The Death Knell

"Fortunately we didn't take the tram." Cindy said to Su Ming beside her. She stroked her blond hair that was wetted by the rain and stuck to her forehead, and focused her eyes on the dashboard: "At this speed, we probably still can't do it." You can reach your destination in half an hour.”

Su Ming looked at the rain outside the window. On the viaduct not far away, there was a tram parked in mid-air due to the city's power supply problem. He didn't know if there was anyone there, or if someone was waiting for them to go home.

If the worst-case scenario unfolds, these people will not be able to return home.

Su Ming had thought about this problem before. Everyone else had a family, but he only had a rental house. He seemed to be always alone.

"If there is a chance, after the things here are over, I will leave and find a way to go to Earth 0. What are your plans?"

He turned around and asked Cindy a very jumpy question. At the same time, he was careful not to let the nosy reporters hear, and he stopped looking at the blackout tram.

Cindy thought for a moment and shook her head: "This is my world. Is the Earth 0 you mentioned your home?"

"No, that's not it. My home is further away... It's just a place I'm familiar with." He fumbled, and there were not many cigars left in the cigarette case.

"where is your home?"

Cindy did the same, and then she stopped the car because she saw a small supermarket on the roadside.

The two got out of the car, and she skillfully knocked off the door lock with a long stick. The two went in and searched while continuing the previous topic.

"Haha, I don't know, maybe there is a number, maybe not."

She stuffed several bottles of colorful alcoholic beverages into her backpack, then turned her attention to puffed food. She pretended to say casually while looking through the packaging bags.

"Then why don't you stay here? We can be partners for a long time."

"Your world is numbered Earth minus 11 in the Blood Domain, which represents the 11th world of the Dark Multiverse. Barbatos cannot be defeated here. He is the god of the Dark Multiverse. If you want to completely stop this In this crisis, I not only have to hide it from them here, but I also have to go to Earth 0. This is the only way for me to save myself."

Su Ming still spoke up about this problem. These emotions and thoughts had been lingering in his mind for too long. He needed others to share the burden a little. He didn't need any substantial help, as long as he could hear what he knew.

Cindy's hands paused in the air for a moment, and then she casually held the puffed food with tomatoes in her arms.

"Really? It seems there are a lot of things you need to explain to me..."

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Director Gordon regained consciousness from the darkness. He touched the back of his head and recalled what happened before.

He was pulled into the car by a group of people, but before that, while he was kneeling in the mud, he carved the license plate of a black van on his glasses.

He stuck it in the crack of the curb stone on the side of the road. If someone can find it, they may be able to find his location.

But this hope is very slim. After all, the bat has left the city. Who else can do this?

Although he was very optimistic about some young people in the police station, he was only optimistic. He knew that even if the police found the glasses, they might not be able to trace them here.

After all, he didn't know where he was now. The men in black knocked him unconscious after getting into the car.

The environment he was in now was a dark room, but it was not a prison cell as he imagined. On the contrary, the bed under him was very soft, and he could feel the smooth feel of silk just by touching it with his hand.

This did not make him feel relaxed. As an old policeman, he could feel that the surrounding environment was very humid and had an eerie feeling. It should be underground.

Glancing at his watch, he saw that he had only been unconscious for a little more than an hour. This time was not enough time for the vans to leave Gotham, so he was still in the city.

He slowly got up, everything on his body was intact, except that the gun was missing, and even the handcuffs were still around his waist.

It was as if he was really invited to be a guest, although the invitation was a bit more forceful.

He groped in the darkness and turned on the bedside table lamp. The soft light illuminated the small room.

On the bedside table, there was a glass of water, a bottle of painkillers, and aspirin. There were prescription notes and doctor's orders on the medicine bottles, and his name was written on the patient column.

They got this from his house! They invaded his home!

"By the way, Barbara!" Gordon remembered what the woman in black had said to him. They and another team of people went to the police station!

He stood up and quickly walked to the door without going to get the medicine.

Press the handle and just turn it, and the door will open.

Of course, not surprisingly, there were still several women in black guarding the door.

"Where is my daughter? Let me see her!"

Gordon seemed to be in a frenzy and grabbed a woman by the door, but was quickly pulled away by more hands.

"Director Gordon, our boss is waiting for you."

At this time, the woman who had punched him before came out from the corner of the corridor. She walked slowly to Gordon with almost the same amplitude in every step, and said to him with a smile on her face.

Only then did Gordon realize that he was in a cold corridor, with pale lights above his head, and the walls all around were tiles, just like in some hospital.

"Where is my daughter?"

The woman rubbed her temples as if she had a headache and sighed: "You will know when you meet our boss."

Gordon broke free from the people holding him, straightened his windbreaker, and patted the non-existent dust on it, as if his clothes were stained by these people: "Then what are you waiting for? Lead the way."

The woman didn't take it seriously, turned around and walked back the way she came.

Gordon looked around carefully, but he didn't get any information. Apart from making him more convinced that he was somewhere underground, nothing could be seen here.

The corridor is very long, and it is so white that you can't see the end. There are small rooms on both sides, but the doors are closed, and you don't know what is inside.

After turning several times along the corridor, and even Gordon felt lost, they finally came to a larger door.

This door is made of solid wood, decorated with beautiful gold edges and enamel, and is engraved with reliefs of the three goddesses of destiny, with lifelike expressions and expressions.

The woman knocked on the door, then stepped away and raised her eyebrows at Gordon, making a gesture of invitation.

Gordon walked in without fear.

In this room, he felt like he was in the study of Vayne's mansion. The tall bookshelves around him were filled with all kinds of books, and a fireplace was burning not far away.

There are family portraits on the walls, soft wool carpets on the floor, exquisite handmade sofas in front of the fireplace, sculptures in the room are also masterpieces, and even the best aroma of black tea comes from the teapot on the coffee table.

Everything made him doubt his previous judgment. This place was clearly a mansion of a big family, not some underground maze.

Until he saw a huge desk not far from the fireplace, with an unexpected person sitting behind it.

Even when he was alone, the man still sat upright, with his hair meticulously combed back. He was wearing an elegant handmade suit, with a rose in his breast pocket, and he was gently stroking the white cat in his arms. , looking at Gordon with a smile.

He was old, much older than the last time Gordon saw him. His originally black hair was now all white on the temples, and his face and the back of his hands were covered with wrinkles.

But the only thing that hasn't changed is that his eyes are still so calm and full of majesty, just like ten years ago.

"Gordon, my old friend, welcome to my family."

"Falcone......"

For a moment, Gordon could only watch in surprise as the figure said this name, and the name was so entangled with him that he could not speak for a while.

In the first ten years of his working life, Falcone was the mountain above his head. Everything in Gotham was related to him, bars, restaurants, gas stations, movie theaters, even the hot dog stand with a cart on the roadside. He is also the boss who has been traced back to the previous level.

He runs Gotham's dark order, and everyone lives under the exploitation of the gang family.