A rainy night in Gotham. The rain in Gotham is always delicate and long, with a soul-crushing coldness. The rain lines are like a gray net under the light. When it is close to the ground, every drop of rain falling on the ground will
A tiny splash of water.
The sound of the engine sounded from the end of the dark alley, accompanied by the slight sound of water, and the subtle sound of tires pressing over the uneven road became closer and closer. When the dazzling car lights appeared at the back door of the police station, Gordon knew,
You're going to be in trouble yourself.
A stretched luxury car parked in front of Gordon. He saw the reflection of the rifle barrel in the car window. A man nodded to him in the rearview mirror. No one spoke. The whole process was like Gotham.
The night is just as quiet.
Gordon took a deep breath and reached out to touch the pistol on his waist. Although the pistol had just been replaced with new accessories, it did not bring him any sense of security. In this city, the police could not rely on their
Guns have no law enforcement power, not even for self-protection.
A man in a black suit came down and opened the car door for Gordon. Gordon glanced at his watch. It was now 9:12 pm, and he was going to miss dinner with Barbara again.
Finally, Gordon got into the car. When the car started, he looked out the window. The neon sign of the store flashed across his field of vision, leaving a bright trace of red and blue. Raindrops hit the glass of the car window.
, blurring these lights into an invisible halo.
Gordon said: "Who am I going to see?"
"You'll know when you see it." The person sitting in the passenger seat answered him.
As they drove onto a somewhat bumpy road, the vehicle shook a little, and the headlights flashed on different buildings. Soon they turned into an alley that Gordon had never been to before. He knew that this place should be in the East District.
, and it is in the most dangerous fringe area of the Eastern District.
He got out of the car, and a black suit led him to the door of a mansion. There were two people standing in front of the door, both holding guns in their hands. One of them came up, and Gordon folded his hands in front of his forehead.
The man took away the gun from his waist, searched his body up and down, and after confirming that there was no weapon, Gordon followed the leader and walked in.
The mansion was luxuriously decorated and brightly lit inside, but there were not many people there. Gordon went up to the second floor. As soon as the person leading the way opened the door, Gordon saw a rather burly figure from behind. He knew that it was Sa.
Al Maroney, the new big boss in the East End.
Maroni turned around. He was not handsome, and looked a bit fierce. The corners of his mouth were always pointed downwards, while the corners of his eyes were always pointed upward in an evil way.
He twirled the ring on his hand and said: "Chief, please sit down, I'm taking the liberty of inviting you over tonight.
"I don't even know what's wrong with today's gang members. You are all so polite and polite, and you seem to be more like a police officer than me."
Gordon's reply was very rude, and he did not sit down as Maroney wanted, but stood up straight.
Maroney's expression was gloomy, but he didn't seem to mind Gordon's offense. He said: "I invited you here because I wanted to talk to you about a business deal. You know, just like gangsters often talk about."
That kind of thing.”
"I don't do business with gangsters."
"Oh?" Maroni laughed, "This statement is very novel. I have heard some of you say that my price is not enough, but I have never heard of anyone not wanting to cooperate with the gang."
"That's the truth. I don't cooperate with any gangsters."
"Then why did you get involved in the godfather's business? Your field team must have been making money from his private prison, right?"
"I'm just a policeman. Fighting crime is the bounden duty of the police," Gordon said.
What he said was true. Even if he knew that the criminals he caught would only bring more money to the godfather, his own behavior was indeed catching criminals. If this behavior could bring him
Profit would be better, but if it doesn't work, Gordon will always stick to it. After all, this is what he did when he didn't have this business, and he was the only one who did it.
"My conditions are very simple and simple. You don't have to do anything. You just need to drag it on and find various reasons to stop the people from the field team from leaving."
Maroni spread his hands and said: "How simple! All you have to do is do nothing, and I will offer you a price that satisfies you."
Gordon said: "I can see that you have been imitating the Godfather. I have not met Falco's cabinet, but I know that there are countless imitators of him in Gotham. They think they are elegant, gentle and polite.
He has a good accent, even imitating him, with a bit of an Italian accent."
"But it's useless, Mr. Maroney, you are not Falcone, and there will never be another Falcone in Gotham. At least for now, Gotham is the Godfather's Gotham, not yours.
"
Maroni's face turned completely dark because Gordon revealed his inner problem. He was indeed imitating Falcone, or as Gordon said, too many people in Gotham were imitating the Godfather.
Although they had not even gone to high school, they still imitated Falcone and used all kinds of very elegant expressions to twist a short sentence into a long and difficult sentence with all kinds of complex grammar.
They wear suits and bow ties, wear flowers on their chests, and hold pens instead of pistols, just like the Godfather.
Falcone is like a benchmark in Gotham City. The godfather's charisma is so strong that all gang leaders are imitating him, and Maroney is one of them.
When you come to Gotham, you will be very surprised. The gangs here will not find a group of kidnappers to kidnap you. Instead, they will drive a black luxury car and silently drive you in a rainy night.
Go to your door, then sit behind a black desk in a luxuriously decorated room, dressed in formal attire, and talk to you in a polite manner.
They look less like gangsters and more like a group of old-school aristocrats, all of which come from Falcone's influence.
This makes Maroni feel ashamed, because he is different from others. He feels that he has never succumbed to the power of the godfather. He feels that he is destined to overthrow Falcone, but he has to admit that he
Indeed, he has been imitating this godfather.
And what he imitated was not like Maroney. In fact, Maroney was not suitable for wearing a suit at all. He did not have the elegant temperament of the Godfather. Even a neat suit could not hide his brutality.
But Falcone represents the most glorious era of the Gotham gang. Every move he makes is engraved with the traces of that boiling era. This kind of temperament brought from those golden years, the kind of feeling that everything is under control.
The power fascinates Maroni.
He is full of malice towards the Godfather and wants to replace him, but at the same time, like everyone in Gotham, he is also full of heartfelt respect for the Godfather.
Gordon looked at Maroni's silence and said, "You know what? Before I entered this door, I knew that the person who invited me was definitely not the Godfather. Even though you were using his favorite car model, you also used
This is his most common way to invite people."
"Really? Because of what?" Maroney asked.
"If it were Falco's cabinet who invited me here today, I would not be searched or my gun would be handed over. In fact, the godfather doesn't care at all whether I have weapons on me when I see him, because he has more weapons than you.
Much more confident.”
Maroney could hardly keep up the pretense. Every word Gordon said struck a chord in his heart, and everything he said was true.
When Falcone invites anyone over to talk, he will not surrender their weapons. Even if the other person is a desperado who has killed countless people, he still dares to sit behind the table, less than two meters away from those people, unarmed, and only uses his
The language convinced them.
But Maroney didn't dare.
How dare he let a well-trained old policeman with a gun come within two meters of him? He had no confidence at all. He had to beware of Gordon suddenly attacking him. He didn't even know why Falcone dared to do that.
Why is the godfather so confident that no one he sees dares to attack him? Maroni does not understand this problem from beginning to end. In his view, if there is a mistake, all his efforts will be destroyed by gunfire.
It turned into nothing. He would never give anyone this chance.
He felt that his caution was right, but this did not prevent him from feeling the shame of losing before fighting. He said to Gordon in a low voice: "Do you think your current actions are wise? Repeatedly on my territory
That pisses me off?!"
"Have you started to put aside those disguises?" Gordon asked him: "What you said just now is no different from that of a gangster on the street. You didn't use any complicated words because you think I have seen through the truth, so
Isn’t it necessary to keep pretending?”
Maroney waved his hand, and there was a click behind him. The sound of a bullet being loaded echoed in the room. The man in a suit behind him held a shotgun and pointed it straight at Gordon.
Gordon shook his head and said: "This is the difference between you and Falco's cabinet. You came to me and said you wanted to discuss business, but there has never been a principle in this world where you will kill people if you can't negotiate business. You are still a gangster."
One thing, if I don’t agree to it, you can point a gun at me and force me to agree.”
"So why did you send a car and someone to take me here? You might as well just find a group of kidnappers, just like the other gangs in the East District, tie me to a basement, give me two punches, and then take
Put a gun to my head and ask me if I will answer. If I don't answer, shoot me in the arm."
"That's enough." Maroney said. He took a deep breath and waved his hand. The man behind him put down his gun. He said: "You are very smart. You know that I don't want to lose to Falcone."
"Your cleverness saved your life, Chief Gordon. I can let you go tonight, but this is not because I am imitating anyone, but because I am kindly giving you a chance to think. If you change your mind,
, you know where to find me."
When Gordon came out of the mansion, his shirt was almost soaked with cold sweat.
Only he knew how dangerous it was just now. If he hadn't repeatedly used Falcone to stimulate Maroni and aroused Maroni's rebellious psychology, it was still a question whether he could have walked out of the mansion intact.
The cold wind of Gotham blew on him, and thin lines of rain hit his face. He slowly walked back. He thought, he was right, Maroni was really better than Falcone.
It was so bad that he was already furious.
If it was Falcone who invited him tonight, let alone whether Gordon's little tricks would anger the godfather, even if he was rude to Falcone, the godfather would not even give him a car to take him back.
Send it to him.
Thinking this, Gordon looked up and looked at the night sky in Gotham. Raindrops fell in his eyes. He wiped his face, and then he thought, I'm afraid this trouble is far from over.