As the coffin was slowly lowered into the grave, the people around were grief-stricken, bowing their heads.
Gwen walked forward with heavy steps, bent down, picked up a handful of soil, and slowly released her fingers.
The soil rustled onto the coffin, making a slight sound, each thud seeming to strike everyone's hearts, and many couldn't help but sob softly.
Afterward, others also came forward, offering flowers or soil to express their respect and sorrow for the deceased.
The funeral ceremony slowly concluded in a solemn and sorrowful atmosphere. The crowd gradually dispersed, and Gordon and Brock then walked over from the side.
Their steps were slightly heavy, and their faces showed a hint of fatigue and sympathy.
Of course, the fatigue was related to those reporters.
Gwen stood before the grave, staring blankly at the newly erected tombstone.
Gordon spoke first, his voice low and gentle: "Miss Wayne, please accept our condolences."
Gwen slowly turned around, looked at the two Police, took a deep breath, forced a faint smile, and said softly: "Thank you for coming. I'm grateful for your help during this time."
It was then that Gordon understood that the child's previous calm and composure were merely a protective shell after her parents' passing.
Poor child... Gwen bit her lip slightly, and after a moment of hesitation, she said earnestly: "Police, there are some things I'd like to discuss with you."
Gordon and Brock exchanged glances, then nodded slightly, indicating their agreement.
Following Gwen, the two once again arrived at the reception room of Wayne Manor.
The three sat down on the sofa in order; the leather of the sofa was soft, yet it could not alleviate the tense and solemn atmosphere at the moment.
Gordon broke the silence first, leaning slightly forward and saying seriously: "Miss Wayne, is there anything specific you need our help with?"
Gwen hesitated for a while, then sighed: "Police, at the Gotham Police Department, you are among the few good Police. I know how dedicated you've been to my parents' case."
Upon hearing this, Brock immediately put on a smile, habitually chuckling: "Oh, Miss Wayne, please don't say that. There are actually many excellent colleagues in the Police Department, and everyone is just doing their duty." As he spoke, he waved his hands, trying to create a relaxed atmosphere.
However, after he finished speaking, he found that neither Gordon nor Gwen responded.
Gordon just quietly looked at Gwen, his eyes full of seriousness.
Gwen looked at Brock, her expression still serious.
It was then that Brock realized Gwen was not being polite, so he dropped his smile and sat up straight.
Seeing this, Gordon said softly: "Miss Wayne, please speak your mind."
Gwen took a deep breath, her gaze firm, and said: "I plan to invest in the Police system through Wayne Group."
As soon as she spoke, the reception room instantly fell silent, with only the ticking of the wall clock clearly audible.
Gordon frowned slightly but didn't take up the conversation, instead pretending not to understand and asking: "Miss Wayne, if you want to invest in the Police system, wouldn't it be easier to just approach the Gotham Police Department directly? Why consult with us?"
Gwen smiled bitterly, shook her head, and sighed, saying: "Director, do you really think that, besides you two, anyone else in the Gotham Police Department can be considered Police?"
Gordon remained silent after hearing this.
If anyone knew how corrupt the Gotham Police Department was, besides the Director, it was probably only Gordon.
Sometimes he would get really angry. How could he improve Gotham's safety when working with such a bunch of vermin?
So, he really couldn't bring himself to say idiotic things like, "How could that be? Everyone is a good Police."
Gwen waited quietly for a while, looking at the embarrassed Brock, and then at Gordon, who seemed to want to say something but held back. She sighed.
When she looked up again, her expression was even more serious, her back straightened, and she said word by word: "I hope my money is spent on those who truly maintain public order, and not on those good-for-nothings who line their pockets."
"I don't want to see Wayne Group's resources wasted on meaningless things, and I certainly don't want them to become tools for fostering corruption."
Brock sighed helplessly at her words.
He leaned back against the sofa, his face full of dejection.
What could be done about this?
Take what happened before, for example: a large group of people blatantly ran into the archives to tamper with documents, which was enough to show that the Police Department had long become a den of iniquity.
If he were to describe the Gotham Police Department, he could only say it was an all-encompassing, harmonious big family where all sorts of unsavory characters could find a place to hide.
Falcone acted with impunity in front, Maroni followed closely behind, and there were also various large and small gangs and criminal organization cronies colluding with each other, with various forces intertwined.
If you could figure out the structure of the Gotham Police Department, you could basically figure out the structure of Gotham City's gangs.
Through their efforts, they successfully made the entire Gotham Police Department better.
From a business perspective.
Unless all the gang's protectors were eliminated, nothing would ever change.
While Brock was frowning in worry, Gordon seemed to have thought of something, his eyes suddenly lighting up as he looked intently at Gwen.
Gwen had been observing the two Police opposite her, and upon noticing Gordon's action, the corners of her mouth curved slightly upward, revealing that gentle smile Gordon was familiar with.
After a moment of contemplation, Gordon looked at Gwen, gently shook his head, and said: "Miss Wayne, we understand your intentions, but as you said, there aren't many good Police in the department, and your investment would only embolden the maggots."
Although he said this, he kept observing Gwen's expression.
Gwen still wore that gentle smile and responded easily: "Director, if the Water in the Water tank is dirty, it can be changed."
Hearing this, Gordon continued to play riddles with this young lady: "Miss Wayne, this Water is dirty from the source."
"To change the Water, you have to change it from the source."
Brock listened, utterly bewildered, looking at Gordon one moment, then at Gwen, his heart full of questions.
What are they doing?
"But what if... this source now owes you a favor?" Gordon's brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on Gwen, as if trying to detect a hint of hesitation in her expression.
"It's fine." Gwen's expression remained unchanged, her demeanor calm and composed, as if everything was under her control. "As long as I play my part well enough, Falcone won't let us know who the underground king of Gotham is."
After Gwen explicitly named him, Gordon's mood became even more serious: "Are you sure? Mr. Falcone has done you a favor. Wouldn't doing this be too ungrateful to him, Miss Wayne?"
"I'm sure." Gwen's expression was very serious at this moment, her eyes fixed firmly on Gordon, "Any further questions, you can write them down on paper."
As she spoke, Gwen picked up a stack of paper from the coffee table beside her and gently handed it to Gordon.
Clearly, she had anticipated needing folded paper at this moment.
And when Gordon saw her action, he completely relaxed.
He gently waved his hand: "No need, Miss Gwen, let's hear your thoughts instead."