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"In that case..." Morin pointed at the people on the ground. "Would you mind helping me out?"
Since there was a ready-made tool available, Morin-who always preferred using existing resources-had no intention of letting it go to waste.
"Hehe, of course... sure..." Gordon was about to refuse, but then he thought of Morin's identity.
Besides, this group was made up of thugs who had done all kinds of evil things. Even if he took their money, it wasn't like he'd lose sleep over it.
Gordon wasn't an inflexible person.
Maybe he had been in the past, but after being "beaten" enough by reality, he'd learned how to be flexible without crossing his own bottom line.
Otherwise, how could he have helped Batman and maintained a working relationship with him later on?
More importantly, these people had tried to rob Morin first. Since the robbery failed, it seemed reasonable to make them hand over their money.
After finding an excuse for himself, Gordon quickly moved over to the thugs, searched their pockets, and checked the heartbeats of a few of them.
When he confirmed they were still alive, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.
This man named Morin had some very mysterious abilities.
But at least he wasn't killing innocent people indiscriminately.
Still... Morin felt like someone who was used to killing.
Or was I mistaken? Gordon wondered as he handed the money over.
Morin glanced at it and waved his hand. "Hold on to it for now, Sergeant Gordon. I'll need your help with some things later."
Here it comes.
Gordon's heart sank.
He'd already suspected Morin was some kind of fraud trying to rope him into something.
Now, he was finally showing his hand.
After a moment of thought, Gordon spoke carefully. "Let me be clear first. I absolutely won't do anything illegal."
"You don't need to worry about that," Morin said casually as he patted Gordon on the shoulder and walked outside. "Completing the employment process should be legal, no matter how you look at it."
"...What?"
Gordon wondered if he'd heard wrong.
"The employment process," Morin stopped, turned around, and looked at him as if asking whether he could read. "Didn't you notice my document is still in an 'unactivated' state?"
"Uh..."
Gordon subconsciously recalled the document.
That was true.
In other words, this man really wanted to join the police force?
What should I do? What should I do?
Gordon felt uneasy.
In his view, whether the document was real or fake didn't even matter-it had to be fake.
Once they checked the internal system, the problem would be exposed immediately.
How could he process this?
And why did Morin want to join the police?
Was he planning some kind of crime?
If that was the case, there was no way Gordon could agree.
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"Here's your document," Gordon said, handing over a brand-new file. "It's too late today. The warehouse staff are gone. Your gun and uniform will be issued tomorrow."
His expression still carried disbelief.
He hadn't expected Morin's documents to be real.
They were verifiable in the system.
Every procedure was complete.
How was that even possible?
Gordon's preconceived ideas pushed him into a near-obsessive state.
In his mind, Morin's identity had to be fake. There had to be a conspiracy behind it.
Even if the document existed in the system, it must have been planted by a hacker.
So the real question was-
Why would Morin go to such lengths just to join the police?
Was he a spy for drug lords or gangs, trying to infiltrate the department and obtain internal intelligence?
The more Gordon thought about it, the more alarmed he became.
If that was true, then he had to-
"Gordon."
Morin waved a hand in front of his face.
"I've called you a few times already. What are you thinking about?"
"Ah-ah?" Gordon snapped back. "I was thinking... I was thinking about your accommodation."
"Oh," Morin nodded, then looked at him with a puzzled expression. His tone matched it. "Then why do I get the feeling you're thinking about something not very pleasant?"
"Hahaha, you're overthinking it," Gordon laughed awkwardly.
"Mmm. Since we're colleagues now, I'll call you Gordon. You can call me Morin," Morin said, glancing around. "It'll be easier that way."
Then he added, "New officers are supposed to be assigned to a team, right? So which team am I on?"
"You'll follow me," Gordon replied immediately.
Whether it was because of Morin's combat ability or his doubts about Morin's identity, Gordon planned to keep him close.
Watching him in real time was safer.
"Alright," Morin nodded. "So who else is on the team?"
"Uh... nobody else," Gordon said, a little embarrassed.
Normally, American police worked in teams of two or three.
But Gordon...
Well, it was complicated.
His personality guaranteed he wouldn't be popular.
When most people were taking bribes and turning a blind eye, someone like Gordon stood out too much.
Not going with the flow meant getting excluded-especially when the commissioner himself was corrupt.
So Gordon became the exception.
Always working alone.
Before long, news of Morin becoming Gordon's assistant spread among the few officers still in the station, sparking quiet discussions.
After confirming that Morin was a newcomer through the document office, they suddenly understood.
And decided to watch the show.
Some even placed bets on how many days it would take before Morin requested a transfer.
There were so few people because it was after hours.
Only those on duty were still around.
Gordon wasn't on duty. He'd only come back to grab something.
Running into Morin-and everything that followed-was pure coincidence.
Honestly, Gordon wanted nothing more than to go back in time and slap his meddlesome younger self.
"I see," Morin said. "So where are we going next?"
"...We?" Gordon asked.
"I just got here and don't know the area," Morin replied patiently. "It'd be easy for me to wander into some back alley and get into an accident."
"That would be troublesome."
"You wouldn't want that, right? I don't even have a gun yet. That's pretty dangerous."
"Ha... hehe..."
Gordon forced a smile.
There were countless things he wanted to say.
All of them stayed in his head.
Yeah. I'm worried.
Not about you getting hurt.
I'm worried about discovering a pile of bodies in an alley tomorrow.
"...Fine," Gordon exhaled. "Do you want to stay in a hotel or rent an apartment?"
"Can I rent one right now?" Morin asked.
"You're right," Gordon said, realizing it. "I'll take you to a hotel first. We'll look for a place tomorrow."
"It's a good thing I'm still holding the confiscated money."
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"Well then, see you tomorrow, Gordon," Morin said with a smile and a nod.
"See you tomorrow. Work starts at nine. Don't be late."
On the way over, Gordon had already adjusted his mindset.
For now, he'd treat Morin like a normal colleague.
If Morin had other intentions, panicking wouldn't help.
He'd make his move eventually.
That would be the moment Gordon acted.
Until then, Morin was-legally-a fully legitimate GCPD officer.
Even if Gordon wanted to target him, he had no grounds.
Besides, Gordon had already seen Morin's abilities.
If Morin was willing to help, Gordon's efficiency-and survival rate-would increase dramatically.
With that thought, Gordon left the hotel and headed home.
"A little interesting," Morin muttered in his room as he watched Gordon walk away.
"He's sharp. Has a sense of justice. Probably capable, too."
"No wonder he became Bruce's partner later on."
Morin opened the hotel door and stepped outside.
For him, resting once every few days was more than enough.
Tonight, he planned to visit a bar.
Find some thugs.
Or gang members.
And get the information he wanted.