American comic book police officer survival manual

"Hey, what did you give me? A strong painkiller?"

The pain in his abdomen vanished almost instantly, which surprised Harvey as he looked at Gordon.

Painkillers have no therapeutic effect; they are merely a way to cover up the problem and a temporary fix.

It numbs the nerves, but it can't solve the problem; it's like burying your head in the sand... Harvey remembers Gordon never liked this thing.

"But the painkillers you gave me this time worked way too fast, where did you buy them?"

No longer needing to be pale and hunched over, Harvey was finally able to straighten his back after being poisoned.

"Painkillers? But I remember that kid said they were for antidotes... Never mind, let the poisoned police officers and doctors take one first."

Seeing the immediate effect of the pill on Harvey, Gordon couldn't care less whether the pill was for pain relief or detoxification; as long as the situation was stabilized and no one else got hurt, that was enough.

Gordon hastily distributed the pills to everyone present who had been poisoned, which at least improved their spirits and energy, offering some consolation.

"Huh? If you're not poisoned, why are you lying on a stretcher?"

Looking at the data displayed on the instrument, the doctor and the lying police officer stared at each other, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

"What? But... I just felt like my internal organs were being torn apart..."

"But your organs look healthy...and your blood indicators are normal. Are you still feeling unwell?"

"No... I feel fine."

"Fuck! Get down here!"

The doctor, clearly annoyed, shoved the shameless police officer, waved, and called out:

"Next."

"Let's all get a blood test done. The situation doesn't seem that bad."

After taking the medication, Harvey felt as if he had recovered.

Everyone was worried that the pill's effect was only pain relief, so they put him back on the stretcher to make sure there were no toxins left in his blood.

After all, the way one of the managers died was so gruesome that it made everyone's hearts pound.

"Okay, let's do a unified blood composition test, and also take that toxin vial for testing."

After things stabilized, Gordon didn't forget to investigate the case.

The situation was quite serious. If it weren't for Lucius's help again, the spread of the toxic gas alone would have been enough to kill many more restaurant staff and police officers.

"What does this remind you of, Harvey?"

A canister of poison was left at the Snowfield Restaurant, penguin territory, and it not only killed the manager but also nearly wiped out the entire restaurant staff...

The astute Gordon sensed the undercurrents of gang warfare.

Without the toxins interfering, Harvey was able to calmly consider the situation. He washed his face with water, his eyes conveying a meaningful look:

"It's not like a typical gang fight. Normally, poisoning the manager would be enough to throw the Snowfield Restaurant into chaos. Ordinary employees shouldn't be the target of the poison."

This situation is strange. Logically speaking, most of Gotham's gangs have already been taken over by the Penguin. If we must say what else can rival the Penguin...

"Is it possible that this was all just an accident?" Lucius, hands in his pockets, watched his colleagues put the broken poison canister from the trash can into an evidence bag, feeling that this incident was handled by a complete novice.

"Gotham has never seen such a mixture of plant toxins before. Even the poisoner probably didn't anticipate how terrible the toxins were, which is why the carelessly discarded poison canisters almost killed all the employees."

Lucius still felt that this incident was the work of Poison Ivy, but he was not quite sure why Poison Ivy's toxins would be stored in jars instead of being directly injected into the manager's body through plants.

"Even the poisoners didn't expect... wait, it's that shipment from last time!!"

Gordon's heart sank; the worst had finally happened.

The shipment that was stolen from the Penguin has been turned into the most dangerous poison.

Batman only managed to retrieve half of the raw materials; the other half ended up in the worst possible place.

"Damn it, we have to thoroughly check all the surveillance footage in the area immediately! This poisoning incident is just the beginning!!!"

If the remaining half of the goods were used to make such a terrible toxin, what would happen if it entered the black market or was used elsewhere...?

His face was extremely pale. Sheriff Gordon no longer felt the joy of controlling the casualties; his heart was filled only with anxiety about the future.

"Now it's our turn to work... let's all start working overtime."

Harvey also realized that Gotham was in an extremely dangerous situation, so he mobilized many of the resting police officers and began to intensify the investigation into the source of the toxin.

"Uh... do I have to work overtime too?"

Seeing the unprecedented unity and determination among Gotham's police officers, Lucius couldn't understand whether it was because they too had nearly been poisoned, or because of the conflict between their enemies and the gang...

Anyway, this time, the matter has blown up so big that the Penguin will definitely issue a strict order to investigate. When both the black and white factions work together, the suspect should be caught very quickly.

"You did a great job, go and rest. You've been a great help this time."

Having already learned about Lucius's family situation through some means, Gordon didn't expect the young man to work overtime.

If he can provide clues or life-saving pills every time, that will be enough.

It would be a waste of his talents to ask him to conduct such a large-scale search.

"We'll call you when we need you." Knowing that the pill he had taken came from Lucius, Harvey's gaze softened even more.

He now understood why his old friend Gordon had been praising the kid so highly.

"A holiday? That's great!"

Lucius was thinking of preparing more medicine so that he could save his life and earn some extra money at the same time.

He had no interest in physically demanding work, as it offered no opportunity for merit and wasted his time.

Instead, we should study pharmacology more and see if we can find some other precious medicinal materials.

"Don't be too happy yet. If this time it really was done by 'those people's' henchmen, you might have to come and help them too."

"Those people?"

Unaware of the Penguin's previous gangster background, Lucius didn't understand Gordon's meaning.

But the sheriff had already begun mobilizing police forces to cordon off the nearby streets and had no time to talk to him in detail.

"Hey, do you have any more pills?"

Just as Lucius was about to go home, a rough voice rang out, and it was none other than Brock, that scoundrel.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to buy two...this is a lifesaver."

Brock slapped the fleshy parts of his face with his rough palms, and the memory of the excruciating pain he had felt when he was poisoned sent chills down his spine.

If it weren't for this playboy's help, at least 20-30% of the police officers would have been laid off this time.

"Hey, my medication is limited too."

Even Sheriff Gordon didn't dare to press for more information, and in reality, Lucius didn't have much in reserve either.

"Three hundred dollars per piece."

"make a deal!"

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