"In order to protect me, my mother took me back to the old house near the Living Hell, but we still couldn't live in peace. My father's former enemies chased us over and over again..."
"It was one night. I was washing dishes in a bar in the East End. When I came out, I was surrounded by people. They were about to shoot. A car passed by. Sitting in it was a member of Falco's cabinet.
, he stopped the gang and drove them away..."
"The godfather saved you?"
"Yes, I was only 12 years old at that time, but I was very thin and looked younger. He might not understand that they wanted to shoot a child. In short, at that time, I met the godfather..."
"I don't know where he saw that I was worth nurturing. I'm thin, small, in poor health, not pleasing to the eye, and I don't know how to play both sides. But my godfather still helped me secretly..."
"So, when he needed you, you went to kill for him?"
Cobot said expressionlessly: "What's wrong with this? He saved me. I know it's nothing to him, but killing someone is nothing to me either..."
"I have to say that you were very experienced in the old Edward case. You didn't look like a novice. Can you tell me more about that day?"
Cobot shook his head and said: "That all depends on the prestige of the Godfather. No one dares to run wild on his territory. This is not something worthy of praise..."
"Okay, let's get to the point. Everything you've done should not be just following the crowd. What exactly do you want to do?"
"I want to get rid of the control of the godfather." Cobot said shockingly.
"To be precise, it's not the old godfather..." Cobot added: "I am willing to work for Falcone and kill people for him, but only under Falco's cabinet..."
"I knew some time ago that the old godfather wanted to abdicate and hand over the power in his hands to his son, Falcone Jr."
Cobot snorted and said disdainfully: "But he is not good. Little Falcone is completely inferior to his father. If you follow him, you will not have any future."
"If the new godfather wants to inherit the old godfather's position, he will naturally inherit his property and connections, which naturally includes me. But I think that little Falcone is too far behind, and I don't want to follow him...
"
"Why do you think so?" Schiller asked him.
"Before, he wanted to carry out reforms, but the territory given to him by the old godfather was messed up by him."
"He is full of motivation but has no goals. He is tough but lacks thinking. To put it simply, he is not the material."
"So, what did you do?"
"I know that the old godfather is not dead yet. It is impossible to get rid of him by forceful means. I will die."
"I have received favors from him and have killed people for him. Maybe it looks like we are even."
"But every Gothamite knows that once you have done something like this, you will never be able to go ashore again. You will either die or go to the dark side."
"But I don't want to be part of the inheritance and follow the instructions of the new godfather. In other words, the new godfather's stupidity will not only kill himself, but also kill me. I don't want to die, so I want to leave."
"When my godfather asked me to come to the living hell to stare at this place, I realized that the opportunity had come..."
"My first target was the Mooney Gang." Cobot said in a louder voice: "I had to gain a foothold here first and find out the situation before I could formulate follow-up plans, so I joined the Mooney Gang and listened to Fish.
It took me a very short time to figure out everything here."
Cobot's words gradually became smoother, and when it came to this aspect, the future Penguin talked endlessly.
"When I completed the preliminary survey, the Munich Gang was no longer a good place to stay, because Fish's territory was compressed layer by layer, and the scope of activity began to become very small. I could not collect enough intelligence.
At this time, I cannot let my godfather think that I am not working hard."
"So, I found an opportunity and hooked up with Kevin. Yes, he didn't choose me, but I chose him..."
As Cobot continued to talk, his words echoed in the ward, and his recent life turned into scenes of drama before their eyes.
As he spoke, the red curtain opened, revealing the narrow corridor of living hell behind it.
Cobot and Kevin stood in the corridor. The short and stooped Cobot said flatteringly to Kevin: "Mr. Kevin, please do yourself a favor and please patronize my business..."
The tall Kevin raised his head, took a pack of cigarettes from Copot, opened it, looked at it, and said, "Are you a new cigarette seller? I've never seen you before, you must be that crazy woman."
People, right?"
"Yes, yes..." Cobot nodded eagerly, and then he rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said, "I am also forced to make a living. There are too few people buying cigarettes in the South District, otherwise I wouldn't know how to buy cigarettes."
Taking the risk to come here..."
"How much do you sell a pack for?"
"Seventy cents, sir, only seventy cents."
Kevin raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "Seventy cents? What's going on? The small cigarette sellers here all charge ninety cents or one dollar, why are you selling it so cheaply?"
Kevin looked at the pack of cigarettes again, took out one from it, and Cobot obligingly came up to light a cigarette for him, and then said: "Actually, I can still make money from this. I am active in the south and north at the same time.
One lap takes 1 hour and 20 minutes, and about 6 to 7 packs of cigarettes can be sold. Even if the profit from each pack of cigarettes is only ten cents, there are 13 hours of activity in a day, and an average of 6 to 7 packs of cigarettes can be sold..."
Kevin took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the smoke, looked Cobot up and down, and said: "You can still calculate? It's really strange. Those little brats I met who sell cigarettes can't even calculate change..."
"
Cobot still nodded and smiled, and inadvertently revealed that he once went to school in a wealthy area in the south. He kept chatting with Kevin. After Kevin smoked two cigarettes, he felt a little moody. He pinched
Holding his cigarette butt, he said, "I think you are good. If you follow that crazy woman Fish, nothing good will come of it."
"Go and get me two good cigarettes, and I'll let you work at the delivery port on the second floor. You'll get a commission of three cents for every 10 cigarettes, which is more than you make from selling cigarettes."
Cobot looked overjoyed, and Kevin curled his lips and said: "You guys with weak arms and weak legs can only do a few things besides running errands, buying newspapers, buying cigarettes, etc..."
"Those little bastards make mistakes every day, and their brains are not as bright as a rusty door latch. They make me lose money, so don't let me be lazy..."
As the smoke from the cigarette in Kevin's hand gradually dispersed, the curtain slowly closed, and Schiller turned to Copot and said, "I can tell you've done a good job so far."
"You took advantage of your thin body and pretended to be the most common kid selling cigarettes and running errands in the living hell. You inadvertently showed your computing skills and successfully switched jobs to Kevin."
"But that's not all I want."
The curtain opened again, and the cardboard boxes were stacked higher and higher, and the bills flew out of Copot's hands, passing through the narrow corridors of the living hell, passing by the door of the delivery port, on the stairs for shipping goods, and by the back cook of the restaurant.
, a thin figure shuttled between them.
The last piece of paper stuck to Cobot's face with a "snap" sound. When he took the paper off with his hand, the bright neon light of a restaurant sign reflected in his exposed eyes.
"You probably didn't lie about this part." Schiller commented: "I can see that you really want to open a restaurant."
Copot's lips moved as he was lying on the hospital bed. He was silent for a while, and then said: "Yes, but this is not what I should consider now."
"What I want to think about now is that as an errand boy, my path at the bottom has come to an end. Next, I have to find a way to become a manager."