When a group of plainclothes policemen carrying grenades, assault rifles and rocket launchers appeared at the largest drug processing factory in the western suburbs, Martin Hope was completely stunned.
He immediately called the boss Falcone and asked him to take care of those detectives who took the money but did not do their job.
As a result, the call didn't go through and a bloody hole appeared on his forehead.
Four hundred meters away, on the rooftop, an armed SWAT officer turned on the intercom:
"Mr. Gordon, the suspect, Martin Hope, has been killed."
As soon as the boss died, the people under him were in chaos. Some wanted to escape, some took out weapons and prepared to fight to the death, and some wanted to destroy evidence. Unfortunately, they underestimated the determination of the police.
As soon as Hope died, the police outside the door immediately rushed into the factory. Without any negotiation, anyone holding a weapon would be baptized by bullets.
This scene also happened in other places. The police abandoned the previous rules and regulations and evolved into cold-blooded soldiers. As long as they encountered resistance, they would give a fatal blow.
After the news spread, some members of the drug enforcement team joined in spontaneously. They had more comprehensive intelligence. Previously, due to various restrictions, drug enforcement operations could not be carried out. Now it is different. Gotham has entered a state of anarchy, and they have become the unrestrained group.
With the help of anti-drug police, a massive anti-drug operation began.
In just one day, 23 drug-making dens were shut down, 34 people were killed, 107 were injured, and the seized drugs could fill a small room.
Gotham City's drug network suffers a devastating blow like never before.
Drugs are the main source of income for gangs. Without money, nothing can be done.
After nightfall, the clearing operation did not stop, but became more intense.
Time is precious and every minute and every second cannot be wasted.
Jim Gordon knew very well that once the people above reacted, many uncontrollable and unexpected factors would increase.
Action must be accelerated.
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Gotham City, Wayne Manor underground base.
The huge screen was playing the latest video sent by the drone, which recorded in detail the exchange of fire between gangs and police.
Seeing several gang members being blown to pieces by a bazooka, Bruce unplugged the power cord, walked to the clothes rack, and began to put on the bat armor.
"Master, you should rest tonight. The police don't need Batman's help. They're doing a great job."
Bruce whispered, "This is going too smoothly. I feel like something is wrong."
Alfred sighed helplessly, "Master Wayne, I think you need a date. For example, Miss Quinzel from Arkham Asylum. Not only does she have a Master's degree in psychology, she also has a beautiful face and an attractive figure. A candlelight dinner with her would be very helpful for your tense nerves."
"Alfred, I don't want to hear a joke."
The old butler sighed, "Gotham City has a population of tens of millions, and it's not just Bruce Wayne who wants to make it better, like Jim Gordon."
Hearing the name, Bruce stopped.
"He's a really good cop."
Alfred remained noncommittal. He poured himself a cup of strong tea and sipped it while jokingly saying, "A good policeman who allows his men to bomb the mafia's lair with mortars?"
Bruce smiled immediately, put down the bat armor, walked to the computer, and logged into his social account through the remote control program.
There were hundreds of messages in the message board, most of which were about the Gotham riots. Some hoped that Batman would step forward and find the corrupt officials in hiding, while more people hoped that Batman would kill Falcone.
To be honest, Bruce was very tempted by this proposal. As long as Falcone was killed, the Gotham gang would become a mess and would not be able to cause any trouble.
The question is how to do it.
Shortly after the riot, Falcone disappeared and no one knew where he was.
"Alfred, if you were Falcone,
Where will you hide?"
"Leaving is the best option."
Bruce shook his head, "He's not leaving. He's definitely in Gotham City."
"Gotham City covers an area of nearly 2.5 million acres, and there are intricate underground tunnels. It is not easy to find a person in such a large area."
Bruce sighed, "Just keep looking. As long as he doesn't leave, we'll find him."
Not only Bruce Wayne is looking for Falcone, everyone in Gotham City is looking for him, especially the angry citizens, who want to ask the mastermind: Why did you make my city like this?
Falcone has become public enemy.
Forces that once submitted to him, such as Maroni and the Red Hood Gang, began to reveal their ambitions, and even a thief like Catwoman sneaked into his villa to steal a box of jewelry as a trophy.
Falcone was like a dying giant, with many people waiting to get a piece of his corpse.
Before I knew it, three days had passed.
Gotham City finally ushered in new changes. At nine o'clock in the morning, former Deputy Mayor Sam Wick delivered a speech to media reporters and all citizens in front of the damaged city hall building.
Behind him stand the good police, led by Jim Gordon, and the clean men of the judiciary, led by Harvey Dent.
After a sad speech.
The anger in the hearts of the citizens subsided a little, and people finally understood what the occasional gunshots in the past two days were about.
It turned out to be a joint operation between the police and the FBI to crack down on the drug network in Gotham City.
When a truck full of drugs was pulled up in front of the city hall, everyone was shocked.
The police poured gasoline on the fire and the deputy mayor set it on fire himself.
As the flames rose into the sky, the huge square was filled with cheers.
"Falcone is finished."
Luke shook his head, his face full of emotion. A hero's half-life efforts were destroyed in an instant. I believe he must be feeling very uncomfortable at this moment.
Emily asked from the side, "Do you know where Falcone is?"
"You want to catch him?"
The girl nodded. After two days of experience, she had matured a lot. The childishness between her eyebrows disappeared, and there was more sharpness.
"Except for Edwin Mickey and Johnny Viddy, the rest of the men are either dead or captured. The branches have been pruned cleanly. It's time to take action on the main trunk."
"It's still early."
Emily asked, puzzled, "How is it early?"
"You only trimmed the branches, but didn't deal with the roots. Falcone's current status is not only due to the top management of Gotham, but also to more powerful people."
"I do not understand."
Luke pointed upwards, "The White House, politicians from both parties, and the top brass of the FBI are what Falcone relies on. Don't underestimate a family's decades of operation; it involves too many secrets."
Emily couldn't believe it. "You're exaggerating."
"That's not an exaggeration at all."
Luke took a sip of juice and sneered, "If you don't believe it, just think about what the president said."
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