Harvey suddenly whispered, "Gordon, come on! There's a hidden niche here that looks like the entrance to the mechanism."

There was a hint of excitement and nervousness in his voice.

His eyes were wide open, fixed on the hidden alcove.

He leaned forward slightly, trying to see it more clearly.

My hand unconsciously reached out to the niche, and my fingers gently touched the edge of the niche, feeling the rough texture.

Gordon quickly arrived and said, "Let me see... Yes, this is a complex keyhole that requires a specific key to open."

His eyes were fixed intently on the keyhole, as if he was deciphering some mysterious code.

His brows furrowed slightly, thinking about the secret behind this keyhole.

He crouched down, his nose almost pressed against the niche, and studied the shape and texture of the keyhole.

Just as the two were lost in thought, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the stairs.

The footsteps were like a sudden storm, breaking the silence of the basement.

Every step was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, making people's hearts tremble.

The unknown person's cold voice said: "It seems that our little prey has come to us."

The voice seemed to come from an ice cellar, cold and full of malice.

The sound echoed in the basement, like countless ghosts whispering in unison.

Gordon drew his gun quickly, his movements as fast as lightning.

His finger was firmly on the trigger, and the gun was in his hand like a part of his body.

His body stood in front of Harvey like a wall, his eyes full of vigilance and determination.

He shouted, "Who's there? Come out!" The voice echoed in the basement with a majesty and unquestionable power.

The lights came on, and several members of the Shadow Blade Gang appeared in sight, led by a man with a scar on his face.

The light was a little dazzling, causing Gordon and Harvey to squint unconsciously.

The scarred man sneered and said, “Officer Gordon, Officer Bullock, what a pleasant surprise.

You shouldn’t meddle in our affairs.”

The sneer was like a sharp knife, cutting through the tense atmosphere.

The scar on his face looked even more hideous under the light, like a red centipede coiled on his face.

There was ferocity and arrogance in his eyes, as if in his eyes, Gordon and Harvey were already trapped.

Harvey sneered in response: "We are in charge of justice, not your dirty deals."

There was anger and disdain in the sneer.

A body stood out from behind Gordon, holding the gun tightly in his hand, and staring at the scarred man.

His expression was like a burning flame, full of persistence in justice and contempt for evil.

A fierce gun battle broke out immediately, and the sound of gunfire echoed in the closed basement, like countless thunders exploding at the same time.

The bullets whizzed through the air like a swarm of angry wasps.

The flames from the muzzle flashed like the eyes of a devil.

The shell popped out of the gun chamber and fell to the ground, making a crisp "ding-dong" sound.

The tense atmosphere reached its peak, and Harvey and Gordon's heartbeats were beating violently with the sound of gunfire.

Gordon fought and retreated at the same time, his steps were quick and cautious, and every step was like testing the edge of the dark abyss. His body was slightly leaning forward, like a cheetah ready to pounce or flee at any time.

His eyes quickly scanned the surrounding environment, looking for any possible breakthrough. His eyes were like two sharp swords, trying to cut a way out in this dangerous basement.

His breathing was rapid and rhythmic, and every breath seemed to inject more strength into his body. The exhaled breath formed a light white mist in the tense air.

"Harvey, we have to find a way to get out. We can't stay here for long."

Gordon's voice was low and urgent, like a shout in a storm, with an unmistakable sense of urgency in his voice.

His fingers were tightly gripping the gun, the muscles in his arms were bulging slightly due to tension, and the blue veins were jumping under the skin like winding little snakes.

As he retreated, he occasionally fired back at the Shadow Blade Gang members. The bullets whizzed out of the gun barrel with scorching heat and powerful impact.

Harvey covered Gordon's retreat, his posture like a solid fortress, guarding Gordon behind him.

With his legs apart, he stood firmly on the ground, like a big tree rooted in the soil.

His eyes were fixed on the enemy in front of him, his gaze was full of determination and perseverance. His eyes were like a burning flame, determined to burn all the enemies in front of him to ashes.

The gun in his hand kept firing, and the flames spewing from the muzzle were like the roar of an angry dragon.

"Got it. Go over there. There's a window over there. It's small, but it's big enough for us to go out."

The voice was firm and clear, like a lighthouse in the darkness guiding Gordon in the right direction.

The body moved slowly towards the window while firing, and every step was like a tug-of-war with death.

His shoulders trembled slightly from the recoil, but his hands still held the gun firmly, as if they were cast in steel.

Their bodies were like two arrows breaking through the wind, rushing towards the small window desperately.

When passing through the window, the glass fragments scratched their skin, and the tiny wounds oozed blood, but they no longer cared about the pain.

Their clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to their bodies like a second skin.

Back on the safe street, the two were gasping for breath, like drowning people who had just surfaced from the deep sea.

The lights from the street shone on them, and the dim light made them feel like they were back in the world.

At this moment, their hearts were still beating violently, as if they were about to burst through their chests.

-

Police station, the next morning.

The sunlight shines through the window into the police station's office. Countless tiny dust particles float in the light, like a group of elves playing in the sunlight.

Gordon sat at his desk, an old-fashioned wooden desk covered with scratches and stains, like the marks left by time.

There are piles of documents and materials in front of me. Some of the papers have turned yellow and curled, like dead leaves forgotten by time.

He carefully sorted out the clues from last night, his fingers gently turning the papers, turning each page with careful concentration.

“Although we didn’t find the key directly, we confirmed that Shadow Blade was indeed looking for a secret left by the Waynes.

Moreover, there seems to be a bigger force behind them.”

He muttered to himself softly as he sorted things out, his eyes fixed on the documents in his hands, a look full of thought and confusion.

His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, like two small peaks, forming a shallow groove above his eyes.

Harvey sat opposite, leaning back in a chair that made a slight creaking sound as if protesting against its weight.

He rubbed his sore shoulders and pressed the muscles on his shoulders hard with his fingers, trying to relieve the soreness.

His expression was somewhat painful, his mouth slightly opened, and he made a slight "hissing" sound. (End of this chapter)