American comics: Play as Kizaru and get off work in three seconds

His hair was neatly combed back, revealing his angular forehead.

He was wearing a long black trench coat, the hem of which swayed gently with his movements.

He had his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, as if he was hiding a secret.

Maroni said impatiently: "What good ideas do you have? You can't let me give up this piece of fat meat for nothing."

There was a hint of annoyance on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He took a step forward, and his jewellery clinked slightly, as if in protest of his excitement.

Qin Yang said calmly: “I have my own arrangements, but you need to wait patiently.

At the same time, Gordon may become a stumbling block for us, so I have to make some preparations in advance."

His voice was steady and calm, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

There was a cold gleam in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

Maroni raised his eyebrows: "Gordon? That policeman with an overflowing sense of justice? What can he do to me?" There was a hint of disdain in his voice, and his eyes were full of contempt.

He clasped his hands in front of his chest, his chest held high like a proud rooster.

Qin Yang sighed lightly: "Don't underestimate him, the power behind him should not be underestimated.

I will keep Gordon 'out of sight' until the operation is over."

There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, and his eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was thinking about a specific plan.

Major Crime Unit Office.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the serious crime squad office, and the light was shining palely in every corner.

The desk was piled high with documents scattered in a disorderly manner. Some documents even fell to the ground and were stepped on and made dirty by people coming and going.

The walls were a monotonous grayish white, with a map of Gotham City hung on it. The map showed crime-prone areas with different colored markings, and those markings were as eye-catching as the scars of the city.

The water dispenser in the corner made a slight buzzing sound, as if it was dissatisfied with the tense atmosphere.

Montoya stared at Gordon sternly. Her eyes were like two sharp swords, seeming to pierce Gordon's soul.

She stood straight, her police uniform worn meticulously, with every button buttoned tightly, showing her seriousness and discipline.

Her hair was tied tightly into a bun, not a single strand out of place, just as serious as her attitude towards the case.

"Gordon, witnesses have testified that you are involved with gangs. What else do you have to say?" Her voice was cold and hard, echoing in the silent office like the bell of trial.

When Gordon heard this, he first widened his eyes in shock, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

His body leaned back slightly, as if he was hit hard by this sudden accusation.

Then, anger burned in his eyes like fire.

His face turned red and the blue veins on his forehead bulged slightly, like angry little snakes.

"This is absolutely a slander! How could I be a corrupt police officer?" His voice rose involuntarily, with a kind of grief and indignation after being wronged, causing a small commotion in the office.

Alan sat at the desk nearby, his eyes filled with a complex expression of sympathy and confusion.

His hair was a little messy, as if he had just run his hands through it, revealing his inner struggle.

The police uniform he was wearing looked a bit loose, as if he had lost a lot of weight recently.

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, making a rhythmic clicking sound.

"Gordon, we know you have always stood up for justice, but the evidence is before us, and you have to give us an explanation."

There was a hint of helplessness in his voice, as if he had no choice but to make such a request under the circumstances.

At this moment, Qin Yang quietly appeared outside the office. The lights in the corridor were dim and flickering, as if they would go out at any time.

Qin Yang stood in the shadows, his figure was partially shrouded in darkness, with only his clearly outlined profile exposed.

He had a pair of small headphones in his ears, the cord of which snaked down his collar.

He looked at the situation in the office through the window, his eyes calm and focused.

He conveyed instructions to Gordon in a steady voice through the headset.

"Gordon, stay calm.

I have prepared your statement, you just need to answer according to what I say."

There was no ripple on his expression, like a pool of deep water, making it impossible to fathom his inner thoughts.

Gordon took a deep breath, as if to temporarily suppress the anger and grievance in his heart.

His chest heaved violently, and then he tried to adjust his emotions.

He closed his eyes, then slowly opened them, and a hint of calmness returned to his eyes.

"Okay, I will cooperate with the investigation, but please believe me, I am innocent."

Although his voice was still trembling slightly, he no longer had the impulsiveness he had just had.

Barbara sat alone in the dim room. The room was filled with an atmosphere of despair. The curtains on the windows were drawn tightly, and only a faint light came in. That light was also sickly, as if it was partially swallowed up by the darkness in the room.

The wallpaper on the wall has peeled off a little, revealing the mottled wall underneath.

There was a shabby bed in the corner, with the quilt piled up in a mess, like an abandoned hill.

Barbara sat in a shaky chair, her body limp as if she had lost support.

Her eyes had lost their former luster, like two extinguished stars.

Her hair was scattered on her shoulders in a mess, some of it tangled, just like her confused thoughts at the moment.

She was holding a bottle of wine tightly in her hand, which looked a little awkward in her hand.

Her fingers were tightly gripping the wine bottle, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if the wine bottle was her only support at the moment.

Barbara muttered to herself, her voice hoarse as if it had been sanded.

Her lips were cracked and trembling slightly, and every word she spoke seemed to take all her strength.

"Why? Why did everything turn out like this? Gordon no longer trusts me, and the world has abandoned me."

Her eyes were empty and confused, staring straight ahead, but it seemed as if she saw nothing.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and the door made a harsh creaking sound, like the mocking sound of a demon in the darkness.

The "cannibal" serial killer appeared silently at the door.

His figure was set off by the darkness outside the door, making him look even more eerie.

He was wearing a long black windbreaker, the hem of which swayed gently with his steps, like the hem of a ghost's clothes.

His face was hidden in the shadows, and only a pair of cold eyes could be seen, which revealed a kind of madness and evil.

The "Ogre" sneered, and the laughter seemed to come from the depths of hell.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing a row of uneven teeth, which looked particularly terrifying in the dim light.

"It seems that you need a friend to accompany you through this long night."

His voice was low and hoarse, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue. (End of this chapter)