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Jim Gordon paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the three men. Gradually, he seemed to realize something, a flicker of unspoken anger crossing his eyes, but he could only suppress it, and said...

"My second question is, what is the function of this armor, and what are its protective and destructive capabilities? This is related to the safety of police officers, and I need specific data."

Xu Fu glanced at Jacob-Ice Cold and Musan-Quinn again. He could see a clue from their silent expressions. Seeing this, he shook his head in disbelief.

"Chief Gordon, let's talk about this another time!"

After saying that, he got up and left.

Jim didn't bother to linger. Things had already progressed to this point, and if they hadn't found the ditch by then, decades of police work would have been wasted.

Clearly, the 100 stolen power armor sets were not ordinary armors that have recently appeared on the market, but were very likely military hardware with multiple weapons and extremely strong combat capabilities.

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Jim Gordon slammed his hand on the table and said expressionlessly.

"Whatever agreement you've reached with Tesla, let me make this clear: Gotham is under my jurisdiction. If you want help here, you'd better make things clear."

"I would never risk my officer's life!"

...

At the White House's request, Xu Fu specially commissioned three hundred sets of armor. Unlike ordinary armor, these are real weapons of war; to put it bluntly, even an ordinary person, simply by wearing these sets of armor, could take down a professionally trained SWAT team.

In fact, Xu Fu did not want to produce military equipment at the moment, but the pressure from above was too great, and he did not want to expose his relationship with the president, so he could only use financial subsidies as a condition.

He just didn't expect that the third batch of armor would be stolen by bandits of unknown origin.

The fact that they stole from the military so openly suggests that these people are either extreme terrorists or have a deep past.

Judging from the situation at the time, it was more likely the latter: Tesla's cooperation with the White House involved machine information, which few people knew about, let alone terrorists.

After leaving the police station, Xu Fu did not leave immediately, but instead walked along the sidewalk: all of this was too strange, and he needed to think about it carefully.

After last year's crackdown, Gotham City's security situation has improved significantly. However, strangely, although the crime rate has decreased, the economy has not improved. Instead, there has been a wave of unemployment, which is puzzling.

Xu Fu didn't understand what was wrong with this city either; was it cursed by the devil?

From around the corner, a dashingly beautiful woman wearing black-rimmed glasses walked towards him. Her long, reddish-brown hair was tied in a ponytail. She wore a stylish long shirt, loose jeans, and white sneakers, exuding both fashion and sophistication, giving off a completely different kind of beauty.

"Long time no see, Barbara, you've become even more beautiful."

Barbara looked Xu Fu up and down, a faint sneer appearing on her gentle face, and then said...

"Ah, isn't this the famous billionaire, young Mr. Shaw? Why aren't you spending time with your supermodel girlfriends? What are you doing in Gotham City? Do you think Hollywood actresses are too otherworldly and want to come here to hunt for wild game?"

Xu Fu helplessly spread his hands: "Barbara, do you really think I'm the kind of creature who thinks with my lower body?"

The girl grinned.

I don't see anything wrong with you.

“That’s a shame, but the truth is, I haven’t really talked to a woman for months, except for work. As for the rumors online…” she paused and added, “with your intelligence, you’ll definitely be able to figure out the truth.”

Barbara smiled. Although she and Xu Fu had two very close friendships, those were all six months ago. In the past few months, Xu Fu's personality had changed a lot, as had his reputation.

News of him partying all night with supermodels and actresses is commonplace; who knows how much of it is true and how much is false.

"Would you like to find a place to talk?"

"I don't want to be the female lead in tomorrow's entertainment news."

Barbara gave a cold snort and turned to leave.

Xu Fu was somewhat helpless. This was the price of fame. Becoming a billionaire had made him a target for some supermodels and actresses. They wanted to use Xu Fu's character and biography to boost their own acting careers. This also made it difficult for reporters to fabricate gossip. Many "leading ladies" remained silent or even tacitly agreed.

Xu Fu was too lazy to bother with such matters, nor did he have time to. Over time, he earned the reputation of being a "playboy."

Chapter 1303 Are you rich?

Barbara had high hopes for Xu Fu, believing he was destined to be her true love, but this damn bastard had had enough. He hadn't made a single phone call in months, not even once!

Not even once

Not even a phone call.

As his adventure stories unfolded, Barbara gradually realized that she might be one of the many roommates he couldn't find.

This annoyed her, but she was helpless. Gradually, as time went by, her expectations faded, and she even took off the ring the other party had given her and threw it into the storage box.

She's only eighteen, in the prime of her youth. There's no need for her to waste her feelings on a scumbag who doesn't care about her. It's not worth it.

Upon arriving at the police station, Barbara greeted the officers from various departments with practiced ease; as a relative of the police chief, she was very popular there.

"Hey! Hank, where is he?"

Hank, who was busy processing documents, pointed upstairs and made a shushing gesture. Barbara nodded in understanding, tiptoed up the stairs, and scurried like a mouse to the door of the director's office.

There seemed to be an argument going on inside, interspersed with the sounds of slamming the table and the father's angry roars. Barbara listened, and as she listened, her expression changed.

Xu Fu-Xiao

One hundred sets of Tesla powered armor!

No wonder they bumped into each other on the street corner, now I understand.

Just then, footsteps approached, and the girl quickly stepped aside: the door opened, and Jacob-Asi and Musen-Quinn came out, their expressions somewhat grave; the door was not closed.

Barbara walked into the study, puzzled, and asked.

"Dad, what's the secret behind those hundred power armor sets?"

"Barbara, you've been eavesdropping again."

Jim Gordon was furious: "Didn't I tell you not to go back to the police station? This is a police station, not a library."

The girl snorted in annoyance, plopped down on the sofa, plugged in her earphones, crossed her legs, and swayed back and forth.

Jim had absolutely no way to deal with this daughter...

"Why aren't you going to school? What are you doing here?"

Barbara looked at him intently, then shrugged helplessly: "Just a friendly reminder, today is April 27th, a year later than last year's April 27th."

"Damn it!"

Jim slapped his forehead. "I completely forgot our wedding anniversary."

Barbara sighed. "Sarah has postpartum depression. You'd better be prepared, unless you want her to smash a vase over your head. Don't blame me for not warning you."

Jim leaned back in his chair, the pressures of life and work leaving the nearly fifty-year-old director feeling utterly exhausted. Barbara crawled up to her father and whispered something.

"Let me take a look for you!"

"Don't worry about it, it's none of your business."

“Robbery is none of my business, but I can get you the feature data for a hundred sets of power armor.”

Jim glanced at his daughter and frowned. "How can we help?"

"You forgot, Xu Fu-Xiao!"

Jim instantly flew into a rage, his hair standing on end like an old farmer guarding the gate to keep wild boars out: "You're still associating with that playboy? How many times have I told you to stay away from him? He's no good."

"No way, I absolutely won't agree to this. Go back to school right now. If you dare skip class again, I won't let you off the hook."

"Today is Saturday, no school."

Barbara stomped her foot angrily and jumped out of the police station.

Since her father became a boss, he has become increasingly resentful. Not only does he not come home every day, but he also interferes in her life, forbidding her from doing this or that, much like a tyrant, an overbearing dictator.

“If you don’t let me check, I will check.”

Barbara angrily pulled out her phone and dialed the number Xu Fu had left behind.

"Hi, Xu Fu-Xiao, I'd like to invite you to dinner."

"What? No time!"

"No, you must come. I'll be waiting for you at the café at 32 Cherike Street."

Before the other person could answer, Varvara hung up the phone. She remembered the affectionate words Georgie had said and angrily cursed him.

"That damn bastard! First he said he'd go through fire and water for you, and now he says he's all good and doesn't even want to see you."

"Xu Fu-Xiao, you're a real bastard."

...

In the coffee shop, Varvara sat in the corner, staring intently at the door. The phone had been ringing for an hour, and there was still one unusual figure who hadn't shown up. He absolutely couldn't stand this guy up!

"Miss, are you waiting for someone?"

A familiar voice came from behind her. Barbara glanced over and waved her hand impatiently: "I have things to take care of. I don't have time to talk to strangers."

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Xu Fu, wearing a sweatshirt, took off his hat and glasses, revealing a completely unfamiliar face: "What, you don't even recognize me?"

The girl paused for a moment, scrutinizing the face, and finally caught a faint clue from the subtle details.

"It's you! Xu Fu-Xiao! Xu Fu-Xiao!"

"You...how did you become like this?"