It was another rainy day in Gotham. As soon as the sky dawned, it started to rain heavily. The ground in Gotham, which had not yet been completely repaired, was full of potholes and water. In addition to the heavy rain, there was also strong wind. Pedestrians on the road were stunned.
Holding an umbrella in front of you, you fight against the harsh weather.
A cloud of gray mist slowly condensed in the room. In the psychological counseling room of Gotham University, Schiller looked at the umbrella in his hand and shook his head.
This umbrella was really badly damaged. Originally, it was just missing a part, causing one of the ribs to fracture, and one side of the umbrella was somewhat dented, but it was still usable.
But the harder you tried, the faster it broke. The second and third ribs were also fractured one after another, and most of the fan was dented, making it almost impossible to hold it open at all.
Although the ribs supporting the umbrella are broken, the metal pole in the middle of the umbrella is still intact. As long as it is folded, it can also be used as a cane. But before, Schiller flashed to the ground and gave the devil a blow with his umbrella.
.
The devil's chin is not made of cotton. The handle of the umbrella was cracked and it was almost impossible to hold it. Later, Constantine gave it a try, and the handle was completely shattered. Now only the inner metal tube is left.
Overall, it has changed from an umbrella to a mallet...
When Alberto walked in, he saw the professor standing behind his desk, holding an umbrella that could no longer be called an umbrella, with a look of regret on his face.
His movement of walking in caught Schiller's attention. Schiller looked up at him and said: "Good morning, Alberto, please sit down."
"Professor, if you need a new umbrella, I can make it custom-made..."
Schiller shook his head. He put the broken umbrella next to his chair and said, "No, I will get a new one soon."
After finishing speaking, he straightened his coat, sat up straight, looked at Alberto and said, "Has Hawke's funeral been held?"
"Yes, I communicated with his brother at the funeral, and he expressed his willingness to be loyal to me." Although Alberto was still as deep as ever, it was not difficult to hear his current happiness from his tone.
"I told you before that when there are two power cores in a group, they will never be as close as brothers, even if they are real brothers."
"To be honest, they hid it very well." Alberto sighed and said, "I have never seen any scene of discord between the Hawke brothers in Vince Yin's memory. Everyone in the Twelve Families
Praise them for their closeness as brothers and their unparalleled understanding."
"Maybe it was like this in the past." Schiller stood up, walked to the coffee machine and started playing with it. He turned his back to Alberto and said, "Don't forget, Gotham has undergone a lot of changes recently."
"As you said, the elder brother of the Hawke brothers is the real power controller in the family, while the younger brother is responsible for handling the internal affairs of the family and taking charge of details."
“If you have studied the part of Vince Yin’s memory about me teaching him psychology, you should understand that not only people’s thoughts guide actions to change the environment, but the environment and behavior also shape people’s thoughts.”…
"As the leader of the family, the elder brother must be tough enough. This is the style of all gang bosses. They must be aggressive and always energetic, and must not be hesitant or indecisive, otherwise no one will work with him...
…”
"As the chief housekeeper of the house, my younger brother must consider everything thoroughly and comprehensively. He must be able to weigh the pros and cons, consider the costs and benefits, and must not act rashly, otherwise it may lead to a break in the capital chain or problems in the network."
"Such two brothers will definitely have different opinions when they encounter the pain of Gotham's reform."
Alberto took the coffee handed over by Schiller and said: "Indeed, the elder brother of the Hawke brothers told me that they had actually been at odds a few years ago. His younger brother always used various methods to express his discord.
The detailed factors are used as reasons to hinder the development of gangs, at least in his view."
"After Gotham began to reform, their conflicts became so intense that they could not be reconciled. My brother wanted to forge ahead, seize a bigger piece of the cake during the reform, and stand at the forefront to fly to a higher class..."
"But the younger brother is more cautious. He is not sure whether this reform will change the original situation. He is worried that the Hawke family will plummet as a result. Therefore, he is always using various methods to obstruct his elder brother."
Alberto put his elbow on the table and took a sip of coffee in his other hand. He said with some emotion: "Professor, I found in Vince Yin's memory that he respected you very much. I didn't know why before.
, but now I kind of understand.”
"Using the conflict between the Hawke brothers as an entry point, helping the older brother of the Hawke brothers to get rid of the younger brother who has been holding him back will not only win over the leader of the Hawke family, but also speed up the reform and make the twelve families more
Unity.”
"More importantly, you can also use serial murder as a cover. If you blatantly attack the old godfather's subordinates, no matter what, you will still hurt your father's face. But if the mysterious serial murderer does this
Everything, then Hawke can only consider himself unlucky." Schiller concluded.
Alberto moved his fingers holding the coffee cup, and he asked tentatively: "I heard that yesterday..."
"What do you want to ask?" Schiller looked up at him.
Alberto thought for a moment and said, "The godfather sent someone to kill Richie, right?"
"You chose the right question, so I will answer you, yes."
"And I can also tell you that this is because Rich deliberately designed his little daughter to meet you and then get into your bed. The godfather was very dissatisfied with this, so he chose a very tragic way to die.
.”
Alberto curled his lips and said: "Miss Richie is very beautiful, but she is just beautiful. Her father did not teach her well. She has purpose written on her face. Therefore, even if she is 80% beautiful, she can only be called beautiful."
Raise some interest..."
Schiller heard his tone and asked: "You didn't sleep with her?"
Alberto shook his head and said: "She has almost written her purpose on her face, how could I be fooled? Besides, I am not sure about the godfather's attitude. I don't know whether he will approve of me and Richie leaving."
Too close..."...
"You made the right choice, because Godfather only thinks of Richie as a dog."
"But he actually doesn't care about you sleeping with Miss Ritchie. She can't be the future godfather's wife anyway. Your caution caused you to miss an affair. Do you regret it?" Schiller said with a smile.
Alberto took another sip of coffee, shook his head and said, "An unexpected encounter is called an affair. It is not a wonderful encounter if it is planned."
"So, the godfather actually..." Alberto slid his fingertips on the coffee cup and said hesitantly: "Doesn't it mean that he is willing to help me deal with the evil Richie..."
"You don't have to hesitate so much, it's the answer you want."
Schiller put his hands on the table and said: "You have a grudge against the Godfather... Maybe you two can't be called a grudge, because the one who has a grudge against the Godfather is the Court of Owls, and you can only be regarded as a victim."
"Now, the godfather has only two choices, either you or someone else. If you have a grudge against the godfather, then wouldn't there be others? Do you expect that the nephew of the Twelve Family will let go of Falcone after he comes to power?
people?"
Alberto shook his head and said: "Of course it's impossible, unless we are willing to self-exile, such as returning to Italy to retire or something."
"Of course, after you take office, you may also ask the old godfather to return to Italy to retire, but after all, your surname is Falcone, and more importantly, you have the ability to continue to rule Gotham, while other people, in addition to being bad, are also
Very stupid."
"As long as the old godfather is not willing to give up his life's hard work to others, and as long as he wants to continue to be Gotham's underground protection umbrella, he has only one choice..."
Alberto let out a sigh of relief. He stared at the foam on the surface of the coffee in silence for a long time. Finally, he said: "He will not admit that I am his son, so I do not want to admit that he is my father, but there will be no end."
In the vortex of power, only the remaining love between father and son can allow us to retain the last bit of dignity in this war."
After Alberto left, Schiller continued to drink the coffee. After he drank the last sip of coffee, there was a knock on the door of the consulting room again, and Schiller said: "Please come in."
The person who walked in was Cobot. He was wearing a big black raincoat. He seemed to be walking in a hurry, and the tips of his hair and eyebrows were covered with rainwater.
He walked in, took off his raincoat, and Schiller pointed to the coffee machine. He walked over and made himself a cup of coffee, then walked over and sat down opposite Schiller.
Schiller took out the medical record and said to him: "Before we get down to business, I still have to ask you and your mother's mental state as usual."
"Not bad. She has improved a lot. I took her to the new apartment yesterday. After she regained consciousness, she was very satisfied with the environment there..."
Cobot's tone finally had some ups and downs, and he seemed to have come out of those hazes.
Schiller wrote a few words on the medical record, and then said: "Okay, how are things going well with the gang recently? Lawrence, Hawke, and Rich are all dead. The Lawrence family is leaderless, the Hawke family has changed their attitude, and Albert
Tuo’s path to the top is already smooth, what about you?”…
"Bruce recommended me to Vince Yin. Of course, this was just a formality. Alberto and I had a tacit understanding for a long time. He had too few people available and was eager to establish his own direct line, and I just met his requirements."
"Originally, Lawrence was the one who was most dissatisfied with me, and Richie was also dissatisfied with Alberto not using his people, but now, they are all dead, so I will be Alberto's confidant after he takes office."
"It's not surprising that these uncle-generation family leaders would interfere with the princelings organized by Alberto. They are just dissatisfied with you. If there is one of them who is decisive in killing, you will have been replaced by one of them, and the corpses will have been
Thrown into the sea..."
"The deal you mentioned before...the deal between us..." Cobot looked at Schiller and said: "You help me get rid of these people who hinder my rise to power, and I agree to your request...You are
Do you want me to kill someone?"
Schiller shook his head and said: "I will not let a child help me kill people, and I don't have any enemies, so I have to kill him."
"I have always treated people with sincerity. I have many friends. I have no rivals in Gotham. And my request is very simple. It is definitely within your ability."
"...What is it?"
At night, the rain finally subsided. At the entrance of the Gotham University cafeteria, Victor put away his umbrella, opened the curtain with the tip of the umbrella, and walked in. Schiller followed behind him, holding his umbrella as well.
keep it.
Victor turned back and looked at Schiller's umbrella and said, "Have you repaired it? This umbrella is so broken, and you can actually repair it??"
When the two sat down, Victor took a closer look and found that there was a Viking Umbrella Maker's logo on the top of the umbrella. He said, "Isn't this the umbrella that was in Cobot's house before? That's not it."
Did his father leave it? Why did he end up here with you?"
"Because I made a deal with him and I helped him with something, he gave me this umbrella."
"None of you are willing to understand me. In Gotham, I don't even have an umbrella. I have to find a way on my own. But now, thank God, I have a new umbrella..."
Schiller squinted his eyes and looked at the umbrella in his hand repeatedly, as if appreciating the fruits of his hard work. He said with great satisfaction: