At this time, the other end should have hung up the phone.

The colleague took off his headphones in a daze...

"Yes... it's me," he responded blankly.

The cleaner panickedly put the plastic bag in front of him.

"I just told me to go to the men's bathroom on the north side of the second floor to get this bag and give it to the operator No. 17." He tried hard to make his voice seem less trembling: "He said that if it slows down, someone might die..."

Mike was already panicked, and he snatched the plastic bag... In the plastic bag was a lunch box, which was a simple meal that could be bought everywhere in the supermarket on the street. This thing was placed in the toilet basket. Even if it was a day later, no one would care about it, but it was heavy inside.

"Where is that person? The person who said these words to you?" Mike shouted.

"No...I don't know, I should have left." The cleaner responded.

Mike gasped, of course he knew that it would be the answer. Could it be that the man would still stay quietly waiting to be arrested after saying these words?

No matter what, this matter is definitely not something he can control, so he immediately made a very correct decision.

"Don't stand there, go and call someone!"

......

This is inside the police station, so in less than a minute, the police gathered here. Mike and his colleagues informed Sheriff Gordon about the incident and the videos on their phones.

Sheriff Gordon, full name Jim Gordon, is 43 years old. At his age, most people choose to sit in the office first, either waiting for a promotion and salary increase, or waiting for retirement to go home. After all, in your 40s, it is a bit unrealistic to follow those young people to fight criminals.

But Gordon is such an unrealistic person. He has been struggling on the front line of Gotham City police for decades. Even if he has climbed to the sheriff's position, he is still the case.

The long-term battle of wits and courage with criminals made Gordon keenly realize that this matter was definitely not simple. He immediately contacted all the police officers sent out, but found that they all lost contact.

Immediately afterwards, he wanted to follow the intervening phone call just now to find some clues, but found that the phone was no longer in the service area.

As for finding the location of the shooting from that video, it is even more unlikely, so it is obvious that all these cases today were done intentionally by someone.

So now that things have come to this, he can only keep his eyes in this small lunch box...

Of course, Sheriff Gordon was not so stupid as to open the lunch box, but instead called a bomb disposal team.

Soon, the bomb disposal team was deployed on site in the wiring area and prepared to open the lunch box.

Someone here is asking why not throw the lunch box out directly or transport it to a relatively safe place before disassembling it.

It definitely can't be done. People have said that if it's too late, someone may die. Do you dare to waste your time? Besides, even a mobile phone can remotely control a bomb. Who can guarantee that there are no Bluetooth signals or other equipment in this bomb? If the front foot walks out of the police station, the rear foot signal breaks and explodes on the spot, that's big news.

Less gossip, the bomb disposal team was ready and slowly opened the lunch box... Inside was a small sealed package.

Next, the bomb disposal team opened the package very carefully...inside...

Well...it's a bit embarrassing. There is no bomb inside, but a tape player.

The bomb disposal team frowned, turned around, and cast an inquiring look at Gordon behind the riot wall.

Gordon hesitated for a moment and nodded.

The man followed and pressed the switch of the tape player.

After a rustling sound...

"Hi, Gordon, long time no see..." A woman's voice came.

Gordon frowned, and he tried hard to search for the woman's voice in his mind, but soon he was sure that he didn't recognize the voice at all.

"Oh, I forgot, you don't know me yet." The voice continued, "Then, let me introduce myself first. My name is Harley Quinn. Maybe now, you don't know the name, but I think you will soon remember me."

"Now, I want to inform you that the vehicles, helicopters, and police motorcycles you sent out today, I will keep them for you for the time being. As for the police you sent out, to be honest, I don't know what they will face. I just handed them over to some of the most vicious and murderous criminals... Oh, by the way, before leaving, I told those people that they would call you no matter how they deal with the police, and it would be better to record a video. This is the minimum politeness."

"But to be honest, I don't know if the children will be obedient... but it doesn't matter. After all, you don't have much intention to worry about them. Oh, I forgot to talk about the serious business."

“……Escape quickly…”

"Escape quickly?" Gordon repeated this passage in his heart, but he didn't realize what it meant.

Then he turned around and found that there were many people standing behind him, and they all looked at each other, not understanding the reason.

Suddenly, Gordon thought of something!

"Damn!" He immediately shouted to the crowd behind him: "Everyone out! Run, there are bombs here!"

"Bomb?!" The crowd was still standing there. Isn't the bomb disposal team just like that? How could there be any bomb?

Yes, there is no place here, but it does not mean there is no place else.

So at this moment... a half-meter-high vase on the south side of the first floor exploded first!

Immediately afterwards, a person who was caught in a fight in the morning threw the garbage bag in the bathroom... Then, there was the water tank in the corner of the hall and the trash can directly opposite.

Explosions rang one after another, and the entire police station was in chaos. People shouted and rushed out of the police station gate...

Gordon also hugged his waist and rushed out in chaos with the crowd, but he still had a very strange feeling in his mind. What's wrong with this recording...

He looked at the panicked people, and in a sudden moment, Gordon seemed to notice something again.

"No! Don't run out, calm down!" he shouted again!

But it was now, and few people could hear Gordon's words. Everyone rushed out of the police station and gathered at the gate with the crowd.

Then......

A car at the front door of the police station exploded and fires surged into the sky!

As the car exploded, many vehicles surrounding the police station exploded one after another, and suddenly, the entire police station was surrounded by a sea of ​​fire.

Fear also accompanied by the screaming crowd around him, spreading on the avenue...

Gordon looked shocked as he watched the burning flames and the deafening vehicle explosion.

......

......

In a congested place, the explosion of a car may cause several surrounding cars to explode, not to mention the first car bomb that surrounded the police station.

So, it was not until a long time later that the explosion completely stopped, and the entire street was in a mess...

I don't know how many casualties were. In short, after Gordon saw the flames emitted by the first car swallowing the colleagues in front of him, his mind was already in a state of downtime. Until now, he has not completely recovered.

Sitting in the ambulance, he stared blankly at the wreckage of the street without any warning...

"Who is the woman in the recording? Why did she do this...Harley Quinn, what does it mean to say she didn't see her for a long time?" Gordon thought dizzyly: "It's obvious that she is a terrifying guy, a lunatic, an anti-socialist, so... is she going to blow up the police station? It seems not, because if that's her purpose, she doesn't need to do this at all, so...she wants to simply create a huge riot like "predictable"? Well, if that's true, she will undoubtedly succeed."

However... Gordon's inexplicable feeling in his mind still did not fade away. He always felt that the explosion was just a cover to cover up something even more crazy.

At this moment...my phone rang.

Gordon struggled to take out his cell phone and found it was a communication number inside the police station, so he answered the phone.

"Supervisor Gordon?" An extremely panicked voice came from inside.

"It's me...what happened?" Gordon responded, his heartbeat began to accelerate unconsciously.

"I...I'm from the Statistics Department, and the police number is..."

"Tell the point!" Gordon interrupted the man and shouted sternly.
Chapter completed!