bookbashuk Chapter 331 Gotham Gun God
Chapter 331 Gotham Gun God
Chapter 331 Gotham Gun God
A few minutes later, Harvey finally recovered and got out of the car.
Du Mu glanced down at him and asked, "Why did you change your pants?"
Harvey remained unfazed: "I noticed those pants weren't completely dry, so I simply changed into a spare pair."
"As expected of a veteran, you're well-prepared, even carrying spare pants with you," Du Mu said admiringly.
"Keep a low profile; you still have a lot to learn."
The police car had already turned off its engine and was parked silently at the edge of the abandoned industrial area.
Less than 100 meters ahead is the old dock along the Gotham River.
The river surface shimmered with a dark, dull light. Several rusty cranes leaned precariously against the bank, and the air was thick with the damp smell of river water mixed with rust.
This riverside wharf was once the core distribution center for Gotham's inland waterway freight, but it was completely abandoned after the main port was moved out.
Due to its remote and deserted location, and its proximity to the river, it was a favorite spot for Gotham's criminal underworld, becoming a common place for gangsters to dispose of bodies and cover up their crimes.
Thanks to the gang's long-term efforts to bait the fish, this area is teeming with fat fish, attracting many anglers who come from far and wide. Almost every day, you can see a row of anglers sitting by the river with their rods.
However, these fishermen always manage to catch some strange things, such as personal clothing, jewelry, Gundam fragments, or even complete Gundams.
You can catch almost anything except fish.
Moreover, these fishermen were surprisingly daring.
During fishing, unidentified humanoid floating objects often glide across the water. They only glance at them and continue watching the float until they pack up and leave before calling the police.
Even more remarkably, some people witnessed the entire process of gangsters dealing with the scene firsthand, yet remained calmly seated on their stools, their fishing rods motionless.
His calm and collected demeanor led the gangsters to mistakenly believe they had stumbled upon some powerful and unassuming Gotham boss, so they didn't dare to approach and slunk away.
In fact, these anglers had just baited the area and didn't want to disturb the fish.
Harvey glanced down the riverbank and saw several fishermen sitting a dozen meters downstream. They were all wearing fisherman's hats and windbreakers, holding fishing rods and staring intently at the water. They didn't even raise an eyebrow at the police car parked by the roadside.
He was somewhat skeptical: "Are you sure the clue is here? Don't tell me those guys fishing are from the Masked Company?"
"That's right."
Du Mu nodded, his tone resolute.
Harvey raised an eyebrow and carefully examined the group from head to toe, but found nothing unusual.
"But they look perfectly normal, how could they possibly be from the Masked Company?"
Du Mu chuckled and said, "Harvey, your observation skills still need improvement. Didn't you notice what was in their buckets?"
"I see, it's a fish. What's the problem?"
"That's the biggest problem: how could there possibly be fish in a fisherman's bucket?"
Harvey:
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In his more than ten years in the industry, he had never heard such a ridiculous line of reasoning.
It's as absurd as seeing an office worker eating a sandwich for breakfast and concluding that there's something wrong with their status.
Also, why can't there be fish in a fisherman's bucket?
That's pure slander!
Harvey, a seasoned angler with ten years of experience who often comes back empty-handed, was outraged by these remarks.
Before he could even open his mouth to defend his fellow anglers, Du Mu had already strode over to the group of fishermen.
He bent down and picked up a fist-sized stone from beside his feet, then threw it into the river in front of the group.
Boom!
The stone crashed heavily into the water, splashing up large sprays of water. Ripples spread outwards, causing all the floats to shake violently.
Seeing this, the fishermen frowned, glanced at Du Mu, but said nothing. They quickly turned back to the water and continued to stare at the surface.
Du Mu chuckled: "You don't even react to this? You still dare to pretend to be a fisherman."
If it were a real angler, after painstakingly preparing their bait and waiting for half a day, they would have been furious to the point of being attacked by someone throwing stones into their spot and scaring away the fish. They wouldn't be as calm as these anglers.
Harvey, also a fellow fisherman, sensed something was wrong. His gaze darkened, and he stared warily at the other fishermen.
"Gentlemen, we are Gotham City police officers, and we need your cooperation in our investigation."
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the fishermen changed slightly.
One of the blond-haired men threw down his fishing rod, stood up, and forced a smile: "Officer, we're just ordinary fishermen, we shouldn't have done anything wrong, right?"
Harvey remained unmoved, his tone firm: "I suspect you are involved in a major case. Please show us your identification and cooperate with our body search and questioning."
The blond man's smile froze: "Officer, you don't have that authority."
"In fact, I do."
Harvey said coldly, "If you refuse to cooperate, then I will have no choice but to take you all back to the police station for interrogation one by one."
The fishermen exchanged glances, their faces contorted with anger.
"You damn cop, you've gone too far!"
The fisherman closest to Harvey suddenly sprang into action, grabbing his fishing rod and lunging at Harvey's head.
Harvey instinctively took a step back and raised his arm to block.
Click!
With a crisp crack, the fishing rod broke in two.
Du Mu had somehow gotten between the two of them and smashed the fishing rod in half with a punch.
Before the man could react, another punch landed squarely on his abdomen.
The man rolled his eyes without uttering a sound and collapsed limply to the ground.
Harvey reacted quickly, immediately drawing his pistol and pointing it at the others, shouting, "Don't move! Or I'll shoot!"
The blond man, his face contorted with rage, shouted, "Officer, we didn't do anything! This is an abuse of power! I'm going to sue you!"
"Didn't do anything?"
Du Mu sneered: "You assaulted police officers, resisted arrest, illegally possessed lethal weapons, illegally gathered a crowd, and stole government property!"
The blond man looked on with amusement: "We're fishing together here with fishing rods, does that count as illegal assembly and possession of lethal weapons? We can overlook these few fish, but when did we steal government property?"
Du Mu pointed to the fish in their bucket: "These fish were raised at great expense by the Gotham City government specifically for ornamental purposes in the river to attract tourists and boost the tourism economy. Now you've caught them all. Isn't this stealing government property?"
Blonde-haired man: "???"
Who the hell would raise ornamental fish in a river?!
Besides, who would come to a place like Gotham for tourism? Do they have a death wish?
The golden retriever quickly explained, "Officer, you've got it wrong. We actually bought these fish from the market."
Du Mu snorted coldly: "Deceiving police officers and obstructing official duties is an even more serious crime!"
"???"
The blond man's face darkened: "You're deliberately framing us! We don't believe you, and we don't believe you'd actually dare to fire!"
"Exactly!"
"So what if you're a police officer!"
The others joined in the commotion, showing no fear of Harvey's gun.
Seeing that these people were unyielding, Harvey was in a bit of a predicament.
Indeed, they don't have any solid evidence right now, so they can't really open fire, can they?
"I admire people with backbone."
Du Mu snatched the pistol from Harvey's hand and pointed it directly at the fishermen: "I hope you'll still have this much backbone down there."
Harvey jumped in fright and quickly grabbed his arm: "Rookie, please don't shoot! If we can't prove they're guilty and still manage to kill someone, we'll be in big trouble!"
After all, Du Mu had a precedent, and he was genuinely afraid that Du Mu would pull the trigger at the slightest provocation.
Du Mu comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."
"But you used my sidearm! I'm the one who's to blame for firing it!"
Harvey was so anxious he almost screamed.
Seeing the two men struggling, the blond man sneered, "It's the same old routine again, one playing the bad cop and the other the good cop. Don't you police officers have anything new? I'll just say it here, you don't have the guts to fire, because you simply can't bear the responsibility."
He was convinced that the two police officers were bluffing and were just trying to scare people.
Just then, a fisherman behind the blond man suddenly widened his eyes and stared intently at Du Mu's face, looking as if he had seen a ghost.
"Wait... I think I recognize this face!"
His voice trembled as he pointed at Du Mu: "He's the Gotham Gun God! The Gotham Gun God who took down Basso with one shot!"
"Gotham's sharpshooter?"
Several people gasped at the same time.
The news of Gotham's crime scene has spread far and wide: Black Mask's most trusted henchman, Basso, was killed by a police officer.
There wasn't much of a gunfight, and Basso didn't even have time to say a few lines before he was killed off, dying as casually as those background henchmen who had no role whatsoever.
In Gotham's criminal underworld, Gotham bosses have been assassinated by rivals, betrayed by their own underlings, and even beaten half to death by Batman and forced into retirement, but there's never been a case of someone being killed single-handedly by a police officer.
Du Mu's achievement can be said to be the first of its kind in the history of Gotham City's criminal circle.
Thanks to Basso's name, Du Mu has become incredibly popular in the Gotham criminal community.
You have to understand that in Gotham, most criminals dare to act so recklessly because they rely on the fact that police officers don't dare to fire their guns indiscriminately, and that everything has to be done according to the rules and regulations, and they are bound by them.
Police officers like Du Mu, who dare to fire a gun at the slightest provocation, are simply a case of being outclassed.
It was precisely for this reason that Du Mu earned a resounding reputation in Gotham City's criminal circles.
Gotham Gunslinger!
Not only is his marksmanship accurate, but he is also ruthless.
Other police officers might be bluffing by brandishing guns, but Du Mu was genuinely willing to fire.
Upon hearing this name, the blond man's disdain vanished instantly, replaced by a standard fawning smile, and he unconsciously hunched over.
"It's Officer Du Mu. It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstand?"
Du Mu chuckled and pointed his gun downwards: "Everyone, put your hands on your heads and crouch down. Slow down, or I'll make you crouch down with your heads blown off."
With the dark muzzle of a gun pointed at them, the blond-haired men didn't dare to say a word and immediately squatted down in a row with their heads in their hands.
His movements were so practiced; he was clearly not a respectable person.
The blond man tried to explain further: "Officer, we are good people, really good people."
Du Mu curled his lip: "A good person? Would a good person dye their hair blonde?"
"It's just my natural color... I'm sorry, officer, I'll dye this thing green when I get back."
Du Mu's reasoning was too forceful, and the blond man dared not argue back, so he could only obediently admit his mistake.
Harvey watched from the sidelines, overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
Having served as a Gotham City police officer for over a decade, I found myself less intimidating than a rookie who had been on the job for less than two days.
Harvey looked at it with increasing envy, and his eyes changed.
Decided!
He wants to enjoy administrative holidays like Du Mu in the future!
Du Mu was unaware that he had turned a conservative veteran police officer into a radical on the spot.
He stared at the blond-haired man and asked, "What are you guys doing here?"
The golden retriever quickly replied, "Officer, we're just ordinary fishermen..."
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Bang!
Du Mu elbowed the blond man in the face.
The golden retriever let out a short, painful yelp, clutched its nose, and collapsed to the ground, dark red blood seeping from between its fingers.
The others shuddered and instinctively shrank back.
Wasn't he supposed to be Gotham's Gun God?
How did he suddenly become the Gotham Elbow King?
Ignoring their reaction, Du Mu bent down and grabbed the golden retriever by the collar: "I'll ask you one more time, what are you doing here?"
The blond man was dazed from the punch and happened to meet Du Mu's gaze.
His gaze flickered for a moment, then, as if his focus had been lost, his eyes suddenly became empty and dull.
He spoke haltingly: "We are peripheral members of the Masked Company. We were assigned a mission by our superiors to guard this old dock and wait for a ship."
The others' expressions changed drastically: "Aiped, are you crazy? You actually leaked our mission! Mr. Black Mask won't let us get away with this!"
The blond man didn't react at all, like he was mentally challenged.
Du Mu continued, "What kind of ship?"
"A fishing boat."
The blond man mechanically replied, "They'll be coming up from the lower reaches of the Gotham River tonight and dock at the third berth of this abandoned dock. The cargo containers on board are full of weapons; we don't know the exact quantity, we're just responsible for providing support."
"And then what?"
"After the ship docks, we unload the cargo, load it onto trucks waiting outside the dock, and transport it directly to the warehouse on Kane Street. Once the cargo arrives, another group of people will be responsible for distribution, so it will no longer be our responsibility."
Next, under Du Mu's questioning, the blond man revealed everything he knew without holding anything back.
His companions were all ashen-faced, already imagining in their minds where they would be buried, or in which places.
Du Mu couldn't bear it, so he rewarded each of them with an elbow, and then hypnotized and controlled them.
His mental attributes are now vastly different from before; controlling several ordinary people at the same time is more than enough for him.
Of course, the necessary superficial work still needs to be done.
Du Mu installed some miniature devices on them, and each person's weight instantly increased by several kilograms.
Harvey asked curiously, "What did you put on them?"
"With these safeguards, they won't dare to betray us."
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Harvey was astonished: "Are you really a police officer?"
Du Mu nodded: "Of course, I graduated from the police academy."
At least that's what his identity information says.
"If you hadn't told me, I would have thought you graduated from Arkham."
Harvey's lips twitched violently.
He felt that Du Mu was almost as good as those madmen from Arkham.
Oh no, it should be said that it's even worse.
It's a good thing this guy is a cop; if he had become a criminal, he would have been a supervillain at the very least.
Harvey did not pursue the matter further.
He knew that for some things, getting the result was enough, and there was no need to delve into the process, otherwise it wouldn't do him any good.
Then he asked, "What are your plans next?"
He asked the question so naturally that he didn't even realize he was starting to listen to this newbie's ideas.
Du Mu said seriously, "I plan to sneak into the Masked Company alone. You will be responsible for providing backup outside."
Harvey frowned, somewhat worried: "This is too dangerous. Those guys from the Masked Company are no pushovers. Can you handle it alone?"
Du Mu grinned: "Don't worry, my specialty is stealth."
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