Bruce Wayne.

Gordon is very familiar with the owner of this name. After all, the two have known each other for many years, and when the other party was a child, he knew each other.

But is the other party here to do business with Bruce Wayne?

Gordon glanced at Russell suspiciously, but suddenly remembered Russell's surname.

Bloom.

It wouldn't be that...Bloom, if so, the other party had business dealings with Bruce Wayne, then that would be nothing strange.

Gordon felt a little sad, and then said, "Mr. Bloom, please tell me what happened. During the process of your talk, I will plan your narrative from time to time. Please forgive me."

"Well, no problem." Russell responded, and said in full what happened, starting from his own tied up by black man and scar.

Of course, he had mostly spared the words between him and the two kidnappers.

"So, how did those three people die?"

Russell knocked his forehead and said without hesitation: "I don't know, Scar and the Black man suddenly killed the two people, and then Scarface was killed by the Black man."

"Suddenly killed the other party?" Although Gordon was a little confused, he still wrote down his face blankly, and then said, "What's the reason? Does Mr. Bloom understand?"

Russell shook his head and said, "They didn't say anything special before they killed each other."

"Oh, by the way, the two people who were beaten to death seemed to complain about the black man and Scarface."

"What are you complaining about?" Gordon asked immediately.

"I think they are struggling or something."

Gordon lowered his head, feeling that this did not form the other party's motive for killing.

"Wait..." Gordon suddenly remembered Russell's description just now and asked: "Mr. Bloom, you just said that the two robbers called out your name when they caught you?"

Russell nodded and lied sincerely: "Yes, they also said that their boss wanted to catch me back, saying it was a big business or something."

Gordon wrote down Russell's words. Although Russell's words had already instinctively aroused the idea that the black man wanted to stop the big business alone, as a policeman, he had to be alert to his instincts at all times, because at some point his instinct would lead him on the road to deviating from the truth.

However, at some point, people have to rely on their instincts, so Gordon just wrote down his thoughts and continued to ask new questions.

Staring into Russell's eyes, Gordon said, "Although it's a bit rude to say this, I would like to ask, why are you not injured at all when three people died?"

Gordon's eyes pierced his heart like a sharp arrow, looking at Russell's eyes and face tightly.

Russell smiled and said calmly: "Officer Gordon, first of all, you should be glad that I was not injured, otherwise, your Gotham city and police station will face a lot of trouble. Secondly, as the heir to a large company, I have been granted the experience of what to do in similar situations since I was a child, so I also learned some fighting skills."

"Of course, the most important thing is that these three people did not remain vigilant enough to the attackers. They died suddenly, so there was no melee, so I was not injured."

Gordon nodded and wrote down Russell's words.

At this moment, the two policemen walked towards Gordon and said at the same time: "Sir Gordon, we..."

Gordon made a gesture to the two, stood up, and said, "Thank you Mr. Bloom for your cooperation, please sit here and wait."

"Okay, no problem."

Gordon smiled apologetically and walked towards the two of them, taking them far enough to make sure that ordinary people couldn't hear it, and spoke, "How are you doing, what's going on?"

"Those people were members of a small gang. The gun in Scarface's hand was missing a bullet and found on one person outside the black man. The gun in the black man's hand was missing three bullets, one on Scarface, one on the other, and one on the other, and the warhead was also found where you said."

"As far as the situation is concerned, except for the black man you killed, the other three should have died in internal strife."

After the words came to an end, Gordon patted the two of them on the shoulders and said, "I understand, thank you for your hard work."

At the same time, Russell, who was sitting quietly on the other side, gently picked the corner of his mouth.

After a moment Gordon came over, Russell looked at his watch and said impatiently: "Officer Gordon, can I leave?"

Gordon looked at Russell and knew that he had been able to cooperate with him for so long, so he spoke: "Okay, look at the transcript, and just sign your name on it if you say the same thing as what you said."

"However, if there is any new progress in this case, I will ask you if you need to trouble you at that time, please forgive me."

Russell didn't even look at it. After writing his name with a big stroke, he said, "Sir Gordon, Gotham's security should be well managed."

Gordon nodded and said apologetically: "I'm sorry for causing trouble to Mr. Bloom."

"Here, I sincerely suggest that if you want to visit Gotham, it is best to bring some people to protect you."

Russell stood up and said, "Thank you for your advice."

"Goodbye, Mr. Bloom." Gordon stretched out his hand.

"If you see you here, forget it!"

Gordon was stunned for a moment, smiled and said, "You are right, this is not a good place."

Russell smiled, shook hands with the other party, and said, "Thank you for saving me, Officer Gordon, I'm happy to know you."

After the words came to an end, Russell picked up the clothes he placed on the back of the chair and slowly left the police station.

But Gordon stood there, looking at Russell's back, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes. He always felt that Russell was hiding what he was hiding.

"Tsk tsk, you are worthy of being the boss of a big company. When you encounter such a thing, you are so calm. You are indeed not an ordinary person." At this moment, a policeman walked up to Gordon, hit Gordon with his shoulder, and said, "No, the information you want from Russell Bloom is the same person."

"Godden, fortunately you saved him, otherwise we will be in trouble." The police patted Gordon on the shoulder and turned around and left.

Gordon sat down and looked at Russell's photo on the information. He always felt something was wrong.

At the same time, Russell, who came to the police station for a walk, was in a very good mood and did not feel that this incident disturbed his good mood at all.

Because after meeting Jim Gordon, he achieved some small achievements and achieved some small achievements.
Chapter completed!