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He also reached out and shook Chief Gordon's arm tightly, in a gesture of mutual encouragement and support.

All the hardships and obstacles they had experienced together emerged in his mind. Each time they overcame the difficulties by relying on mutual trust and cooperation. He believed that this time would be no exception.

The night is deep, and countless unknown secrets are hidden in the shadows of Gotham City.

In a secret meeting room in the police station, the lights were dim and solemn. Qin Yang and Gordon sat face to face, and the atmosphere was tense and subtle.

The occasional sound of sirens outside the window seemed to add a sense of urgency to the conversation.

The walls of the conference room are off-white, with some stains and scratches, which are the traces of countless meetings and emergencies over the years.

The chandelier on the ceiling was a little dim, and there was some dust on the bulb, making the light even dimmer. The dim light sprinkled on the conference table, reflecting some scratches and worn corners on the table.

The conference table was made of wood, the edges were a bit rough, and the legs were slightly shaky, as if it would fall apart at any time.

The chair was also worn out, and the cushion had collapsed a bit, making it uncomfortable to sit on, but Qin Yang and Gordon didn't seem to care about that.

Gordon stared at Qin Yang and said with a complicated tone: "Qin Yang, what you just said... the robber is not dead, is this true?" Director Gordon's eyes were full of confusion and worry. His eyes were fixed on Qin Yang, as if to penetrate Qin Yang's soul and explore the truth of the matter.

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, forming a few shallow wrinkles on his forehead, and those wrinkles seemed to hide countless questions.

His lips were slightly pursed, as if he was suppressing the shock in his heart.

He placed his hands on the table, his fingers tapping on it unconsciously. The tapping sound was particularly clear in the silent conference room, and each tap seemed to be tapping on his own tense nerves.

Qin Yang said: “Yes, Director Gordon.

I learned through my channels that the robbery, which seemed to be over, was far from over.

Not only is the robber still alive, he may be planning a bigger operation.”

Qin Yang's voice was low and serious, and his eyes revealed a deep worry.

He looked at Commissioner Gordon, his expression as hard as a stone.

His hands unconsciously clenched under the table, and the joints of his fingers turned white from the force.

He recalled the process of how he obtained this intelligence, which was the result of countless investigations and tracking of clues. He knew very well how much panic would be brought to Gotham once this news spread.

Gordon said: “It’s… just shocking.

Is there anything else you want to tell me?" Commissioner Gordon's voice trembled slightly, his eyes widened, and the shock in his eyes became more obvious.

His body unconsciously leaned back, as if he wanted to stay away from this shocking news.

His breathing became a little rapid and his chest heaved violently. He tried to calm himself down and think of a way to deal with the situation.

Qin Yang said: "There is also something about the Arkham land plan.

I know there are a lot of rumors out there that I'm Falcone's guy and am involved in this plan.

But I want to make it clear that I am not a pawn of Falcone."

Qin Yang's tone was firm and sincere, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable sincerity.

He sat up straighter and leaned forward, trying to make his attitude clearer to Chief Gordon.

There was no hesitation on his face, and every expression spoke of his innocence. Gordon said, "Then why did you get involved? From what I understand, this plan is closely tied to your relationship with Mr. Bruce Wayne."

There was a hint of doubt in Commissioner Gordon's eyes, and his gaze wandered across Qin Yang's face, trying to find the answer from his expression.

He crossed his hands in front of his chest and tapped his arms rhythmically with his fingers, which was his habitual action when he was thinking about something.

His expression was serious and earnest, he wanted to get to the bottom of the matter, because the Arkham Land plan was related to the stability of the entire Gotham.

Qin Yang said: "Yes, I am indeed related to Bruce and the Arkham Project.

But my purpose is not for personal gain or the benefit of a particular family.

I see the disastrous consequences this plan could have for Gotham."

Qin Yang's voice was steady and powerful, and his eyes revealed a far-sighted vision.

He began to explain in detail, his eyes full of concern for Gotham.

“The land of Arkham is not only a historical relic, but also a delicate balance point of Gotham’s underground world.

The Falcone family may seem powerful, but their foundations are not solid.

Once the Arkham Land plan is implemented and the existing balance is broken, Gotham's underground world will fall into unprecedented chaos."

As Qin Yang spoke, he gestured with his hands, drawing some invisible lines in the air with his fingers, as if he was depicting the power map of Gotham's underworld.

His expression was serious and solemn, and he knew the importance of what he said. Every word was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, which would cause ripples in the situation in Gotham.

Gordon frowned, his eyes showing deep worry, and said slowly: "Your worry is not unreasonable.

But the question is, what are you going to do?" Gordon's voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

He paused, staring at Qin Yang, and then said, "I heard that you have had contact with some gangsters recently. This is not a good sign."

His brows furrowed even more tightly, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deepened by the knife of time, and every line seemed to hide worry and doubt.

Qin Yang raised his head slightly, his eyes firm and clear, he met Gordon's gaze, and said seriously: "Director Gordon, you know me.

I never wanted to become a criminal, and I never wanted to betray the trust Bruce placed in me."

Qin Yang stood straight, his posture as tall as a pine tree, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, the joints slightly white, "But sometimes, for the greater justice, we have to take some unusual paths."

Although his voice was calm, it revealed an unquestionable determination, as if an indestructible wall of belief had been built in his heart.

Gordon sighed softly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

He moved his feet, and the somewhat old police uniform on his body made a slight friction sound.

He said slowly: "Qin Yang, you have to understand that once you step into the world of gangs, it will be difficult to get out."

Gordon raised his hand and rubbed his temple with his fingers, as if trying to drive away the growing worry, "Every choice you make may affect yourself, even Bruce and the entire Wayne family."

His gaze became deeper, like an endless dark abyss, trying to make Qin Yang see the hidden danger. (End of this chapter)