Chapter 26

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With the escort of the East District Police Chief, Allen walked out of the station, a smile on his face.

A long black luxury car pulled up, and two well-dressed individuals, a man and a woman, stepped out, respectfully ushering Allen into the vehicle before speeding off.

"Thank you for your assistance, Lady Laura," Allen said, looking at the man driving the car.

"Lady Laura hopes you will keep a low profile for now, Mr. Allen. It seems there is an unstable element in the East District."

"The Judge? He's a superhuman, indeed a bit troublesome, but not an unsolvable problem," Allen smiled, glancing at the expressionless woman beside him. He could feel the cold aura emanating from her, a superhuman's natural dominance over ordinary people.

"It seems luck is unexpectedly on our side," he murmured, watching the streets speed by.

Soon, the car arrived at an old church. Allen stepped out, his eyes scanning the seemingly deserted building, a slight smirk on his lips.

Suddenly, shadows descended from the church's rafters, landing silently on the ground. In moments, five black-clad figures stood before Allen.

The five bowed deeply, their eyes fixed on Allen, remaining silent.

"The primary target this time is that woman. Once she's dealt with, if possible, eliminate the Judge as well. He's been too active lately."

"Yes!"

Their unified response echoed in the empty church. Moments later, the five shadows darted out, the woman from the car following closely behind.

Allen ascended to the church's second floor, gazing out at the darkened Gotham. His eyes burned with ambition. He intended to control the entire East District, and any obstacles would be eradicated.

...

"The Judge has killed again. It seems like he took out some criminals who were involved in abducting women and children."

"I like this atmosphere of fear. It'll make the criminals think twice before disrupting the order."

On the bustling streets, groups of people chatted, their faces excited. Today's Gotham East District Daily reported the Judge's latest actions, 34 dead, making the headlines.

In the East District's news panel, the Judge's story even surpassed Batman's!

The door of a bakery swung open. George, holding a croissant in one hand and a soda in the other, walked briskly.

Hearing people's discussions, his expression remained unchanged as he made his way to the police station.

"Detective George, the captain wants to see you in the office!"

"Alright."

George's face darkened as he slowly approached the room blaring rock music early in the morning.

"Captain!"

Turning down the volume, the portly middle-aged man smiled and stood up.

He walked over to George, gently patting his shoulder.

"George, we've got official orders from above. The Allen Group situation will now be handled by the Central Police. Don't go after Allen anymore, understand?"

"Yes."

"Alright, you may go."

Watching George's expressionless face, Leon sighed with mock helplessness.

Returning to his desk, George sat down and stared at the computer, filled with details he had painstakingly gathered. He selected all the files and dumped them into the recycle bin, then emptied it.

"What are you doing, Detective George?" The nearby officer asked, bewildered by George's actions. All the hard-earned information was just deleted?

Forcing a smile, George said in a calm voice, "Maybe... the East District needs the Judge."

Bang! A bullet pierced through the computer, and George pulled the officer beside him under the desk.

The next moment, countless bullets sprayed through the station's windows, striking down officers in their tracks.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Damn it!" George cursed, drawing his gun and cautiously peeking outside at the approaching figures wearing various masks.

"These guys!"

Submachine guns spat out tongues of fire, bullets strafing the desks. The surviving officers hid behind their desks as a rocket blasted the office door open, flames erupting from the room.

Seeing the masked attackers stepping over the fallen officers, George quickly fired back.

Organizing a counterattack, the remaining officers responded. A fierce gunfight erupted.

Outside, the streets were in chaos as people fled, no one daring to approach the station.

"They're from the Masked Society!"

One officer recognized the attackers, shouting in fear.

"Aren't they Batman's targets recently? Why are they here in the East District?" A less experienced officer, overwhelmed, cried out.

George stayed silent, firing methodically. He took out one of the masked attackers with a well-aimed shot.

Even with casualties in their ranks, the attackers pressed on fearlessly, continuing their assault.

Feeling relieved that they seemed to have only one rocket, George glanced at the burning office. He felt no sorrow.

"Who gave you the guts to provoke the Masked Society?" a man in a golden monkey mask shouted, his voice cutting through the gunfire.

George's heart sank. The man leapt high into the air, evading George's shot with inhuman agility.

"Damn, he's a supervillain!" The officer beside him, terrified, grabbed the phone to call for help but realized he was calling himself...

As officers continued to fall, George, the officer, and the elderly detective exchanged grim looks.

Glass shattered amidst the mocking laughter of the attackers. Aside from George, the others looked desperate.

(End of Chapter)