Chapter 1482 Framed

In the forensic morgue of the Gotham City Police Department, a mutilated corpse was lying on the autopsy bed. Director Gordon had a very solemn expression as he carefully examined the condition of the corpse.

There was almost no good piece of meat on this corpse, and there were countless open wounds cut deep into the bone by sharp blades. The organs in the body could be clearly seen through the knife marks.

The corpse had one arm and one leg broken, and there was an incision on the neck that cut open the tracheal artery and most of the mental vertebrae. Only a small section of skin and flesh was attached to the head and body.

In addition to knife marks, there were bullet holes and bruises on the body. It can be seen that he put up quite a fierce resistance before death, and after being subdued, he was brutally tortured like an execution.

Director Gordon's eyes fell on the face of the corpse. Unlike the miserable body, the head was relatively complete, and the expression at the time of death seemed a bit peaceful, as if he was asleep.

This face was very familiar to Commissioner Gordon. His heart was extremely heavy. He was almost afraid to accept the reality and wondered if he was dreaming.

A person who, in his opinion, could never die, now died in front of him. He was completely dead, and the body began to rot. Gordon felt like the world was spinning. He knew that the development of things had been completely out of control. There must be something. Something very terrible is about to happen or has already happened.

The door of the morgue was suddenly knocked open, and a beautiful woman rushed in with a teenage child. The lady rushed to the autopsy table in despair. She was stunned for a moment when she saw the corpse, and then burst into tears. He came out, threw himself on the corpse and howled at the top of his lungs.

"Why? He was clearly staying in a heavily guarded fortress, but he would be brutally killed in the most heavily guarded place in the entire Kingdom of Hope?"

The beautiful lady, her makeup stained from crying, grabbed Commissioner Gordon by the collar and roared angrily: "What do you police officers do for a living? Why don't you fulfill your duties and protect him!"

"Please express your condolences..." Director Gordon sighed: "But you may not know that we lost more than 40 police officers last night."

The young man who broke into the morgue with the sad lady touched his chin and thought, and muttered: "He was actually killed. This is so against the rules. It seems that something must have gone wrong. Something went wrong." The seriousness is not low.”

Turning to Commissioner Gordon, the boy asked: "Have you compared the DNA? Are you sure this body is that of his?"

Director Gordon frowned and said, "Damian, you don't seem to have the right to intervene in this case. I have no obligation to report the case to you."

"Are you sure? I have obtained the security authorization letter from the Gotham City Government. The legality is much more reasonable than when you secretly and illegally provided internal information to Batman!"

The young man raised his eyebrows: "The Wayne Group is about to collapse, and the Batman Fund allocated to Gotham City every year will also be cut off. Under such circumstances, do you dare to show your face to a super big financier like me? If the police officers cannot get their salaries every month, won’t the relatives of the police officers who died last night receive generous pensions?”

Director Gordon said helplessly: "Well, for the sake of the damn money, and for the sake of those poor police families... the forensic doctor has conducted a comprehensive genetic comparison and collected cells from various organs and tissues on the corpse. The deceased was determined to be Joe Kerr, also known as the 'Joker'."

The beautiful blond lady threw herself at the bald boy with tears in her eyes, pulling at him and saying, "I will never let go of the devil who killed little pudding. Boss, you must help me take revenge!"

Director Gordon rolled his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "Maybe the murderer is an angel... It's not like God has never sent angels down to earth to punish evil people."

The bald boy shook his head slightly and said: "Angels have no ability to kill clowns. If they bump into clowns, it will be God's blessing if the feathers on the chicken wings are not plucked out. Evil people need to be punished by evil people. The only one who can kill clowns is An existence more ferocious and darker than the Joker, such as...Batman. I want to retrieve the surveillance video of the murder scene!"

Director Gordon looked embarrassed and did not follow the boy's instructions. The boy said displeasedly: "Don't forget about the pension. Are you really going to let the families of your subordinates who have followed you through life and death drink the northwest wind?"

"The on-site surveillance data has been destroyed..." Director Gordon hesitated, "But there is also a witness who was seriously injured and rescued. That person said that the person who invaded Arkham was..."

"who is it?"

"Batman..."

Director Gordon struggled to say the name: "But I just had a phone call with Bruce. He said that he had been at the manor last night and never left. In his current status, he had no motive to assassinate the Joker. Besides, what about the witness's testimony? The man in the Bat armor used firearms, and his marksmanship was extremely accurate. He was an experienced gun user. I think the murderer was pretending to be Batman and wanted to frame the crime on him."

The bald boy nodded clearly and said firmly: "That's right, the murderer is Batman!"

Gordon's heart skipped a beat and he said loudly: "Damian, are you going to frame your father and pin this murder on President Wayne?"

"Only Batman can kill the Joker. Isn't that a simple truth?"

The bald boy said coldly: "Do you think any cat or dog wearing Batman's clothes can kill the Joker? If he is a copycat, even if he can break into the heavily guarded Arkham, he will be easily strangled to death by the Joker in his cell. ! I will arrange for the media to interview witnesses. This case must be made public and handled in an open and transparent manner!"

"You just want to frame him!"

Director Gordon roared angrily: "You know very well that President Wayne could not inexplicably break into Arkham to kill the Joker at this time, and he never uses a gun. Why do you do this? Just because President Wayne is against you, You slander him so harshly, you want to kill him, he is your father!"

"Director, you don't understand, I have my own reasons for doing this!"

The bald boy's face was as dark as water, and his expression was extremely serious. He said without any doubt: "Moreover, I am sure that more reliable evidence can be found. Check the nails of the deceased. He fought with the murderer before his death. Maybe it can be extracted from the gaps between his nails." With the murderer's skin flakes, you only need to do a genetic comparison to know whether Bruce Wayne did it. Such direct evidence at the scene is more convincing than President Wayne's statement, 'I was not present when the crime occurred'!"

After that, he ignored the indignant Commissioner Gordon and forcibly dragged the crying beauty away from the morgue by her ponytail.

Commissioner Gordon stood stunned, looking at the young man's leaving figure, and said in a harsh voice: "Bruce, you gave birth to such a cruel and vicious son. Couldn't you have kept your belt in check back then?"