Chapter 79: Heart Like a Stone (Part 2)

Gordon and Barbara had a quarrel when they returned home, and Barbara waited for him until very late. She sat alone in the dark room, and on the table was a cold dinner, which Barbara had carefully prepared to celebrate their upcoming purchase of their first small home. Unfortunately, the most important protagonist was missing from this dinner.

Barbara knew that Gordon was very busy, but she also knew that Gordon was so busy not because he was incapable of completing his work, but because the place where he worked did not need police at all.

Barbara, who had accompanied Gordon all the way, knew very well that with Gordon's ability, it would not be so hard to go to any city other than Gotham. More importantly, Barbara also knew that even if Gordon worked so hard, it would be meaningless, and he could not save this place.

When Gordon came back, Barbara was sitting on the sofa, stroking a photo, which was a photo they took after the internship. In it, Gordon and she were very young, even children.

At that time, they were both less than 20 years old, and had just confirmed their relationship for less than two months. They got drunk at the party and talked about their ambitions together.

Barbara's family situation was very bad. She wanted to make money to improve the lives of her parents and brothers. Gordon was born in a middle-class family with a small fortune. Because the police had saved his family, he dreamed of becoming a policeman who upholds justice since he was a child.

Although they had different ambitions, they still fell in love. Even a long-distance relationship for several years did not make their relationship fade.

But on this night, it seemed that the emotions that had accumulated for a long time burst out at once. Barbara sat on the sofa and cried silently, and Gordon stood at the door without saying a word.

It's not that he didn't want to comfort Barbara, nor was he indifferent to seeing his beloved fiancée crying alone.

But he knew, he knew what Barbara was going to say, and he also knew that he couldn't answer Barbara's question-why did he have to stay in Gotham?

Gordon was not a native of Gotham. He was born in Chicago. He was not born poor. Instead, he was a child of the middle class. He lived a wealthy life since he was a child. He was not a super genius. Most of his achievements came from his efforts.

From his teachers to his classmates, to his fiancée who lived with him day and night, no one understood why Gordon gave up his bright future in the Chicago Police Department and came to this hellhole of Gotham, and stayed there for several years.

Gordon did not achieve any success in the Gotham Police Department.

His promotion speed was very slow. After several years, he was still the leader of only one group. He had not solved any major cases. Even if he contributed to some cases, the credit would not fall on him in the end, let alone upholding justice and changing Gotham.

But Gordon was like being possessed by a ghost. He had to stay here. All his former teachers and classmates always looked regretful when they mentioned him. In their opinion, even if Gordon knew a little flexibility, his achievements would be much higher than now.

Gordon walked over and hugged Barbara. She kept crying, but she didn't ask anything, because she knew that Gordon had never given an answer to the question she wanted to ask the most.

When faced with the choice between his police badge and his lover, Gordon always remained silent.

There is never a lack of crying in Gotham at night, but Barbara's crying must be special. Few people here will cry for their lovers. The warmth in their chests is not enough to warm themselves, and they will not cry loudly for something as illusory as love.

It is precisely because of seeing too many crying in Gotham at night that Barbara's sadness and tears make Gordon even more uncomfortable. He feels that he has become a murderer worse than those criminals.

He thought that when he decided to live in this abyss, he should not expect people on the ground to look at him more. Even if there is such a person, her end is just to shed tears to him, just like the cold rain that falls on him in Gotham late at night, but these tears are in vain after all. Thousands of lovers' tears are like thousands of drizzles, which cannot change this stubborn stone that does not know how to adapt.

The next day, Harvey came to visit Schiller again, which surprised Schiller a little, because this lawyer has always been very concerned about etiquette and rarely comes to the door without an appointment.

Harvey said, "Gordon came to me yesterday and hoped that I could find a legal counsel job for his fiancée, preferably in Metropolis or other southern cities."

"I think his mental state is a little bit wrong, so I came to you. I think he and his fiancée are not just quarreling. They have even bought a house and are even planning to have a few children, but now Gordon seems to want to break up with Barbara. This is not right..."

Schiller believed Harvey's intuition, but he called Gordon, and his number was unanswered. When he called Gordon's police station, his colleagues told Schiller that this hardworking detective who had been working overtime for several years did not come to work this afternoon.

Schiller had a bad feeling, and he quickly contacted Gordon's partner, Batman.

Last night, Gordon thought about it all night, and finally, he broke up with Barbara the next morning.

In order to let Barbara leave Gotham as soon as possible, he asked Harvey, a big lawyer, to find a new job for Barbara, preferably as far away from Gotham as possible.

Gordon was just an ordinary person. The emotional impact of breaking up with his girlfriend who he had been in love with for many years almost made him collapse.

In the police station, he had no intention of working all morning, and when it was noon, everyone went to eat, and Gordon could no longer stay in the empty office.

He walked out of the police station in a trance, just wanting to find a place with more people to stay, so that he would not be immersed in that desperate sadness.

But things did not go as he wished. As he expected, his troubles were far from over.

Not long after he walked out, he found someone following him. Gordon sobered up a little. He wanted to return to the police station quickly, where there were heavy weapon guards and would not be easily invaded.

But the people who followed him were cunning. When Gordon saw a few faces staring at him with ill intentions on the road ahead, he knew that continuing to move forward would never have any good results.

He only had a gun on him. Although the magazine was full, the lethality of the pistol was very limited. He could only rely on his familiarity with the terrain, turn right into the alley with the pistol, and then hide in a blind spot at a corner.

This behavior did not work. The people who followed him obviously knew the terrain here very well. When they saw Gordon turn right, they immediately followed him.

The footsteps outside the alley were getting closer and closer, and the sky gradually darkened. Gordon silently calculated the time in his mind. When the footsteps appeared at the entrance of the alley, he took advantage of the moment when the sky turned from dusk to dark, when people's vision was the worst, and Gordon fired a shot at the entrance of the alley.

Seeing that his bullet did not hit anyone, Gordon immediately gave up the first plan. He knew that the opponent must be a well-trained killer who would not be affected by vision.

He immediately put away the gun and ran back. Two gunshots came from behind. What surprised Gordon was that the gunshots were accompanied by the dull sound of silencers. Gordon immediately understood that this group of people were not natives of Gotham.

Gotham's killers would not put silencers on their guns. It was meaningless. No one in Gotham would make any extra reactions to gunshots. It was like putting earplugs on a deaf person.

Thinking of this, Gordon made a new plan in his mind.

The people behind him were chasing him more and more. Obviously, they were stronger and more explosive than Gordon. Gordon ran to the end of the alley and quickly climbed up along an outer wall.

When he climbed to the top of the wall, the people chasing him arrived. At that time, Gordon's action was stagnant. With a "bang", Gordon was shot. He fell down the wall and fell into the yard.

The shot hit his arm, but did not cause a fatal injury. Gordon covered his arm and continued to run forward. He ran and shouted: "The people of the Black Tower Gang have taken action! They shot! They shot!"

This yard is the backyard of a nightclub. Upon hearing this, someone rushed out immediately, and the man behind Gordon was surrounded by the gangsters.

At this time, he had just climbed to the top of the wall. At the moment when he was unable to move, he was hit by three or four bullets on the spot.

The action rule of Gotham is that no matter whether you can see or not, no matter who is on the other side, shoot him first, and then talk after the other party falls down.

But Gordon's crisis was not resolved. It was obvious that a group of people were chasing him. The first person he got rid of was just an appetizer. Soon, when he ran through the alley to the road, he saw a car rushing towards him.

It seems that they also have several plans, or they originally wanted to drive Gordon to the road through that person and then hit him to death with a car.

Gordon rolled directly to the right. The car did not hit him, but a black hole of the gun was sticking out of the car.

Gordon was shot again just as he stood firm. This time the gun hit his back and Gordon screamed.

However, because the gun was fired while driving at high speed, the bullet did not hit the vital part exactly, and it was a graze. The severe pain overwhelmed Gordon, but his desire to survive still made him keep running forward.

The more pain he felt, the clearer Gordon's mind became. He knew that if he continued to run like this, he would be caught up in a few minutes. He endured the severe pain and covered his chest tightly with one arm. The other arm was bleeding because of the gunshot.

Gordon followed the route in his memory and ran to the back door of an apartment. The back door lock here was broken and had not been closed tightly for many years. He pulled the lock hard with one arm. The wound on his chest made every movement produce unbearable pain, and Gordon's breathing began to get heavier.

Soon, the door was pulled open a crack. Gordon was not tall and not strong, so he could just squeeze in through the gap.

After entering, he still did not stop, but climbed up a small staircase in two steps, opened the window of the nearest corridor, and then climbed up desperately, closed the window, and hid on a protruding eaves outside the second floor.

Hearing the sound of banging on the door below, Gordon gritted his teeth, slid down the eaves, and fell straight onto an awning. Fortunately, when he slid down on his back, there was no trace of blood.

After falling on the awning, Gordon used up his last bit of strength to turn over and let the garbage bag below cover him. After a while, he heard the footsteps in the building disappear. The other party did not find him and seemed to have left.

Gordon was lying in a pile of garbage. He felt that every breath he took was full of blood. The bullet injured his lungs.

His arm was numb due to blood loss, but he could still clearly feel the engagement ring on his middle finger. His body temperature was gradually merging with the cold metal ring.

He recalled Barbara's unbelievable and heartbroken expression when he broke up with her.

He thought, Barbara was right. He was a fool, an incurable fool, a fool who would never learn to adapt and deserved to die alone.

Gordon felt an irresistible coldness coming, and then, a warm current gushed out from his body. The blood from the broken corner of his forehead when he fell flowed down his forehead and into his eyes, dyeing his vision bright red and covered with a layer of black fog.

Soon, it rained again in Gotham. There was nothing special about the rain today. It was just like every night rain in Gotham, fine and cold.

Gordon's consciousness gradually became hazy, like a trapped beast lying in the abyss. The lover's tears falling from the sky could not save his gradually fading life, but the rain that reminded him of his lover's tears made a more determined emotion surge from his heart, he thought.

If he was born a fool who could not learn to adapt, he would rather exhaust all his fresh life in this quagmire, with a heart like a hard stone.

Let him die here alone, let the rotten wind blow over his dry bones until it takes away the traces of his life, and then in the face of this endless darkness, the last trace of his soul still resists stubbornly and refuses to kneel.

Gordon thought -

Let him stay here, fighting ten thousand people alone, until dawn.