The Death Knell

"Gotham itself is not sick. The sick are the residents of Gotham, so we just need to change a group of residents. Although it makes me sad to kill so many people, it is like this when a strong man breaks his arm. There will always be Labor pain."

Falcone planned to pour himself a drink, but Sofia took the initiative to take the bottle and not only poured it for Falcone, but also refilled Gordon's glass.

"So many? That's 8 million! 8 million people!"

Gordon angrily put the wine glass on the table, and the golden wine inside spilled out.

"Father, Director Gordon seems to be unwell. Do you want me to take him to rest?"

Sofia asked Falcone with a smile, but there was a crackling sound from all the bones in her body, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. The cat on the carpet immediately woke up from its sleep and looked around alertly for danger. source of feeling.

Falcone comforted her, smiled and said no, and took out a few pieces of paper to wipe the table:

"It's okay. Gordon has been like this since I met him... When this incident passes and he sees the new Gotham, he will understand me. Also, although you are a girl, you Don't threaten others easily. Our Falcone family values ​​honor and rules, and convincing people with reason. It's too disgraceful for you to do that."

"Yes father, I will pay more attention."

Sofia softened, picked up the cat on the carpet, pinched its ears and played with it.

Falcone looked at her kindly, nodded, turned to Gordon and said:

"I made you laugh, haha. My daughter learned some skills in the Far East. She is young, so she is full of energy. Sometimes she is easily rude, so please bear with me in the future."

Gordon already felt that he could not communicate with the two psychos, but Falcone's words reminded him.

"Barbara! Where is my daughter Barbara?"

He sat up straight and looked at Falcone.

The smile on the Roman's face finally stiffened. He hesitated for a moment and whispered to Sophia.

"Turn on the TV and show Gordon." After saying that, he looked at Gordon apologetically: "Sorry, Gordon, I know you love her very much, but something went wrong with our invitation... ..”

Gordon stood up excitedly, but when Sofia passed by him to turn on the TV, he just waved her hand and he felt his legs lose their intuition and sat back down on the sofa with a pop.

"What did you do to her? How is she?" Gordon struggled, still staring at Falcone.

"It's not what we did to her, but you pissed off some people before and someone wanted to deal with you." He motioned to Gordon to watch TV.

At this time, another round of news was playing. Before Gordon could turn around to watch the TV, he heard a hoarse, demonic voice coming from the TV.

"Good evening, host, good evening! Gotham!"

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When Gordon came back to his senses, he felt completely despaired, with tears flowing freely on his face. In his mind, he kept replaying the image of the killer wearing a black and yellow mask shooting at Barbara, and her thin little body fell to the ground. Shot in the rain.

He hated himself, why did he offend others, but every time he got hurt, it was his family members? Barbara is only 17 years old, why is this happening?

Falcone also picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, looking very sad. Sofia was addicted to sucking cats, and her thoughts were on the white cat in front of her.

"My condolences, Gordon, I am deeply saddened by your loss. The original plan was not to be like this - you and your daughter would have happily enjoyed a family gathering with us and ours in the safety of the underground... .But I didn’t know that someone in the city actually invited Deathstroke. I’m sorry, my control over the city is not as good as it used to be, and I didn’t get any news.”

As Falcone spoke, he also found a new handkerchief and handed it to Gordon, saying sincerely that he had never wanted to hurt the Gordons and his daughter.

"What...what did I do? Who did I offend? It's me that deserves to die!!!" Gordon pulled his hair and banged his head against the armrest of the sofa frantically.

Falcone winked at Sofia, who immediately raised her hand and pressed it on Gordon's chest. Gordon found that he couldn't move his whole body except his head, and could only let tears flow from his eyes.

"Gordon, my good boy, don't embarrass yourself. It's not your fault. You just want to make the city better. You and I are the same. We are both good people." Falcone came over and took Gordon's hand. Den's body was adjusted so that he could lean back on the chair more comfortably. He pressed his chest and said to Gordon: "It's the people in this city who are wrong. They are crazy. We have to treat them. We can give them some treatment." Barbara got her revenge, and we have a chance now.”

Gordon didn't answer him, he just shed tears silently in his eyes and murmured in his mouth.

"Barbara...Barbara..."

He cut off his cognitive connection with the real world and was completely immersed in his own sorrow. Now he can't hear anything he said.

Falcone turned to look at Sofia. He didn't want Gordon like this. He had to kill Deathstroke and cheer up Gordon before Gotham was reborn.

"Sophia, are you sure you can defeat her?"

Sofia knew who he was talking about. Several expressions changed on her face, including loss, anger, and unwillingness, but none of them was what Falcone wanted to see.

She lay weakly on the sofa and shook her head gently: "Sorry, father, I am no match for her."

"How is that possible? Your teacher said that you are a once-in-a-century genius. You can go anywhere in the world after you graduate." Falcone frowned, a strong look of majesty coming over him. He suspected that his daughter was afraid of trouble. Be willing to take action.

Sophia sighed, she was not lying at all: "Then she must have only told half of what she said, because there is a world where you can go, but when you meet some people, it is best to avoid them, and Deathstroke is one of them. "

"Is she really that strong? I've never seen her in Gotham before." Falcone sat back in his seat, he already believed Sofia.

"Exaggeratedly strong. She is very young, maybe even younger than me. If you let me deal with Bliss, I can even catch her in front of you with just my legs, because bats don't kill."

Sophia smiled bitterly and shook her head. She knew her own strength well: "But Deathstroke is not good. She is not only a master of unarmed combat, but also a master of all weapons. All weapons means, whether it is swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, etc. Forks, submachine guns, howitzers, and even tanks, as long as they can be used to kill people, she masters them all with great proficiency."

"What did your master say?" Falcone calmed down, lowered his head and stroked the petals of the rose.

Sophia nodded and absently touched the white cat's head, which was stained with her lipstick mark: "Yes, because I may be close to Deathstroke's age, the teacher would sometimes offer to educate me. Even after I left school, Deathstroke It’s still the person she named me to avoid.”

"Hmm..." Falcone was thinking about something.

"The teacher said that if I faced Deathstroke, I would have a 60% chance of escaping with my bare hands. If Deathstroke used a sword, the probability would become 30%. If she used a hot weapon at the same time, I would...certainly die. No doubt." After saying these words, Sophia fell silent.

Silence returned to the room, except for Gordon's desperate murmur.