American comic book police officer survival manual

"boom!"

The violent explosion occurred in an instant.

Holding the woman tightly in his arms, Lucius felt as if an invisible hand had punched him hard in the back, sending him rolling more than ten meters away on the ground.

The shattered metal fragments pierced the policeman's back like flying knives; after the intense burning pain came a strong tearing sensation.

The dizziness and excruciating pain from the impact completely shut down his already dazed brain. In his last moments before losing consciousness, Lucius could only sense a faint fragrance...

"Cough cough..."

Scorching heat, violent vibrations...

Clutching the file to her chest, Natasha calmed the dizziness in her head, still unable to believe what she had just experienced.

The fugitive, having failed to escape, actually detonated the vehicle.

Damn it, isn't this Gotham City, whose GDP is almost on par with New York? Why is it as terrifying as a battlefield?

Are all the people of Gotham so ruthless?

"Are you alright?"

Natasha, who had survived the ordeal, looked up at the man who had shielded her tightly with his body.

Seeing that Lucius's eyelids were closed, Natasha's expression changed, and she quickly reached behind him.

The sight of blood on her hands caused a moment of confusion to set in this usually strong female agent.

Natasha recovered from her intense guilt only after hearing that the other person still had a heartbeat.

Breaking free from Lucius's embrace, she didn't hesitate to take off her coat, intending to tear the clothes to stop his bleeding.

But the faint sound of police sirens nearby made Natasha, who was already hesitant, stop what she was doing.

She could already hear the sounds of propellers and car engines; those people would arrive in less than a minute.

But what she's about to do... absolutely cannot be discovered.

The trembling woman gripped the file tightly in her right hand, her knuckles as pale as Natasha's face.

"I'm so sorry..."

For her sake, Natasha had to temporarily leave Lucius to the police and doctors.

Gritting her teeth, Natasha took one last, desperate look at the fallen officer, then quickly left the scene with the file...

"Explosion site discovered!"

"Lucius's police car has been spotted. The injured person is on the right side of the car. Please send medical personnel to provide assistance as soon as possible!"

"No other threats at the scene. The suspect has been located. Please provide immediate assistance to the injured! Mission complete!"

......

"What did you say? The person we're looking for is dead? Dead in the car??"

In the Iceberg Restaurant, a fat, short man sat on his throne, staring with sinister eyes at his underling who came to report.

"Yes...yes, boss, we could have succeeded this time, but a policeman broke through our cordon, and that's how it happened..."

"Shut up!"

The enraged penguin abruptly rose from his seat, pointing the tip of his black umbrella at his trembling underling.

"Tell me, which policeman disrupted our plans!"

"It seems... it was a policeman named Lucius. He was caught in the explosion and is currently in the hospital receiving treatment..."

Terrified by the Penguin's reputation, even though the poor gang member was trembling like a leaf, he still managed to deliver the information to the boss in a clear and rapid tone.

Upon hearing a familiar name, the penguin immediately interrupted his underling.

"Wait? Lucius? Are you sure?"

Penguin had met with that police officer before, and although they hadn't reached an agreement, he had a very good impression of Lucius.

As a shrewd mob boss, the Penguin could sense Lucius's respect for him. Although the young master had an impressive background, he still had a basic respect for Gotham's gangs and would never be a fool or a hothead to offend his gang without reason.

No, something's wrong here!

Suddenly grasping at some suspicious points, the penguin looked up and questioned the underling who handled the matter;

"You're saying the guy who escaped is dead? Killed in the explosion? Right in his car?"

"Yes, boss, the police have secured the scene. Our informant has only brought back the first batch of information. The suspect appears to be dead; the cause was a car explosion. It was probably caused by a pit..."

explode?

His expression changed drastically, and the penguin abruptly snapped his umbrella in two, yelling in a shrill voice, "Bullshit! You idiot!!"

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!!!"

Damn it! It was all just that guy's trick! Everyone was fooled!!!

"A bunch of trash...being played like puppets, and yet they're smug about their actions!"

The enraged penguin roared in his restaurant, pacing back and forth in the room, but none of his men dared to breathe loudly or look him in the eye.

"That guy's still alive! Listen, we're going to find him by any means necessary! The one who died in the car was just a scapegoat! You bunch of useless idiots, I even have to deduce the identity of the deceased!"

Right under his nose in Gotham, a ruthless thug murdered dozens of his men, then used a scapegoat to distract everyone in a car before escaping without a care in the world...

Whether it's the police or them, they've all become clowns to be played with!

"Boss...where's that policeman?"

"Useless trash, bring me a gift and apologize! Without him, you don't know how many more people would have been killed in the explosion!"

......

"Have you confirmed his identity?" Gotham Police Department Chief Gordon asked anxiously as Harvey emerged from the morgue.

The prosecutor removed his gloves and shook his head, his face grim.

"It's not the 'upstream' that person mentioned. This guy is one of Penguin's underlings. He was probably tied to the driver's seat by the suspect and forced to drive away. The bomb was timed and seemed to have a trigger device that detected the location and speed."

The explosion was likely caused by the detection of excessively low speed...

They should probably be thankful that it was Lucius chasing the suspect this time; if it had been gangsters or police, they would have swarmed in as soon as the car stopped...

"It seems we're still far from the truth..."

Gordon returned to his seat with a gloomy face, his only consolation being that Lucius's injury wasn't too serious.

This time, they failed again. What they can confirm now is that the guy who poisoned the Snowfield Restaurant was just an insignificant pawn. He did tell us everything he knew, but the mastermind behind all these events has not yet revealed any clues.

"Speaking of which, is the toxic gas in the parking lot the same type of toxin as that at the Snowfield Restaurant?"

While desperately searching for clues, Harvey suddenly thought of a way to break the deadlock.

"Yes, but we haven't been able to find the source of this plant toxin yet..."

As Sheriff Gordon responded to Harvey, resting his chin on his hand, a name that Lucius had mentioned suddenly came to mind.

That name seems to be...

Poison Ivy?

......

"Um..."

Standing outside his colleague's hospital room, Brock would occasionally glance inside to make sure a girl was still by Lucius's side while he remained unconscious.

"Hmph, that guy really knows how to charm women..."

Forget it, I'm not in the way here anymore. I'll go downstairs and have a couple of cigarettes.

Leaving the female college student alone with her sweetheart, Brock slowly descended the stairs...

I really envy that guy. After making this contribution, he should be able to rest for a while due to his injury.

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