American comic book police officer survival manual

"Who?"

Gordon turned his head in surprise upon hearing Lucius's muttering.

Did he just mention a name?

"Ah...it's nothing, I was just talking nonsense."

Having never heard of Poison Ivy before, Lucius could only awkwardly scratch his head, unable to recall this 'non-existent' character.

In his mind, it seemed that only Poison Ivy's toxins could take a person's life in this way.

It takes several days for ordinary ricin to become fatal. Although it is difficult to treat once poisoned, it is unlikely to cause poisoning on the same day.

The fact that the manager died so quickly suggests that the concentration of the plant toxins was too high. It seems that only Poison Ivy would use such a method of killing.

"Alright, stop whispering. We need to find the source of the toxin now to prevent more people from being poisoned."

Having confirmed that the victim had indeed died from internal bleeding, Harvey wiped his hands and slowly stood up.

Unfortunately, it seems that this prosecutor's intentions are difficult to guarantee...

A young man rushed out from among the police officers who had cordoned off the scene and shouted at Gordon:

"Damn it! Sheriff, the restaurant staff are starting to show signs of poisoning too! They're all in bad shape!"

"What?"

Didn't they already cordon off the area and strictly prohibit anyone from entering or leaving?

"Are there still people being poisoned?"

Who came into contact with the source of the poison?

Lucius's expression changed slightly. He touched the small bottle in his pocket and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the item was still there.

Faced with Sheriff Gordon's questioning, the officer who came to report the incident looked utterly embarrassed.

"I don't know! All the restaurant staff have been confined to the kitchen; they shouldn't have had any contact with outsiders."

"The poison is in the kitchen! Quick, we're there right now!"

Realizing that these employees had also been exposed to the highly toxic toxin ricin, prosecutor Harvey immediately shouted anxiously, "Notify the hospital immediately, and induce vomiting in the victims right away!"

With Prosecutor Harvey taking over command at the scene, Sheriff Gordon nervously approached Lucius and whispered, "Is there anything we can do?"

"...Why do you always come to me?"

"Hey, who knows? You always seem to have a way."

God be kind, ever since Lucius transferred from Manhattan to Gotham, Commissioner Gordon has always been able to find surprises in this young officer.

Those veteran cops who had been in Gotham City for decades didn't seem to be able to offer him as much help as Lucius.

In the past, whenever Gordon encountered a problem, he could only rely on himself and Harvey to discuss solutions. If there was no solution, he could only rely on Batman to handle the situation.

The entire Gotham police force has lost face. They seem to exist only to highlight the villains' abilities, constantly being manipulated and rendered meaningless, unable to protect anyone.

But Lucius was clearly different from them.

"Ricin poisoning isn't necessarily caused by oral ingestion. There are signs of poisoning throughout the kitchen, so it could be due to nasal inhalation or other reasons." Under Sheriff Gordon's expectant gaze, Lucius could only offer his advice.

Although he didn't want to be too conspicuous and become the most conspicuous target in Gotham City, he did want to do his part now that the situation had worsened.

As long as it's kept secret as much as possible and the poisoner doesn't know, that's fine.

"If I'm not mistaken, the source of the poison might be in the kitchen's garbage can or other waste disposal area. Officers should be extremely careful when handling it, and it's best to avoid even direct contact. Wear masks and gloves."

After touching the small white bottle in his mouth, Lucius finally took it out.

"If the doctors can't save people quickly, let those who are poisoned try eating this. A small amount is enough."

"What's this?" Sheriff Gordon asked instinctively as he took the white bottle.

"The pills I prepared to guard against the scarecrow...have some detoxifying effect, but I can't guarantee their effectiveness. I'll just have to try them out as a last resort."

After obtaining the necessary medicinal materials, Lucius took precautions, fearing that one day the vengeful Scarecrow might ambush him with its unpredictable and terrifying poison gas.

Unexpectedly, before he could even use the antidote himself, he had already provided it to his colleagues.

Although the main ingredients of this stuff are some herbs that calm the mind and improve eyesight, it also contains some detoxifying herbs, so it might be able to help a little.

"Okay, I'll go distribute the medicine. You can think about who the culprit might be this time."

Gordon nodded with satisfaction at Lucius, his eyes filled with even more expectation and encouragement.

"ha?"

Lucius was stunned, unable to believe what he had just heard.

He had just taken out the small pills he had prepared to help everyone save people, but the next second he still had to continue looking for the murderer?

Is this some kind of all-powerful nuclear-powered donkey trying to outdo itself?

"Don't worry about it, I'll report your contribution, and you'll get a bonus and a medal."

With time of the essence, there was no time for empty promises. Gordon could only give Lucius a encouraging look, grab the medicine, and rush to the kitchen...

After so many years, he finally found a capable subordinate, so of course he wanted to use him to the fullest.

......

The kitchen of the Snowfield Restaurant.

In the brightly lit kitchen, pale-faced employees slumped helplessly over the countertop.

This is one of the best restaurants in the entire Diamond District, but now it is eerily quiet and intimidating.

"Where's the doctor? How is the situation?" Sheriff Gordon, carrying a medicine bottle, arrived late and could only watch as the medical staff hurried in and out.

"The situation is extremely serious..."

Prosecutor Harvey, who was directing operations at the scene, spoke in a somber tone, his eyes filled with worry.

A large number of employees have been affected by the toxin, and even medical staff appear to be showing signs of poisoning...

"Has the source of the poison been found?"

"There was a broken bottle in the kitchen trash can that appeared to have contained some toxins, but they have now evaporated."

Harvey was aware of the possible source of the toxin, but failed to take the necessary precautions.

He initially thought the staff meal had been contaminated with toxins, but he never imagined that toxins are volatile...

"Cough cough... vomit..." The prosecutor, pale-faced and clutching his abdomen, felt the excruciating pain within his body and understood why the general manager had died in such a state.

This damn poison, it really hurts...

"Harvey?" Sheriff Gordon's expression changed drastically upon realizing his old buddy had inhaled some toxins he shouldn't have while handling poison. "Where's the doctor?!"

"Let them go first, Gordon. They've been poisoned for longer. I'll just have to endure it."

Harvey pressed down on Gordon's arm, his brow furrowed as he endured the pain that came from his recklessness.

There are many more people in the restaurant who need treatment than he does.

The restaurant is now full of injured people. This highly purified plant toxin is extremely lethal. Compared to those whose lives are hanging by a thread, he can hold on for a while longer.

"No! You must receive treatment immediately, and so must the other officers!"

No longer relying on the medical staff on site who were too busy to even speak, Sheriff Gordon took out a small white bottle and held it to Harvey's lips.

"Come on, have a bite and try it."

"Gordon, what is this?"

"Never mind, a reliable young man gave it to me."

"you..."

Weakened by poisoning, Harvey was unable to stop the worried Sheriff Gordon. Before he could even open his mouth, a pill was forced into it.

"Gordon, you shouldn't..."

Just as Harvey was about to complain about his old friend feeding him some drugs of dubious origin, he suddenly felt the pain in his stomach ease—

"what?"

......