American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

"Mr. Padrick!"

Bruce, who was held by Peter and landed on the ground, looked at Peter who suddenly appeared in shock.

"You jumped well, Bruce, but your luck was a bit bad at the last jump!"

Peter let go of Bruce, "But it's not bad, taking the first step against fear."

Bruce's heart was beating wildly, and surviving a disaster made his head feel unreal and dizzy.

"Sir, why did you come here?"

He asked in disbelief.

"If you have an accident, Bruce, I'm afraid I can't cash my $20,000 and the bar."

Peter rubbed Bruce's hair, "Don't forget, our deal is not over yet."

Bruce knew Peter was joking with him. He touched his sour nose and thanked Peter: "Thank you, sir, our deal will always count, no matter what happens."

"I believe in your promise, let's go, it's not safe here."

Peter said as he took Bruce away from the scene quickly.

"Sir, what should we do next? Will you go back to Metropolis?"

Bruce asked with both expectation and fear.

"If I insist on going back to Metropolis, you will definitely stay in Gotham, right?"

Peter took Bruce to a high-powered Harley motorcycle, and without waiting for Bruce to answer, he continued: "I will return to Metropolis before dawn, and the time now is."

He looked at his watch, "10:02 pm, which means we have less than eight hours, but one night is enough."

"What for eight hours, sir?"

Peter turned around and looked at Bruce, "Find the Court of Owls."

"This is impossible, sir, the Court of Owls has been lurking in Gotham for centuries, and we can't find them."

Bruce stuttered.

"There will always be clues, Bruce."

Peter handed the motorcycle helmet to Bruce, "And they have already appeared since today."

Bruce put on the helmet, sat in the back seat, and hugged Peter's waist.

With a roar, the motorcycle immediately ran wildly on the streets of Gotham.

While driving his motorcycle, Peter called Martian Manhunter, "Jones, have you found James Gordon's phone number?"

According to his previous life's understanding of Gotham, the only person who could help now might be this upright policeman.

Although Gordon now might not be the experienced old detective in the future.

After receiving Gordon's call from Martian Manhunter, he immediately dialed the phone.

At the Gotham Police Department, police officer James Gordon was overwhelmed by the chaos in Gotham, and his cell phone suddenly rang.

"I'm James Gordon, who is this?"

"Officer Gordon, I want to talk to you about the Court of Owls."

Hearing the word "Court of Owls" coming from the microphone, Gordon's heart "clicked".

"Who are you? Why do you know this organization?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, but if you want to talk, you can go to the rooftop of the Gotham Police Department, and I'll wait for you there."

After Gordon hung up the phone, the expression on his face kept changing.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally gritted his teeth and rushed to the rooftop.

On the rooftop, Gordon looked around.

The dark night was quiet, and it seemed that no one was waiting for him here.

"Officer Gordon."

Hearing the strange voice, Gordon was startled and turned around.

What he saw was a shadow bathed in shadows.

The night obstructed his view of the other person's face, and a sense of mystery lingered around him.

"Who are you?"

Facing the elusive existence, Gordon's vigilance was raised to the maximum.

"That's not important, Officer Gordon, I think you must have found out about the Court of Owls, right?"

Gordon took a step back, "How do you know? Who are you?"

Peter stared at the handsome middle-aged man in front of him, and he couldn't match him with the old Gordon he knew in his previous life.

He shook his head and dispelled the sense of disobedience. "Don't worry, I'm not a thug. I'm trying to give this city some hope."

"The Court of Owls controls a laboratory in Indian Hills to study serum viruses. Officer Gordon, you send someone to investigate there. I believe you will find something valuable."

Peter paused and continued, "Now, let's exchange information. I think you will tell me the clues you have, right, officer?"

Gordon looked at Peter in the shadows hesitantly, and finally chose to believe him.

"I haven't found the location of this organization yet, but I found that the former mayor of Gotham, Wally Krohn, has a close relationship with this organization. He must know the secrets of this organization."

"Former mayor?"

Peter nodded with satisfaction after hearing this answer.

"Bang!"

Gordon was startled by the sound of gunfire near the police station.

He turned and looked in the direction of the gunfire, and when he turned to face Peter again, he found that the other party's figure had disappeared.

In the distance.

Bruce, who was observing the scene on the rooftop, saw Peter's method of coming and going without a trace, and his eyes lit up.

I will try this way of meeting Officer Gordon in the future.

One hour later.

Peter grabbed the collar of the fat former mayor with one hand and pushed him to the edge of the roof.

"My time is valuable, so Mr. Mayor, we don't have to beat around the bush, tell me, where is the headquarters of the Court of Owls?"

Wally Crohn looked at Peter standing in front of him in horror, "I don't know what you are talking about."

He was resting at home, but in the blink of an eye he was kidnapped by the devil and taken to the rooftop.

"It seems you don't know who you provoked!"

Peter pushed Wally Crone back violently.

The former mayor, whose body was out of control, immediately felt a sense of weightlessness.

He let out a shrill scream as he fell downstairs.

The moment he was about to fall, his tie was grabbed by Peter.

Wally Crohn, who was leaning back with half of his body protruding out of the rooftop, did not breathe a sigh of relief because he was rescued, but instead let out a more miserable cry.

"No! No! Sir, don't let go! Please!"

Peter grabbed the other person's tie, shook his head and said, "I'm not sure if your tie can hold up. Now, tell me everything you know about the Court of Owls."

"I said, I said!"

The frightened Wally Crohn immediately begged Peter for mercy.

However, before he could say anything about the Court of Owls, a "whoosh" sound suddenly sounded through the air.

Wally Crohn's head was directly stabbed by the dart, and blood spurted out.

Bruce next to him was shocked by Peter's interrogation methods, but he didn't expect that Wally Crohn would be killed.

The sudden change immediately stunned him!