DC: A Cop in Gotham

Chapter 31: Masks, Secrets, and Consequences

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Falcone witnessed the defeat of the Assassin's League through surveillance. He had traveled to many countries in the more than ten years since leaving Gotham. His acumen from the underground world allowed him to detect the same surging undercurrent.

The League of Assassins was founded by Ra's al Ghul. Its original intention was to gather strength to create a beautiful world. However, in 700 years, Ra's al Ghul soaked in the Lazarus Pit many times, and the water corroded his mind. Ra's al Ghul's sense of Justice gradually shifted. He believed that humanity was a hopeless race and that a world without humans would be the most beautiful world.

For this reason, he sent members of the Assassin's League to lurk in various countries, attempting to defeat the entire world by assassinating heads of countries.

Falcone followed the clues and found Ra's al Ghul, the legendary "Devil's Head." It was precisely after understanding Ra's al Ghul's philosophy of breaking and standing that he decided to subvert Gotham.

Because of this, Falcone understands the power of the League of Assassins, and their shadow is behind many turning points that have affected human history.

And Batman was actually able to defeat Ra's al Ghul, which made Falcone change his impression of the "cross-dressing vigilante."

"It's not just Batman, these kids are pretty cool too."

Falcone was deeply relieved to see Dean and others fighting all the way to the elevator, even though he knew they were here to ruin his big business.

He played the role of a godfather in the underground world. The more outstanding young people were, the more he liked them. Just like the original Penguin, he was the original investor of Penguin. Now, he saw that Dean could walk with Penguin on the path he had arranged. Falcone suddenly became interested in talent.

"They are all rare talents, Roman."

A sneer came from under the skull-like mask. He never thought that there could be any powerful characters among the police, but at this juncture, Black Mask did not want to offend the man who had given him everything.

"The people you take under your command are the talents. Don Carmine, do you want them to be loyal to you? I can do it."

Falcone waved his hand. "I know the priorities. Concentrate your efforts. Roman, you are the one I value most."

He paused.

"What is its mental state?"

Black Mask behaved with ease. "After a month of hypnosis, its consciousness fell into a long sleep. As long as the body recovers completely, I can control it at any time to exert great power and rebuild Gotham into the city of your dreams."

Falcone's eyes were hot after hearing this. He put his hand on the cold glass and looked at the crimson body. He could never forget that day when a crimson meteor fell into the sea, and the hot lava overflowed the sea, creating a building island.

That day, Falcone witnessed a miracle, and he was convinced that only a miracle caused by a god could save the hopeless Gotham.

"You are God's gift to Gotham. After today, Gotham will be reborn!"

"Dong dong dong."

A fierce knock on the door interrupted Falcone's thoughts. He signaled with his eyes that many mafiosi were guarding the door with guns.

"Don't worry, sir, the door is specially reinforced. They can't get in without permission…"

"Tok tok tok!"

The sound of knocking on the door became louder and louder, so that no one noticed the faint "didi" sound on the side wall, which became more and more frequent. Finally, after an explosion, Robin and Nightwing broke through the wall.

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The transformation time of 20 seconds was not long enough. It was enough for Robin and Nightwing to descend to the bottom. Dean was carried down by Manaphy. Manaphy could still bear the weight of a person, but she couldn't fly fast.

"Let's make a plan first on what to do later."

Damian crouched at the bottom of the elevator shaft, looking at Dean, who was being lifted down by Manaphy's water balloon.

The Bat Family likes to make decisions before taking action, which stems from the fine tradition passed down by Batman, but this time both Nightwing and Robin decided to refer to Dean's opinions.

"Only you understand… well, the characteristics of Pokémon, I listen to you."

Damian never argued with professionals in unfamiliar fields. Leaders do not need to "know a little bit" about everything. Making good use of talents is the basic accomplishment of a qualified leader.

Dean was very happy with their cooperation, so he told them some things.

"Let me tell you in advance, the Gotham earthquake is unavoidable. All we have to do is find ways to reduce the damage. Wayne Group and the Gotham Police Department have already done 90% of the work at this point. We just need to ensure that it does not happen. Worst case scenario."

"As for the plan, I'm a cop."

Dean took out an anti-material sniper rifle out of thin air. In order to suppress the chaos in Gotham, Gordon took out many good things.

"The priority must be to ensure the safety of the hostages."

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After attaching directional blasting devices to the wall, Damian and Nightwing retreated to a safe distance.

"Would you like to have a competition?" Damian drew out his two swords.

"What's the bet?" Nightwing said in a relaxed tone. He didn't think he would lose.

"Each person counts one point. The loser has to repair Batman's aircraft. No one else is allowed to help."

"Okay!"

"Boom!"

The moment the wall broke open, two bat cubs rushed into the crowd.

Damian skillfully used two knives to cut off the enemy's limbs and tendons. This is a technique he improved from his own assassination instinct. It is not easy to kill people, but can also quickly render the enemy incapable of fighting.

In contrast, Nightwing's method of using a stick is much more violent than his younger brother's. In order to ensure that he will be knocked down with one blow and avoid repeated enemies draining his energy, every stick of Nightwing is full of weight.

The progress of the two is almost the same, and the difference is always only about two seconds.

Today, Nightwing especially liked to attack people's lower body, breaking countless legs, and even he felt phantom pain for some reason while beating him.

The mafia under Black Mask are mostly fanatics who have been brainwashed by him. They are all brave and fearless of death, but their numbness of thinking directly leads to slow reaction.

Although Damian and Nightwing have not yet reached the master's level of full dodge, the brainwashing puppet can't hurt them. Amidst the flying bullets, the two little bats dodge flexibly, harvesting the enemy's vitality.

Falcone quietly enjoyed Damian and Nightwing's performance until the last person fell. He looked at the gap in the wall. The young man he was most looking forward to meeting still didn't show up.

Nightwing slapped a sap on the last man who fell to the ground: "Fourteen! I won, Robin."

Damian pursed his lips, which was really cute, but soon he stared at Falcone with malicious eyes.

"It's not over yet, Nightwing, this person is worth 3 points."

Nightwing did not accuse Damian of changing the rules. He waved his long stick and stood in front of Black Mask.

"Roman, please don't disturb them, okay? That kid has some grudges with Falcone."

Black Mask stopped, and he recognized Nightwing's voice: "The first Robin? Oh yes, you have a new hero name now, Nightwing, hum, hahaha."

The terrifying skull opened its jaws, and the deep black mouth spit out vicious words: "Nightwing, you are the same as us, a victim of Batman, a mental patient. Changing your name and leaving your homeland cannot allow you to escape the shadow of Bat.

You and I both know that there is only one way…"

Black Mask's words were like quiet poisonous snakes, each word worming its way into Nightwing's heart, teasing what he least wanted to face and what he longed for most.

Independent, independent of Batman.

"No, there are many ways. Sooner or later I will surpass him."

Nightwing fought with a long stick and the unarmed Black Mask. Black Mask did not lose at all. Nightwing was not surprised. In terms of hand-to-hand combat ability, every Gotham villain only hated investing too few points.

After all, Batman's favorite thing is to use his fists to greet and interrogate. Even if they can't fight, they will fight after being hit a few times. Anyway, fighting is to learn to be beaten first.

Black Mask smiled disdainfully: "It's okay to lie to others, but don't even lie to yourself. We criminals know better than anyone how difficult, hateful, and…great Batman is.

Even if Batman is old, you can't compare to him. Only when you die and completely disappear can you have a chance, Robin!"

Amidst Black Mask's shouts, Nightwing suddenly saw a display window with a broken cloak placed inside. Through the reflection in the glass, he saw a red and green uniform, Robin's uniform, his uniform.

The young master stretched out his hand to touch the cloak, but the harder he stretched his hand, the farther away he was from the cloak, because he was getting smaller and the cloak was getting bigger.

Until there was a sound of bat wings flapping, he turned around and saw a figure standing under the searchlight. He ran forward desperately to catch up, but no matter how he ran, he seemed to stay in place.

At this time, the cloak fell, covering all the light.

But in reality, Nightwing's pupils were dilated, he put down the long stick, and let Black Mask hold the knife against his throat.

"Nightwing, you will always be a little follower chasing Batman, huh…"

Just like me.

Black Mask Roman Sionis is a man who chases the phantom of Bruce Wayne. He wants to defeat Bruce and Batman, even if he kills his own parents for this, he never hesitates.

Damian on the side saw Nightwing in danger, but he had no intention of helping.

Falcone noticed this and it interested him: "Aren't you going to help your companion?"

"My companion does not need help. If he needs help to deal with a delusional patient, he is not worthy of being my companion." Damian stared at Falcone coldly.

"It's you, Carmel Falcone. I have a score to settle with you."

"You didn't attack me directly. I thought we had to talk."

Falcone crooked his body and fell down. Seeing the blood stains slowly appearing on his left leg, the old man laughed.

"You are venting your inner anger, young man, why?"

Damian didn't intend to hide anything: "Because you shouldn't get involved in my family affairs."

"Without your influence in the underground world, the League of Assassins would not have been able to easily take root in Gotham without being discovered by Batman. My grandfather could only spend time gathering strength."

Damian put the blade on the floor, his eyes cold.

"By that time, I have grown up enough to intervene in the battle between the two of them. I will replace my grandfather as a link between the League of Assassins and Batman. My mother can get what she wants, and my grandfather can enjoy his old age. As for Batman, …I will take up his mantle."

"Now, everything has been ruined by you. No matter who wins or loses this time, one of Batman or Ra's Al Ghul won't matter anymore."

"Falcone, Roman, tell me whether I should kill you or not."

Falcone listened carefully to Robin's words and shook his head decisively: "You shouldn't kill me, and you can't kill me."

Damian nodded: "Yes, so I stuck the knife on the floor. You owe me your life. Can you give up your plan? I promise that I can change Gotham."

Falcone was still shaking his head: "You don't understand, I didn't want to live in the first place. The reason why I'm still sitting here is just waiting for someone."

Waiting for Penguin, waiting for Gordon, and waiting for Dean, the position in the new world is limited, and he is unwilling to occupy the young man's position.

Hearing Falcone say that he was indifferent to life and death, Damian's face turned gloomy.

On the other side, Black Mask handed the knife to the brainwashed Nightwing. In order to satisfy his own evil taste, he decided to end his sad life by Nightwing himself.

"Let's do it. If you die before Batman, you can be considered as surpassing him, hehehe."

Black Mask let out a weird laugh, Nightwing had a straight face, and the knife was getting closer and closer to his neck. Seeing that Nightwing was about to kill himself, a dazzling electric light exploded on the back of his neck.

The stinging sensation caused by the electric shock went straight to the brain, awakening Nightwing's mind. Black Mask screamed secretly and wanted to kill Nightwing by force, but Nightwing grabbed his wrist, locked the joints, and threw him to the ground.

"Roman, I grew up myself, but you didn't remember any of the lessons." Nightwing threw the knife aside casually, "Even Scarecrow has to update the poison gas formula regularly. Do you think that one alone can affect the mind?" We can't do anything about your mask?"

The method to crack brainwashing is very simple, physical stimulation of sufficient strength. Nightwing chooses electric shock. He always has a timer discharger in his belt, which is specially prepared for Black Mask.

"Roman, I give you a choice. Let go of the mental control of this giant beast and find a way to appease it. This can help you reduce your sentence by a few years."

Black Mask was amused: "Dean, do you think I don't understand the law? My sentence is five hundred years at least, your help won't do anything!"

Dean's heart sank when he heard this. Black Mask was unwilling to cooperate. The best outcome was not to expect anything, but to avoid the worst first.

He reached for Roman's mask.

Black Mask is also cruel. When he sees Nightwing trying to take off his mask, he forces his way out regardless of the physical pain, even if the price is broken limb bones.

But gaining this moment of freedom was enough for him to concentrate on awakening the sleeping beast.

Nightwing didn't have time to stop Black Mask, his eyes dimmed, and many people would die next.

Black Mask shouted the name read from the memory fragment of the beast.

"Wake up, @?#£§—"

"Boom."

The armor-piercing bullet penetrated the back of Black Mask's head, and his head exploded completely. It was unknown what material the mask was made of. The bullet shot out from between the eyebrows of the mask, leaving only a bullet hole.

The headless corpse fell, and the red and white stuff overflowed into the mask, slowly flowing out from the bullet holes…

Outside the wall hole, the invisible Dean pulled the gun bolt expressionlessly, and the golden bullet casing fell to the floor and kept spinning.

Being ignorant is scary, and people who use Pokémon to do bad things never end well.

What's more, Dean is not a Messiah, he is a policeman, an American policeman, a Gotham policeman!

"Hostage danger, threat eliminated."

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