In this bar, Carmen-Faconi is the supreme king, and it is often visited by congressmen, union leaders, police, judges and the like. It would not cause any harm if Faconi blows people's heads with a gun in that bar.
The prosecution department will not bother him with trivial matters such as murder, arson, smuggling and drug trafficking.
Seven years ago, Bruce Wayne, the prince of Gotham and the heir to the Wayne Group, rushed to this bar alone, came to Carman Feconi, and loudly said that he was not afraid of him, but was told by Carman Feconi that he was not afraid of him.
Connie gave him a good education as a person who grew up in life, and then disappeared without a trace, only now returning to Gotham.
Since then, people have been more in awe of Carmen-Faconi.
At this moment, his gang leaders were standing in front of the table where Feconi was drinking, trembling like elementary school students being punished for making mistakes, not daring to show off.
Of course, that includes the unlucky Mr. Salvatore Maloney, whose bar was attacked by a group of clowns last night and suffered heavy losses.
"Maloney, I heard what happened to that bar. I remember when you took over, you promised me that you would run it solidly and make it a cash cow for us. But now, why was this tree taken away by the clown?
Already?"
Maloney said with an embarrassed smile: "Sir, it's my fault, but the clown is also a lunatic..."
"Of course I know the clown is a lunatic!" Feconi interrupted Maloney and said: "But I heard that the clown shouted before leaving that he had stolen three million dollars, but you said you lost it.
Eight million."
"Sir, you know, the clown has always been crazy. He behaves completely irrationally. He clearly wants to sow discord between us. Mr. Feconi, please believe in my loyalty to you," Maloney said.
"Really?" Feconi drank a glass of wine and smacked his lips and said, "The clown usually kills people, sets fires, blows up bars, makes the police look around, and even blows up my car, but he never robbed me of any money.
This large-scale operation is just for those few million, which is a bit unreasonable."
Maloney sighed and said in a very calm tone: "Mr. Feconi, I promise to catch the clown as soon as possible and spit out all the money he has swallowed."
"Well, that's good too!" Feconi looked indifferent: "The dignified Mr. Maloney was so humiliated, and it would be outrageous to let the clown escape in the end."
"Yes, Mr. Faconi." Maloney bowed deeply and slowly withdrew.
When he walked out of the bar door, he looked up at the dark sky, casually got into his car, and just breathed a long sigh of relief.
As the car drove smoothly on the roads of Gotham City, Maloney said nothing for a while. "Mr. Feconi's cargo transportation this week, please arrange for them to be leaked to that poor Chief Gordon."
"Sir, but..."
"Chief Gordon is an upright police officer, but he can't hide the secret. The clown will soon discover this news."
Maloney said calmly.
"Yes, sir." The subordinate replied.
The car continued to remain quiet.
But Maloney's heart was filled with ups and downs: "If the clown plays tricks on me this time, then he is very likely to play tricks on Feconi next time. If he is unlucky, then I must be prepared."
"But what if the Joker just acted casually? Then the sky of Gotham is still shrouded in Feconi. Do I have to make up for the five million shortfall myself?"
Thinking of this, Maloney couldn't help but feel heartbroken and bleeding.
He never thought that he could get back the lost eight million from the clown.
…
The clown himself blew up the Golden Peacock restaurant to the sky without leaving a trace.
From this point of view, this guy has no intention of killing everyone.
But you can't think of the Joker as a conscientious gangster. This guy is neurotic, paranoid and crazy. He can't play his cards according to the routine at all. You can't guess what this guy is thinking.
But no matter what, as long as this guy finds him, he will definitely find a way to kill him quickly, just like he plans to do the same to the clown.
snap, snap,
In the dirty alley, the shallow turbid puddles were broken by footsteps. Feng Zhou held on to the slippery wall and staggered forward.
He walked to a dark corner that was not illuminated by street lights, slowly sat down against the wall, and gritted his teeth and took off his shirt.
The skin all over his body was red, and there were red, swollen and swollen blood everywhere. The slightest touch would cause a pain that penetrated into the bone marrow.
It seems that he was lucky not to die at the hands of the clown.
Feng Zhou sighed and said: "I can't go back to where I live, and I can't go to the people I know, otherwise it will harm them. It seems that I must find a place to hide and recuperate as soon as possible, otherwise I won't survive the next episode...
"
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. Whether it is the Joker or the Gotham Police Department who came upon hearing of the fire, they are not troubles that I can handle.
Fortunately, when Feng Zhou was fighting in the restaurant and cutting off the power supply, he had the foresight to find several wallets from several "colleagues" who died unjustly. After a brief search, he was able to collect about two thousand US dollars in cash.
, save a little and you can still cope with it for a few days.
Sure enough, they are low-class people. Several people put together only two thousand dollars, and the banknotes are all wrinkled. No wonder they follow the clown to join the underworld.
Feng Zhou took a long breath and found a sewer to wash away the blood scab on his body. After feeling a little less embarrassed, he walked onto the road. As he walked, he took off his torn clothes and walked past a homeless shelter.
When using discarded gasoline cans for heating, they were all thrown in and burned.
For the upper class, Gotham is glamorous, but for people like Feng Zhou who have no place to live, what he needs is remoteness and chaos.
Even if the Joker is extremely intelligent, he will remain in the "deaf and blind" stage for a long time after all his subordinates are taken care of by himself. Even if he gathers his men quickly, it is impossible to spread them to every corner of Gotham.
As long as he quickly finds a place to hide in seclusion, the clown won't be able to find him even if his hands and eyes are all over the sky.
Thinking of this, he walked into the downtown area with ease and followed the dim sign lights to find a dilapidated motel.
The owner of the hotel was a middle-aged woman with droopy eyelids. She was sitting on the boss's chair behind the glass counter, looking down at a magazine and muttering something unknown.
He glanced at Feng Zhou's simple clothes and said in an emotionless tone: "Take out your ID..."
Feng Zhou silently took out two Franklins with a face value of 100 from his wallet and slapped them on the table, "Is this okay?"
The boss had no expression on his face, but he quickly reached out and took away the banknotes, and then threw a bunch of keys through the glass hole.
"Your room is in the fifth room on the left on the third floor. Don't make any noise, and be gentle when messing around, unless you're not afraid of the 180-pound guy next door."
The female boss said while flipping through the magazine: "There is a phone book on the bedside table to contact you, but be careful not to get sick."