to close his eyes. Thus, 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, and replaced them with modern military weapons such as M1rTAR-21. Some even carried rocket launchers.
Even superhumans are no exception.
After the equipment was upgraded, the police became more confident and directly upgraded the clearing operation into a military operation.
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