"Later, when you learned about Arkham Island's huge interests, did you ever think about competing with Wayne?" Cobot asked.
“You idiot, I want to fight with Wayne, but can I fight?” Maroney scolded.
“That’s right, you can’t compete with him, and Falcone can’t compete with him either. Wayne’s name even makes you two emperors afraid to have the idea of giving it a try.
Mr. Maroney, please think about this carefully.
If Gotham is a kingdom, and under the king there are dukes, counts, viscounts, knights, subjects, and slaves, which role do you occupy?"
Maroney frowned and said, "What do you think?"
Cobot mused: "Slaves are the people at the bottom of Gotham, they are oppressed, blood sucked, and it is difficult to stand up;
The people of the territory are the middle class;
The knight is the police system and judicial system, whose duty is to protect the superstructure;
Viscount is a person who can control the police and prosecutor's office to do things for him;
Earl, a wealthy family that has been rooted in Gotham for more than a hundred years;
The Duke, whose power has spilled out of Gotham and reached into Washington;
The king is an irreplaceable behemoth with a huge influence on a global scale.”
“This,” Maroni said uncertainly, “According to your statement, I seem to be even a Viscount.”
I guess you still have some self-awareness.
Penguin sneered in his heart.
Maroni scratched the back of his head and thought: "Falcone is probably a viscount. He is more powerful than me, and he has an undercover agent beside me, but he still can't win completely.
Because the earl, the duke doesn’t want him to win”
“That’s it!” Penguin said excitedly: “Sir Maroni, do you know what Falcone’s son does?”
“Looks like a doctor.”
Penguin said quietly: "Thomas Wayne is also a doctor! Your Excellency, doctors are respected and have a good reputation. They are one of the highest-class professions.
A simple doctor cannot be considered an upper class person.
But the doctor with a net worth of hundreds of millions and huge influence suddenly narrowed the distance between him and Wayne in terms of class.
So, you understand?
Falcone wants to upgrade his family to a 'count' or even a 'duke'.
It’s a pity that the truly wealthy families do not allow him to easily squeeze into his own class.
Just like you wouldn’t allow other drug dealers into Gotham.”
Maroni looked at the Penguin in surprise and said, "Cobot, your little brain is really useful.
You saw through this when you were still working as an umbrella boy for Fish?"
“Well, I envy you even more for your physique and your bravery to carve out a world.” Penguin sighed half-truthfully.
If he can also fight well, Fish will at least give him a similar status to Butch Grundy.
But he has a somewhat deformed little body, and even when he holds an umbrella for Fish, he often gets the corners of her clothes wet.
Then he was slapped on the ear by Fish in public.
In Gotham, one’s skills determine the lower limit, while brain determines the upper limit.
And with good skills, it is easier to get ahead.
“Hahaha, my strength and stamina are not something you can envy. I have a strong and virtuous mother, and a father who works hard to make money to support the family. What about you?
I heard that your mother is a lunatic. She doesn’t know who her husband is. She has no job and lives only on the meager government relief fund.
Did you have milk when you were a child?"
Maroney patted his chest, which was as thick as a strong bear, and laughed loudly.
Penguin twitched several times, his eyes almost overflowing with murderous intent.
For just a moment, the viciousness in his eyes was buried deep in his heart. He sneered and said: "Actually, I have wanted to have a strong father to protect me and my mother since I was a child.
Although I approached you with other purposes, when I spent time with you, I felt like I was being taught and cared for by my father."
“I admire you too, otherwise I wouldn’t have promoted you from a poor dishwasher who couldn’t even afford brand-name leather shoes (PS) to my right-hand man in just a few months.” Maroni said with a complicated expression.
“Boss, it’s almost noon, the sun is getting bigger and bigger in the sky, let’s go back quickly.” The boy below the crane shouted.
Maroni looked down and saw that a group of boys’ faces were indeed covered in oil and sweat, and were as red as grilled shrimps.
“Boss, there is nothing to say to the traitors. Not killing them is not enough to scare people.” In the distance, the deputy blowing the air conditioner in the black Audi also shouted.
Maroni was stunned and said: "I haven't asked clearly yet."
“What are you asking about?”
He couldn't remember the reason why he stopped cutting the penguin in half in the first place.
Father-son love?
They have a strange father-son relationship!
Falcone’s son?
What does that kid have to do with me?
Gotham title?
It doesn’t seem right either.
The Arkham Project?
Well, the project is a foregone conclusion, what else is there to say?
“Shit!” Maroni simply didn’t want to think about it anymore and shouted to the Penguin under the sling: “Give me a reason not to kill you right now.”
The penguin hanging upside down glanced at the white sun in the sky, and secretly resented that in late autumn, when the weather was pleasant, he would have been able to hold Maroni and talk until the evening.
Damn it, did that old bastard Falcone give up on me?
Just as he was cursing in his mind, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a solitary black dot on the road outside the garbage dump, approaching quickly from a distance.
The rope that bound the Penguin's hands was tied to the broken Honda car. The Honda car was on the top of the abandoned car mountain, more than ten meters above the ground, so the Penguin could see very far away.
Who is coming to save me?
Why only one motorcycle?
Just one or two people
Or, the Romans asked him to negotiate with Maroni?
That's it for eighty percent. After all, this is Maroni's territory. It's useless no matter how many people come, and I, the hostage, are still in the opponent's hands.
With confidence in his heart, Penguin no longer pretended, and said loudly: "Your Excellency Maroni, the Earl, and the Duke are big shots. They suppressed Falcone, so they naturally planned to promote you.
You are now at a critical moment, and you must work hard to show them the true nature of a businessman, so that you can become the true 'Successor of Falcone' and the new Emperor of Hedao in the future."
Maroney was stunned and asked in confusion: "Am I really chosen?"
“Yes, besides you, who else in Gotham is qualified to replace the Romans?”
“But, what does this have to do with me killing you?” Maroni asked curiously.
“You are being inspected, so you must behave well!”
“I don’t understand.” Maroni lowered his head and looked down at the younger brothers. They all shook their heads in confusion.
Penguin Humanity said: “Real businessmen only value real interests and do not be affected by their own emotions.
Falcone’s eldest son was killed early in his life, and his brother was killed, but he still sat at the negotiating table with his enemies to discuss business.
Impulses and conflicts are the biggest enemies of business.
The big shots in Gotham need people who can bring them stable benefits.
So, you have to show the magnanimity of a big shot.
Treat me as a bargaining chip to trade with Mr. Falco, and you will definitely get a benefit; if you kill me just for a moment of pleasure, not only will you not get any benefits, Mr. Falco will also conflict with you.
If you are only satisfied with your current status as a hero, you can kill me readily.
But if you want to surpass yourself, you must learn from your predecessors and pay more attention to practical interests.”
“It seems to make sense?” Maroni looked at Odili’s second-in-command, “Tacos, what do you think?”
“Boss, what Penguin said is too complicated, I can’t understand it.” Tacos said awkwardly.
Maroney nodded with a sense of superiority, "What he said makes sense, and I completely understand it."
The roar of the locomotive could no longer be ignored, and everyone looked towards the gate of the scrap yard.
A black Yamaha heavy-duty motorcycle.
Black helmet, slim figure wrapped in a black coat, long hem flapping in the wind, like a flag.
“Whoosh!” A mini-missile was shot from the side of the front wheel of the locomotive, blowing away the barbed wire gate. The Yamaha rushed through the burning remains of the iron gate and accelerated towards the crane.
“Enemy attack!” Maroni shouted and retracted into the cab of the crane. Dozens of his boys, who were dazzled by the sun, ran hurriedly in search of cover.
“Who is coming, so brave?” Penguin murmured in shock.
Yamaha braked sharply next to the crane, and its rear wheels drew a semicircle on the mud, blowing up dust all over the sky.
The motorcycle stalled, and the ink-colored visor of the helmet lifted up, revealing a pretty face like the bright moon.
“Harley Quinn!” Penguin was surprised.
“Witch Harley?!”
Maroney's younger brothers exclaimed, and then all retreated behind the bunker.
“Boss Maroni, please come out and talk.”
“Witch Harley, what are you doing here?” Maroni poked his head half out of the window, looking down and shouted.
Harley pointed to the Penguin on the garbage mountain above, "Give Cobot to me, and Mr. Falco will give you an explanation."
“Let him talk to me himself.”
"Of course he will receive you personally, but time is urgent today, so let me come and pick you up first," said Harry.
After confirming that the witch was not here to start a war, Maroni relaxed, walked out of the crane door with a smile, and shouted carelessly: "Babygirl, I'm afraid it's not that simple to ask for a penguin just by talking nonsense."
“Boss Maroni, I am also a well-known master of the fighting arena. Isn’t your title inappropriate?” Harley narrowed her eyes and said calmly.
“Hahaha!” Maroni opened his arms, looked around the field, and said proudly: “This is my territory, I can say whatever I want, there is nothing inappropriate.”
Seeing that the boss faced the witch head-on and was so heroic, the younger brothers who were hiding behind the abandoned car also came out and looked at Harley with a proud smile.
“We are not trash like the GCPD.” Costa, the second boss, said coldly while holding the P90.
“I come here with sincerity.” Harley sighed.
Maroni looked at her carefully and said with a smile: "Babygirl, you might as well bring a few more submachine guns. Your sincerity is as useless as the baseball bat you stuck in the back seat."
Harley turned her head and glanced at the 'Heaven Silver Baseball Bat', looked at the strong man above seriously and asked: "Are you serious?"
“Baby whoosh whoosh!”
Hearing him call out the name again, Harley pulled out the baseball bat with her back hand, threw it upwards, and hit Maroni in the face like lightning.
“oh,No”
The Penguin hanging on the mountain of scrap cars shouted in despair, "Harley, don't be impulsive!"
“Fire, kill her!” Costa, the second boss, looked ferocious as he pulled the trigger in the direction of Yamaha.
Harley pulled the handlebar, pointed the front of the car at him, and pressed the transmitter.
“Whoosh!”
The moment the submachine gun fired, micro missiles also shot out.
“Boom!”
Costa is everywhere.
Harry didn't even move.
With a smile on her lips, she stretched out her right hand upward to catch the falling baseball bat. Her movements were graceful and free, as if she had practiced it thousands of times.
Then, Yamaha shook its head on the spot, and the remaining four micro-missiles were shot out in a fan shape.
“Swish, swish, swish!” Shoot to the area with the highest concentration of little brothers.
“Boom, boom, boom!”
The sky was filled with flames all around, and broken limbs were flying everywhere.
“It’s so crazy.” The penguin hanging upside down looked sluggish, with his mouth wide open and drool dripping from his mouth.