Chapter 31: Poor gordon
"Gotham itself is not sick. Those who are sick are the residents of Gotham. Then we only need to change a group of residents. Although killing so many people makes me sad, this is how strong men break their arms. In pain."
Falcone intends to pour himself wine, but Sophia took the initiative to take the bottle, not only to pour Falcone, but also to refill Gordon's glass.
"So many? That's 8 million! 8 million!"
Gordon angrily put the wine glass on the table, and the golden wine spilled out.
"Father, Chief Gordon seems unwell, do you want me to take him to rest?"
Sofia asked Falcone with a smile, but there was a burst of'crackling' from all the bones in her body, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. The cat on the carpet immediately woke up from his sleep and looked around for the crisis vigilantly. The source of feeling.
Falcone comforted her, smiled and said that he would not use it, and took out a few pieces of paper to wipe the table:
"It's okay, Gordon has been like this since I knew him... When this incident passes, he will understand me after seeing the new Gotham. Also, although you are a girl, you are Don't threaten others at every turn. Our Falcone family pays attention to honor and rules, and pays attention to convince people with reason. You are too shameful."
"Yes, father, I will pay more attention."
Sophia softened, picked up the cat on the carpet, pinched its ears and played.
Falcone glanced at her kindly, nodded, turned his face to Gordon and said:
"I made you laugh, hehe, my daughter learned some skills in the Far East. She is young and so energetic. Sometimes it is easy to be rude, please bear with me in the future."
Gordon already felt unable to communicate with the two mental illnesses, but Falcone's words reminded him.
"Barbara! Where is my daughter Barbara?"
He sat up straight and looked at Falcone.
The smile on the Roman's face finally stiffened, he hesitated for a moment, and confessed softly to Sophia.
"Turn on the TV and show Gordon." After that, he looked at Gordon apologetically: "Sorry, Gordon, I know you love her very much, but something went wrong with our invitation... .."
Gordon stood up excitedly, but when Sophia passed by him to turn on the TV, he just waved his hand by the way, and he felt that his legs had lost his instinct, and he thumped and sat back on the sofa again.
"What did you do to her? How was she?" Gordon struggled, still staring at Falcone.
"It's not what we did to her, but you provoke some people before, and someone wants to deal with you." He motioned to Gordon to watch TV.
At this time, it happened to be another round of news broadcasting. Before Gordon turned his head to watch TV, he heard a hoarse, demonic voice coming from the TV.
"Good evening, host, good evening! Gotham!"
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When Gordon came back to his senses, he only felt ashamed of all his thoughts, tears flowing freely on his face, and the killer wearing a black and yellow mask kept shooting Barbara in his mind. Her thin body fell down. Shots in the rain.
He hates himself, why does he offend others, but every time his family is injured? Barbara is only 17 years old, why is this?
Falcone was aside, and also took the handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, looking very sad, while Sophia was addicted to sucking cats, thinking about the white cat in front of her.
"Sorrow, Gordon, I am deeply saddened by your loss. The original plan was not like this-your father and daughter would have been with our father and daughter, happily enjoying family gatherings in this safe underground... . But I don’t know that someone in the city has invited the death knell. I’m sorry, my control of the city is much worse than before, and no news at all has been received."
Falcone said, he also found a new handkerchief and handed it to Gordon, and said sincerely that he never thought of hurting Gordon and his daughter.
"What the **** did I do? Who did I offend? Damn me!!!" Gordon grabbed his hair and slammed his head frantically against the sofa arm.
Falcone winked at Sofia, and Sophia immediately raised his hand and pressed Gordon's chest. Gordon found that he could not move his whole body except his head, and could only let tears flow from his eyes.
"Gordon, my good boy, don't embarrass yourself, it's not your fault, you just want to make the city better, you and I are the same, we are all good people." Falcone walked over and took Ge Deng’s body was supported so that he could lean more comfortably on the back of the chair. He pressed his chest and said to Gordon: "The fault is the people in this city. They are crazy. We have to treat them. We can give Barbara's revenge, we have a chance now."
Gordon did not answer him, but silently wept in his eyes and muttered in his mouth.
"Barbara...Barbara..."
He cut off his cognitive connection with the real world, completely immersed in his grief, and now he can't hear anything to say to him.
Falcone turned to look at Sophia. He didn't want this kind of Gordon. He had to kill the death knell before Gotham was born again to cheer Gordon.
"Sophia, are you sure you can beat her?"
Sophia knew who he was talking about. Her face changed a few expressions. Loss, anger, and unwillingness all flashed one by one, but there was no one Falcone wanted to see.
She lay on her back weakly on the sofa and gently shook her head: "Sorry, father, I am not her opponent."
"How is it possible? Your teacher said that you are a wizard that is rare in a century. You can go to this world after you leave the teacher." Falcone frowned, and the heavy majesty rushed toward his face. He suspected that his daughter was afraid of trouble, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is not willing to make a move.
Sophia sighed. She didn't lie at all: "Then she must have spoken only half of the story, because the world is great, but it is best to avoid it when encountering some people. The death knell is one of them. "
"She's really that strong? I've never seen her in Gotham before." Falcone sat back in his seat, he already believed in Sofia.
"Exaggeratedly strong, she is very young, maybe younger than me. If you let me deal with Briss, I can even catch her in front of you with just my legs, because bats don't kill."
Sophia smiled bitterly and shook her head. She knew her strength well: "But, the death knell is not good. She is not only a master of unarmed combat, but also a master of all weapons. All weapons mean, whether it is swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes and hooks Fork, or submachine gun howitzer or even tank, as long as it can be used to kill people, she has mastered everything."
"What did your master say?" Falcone calmed down, lowered his head and stroked the rose petals.
Sophia nodded and touched the white cat's head absently, with her lipstick on it: "Yes, because I may be about the same age as the death knell, the teacher sometimes asks to educate me. Even after I became a teacher, the death knell It is still the one she called me to avoid."
"Hmm..." Falcone was thinking about something.
"The teacher said that if I face the death knell, fighting with bare hands may be 60% sure to escape. If the death knell uses a sword, the probability becomes 30%. If she uses a hot weapon at the same time, I...will die. Undoubtedly." Sophia finished speaking, and said nothing.
The room was quiet again, leaving only Gordon's desperate murmur.
