In Gotham now, he is probably the only one who can call Penguin Girl a little cripple.
There was no contempt or emotion. It seemed that when the word came out of his mouth, he was just talking about the incompetent younger generation of his relatives. At this time, it was just two old friends chatting about home affairs, not shying away at all.
Gordon frowned. He didn't understand what Falcone meant. He kidnapped himself with dozens of guns. Was it just to reminisce about old times?
Falcone took a sip of wine, sat back in his seat, and let out a sigh.
"After I came back, I observed her territory. I have to say that she is far worse than her mother. As an uncle, I also have a shameless face."
"Penguin Girl..."
"Yes, people now remember that she was called Penguin Girl, and she also regarded this as her nickname... But she forgot that she should be Miss Cobblet, not because of her lameness.
"Falcone also leaned on the sofa and gently turned the ring in his hand.
"She's different from you." Gordon also picked up the cup, took a sip, and faced Falcone. He needed some way to calm down and think seriously.
"Yes, so I asked her to keep the Cobot family. She was cunning, but useful. I thought she would have a bright future." Falcone recalled with a smile, looking up at the dark ceiling.
, as if looking up at the sky: "But she has lost too much territory in recent years, and even allowed the rise of new yakuza families. This is the biggest mistake. Look, she actually let the Japanese Yakuza enter the Brotherhood.
Tan.”
"Yakuza and the others put on the shell of a legitimate company and entered Gotham under the guise of business investment, but one day I will bring them to justice."
Of course Gordon knows about these Japanese. Most of the bosozoku in Gotham are now them, running a series of activities such as underground gambling carts and drug trafficking. He just needs some evidence, and he has been working hard.
Falcone nodded, stretched out a hand and shook it slightly at Gordon.
"Yes, I understand, but this is not your mission. You are in the light. This is Miss Cobot's mission." Falcone smiled and said to Gordon, which completely ruined his outlook.
He said: "When I left, I made an appointment with her. I preserved her family and territory so that she could help you, and she agreed to it."
"What..." Gordon was shocked, what is going on?
"You are a police officer, and you can arrest any criminal, but when someone like Yakuza enters Gotham wearing a legal guise, are you unable to do what you do?" Falcone said calmly, as if everything was in order.
In his foresight: "So I kept Cobot. When there is a gangster that you can't solve, then she will solve it in a road way, but she..."
Falcone shook his head and looked at Gordon with a smile, his ring making a clanking sound on the glass.
"Now her business is in a complete mess. She seems to be scared out of her wits... I can still accept the rise of Black Mask and Silence. The Sionnis family and the Elliott family are brothers after all.
Tan's seniority, even though these juniors are a little crazy." The Roman said dissatisfiedly, words of rebuke spewed out of his mouth quickly, although the voice was not loud, but the powerful power rushed towards him: "But Red Hood, Double Face
There are dozens of gangs, including the Clayface Gang and others. Who are they? They have no honor and no rules!"
Even if a lion is old, he is still a lion, and Gordon has only seen this majesty of the underworld emperor in him.
But Falcone wasn't even angry yet, he just said a few words of complaint.
Yes, these new gangs that are popping up now are more like gangs of lunatics doing gang business, and almost everyone among them is abnormal.
What they care about is not business, but...fun.
Gordon was still trying to digest this shocking news. He felt that everything about him was being fiddled with by the old man in front of him, and he was also thinking about his purpose.
Falcone looked at him and said: "You said so too. Cobot is just selling some goods in her territory, and it's just arms business. Why do you keep raiding her place? Has she ever caused you any trouble?"
?Or was she not polite enough to you? Has she ever threatened the security of Gotham?"
The arms business is legal under the rule of the Amazons. In their view, weapons are just foreign objects, and the warriors participating in the battle are the most important. So as long as the origin and whereabouts of the weapons are reported to the parliament, anyone can engage in this
door business.
A coward with a gun cannot beat a warrior with a stick, so in Amazon's view, selling arms is equivalent to selling wood...
The Amazon Council rules the world. They have millions of the strongest warriors on the ground, many of whom also have divine powers. What else is there to worry about?
It's just that Penguin Girl has a huge number of weapons in this business, and she never reports them.
You might say it's illegal, but it's actually a little less so, because she only needs to submit an application and pay some additional taxes. But if you say it's legal, she doesn't have to go through all the formalities.
She might as well be called the "Grey Road" boss in Gotham now, and the things she does are all ambiguous.
It's a pity that Penguin Girl is the only descendant of the ten major families, and that is one of the ten major families that has a blood feud with Bliss. Batgirl is staring at her every day. Penguin Girl is not to mention smuggling arms, but she sold a boatload of fish.
If there is no tax return, the bat will give clues to Gordon.
Gordon is an upright and good man, and he has a steady stream of evidence from Bliss. Of course, what he scans most often is the Penguin scene.
To be honest, although Penguin Girl is short in stature and walks funny, she is very shrewd and has no bottom line.
Flattery and flattery are her specialties. She follows the path of an old-fashioned gangster and adopts the methods of a new-style gangster.
She doesn't need honor, but remembers the rules.
Penguin Girl rarely takes the initiative to cause trouble to Gordon. She spends most of her time running her restaurant. Sometimes when they meet while driving on the road, she will warmly invite Gordon to have dinner and introduce him loudly at intersections where cars come and go.
Introduce how authentic the lobster and salmon of the day are from the place of origin and how fresh the taste is.
Gordon would always quickly roll up the car window to block out her endless propaganda, and then drive away. But Penguin never minded and would recommend new dishes the next time he met her.
She has a close relationship with many senior officials in the city government, and the Iceberg Restaurant is also the most popular in the city. Every night, senior officials and dignitaries in the city gather there, and she plays a role in it.
Just like their top ten families before, Gordon didn't like that kind of atmosphere.
"Because she broke the law," Gordon said to Falcone.
"I know, you are such a person, you can't tolerate a grain of sand in your eyes, haha." Falcone laughed again, picked up a white handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth: "But I also know that it's Vayne
The little girl in the family must be teasing you, she will always hate us."
"Because you killed her parents."
"That's not just us... The Vayne family is also the founder of this city. We share the prosperity and wealth of this city. She should have become an excellent entrepreneur or a gang boss, but she wasn't
Today...is not like today." Falcone looked guilty. Bliss's parents were actually his friends and they often went to the theater together.
"Becoming today's hero?" Gordon raised his eyebrows.
"Becoming the madman today..." Falcone raised his head and looked at him with his old eyes, as if examining his heart: "Tell me, Gordon, do you think Bliss is still normal?
She wears that little animal costume and flies around the city, releasing the fear in her heart... spreading the fear to her enemies and doubling the feedback to herself. Is this normal?"
Gordon moved his lips, as if thirst had made him speechless. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out.