"Thankfully, we didn't take the tram."
Cindy said this to Su Ming beside her, she stroked her blonde hair that was stuck to her forehead because of the rain, and looked at the dashboard: "At this speed, we still have about half an hour to reach our destination." ” Su Ming looked at the rain outside the window, on the viaduct not far away, there was a tram parked in mid-air because of the city's power supply problem, he didn't know if there were people in there, whether there were people waiting for them to go home.
If things go according to the worst, these people will not be able to return home.
Su Ming had thought about such a problem before, everyone else had a family, and he just had a rental house, and he seemed to be lonely forever.
"If there is a chance, after the matter here is over, I will leave and find a way to go to Earth 0, what are your plans?"
He turned his head and asked Cindy a jumpy question, taking care not to be heard by the troubled reporters, and not looking at the blackout tram train.
Cindy thought about it, but still shook her head: "This is my world, the earth you said 0, is it your home?"
” "No, it's not, my home is further afield, it's just a place I'm more familiar with."
Su Ming fumbled, there were not many cigars in his cigarette case.
"Where's your home?"
Cindy did the same, and then she stopped the car because she saw a small supermarket on the side of the road.
The two got out of the car, and she very skillfully knocked off the door lock with a long stick, and the two went in to search while continuing the previous topic.
"Hehe, I don't know, maybe there's a number, maybe not."
She stuffed a few bottles of colorful alcoholic beverages into her backpack, and then turned her eyes to puffed food, and while rummaging through the bags, she pretended to say casually: "Then it's better for you to stay here, we can be partners for a long time."
"Your world is numbered Earth minus 11 in the bloodfield, representing the 11th world of the Dark Multiverse, where Barbatos cannot be defeated, he is the god of the Dark Multiverse.
If I want to stop this crisis completely, I have to hide it from them here, I have to go to Earth0, which is the only way for me to save myself. ” Su Ming still said this question, these emotions and thoughts had been lingering in his mind for too long, he needed someone else to share it a little, he didn't need any substantive help, as long as he could listen to what he knew.
Cindy's hand paused in the air for a moment, and then she casually held the puffed food with the tomato in her arms.
"Really?
Looks like there's a lot of things you need to explain to me."
Director Gordon regained consciousness from the darkness, and he touched the back of his head, remembering what had happened before.
He was dragged into the car by a group of men, but before that, he carved the license plate of a black van into his glasses while he fell to his knees in the muddy water.
He stuck it in a crevice in the curb rock, and if anyone could find it, he might be able to find out where he was.
But this hope is very slim, after all, the bats have left the city, and who else can do it?
Although he was optimistic about some of the young people in the police station, it was only optimistic, and he knew that even if the police found the glasses, they might not be able to trace them here.
After all, he didn't know where he was now, and the men in black knocked him unconscious after getting into the car.
Now the environment he was in was a dark room, but it was not the imaginary cell, on the contrary, the bed under him was very soft, and he could feel the smooth feel of silk just by touching it.
It didn't make him feel relaxed, as an old cop, he could feel that his surroundings were very humid and eerie, and this place should be underground.
Glancing at his watch, he had only been unconscious for a little over an hour, which was not enough time for the van to leave Gotham, so he was still in the city.
He slowly got up, everything on his body was intact, except for the gun was gone, and even the handcuffs were still around his waist.
It was as if he had been invited as a guest, although the invitation was a bit tougher.
He fumbled in the darkness and lit the lamp at the head of the bed, the soft light illuminating the small room.
On the bedside table, there was a glass of water, a bottle of painkiller, aspirin, a slip and a doctor's order on the bottle, and his name on the patient's column.
They got it from his house!
They invaded his home!
"That's right, Barbara!"
Gordon remembered what the woman in black had said to himself, they had another team going to the police station!
He stood up, didn't go to get his medicine, but immediately walked briskly to the door.
Hold down the handle, just twist it, and the door opens.
Of course, it is not surprising that there are still a few women in black guarding the door.
"Where is my daughter?
Let me see her!
” Gordon went berserk and grabbed a woman by the door, but was quickly pulled away by more hands.
"Director Gordon, our boss is waiting for you."
Then the woman who had punched him before walked out of the corner of the hallway, and she walked slowly up to Gordon with almost every step of the same magnitude, and said to him with a non-smiling smile.
Gordon realized that he was now in a cold hallway, with a miserable white light overhead, and the walls around him were tiled, like in some hospital.
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"What about my daughter?"
The woman rubbed her temples like she had a headache and sighed, "You'll know when you see our boss." ” Gordon broke free from the person who was holding him, straightened his trench coat, and slapped the non-existent dust on it, as if his clothes were soiled by these people: "So what are you waiting for?
Lead the way. ” The woman didn't care, and turned her head and walked the way she had come.
Gordon looked around cautiously, but found no information, nothing to be seen from here, except to strengthen his conviction that he was somewhere underground.
The corridor is very long, snow-white and seems to have no end in sight, and there are small rooms on both sides, but the doors are closed, and you don't know what's inside.
After a few turns down the hallway, and after Gordon felt disoriented, they finally came to a larger door.
The door is made of solid wood and decorated with beautiful gold trim and enamel, and is carved with reliefs of the three goddesses of fate, with expressions that are lifelike and vivid.
The woman knocked on the door, then stepped away and raised an eyebrow at Gordon and made a gesture of please.
Gordon walked in without fear.
In this room, he felt like he was in the study of Wayne's mansion, surrounded by tall bookshelves filled with books, and a fireplace burning not far away.
Family portraits are on the walls, soft wool carpets are on the floor, handmade sofas are in front of the fireplace, sculptures in the rooms are also masterpieces, and even the teapot on the coffee table has the best aroma of black tea.
Everything made him doubt his previous judgment, this was clearly the mansion of a large family, not some underground labyrinth.
Until he saw a huge desk not far from the fireplace, and behind it sat a person he didn't expect.
Even when he was alone, the man was still sitting straight, his hair meticulously combed back his head, he was dressed in a well-fashioned handmade suit, a rose was stuck in his breast pocket, he was gently stroking the white cat in his arms, and he looked at Gordon with a smile.
He was old, much older than the last time Gordon saw him, his hair was black, his temples were now all white, and his face and the back of his hands were full of wrinkles.
But the only thing that hasn't changed is that his eyes are still so calm, so full of majesty, like ten years ago.
"Gordon, my old friend, welcome to my family."
"Falcone" For a moment, Gordon could only look at the figure in surprise and say the name, and this name was too deeply entangled with him for him to be speechless for a while.
For the first ten years of his working life, Falcone was the mountain above him, and everything about Gotham was about him, bars, restaurants, gas stations, movie theaters, even the hot dog stalls with roadside carts, and he was the boss who traced it back to him.
He runs the dark order of Gotham, where everyone lives under the exploitation of the gangster family.
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