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The dim lights of the street lamps flickered in the fog, like a flame of hope that could be extinguished at any time.

The graffiti on the wall looked particularly strange in the dark, and the distorted patterns seemed like the mark of the devil.

Maroni's robbery operation and Qin Yang, Gordon and others' plan to prevent it were carried out simultaneously.

Maroni's men moved through the darkness like ghosts, their footsteps light and quick, like a group of rats foraging in the dark.

They were dressed in black and had black masks on their faces, revealing only a pair of eyes that were flashing with greed and ferocity.

They were holding various weapons, including knives with gleaming cold light and black muzzles of guns.

Their breathing was rapid and excited, as if the wealth that was about to be obtained had pushed them to the brink of madness.

As for Qin Yang and Gordon, they hid in a dark corner, their eyes fixed on Maroni's men.

Gordon's hand was on the gun at his waist, fingers slightly bent, ready to draw and shoot at any time.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's and he would not miss any suspicious movement.

Qin Yang stood quietly aside, his body relaxed but full of alertness.

His ears moved slightly, as if he was capturing the slightest sound around him.

I was constantly analyzing the situation in my mind and thinking about strategies to deal with it.

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During the confrontation, the sound of gunfire rang out in the night sky like popping beans, deafening.

The muzzle flames flickered in the darkness, illuminating faces filled with tension and anger.

The shouts and sounds of fighting intertwined together, forming a chaotic yet passionate symphony.

Qin Yang was like a ghost in the night. His movements were agile and quick, and he moved freely among Maroni's men.

Each of his moves was extremely precise, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

Gordon directed the operation in an orderly manner with his many years of police experience.

His voice rang out clearly amid the hail of bullets, bringing confidence and strength to his teammates.

However, Barbara's fall made everyone heartbroken.

Barbara used to be so full of energy and hope, her smile was as bright as the sun, able to dispel the haze in people's hearts.

Her eyes are full of love for life and pursuit of justice.

But now, she is like a withered flower, losing all color and vitality.

Her hair became messy and her eyes were full of confusion and pain.

Her body was thin and haggard, as if her soul had been devoured by darkness.

Gordon looked into the distance with a complicated expression.

His eyes showed both pity for Barbara and self-blame for his own powerlessness.

His eyes passed over the skyscrapers of Gotham City and fell on the distant horizon.

The sky there was a mixture of darkness and light, just as contradictory as Barbara's heart was now.

"Barbara, you could have been my light, but why did you choose darkness?" His voice was as light as a falling feather, yet filled with endless sorrow.

Qin Yang said softly, his voice was like the night breeze, gentle and with a hint of coolness.

“Everyone has their own choice and we can’t decide for them.

But we can choose how we face the world and what we want to protect.”

His eyes were full of understanding and tolerance. Although he was saddened by Barbara's fall, he also understood that everyone should be responsible for their own actions.

Qin Yang's secret room, night falls. Qin Yang's secret room is located in a hidden corner of Gotham City, surrounded by an abandoned factory area.

The entrance to the chamber is hidden behind a dilapidated wall covered with moss and cobwebs.

The mechanism to open the entrance is a seemingly ordinary brick. Only by pressing a specific position of the brick will the wall slowly open, revealing a narrow passage leading to the secret room.

There was an old-fashioned atmosphere in the passage. There were a few dim oil lamps lit on the walls. The flames of the oil lamps swayed in the breeze, stretching long shadows on the walls.

The floor of the passage was paved with rough stones. There was some water on the stones, which made a slight sound when walking.

Qin Yang sat in front of an ancient table in the secret room. The table was made of thick oak and the surface was covered with traces of time.

He tapped the tabletop with his fingers in deep thought.

His fingers were long and powerful, and every tap on the table made a crisp sound that echoed in the silent room.

"Penguin, Oswald Cobblepot, your rise will be the most ingenious move in my plan.

The Maroni family is just a stepping stone to the top."

There was a calculating gleam in his eyes, as if the entire Gotham City was under his control.

The scene turns to the Penguin's private study, which is decorated very luxuriously.

There are expensive oil paintings hanging on the walls. The characters in the paintings are lifelike, as if telling ancient stories.

There is a huge bookshelf in the study, which is filled with various hardcover books. The paper of the books exudes a faint scent of ink.

The floor is covered with thick Persian carpets with exquisite and intricate patterns, and every stitch and thread exudes a sense of luxury.

The Penguin was flipping through the account book. He was sitting behind a huge desk made of mahogany with a surface as smooth as a mirror.

His brows were furrowed, and a deep "川" character formed between his eyebrows.

His eyes were fixed on the numbers in the account book, and a hint of anxiety was revealed in his eyes.

His fingers slid across the account book, as if looking for clues to solve the problem.

"With this loss on paper, that old fox Maroni will cause me trouble sooner or later."

His voice was low and hoarse, like the roar of a wild beast trapped in a cage.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and the sound was particularly harsh in the quiet study.

The phone was an old hand-cranked one, its black body gleaming with metallic luster under the light.

The Penguin picked up the phone, his hands trembling slightly, not knowing whether the message on the other end of the line was a blessing or a curse.

Qin Yang's voice on the phone was low and mysterious.

The sound seemed to come from the bottom of a deep well, full of unknown temptations.

"Mr. Penguin, I heard that you have been having some troubles recently? Perhaps I can give you some advice."

Every word he uttered seemed to be carefully chosen, full of an irresistible magic.

The Penguin Man was surprised and curious, his eyes widened and his mouth slightly opened.

"Who are you? Why do you think I can trust you?" There was a hint of vigilance in his voice. After all, in Gotham City, a place full of conspiracies and intrigues, trust is an extremely luxurious thing.

Qin Yang's voice was still calm and mysterious: "Trust? In this city, all we need from each other is benefit.

I can make your position in the Maroni family solid, even surpass his."

His words were concise and direct, touching the Penguin's heart.

The Penguin sneered, with a hint of disdain in his laughter. (End of this chapter)