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"Could it be..." Falcone seemed to realize something.
"That's right, I suspect he's definitely from the FBI or some other secret agency, and he's an elite of the elite!"
The more Flass spoke, the more he felt he was right. "He was definitely sent to Gotham to gather intelligence, and he might have been recording or filming this whole time to gather evidence. If we actually lay a hand on him, it might be exactly what he wanted!"
"Think about it, what if a police officer and a gang leader team up to kill another police officer..." As Flass spoke, cold sweat drenched his back.
Falcone felt the same way.
Then, the two of them looked at Morin together.
Ah, so this was a trap, a bait to lure them into taking the bait!
Morin: "..."
With his hearing, he naturally heard the entire conversation between Falcone and Flass.
"Why are you guys so dramatic? Is this what you call a 'creative imagination'? I'm almost starting to believe you!" Morin complained inwardly.
On the surface, he still had a calm and carefree smile on his face.
"What, didn't you say you wanted to kill me?" Then, Morin had a sudden idea and decided to play along, a half-smile on his face.
"What are you waiting for?"
"I knew it!" �2
Falcone and Flass's hearts sank, and they immediately became certain.
"He's too young and impatient. Good thing I saw through him!" Flass thought to himself, making eye contact with Falcone, then looking at Morin and taking the initiative to explain.
"It's like this, actually, you've misunderstood... uh... what was your name again?"
"Morin, officer," Morin replied.
Let the show begin!
"Well, Officer Morin, you've misunderstood. This is just a small misunderstanding. Mr. Falcone was just joking."
Flass began to make up a story on the spot. "Mr. Falcone was just angry, and he spoke in a moment of frustration!"
"Oh?" Morin looked at the circle of thugs with guns pointing at him. "And what about these people..."
"Put them down, put them all down!" Flass quickly signaled to the thugs.
The thugs looked at Falcone.
"Put them down," Falcone said, his lips twitching slightly.
Now that he was almost certain that Morin's background was not simple, all he wanted to do was get through this situation, so a little compromise was acceptable.
Of course, he was also ready to have his subordinates shoot if things went south!
"But, I think I saw some drug trafficking here?" Morin asked. "How do you explain that?"
"T-that's it!" Flass was carefully thinking of an explanation when he suddenly saw Hugh Haas, who hadn't said a word since the beginning, and had a sudden idea.
"Hugh Haas must know about this!"
"You tell me?" Morin looked at Hugh Haas, secretly controlling him to say what Falcone and the others wanted to hear.
Morin planned to keep this chess piece for a while longer.
Once he was found guilty, he would be sent to court, and Falcone would probably ask Scarecrow Crane to protect him and send him to Arkham.
At that time... he might be able to get some useful information?
Morin's original plan for today was to show his face and get a feel for the situation in Gotham. As for directly killing people, although he did have the ability to do so, he didn't want to.
No other reason than this: although plowing through everyone is fast, it doesn't make any money.
Morin's plan was more long-term, to maximize the profits he could get.
Besides, what's the fun in just plowing through everyone?
With so many worlds and so many stories, what's the point if he doesn't get involved and change some of the past regrets?
Morin was not a robot that only knew how to complete levels. He had never treated any of this as a game.
He wanted to make up for some of the regrets he had from watching these movies in the past and rewrite one story after another, leaving his mark on them.
Only by doing so would he not feel that his past experiences were worthless when he looked back on them.
"It was all my own idea," Hugh Haas, under Morin's control, said with a look of great fear. "I was the one who was greedy for small profits, so I privately allowed those drug dealers to sell drugs in the bar. This is all on me. I did it alone!"
Falcone's eyes moved slightly.
"Good, you're a good subordinate. You have a very self-sacrificing spirit. Don't worry, I'll make sure you live," Falcone thought to himself, very satisfied with Hugh Haas's action of taking all the responsibility.
"So it was you!" Flass scolded. "Didn't you know that selling drugs is illegal? Prepare to face the law!"
Morin was expressionless. He drank another glass of wine, signaling to them to perform their show, and he would just watch.
He wasn't going to believe them, because Hugh Haas, who he was controlling, was also part of this performance. So, he was also half a performer, so how could he believe them?
Morin was the puppet master, and Hugh Haas was just doing what he was told.
Soon, Flass handcuffed Hugh Haas and, in a very professional manner, took pictures of the scene and took the drugs.
At the same time, he also explained to Morin, "Morin, we're colleagues now. Let me tell you something: Mr. Falcone is actually a legitimate businessman. It's just that some of his subordinates sometimes do things that break the law.
Let's just let this go for now. If you encounter something like this again, just find me. I'll handle it better. By the way, you completed your employment process today, right? That means you don't have a partner yet?"
"I do," Morin replied. "Jim Gordon."
"Gordon..." Flass, who was about to blurt out "then you can be on my team," stopped and swallowed his words, his face a little red.
Even with his thick skin, he couldn't handle the situation.
Who was Gordon? How could Flass not know?
Not long ago, Gordon was his partner!
He was almost the only one in the police department who wasn't in on their corruption!
And now, Morin, who had just started, was Gordon's partner?
Doesn't that mean that Morin must have already found some information beforehand, which was why he knew so much?
In other words, Morin was not ignorant of the situation in Gotham!
So, the earlier deception... wasn't he just acting like a monkey? And he was the monkey!
Flass's mind went down a rabbit hole and never came back. So, naturally, he became even more wary of Morin.
He had always felt that Morin had a very terrifying aura about him, and now, that aura was getting even stronger!
"Oh, I see..." Flass said with an awkward smile. "Well, that's fine then. By the way, I'll handle this matter. You can leave first."
"A little interesting," Morin looked at Falcone, who hadn't said a word. "Is that what you think, too?"
"Of course," Falcone's face twitched as he forced out an unnatural smile. "It was all just a misunderstanding, wasn't it?"
"Then I hope..." Morin drank the last of the wine in the bottle and slammed it down on the bar counter. The immense force shattered the bottle, and the entire stone bar counter collapsed!
"That there will be more misunderstandings like this. After all, the end of the year is coming, and it's time to hit my performance goals."
Morin walked outside, leaving without looking back. "No matter who you choose as the scapegoat, I want to see him at the police station tomorrow. And within a week, I want to see him in court."
The thugs were so shocked by the consequences of Morin's single blow that they didn't dare to shoot and automatically made way for him.
Falcone looked at Morin's retreating back with a grim expression, and he didn't dare to have his subordinates shoot or stop Morin until the very end.
"You did well. I'll have Crane diagnose you with a mental illness and have you sent to Arkham for treatment," Falcone said, patting Hugh Haas on the shoulder after he came to his senses. "Don't worry, they have to follow the law."
"Thank you, boss," Hugh Haas said, lowering his head in gratitude.
"I'll take him back now," Flass said. "By the way, should we report this to Commissioner Loeb..."
"You talk to him. And remember, you must tell him to find out who this person is!" Falcone didn't want to talk to Loeb, so he snorted, turned around, and walked out, getting into his car and leaving.
"He only gets tough with me. If you're so tough, go get angry with that Morin or Commissioner Loeb!" Flass cursed in his mind, but because Hugh Haas was still there, he didn't dare to show it.
Afterward, Flass called Commissioner Loeb and told him the corresponding news, emphasizing his guesses and Morin's fighting skills, which shocked Loeb again.
Without going into the details, after hanging up the phone, Loeb didn't get any sleep all night.
He was very worried, because after hearing Flass's unintentional and exaggerated description, he had subconsciously concluded that Morin was a person sent by an organization of the FBI's level to investigate the situation.
But this time, the person they sent was so open about his actions and was so powerful. What was their goal?
Loeb was very worried. He knew that if his actions were discovered and proven, he would definitely go to prison!
"I must find out who that Morin person is tomorrow..." Loeb thought to himself.
The next day.
Wayne Manor.
"Master Bruce." Bruce's butler, Alfred, found Bruce, who was painting his armor, with a newspaper in his hand. "I think you need to see this."
"What is it, Alfred? I'm busy right now. Can't you just tell me?" Bruce said without looking back. He finished painting the last part and took two steps back to admire his armor.
"I have eyes, Master Bruce," Alfred said, taking his daily jab at his master but still explaining the situation. "It seems someone has acted before you."
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