Chapter 3291

When the person with the gun rushed in, there was no one left in the house. His target, that damn little red-haired girl, had been rescued by someone. The other side's movements were too agile, and he didn't even see a shadow.

The TV in the living room was playing the news. Appearing on the screen was precisely that face of Paul beaten to a bloody pulp. But at the same time, there was also a video.

From a first-person perspective, two fists swung left and right, hitting Paul's face until his skull was shattered and his brains were beaten out.

Paul was able to let out some screams at first, but later only meaningless twitching remained, and finally, he was completely silent.

Without a doubt, this was a torture-murder.

The young man who beat Paul to death was well-trained, not only very strong but also very skilled at punching. His identity was quickly announced. He was a black-market boxer named Hick.

Hick's life trajectory was also very simple. Parents both dead, depending on his younger sister for survival. His academic performance was not bad, but because his sister had an accident when he was in high school, he had to drop out to fight in black-market boxing.

His sister seemed to have encountered a car accident and was completely paralyzed in bed. Because of some reasons, he failed to get insurance compensation, and he needed to rely on black-market boxing to earn medical expenses for his sister.

A very typical bottom-level person in Cat Getan, a loser who should have died silently on some rainy night.

But no, he appeared in the suburban villa of Paul, a giant in Cat Getan's steel industry, and directly shattered his skull with those powerful fists, just like that, beating him to death alive.

And he even recorded all of this into a video, handed it to the TV station, and it was broadcast.

In a dark and narrow basement, Fiona finished watching the entire video. She clenched her fists and said: "So this was premeditated; he used me."

Catwoman handed her a cup of hot coffee and then said: "Why couldn't it be that he himself had a grudge against Paul and took this opportunity to take revenge?"

Fiona pursed her lips and said: "I promised Mayor Napier not to kill anyone. I think he is a good person, and I should keep my promise."

"Yes, it should have been like that. However, those people who broke into your house shouldn't have wanted to talk to you nicely, right?"

"Fine, they wanted to kill me, and I killed them too. I was just protecting myself." Fiona took a deep breath.

Catwoman sized up the girl in front of her; she did look very immature, but she was only 15 years old after all. And her father had protected her very well, letting her just witness a murder, which showed a bit of wavering.

This made Catwoman somewhat question Schiller's decision. Would this girl really be the key figure?

But she didn't say much, just watched Fiona drink the coffee and said: "Are you and the Mayor on good terms?"

"He is willing to help my father clear his name. He is the only one willing to do so. He also tried his best. I am very grateful to him."

"Then what about him toward you?"

"I know he feels some guilt toward me." Fiona took a deep breath and said, "He seems to blame my father's death on himself, but I know it's not. This has nothing to do with him. It was my father who chose to do this."

"Have you thought about using this guilt?"

"What do you mean?"

"They want to kill you." Catwoman repeated again, "They must kill you because you are the descendant of a hero. They will soon realize that the death of your father, Willy, was the beginning of everything. It was he who gave people the courage to resist."

"In order to completely eliminate this kind of courage, they will definitely find ways to eliminate you, or simply force you to bow to them, using some dirty means to shake people's hope."

"I won't yield to them!" Fiona said firmly.

"Some things are not as simple as you think." Catwoman said, "It's not like no one has stood up before; what was their result?"

Fiona quickly remembered some things her father had told her. That had been the source of his nightmares for a very long time. She couldn't help but shudder, but still held the coffee and said: "If I cannot live like a hero, at least I can die like my father."

Only then did Catwoman look at her with new eyes. But remembering the things Schiller had entrusted to her, she still tapped the table and said: "You must live, Miss. Because it's not just the upper class; ordinary people will also discover that your father started a great journey."

"As the successor to your father's legacy, you are an important spiritual symbol. If you fall easily, it will be the pain of those who love you and the joy of those who hate you."

"Then what do you think I should do?" Fiona breathed somewhat hurriedly. She felt excited, but also felt nervous.

"Use your relationship with the Mayor to persuade him to help you." Catwoman leaned in a little closer, she squatted down, looking at Fiona from bottom to top and said, "Your power is already not much, you must grasp every possibility. Not just for yourself, but also for your father."

Fiona's hand holding the coffee cup gradually tightened. She drank a sip of coffee absent-mindedly.

At this time, Catwoman dropped another bombshell.

"I know who ordered the gunman to kill your father."

Fiona immediately stared at her tightly.

"But you can't go find him, do you know why?"

"Because I can't even protect myself?"

Catwoman looked up at her and said: "What if the murderer also stood on your father's side?"

"What did you say?"

"I mean, if one day you discover that the murderer who killed your father also realized your father was right, and he decided to help you, what would you do?"

"I... I don't know..." Fiona shook her head somewhat lost, she said, "He assassinated my father, he must be a despicable villain. How could he possibly support my father? Maybe..."

"Do you know what your father would do?"

Fiona fell silent. She drank a sip of coffee mechanically and then said: "He once told me that the poor always vent too much anger on their companions. But that is just bullying the weak. And what he wanted to do was to overcome the strong with the weak."

Fiona's lips were pressed tightly against the coffee cup, and her tone also seemed a bit vague; she said: "He told me that if one day I felt angry, I must first look up. I never understood what this meant. But now I seem to understand a little."

Catwoman stood up, hugged her arms, and looked at her, saying: "You are already very excellent, but you don't understand fast enough. You don't have much time left."

The coffee cup Fiona put down collided with the tabletop, making a light sound. She stood up and then said: "I'm going to the Municipal Building. I'm going to see the Mayor."

When Fiona was brought to the door of the Mayor's office by Ms. Viss, she vaguely saw Gordon's figure. She closed her eyes in pain, and her footsteps also paused.

But when she turned her head, she saw Ms. Viss's smiling face.

"Don't be afraid, Miss. Mr. Napier is the best Mayor in history."

Fiona clenched her fists, knocked on the door, and then walked in. Gordon's gaze immediately locked tightly onto her.

"Someone wants to kill me." Fiona said.

The Pale Knight sitting in the office chair stood up with a swoosh. He hurriedly walked to Fiona's front and said: "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"No, someone saved me." Fiona calmed her emotions and then said, "The Paul matter was my fault, I was too impulsive. But I really didn't want to kill anyone. I am very sorry for the trouble I caused you."

The Pale Knight looked at her and said: "I know you meant well, Miss. Since things have come to this, don't think about it anymore."

Fiona remembered what Catwoman said; she pinched the corner of her clothes with her fingers and lowered her head, saying: "I dreamed of my father yesterday and remembered some things he said to me before. I think I should emulate him and do more for ordinary people."

"When I heard about the death gambling ring, I was furious. That's why when I received the clue about Paul, I rushed over without thinking. I just wanted to help you."

The Pale Knight's expression softened visibly. Gordon also really couldn't say anything. He walked over with heavy steps and looked at Fiona, saying: "Perhaps you meant well, but the situation is becoming more and more terrible."

"Can you tell me what exactly happened?" Fiona asked.

"Paul's death made them feel deep fear. They chose to take extreme measures..."

"For example?"

"If they can't control criminals, then they create criminals." Gordon turned around and said, "Within two hours after Paul's death, supermarket bombings, bank massacres, serial murders... never have so many vicious cases broken out at the same time. Many people died."

Gordon reached out and covered half of his face. Fiona had already imagined that tragic situation, and she said: "Then it seems we can only choose to fight to the end. Sir, I am only 15 years old. I don't want to die. What about you?"

Gordon's fingertips were trembling slightly. He wasn't afraid of death, but he had a daughter who wasn't much older than Fiona, and he had promised her mother he would raise her well.

Besides that, those who died in the tragedies were all because he failed to catch those masterminds in one go. He had to be responsible for their deaths. Most importantly, no more people could die.

The police had no power to kill, but he had been forced into a dead end. He had no other choice.

Gordon didn't know how he walked out of the Municipal Building. When he returned to the police station, he saw a stretched black sedan parked at the entrance.

As soon as he walked into the police station lobby, he saw a man in a suit walking out swaggeringly under the lead of others.

That was one of the few masterminds he had caught. A second-generation heir who was slow to react and stupid enough, but to catch him, they still sacrificed two police officers. One of them was only 18 years old and had just graduated from the police academy.

This second-generation heir deliberately bumped into Gordon, shook his head, and said: "I told you long ago, I could get out very soon. You just wait, when I go back and tell my dad, you're dead!"

"I heard you have a daughter. If you don't want to lose your job as Commissioner, then let her come and apologize to me in person. Maybe for her sake, my dad will leave you a job as an ordinary policeman. Or you can also apply to be a security guard at my house when you can't pay your credit card, haha."

After speaking, he patted Gordon on the shoulder and walked out of the police station gate under everyone's gaze.

The moment he heard the sound of the car starting, Gordon felt a string in his brain snap.

He only paused for a second, picked up the police car keys from the table next to him, and walked out from the back door of the police station.

Half an hour later, Gordon stood at the edge of the Cat Getan Bridge. He took off his hat and exhaled a trembling breath.

Ahead was the hazy morning light, behind was the bustling traffic, overhead were dark clouds, and underfoot was steel.

The full-body fibers were woven into his skin, each movement setting off countless ripples. The police badge on his chest melted into his lungs, each breath spitting out splashing steel sparks. The boots under his feet pierced into the land, each step was iron-blooded roots taking hold.

Cold fog rose from the Cat Getan River, and the rear half of the luxury sedan gradually sank into the water, like a mountain swallowed by the abyss.

When he gazed into the abyss, the abyss also gazed back at him.

Gordon saw Schiller standing on the riverbank. Schiller was also looking up at him.

Schiller's lips moved, Gordon couldn't hear his voice. But he heard it again, heard the voice deep in his own heart again.

"I witnessed everything, you have no other choice. James Gordon."

?? Sorry, a bit late

? (End of chapter)