"I have always admired Harley, her fighting will and talent, but I didn't expect you to appreciate her so much, Boss."
Looking at Harley and Gordon walking out of the manor gate side by side, Bald Sass said with a strange expression.
“Four months ago, I wanted to kill her; three days ago, I thought I could bribe her with benefits; after yesterday, I decided to make friends with her.”
Falcone sniffed the rose in his handkerchief and asked meaningfully: "Do you know why my mind keeps changing?"
Sass shook his head.
“Four months ago, her madness and power alerted me. You also know how crazy the Hedao mercenaries were about her during that time.
As long as she wants, she can quickly form a new gang.
I was worried that she would become a source of chaos and break Gotham's long-standing peace and harmony, so I had murderous intentions.
But in the past four months, instead of going crazy, she had completely calmed down. Even though she often went to Dr. Strange for psychiatric consultation, she never went crazy again.
Since she no longer takes the initiative to destroy my rule and my Gotham's tranquility, I naturally make money in peace and don't want to provoke the local dragons who depleted the Crusaders.
Yesterday, I heard that she volunteered to be arrested by Gordon. I became interested and wanted to see what she could do for Gordon.
So, there is a test today.
I am very satisfied with the result.
I have dealt with all kinds of people in my life, and I know what kind of people are suitable to be business partners, what kind of people are suitable to be subordinates, and what kind of people can make friends.”
Sass frowned and said: "I don't doubt your judgment, but you never lack friends, right?
Why did you choose Harley and let her rise to the top and become a member of the family, on an equal footing with me, Fish, Nicola, etc., and the family status is second only to you?"
Falcone sighed: “Old Inzaghi from the Long Island dock is just a retired boatman. I have been friends with him for more than thirty years just because he is from Sicily.
I have many friends like Inzaghi.
But at critical moments, none of these old friends in life can be relied upon in my career.
At most, at my funeral, they grieved more truly than others.
You can never have too many friends, especially now, when people in the family are changing their minds, I need a career friend even more."
Sasmoran.
He understands the dilemma of Boss.
The more than ten dukes under the old king are roughly divided into three factions: first, the senior Italians who started fighting the old godfather decades ago, those who survived, or their descendants; second, the Italians who were defeated
The outsiders recruited include Chinese, Russians, and Latin Americans, represented by the Russian Nikola; third, the elites absorbed from Gotham over the years are represented by Fish Mooney.
Old Italians are naturally loyal to the old godfather, but they also have small thoughts. They feel that the old godfather is old and a prince should be selected from among them.
The Russian Nikolai's vagina is very naked. He has been suppressed by the old godfather and has never given up the idea of becoming the boss.
Fish, who has been trained by the old godfather since she was a child, should have become the old godfather’s assistant at this time. Because she is a woman, the old godfather took it for granted that she would not have the ambition to be the boss.
Then reality slapped him in the face. Fish was a heroic woman, more dishonest than the others.
The battle for Arkham with Maroni has dragged on for so long and seemed so difficult, in large part because of the instability within the Falcone family.
On the other side, walking on the winding driveway outside the manor, Gordon looked at Harley's right hand for the nth time.
That ring reflecting the crimson light in the setting sun.
"Harry, did you really get a 'Ring of Power' from Falcone?" He still couldn't believe it.
Kissing the ring only means being accepted by Falcone and becoming a member of the family.
If Falcone personally gives her a ring that represents family power, it means that Harley is qualified to create her own "Quinn Family" under the Falcone family.
For example, the stolen goods stolen by the kitten have been sold to Masky, who is under the command of "Fish Sister" Fish.
Masky is a direct subordinate of Fish and a member of the Fish family.
But if we zoom in to the entire Gotham, Muskie also belongs to the Falcone family.
It is almost copied from the Western feudal lord system. The ministers' ministers are not the king's ministers, but the nobles of the kingdom.
“Hey, I didn’t expect that. He suddenly became a Gotham boss.” Harley stretched out her palm and looked at the ruby ring, feeling a little unreal.
"Do you have a territory or a family? If not, you are just your own boss." Harvey said sourly, retracting his envious and jealous eyes.
“Even if I’m alone, your director will have to call me ‘Sister Harley’ when he sees me now!” Harley sneered.
“Harry, you can have a brighter future,” Gordon said hesitantly.
"Is there a future for you to catch me in jail? Now, I admit it in front of you, yes, the masked female gunman on Bali Street is me, come on, come and catch me!"
Harley was imposing and pressing forward step by step. Gordon looked struggling and stared at her without taking a step back.
“Jim, don’t be impulsive!” Harvey grabbed his partner and smiled bitterly: “This is reality! On the first day you came to the police station, I warned you not to be a hero.”
“Jim!” Barbara also hugged her fiancé’s arm and was about to cry.
After Dingding looked at Harry for a long time, Gordon sighed: "Harry, thank you for everything you did for me and Barbara. I know what you gave up for us.
Actually, before thanking you, I still owe you an ‘sorry’.
It was me who revealed the news that you were hiding in Bali Street to the Crusaders, which led to you being surrounded and suppressed by the gpd.
As a man, I broke my promise and failed to fulfill my promise to you.
As a police officer, I neglected my duty. Not only did I fail to protect the plaintiff, I also betrayed you. I’m sorry!”
“There’s no need to say sorry. I’m not afraid to tell you that I bloodbathed Gotham Cathedral and forced all the secrets out.
You tried your best at that time, but your ability was limited. After fighting hard, you were captured, and the crusaders pointed at your head.
And the person who betrayed me was not you, but your partner Harvey Bullock!" Harley pointed at the middle-parted head and said coldly.
"Is that why you didn't save me? But I fought tooth and nail for you. I was captured after fighting hard and had a gun pointed at my head." Harvey was a little excited.
“If I really blamed you, I would have found an opportunity to shoot you a few months ago. I won’t save you just because you are basically a traitor!” Harley sneered.
“You’re talking nonsense!” Harvey’s face turned pale and he glanced at Gordon subconsciously.
Gordon also looked at Harvey and said in a trembling voice: "What does she mean?"
“She’s talking nonsense, I’m not Falcone’s spy.”
Harvey waved his hands and shouted excitedly, as if he had been wronged.
“What evidence do you have?” Gordon turned to Harley.
Harry smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Think about it with your brain, why did Sass kill you?
Because you didn’t submit your vote, you played Falcone.
But what about your partner? He is a veteran police detective with ten years of experience!
Don't say you don't understand what this means.
With such information in Falcone's hands, why would he dare to point a gun at him?
Think again about the blank bombs and the drama that was obviously prepared in advance. Could it be that Boss Falcone has the ability to foresee?"
"Falcone promised me that he would not hurt you, so" Harvey looked pale and was too ashamed to look at Gordon.
“Brother, I can’t help it. Just like the witch Sister Harley said, you let the Penguin run away. You are clean and you have nothing to worry about, but I”
“Stop talking!” Seeing the 40-year-old man looking embarrassed, his eyes red, and almost crying on the street, Gordon stepped forward and hugged him.
“Harvey, stop talking, I forgive you.”
“Jim” the bearded Harvey put his face on Gordon’s shoulder and cried.
Harry got goosebumps all over her body, and touched Barbara who was stunned beside her, "Be careful, your husband may be snatched away."
Barbara smiled awkwardly, "Thank you, Harry."
“Harry, I think I have to say sorry to you again.”
Gordon let go of his partner, his eyes clear and alert.
“I’m very grateful for everything you have done for me and Barbara, and I really appreciate you treating me as a friend, but I think that from this moment on, we have to part ways.”
Harley looked at his determined eyes and asked curiously: "Because I became a Hedao boss?"
“Because I’m a policeman!” Gordon said solemnly.
“Have you compromised many times?” Harley said.
“Yes, I hope to defend the dignity of the law, but I have compromised with the black bosses and the Crusaders many times, for my own life and the safety of my family and friends.”
Gordon looked at her calmly, "Harry, I am thirty-five years old and an adult who has experienced ups and downs.
The ideals in my heart come from my own experiences, not the passion of a young man.
It is indestructible and will not be defeated by setbacks.
I am willing to defend the law with my life, just because the law can bring benefits to more people, rather than to gain false reputations such as integrity, nobility, and greatness by defending the law.
Even if I compromise again and again, I will still stick to my ideals. Even if you say I am hypocritical, it doesn’t matter.”
“Well said, come on, I’m optimistic about you!”
Harry gave a thumbs up and praised her, then quickened her pace and walked away from the small group of several people with a calm expression.
"Gordon, you shouldn't say that," Harvey said hesitantly, "She would be a good friend, really."
“I know,” Gordon said solemnly, looking at Harley’s back, “It’s precisely because she is a good friend that I can’t be friends with her.”
“Why?” Barbara asked puzzled.
Gordon said: "I'm worried that my belief in law and justice will be shaken when I face her committing a crime in the future. I might as well cut off the relationship now. It will be more natural for us to get along with each other in the future. And"
After a pause, he smiled bitterly: "She only considers me a friend because I have faith and am a good policeman.
Give up on your ideals and please her. She is such a big boss, and I am no different from other policemen. On the contrary, I am not qualified to be her friend.
Isn’t it very contradictory and ironic?”
After leaving Falcone Manor, Harley first went to the Strange Psychological Clinic.
“Sure enough, I said yesterday that you would definitely come back today.” The bald doctor didn’t have any surprises.
“What a coincidence this time.” Hallie gave an overview of her experiences in the past two days.
Strange's expression changed and he asked, "You haven't chosen a site yet?"
"It's a carrot, a pit. I, a new carrot, have no pit. However, Boss Falcone said that he will assign tasks to me tomorrow." Harley said lazily while lying on the armchair.
“I’m going to give you a suggestion, do you want to listen to it?” Strange said mysteriously.
“Do you have any inside information?” Harley became interested.
“If Falcone asked you to choose a territory, you would choose Arkham Island!”
“Falcone wants to build high-end apartments in Arkham. It’s a billion-dollar project. Can he give it to me?”
“Hey, high-end apartment areas are worthless, so you just choose remote and desolate places, such as Indian Hills!
If you believe me, do as I say, if you don’t believe me, just pretend I didn’t say anything." Strange whispered.
“Can’t you speak more clearly?” said Harry.
Strange hesitated for a moment and said: "Harry, after we have been together for so long, I have considered you a friend. But some secrets are too important. Telling them clearly will cost us both our lives."
I can only tell you that Falcone is not the pinnacle of power in Gotham.
If you have apparent ownership of Arkham, you have a good chance of reaching that circle."
When leaving the small clinic, Harley was not sure what Gotham's highest power circle meant.
Politicians? Plutocrats?
Until she passed through the sewers and returned to her Owl airship.
Looking at the airship that resembled an owl's head, she suddenly realized: Dr. Hugo was probably hinting at the Court of Owls, and there was their important industry under Indian Mountain!