Chapter 19
Any profession has a leader. Generally speaking, the leader is the most powerful boss in this line, and if Gotham large and small gangs also have leaders, then there is no doubt , Falcone, who is almost 60 years old, is definitely a well-deserved gangster.
The Falcone family was almost established with the establishment of Gotham's. Until now, the tentacles of this family have reached every corner of the city, like a leech lying on Gotham sucking blood, greedy And ugly.
Of course, as the leader of the Falcone family, Falcone’s arrest is almost impossible, but it happened. A weird guy called Batman's rushed into the drug trade that Falcone personally supervised. At the scene, he and his five fully armed bodyguards were all stunned. Poison X was scattered everywhere, and it was simply stolen.
The first person who came to the scene was Jim Gordon, the famous hard-bone at Gotham Police Station. Only one sheriff who was unwilling to accept his bribes, Falcone was put in jail. For him, this is simply an extraordinary shame and humiliation. Although he has been in prison many times, in his current capacity, this incident is simply a blockbuster for Gotham Dark World.
Although Falcone didn’t think he would be prosecuted, he didn’t know that Miss Rachel, the assistant prosecutor who was ordered to cause an "accident", is still alive and well. Mr. Batman, who is unwilling to reveal his name, has obtained sufficient evidence for Falcone to spend the rest of his life in prison.
Yes, if there is no accident and no violence is used to escape from prison, this guy is hard to avoid calamity.
But as in many stories, there are always accidents. If everything goes on normally, then this story is meaningless. Rachel doesn’t know how hard it will be for the justice she prays for. .
Gotham Prison, this is an old prison on the outskirts of the city. It is not far from Gotham Police Station. About 700 criminals are held here, of which one-fifth of them are seriously inmates. This is The whole Gotham is where people become terror-stricken at the news, but Crane often comes.
Under the pale lights of Gotham Prison, the doctor and the guard moved towards the prison one after the other's moved towards the prison room. The two were talking and looked very familiar.
"Has he tried to commit suicide many times?"
Crane carried her suitcase and followed the thin prison guard, and asked in a low voice.
The thin prison guard shrugged said to Crane, "How do you say, Dr. Crane, everyone who is imprisoned here will have a tendency to commit suicide, but the real pursuit of salvation is probably even one in ten. Nothing, especially the guy who is so bad in the bones like Falcone."
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While talking, the guard used a rubber stick in his hand to pump into the cell. On the fence, shouted grumpily at the two mortals who wore orange prison uniforms and scuffled together,
"Be honest! You bastards, don't you want to have dinner?"
The two prisoners fiercely let go of each other fiercely, moved towards the prison guard barked their teeth, the prisoners in other cells also stood up, but the prison guard stared back without fear. He knew that he couldn't deal with these bastards. Even a little bit of weakness.
A few seconds later, the prisoner gave up the confrontation first. The winning prison guard inserted the rubber baton back into the buckle behind him, stroked his hat, and complained to Crane who was following him. ,
"forgive me to speak bluntly, Crane, you can come back tomorrow morning. You are not worth wasting time on a villain like Falcone. Sheriff Gordon gave the order to die. No one is impossible to help. He was exonerated."
The guard took out the key to the confinement room from his pocket and shrugged Crane,
"Neither can you."
Doctor Shu After a sigh of relief, he felt that the problem was a little bit tricky. He reached out and pushed up his gold glasses, then put his hand into his pocket, and put a stack of rolled banknotes into the hands of the prison guard.
"Ruhr, I know that your second son has just been born. This is my congratulation to the old friend. Take it, no one will know, won't you? I'm impossible to escape with Falcone! I just want to say a few words to him."
The guard looked down at the thickness of the banknote, he swallowed saliva and said, then looked around, lowering his voice,
"Don't say I won't help you, Crane, my old friend, there is Gordon's eyeliner here, so...5 minutes, no more!"
Crane nodded, he stretched out his hand and pushed away The door of the confinement room, patted Ruhr’s shoulder,
"5 minutes is enough."
The prison guard turned into the monitoring room next door, and he carefully looked around. Then he reached out and picked up the water cup, "inadvertently" touched off the power of the monitor, and Shi Shiran walked out of the monitoring room and continued his hard night patrol. Judging from his skillful and sophisticated movements, this is obviously not the first Once again.
Crane walked into the imprisonment room, and an old man with white hair sat there boringly, his hands on the table, hemostatic stickers and embarrassed wounds on his arms, he His collar was open, and the original elegant shirt had a faint sour smell. It seemed that Mr. Falcone's prison life in the past few days was not good.
When he saw Crane walk in, Falcone just rolled the eyes, didn’t get up, and didn’t have any special expressions. Obviously, he didn’t care about Crane, even if it was the only one that could help him get out of prison. Guys.
"Yo-yo-yo, look at who this is, great character... Dr. Crane, you finally showed up!"
Falcone leaned back on the chair and glanced at the indicator light. The monitor that went out, he curl one's lip, and said mockingly, "I risk my business collapse every month and give you delivery to the damn lunatic asylum on the narrow island, in exchange for yours when I am in trouble. Indifferent... it’s good, I’m very satisfied! I’m going crazy, do you know? This damn place, the walls on all sides are pressing against me, and the damn meal, I’m not crazy if I'm not crazy!"
"Don’t do this, Falcone, you know, we used to work together very happily."
Crane is still gentle, but in the eyes under his eyes, Indifferent, "And, am I here? As long as you cooperate with me, you will soon be able to leave this damn prison and return to your mansion to spend a good weekend with your socialites, understand? You need to cooperate Me!"
The doctor’s voice was from the ground to the high, like a special smell, convincing, and at the end, the words he said in a more accented tone made Falcone startled. Stunned, someone who can be the gang leader in a city is definitely not an idiot, so after a few seconds, Falcone calmed down.
He breathed a sigh of relief, nodded,
"Well, I lost my self-control just now, Crane, let’s talk, how can I cooperate with you... I’m here really It’s been enough, damn bat, damn Gordon! I want them to look good!"
Crane waited until Falcone finished speaking, he took off his glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief. I asked casually,
"Did you say anything about the transaction between us?"
"en? Are you suspicious of me?"
Falcone His eyes narrowed, but soon he gave up this threatening tone. He knocked on the table, "Don’t worry, Crane, I’m not a fool. Although I don’t know who the forces behind you are, I don’t I will put myself in a bad situation, don’t worry, I shouldn’t say a word, I didn’t say a word!"
Crane carefully observed Falcone’s facial expressions as an excellent psychology researcher Or, he can judge that Falcone didn’t lie, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Very well, you made the right choice, Falcone, don’t worry, we won’t give up good friends. At the time, I have 8 points to make you safe and sound. Of course, if you want to leave here now, you may need a little disguise..."
"No, no, no! Crane!"
Falcone interrupted Crane's words, "I hurt myself and brought you here, not just to get out of here!"
The gangster put his hands together and put his arms on the table. , Said to Crane, "I have a better idea. That damn bat caused me to lose a lot of money. I lost a lot of that batch of goods. So, no matter what you and the people behind you want to do, count me. Copy!"
"What?"
Crane's expression was a little weird. He put on his glasses again and looked at Falcone, "Are you serious?"
"Of course, I know that you don't want Gordon to send the special poison X to the direction. I also know that you used prisoners to do human experiments in your lunatic asylum, and the thugs and guards you hired..."
Falcone's mouth is slightly cocked, the old man has some scars on his face, which makes him look embarrassed, but his eyes are shining with some sly rays of light,
" Guess, whose people are those?"
"I control all the population movement in the narrow island, and you can't hide the things you do from me!"
The gangster spreads out Hand, "Do you really think I won’t find out about other people’s details before doing business with them? Listen, Crane, I don’t care what you and your boss are doing or planning. That’s a big deal. Sell, I want to intervene! I lost a lot and I need to make up for the loss! "
When he heard Falcone’s words, Crane seemed a little surprised. He took off his glasses again and put them in his pocket. He unbuttoned the first button on his neckline. He looked at Falcone, All the expressions on his face became serious,
"If so...then I can already guess how my boss will reply to you...we will kill you! "
Falcone was amused by Crane's words, he patted the table, laughed heartily,
"Kill me? Who can kill me in Gotham? This is my place..."
He stood up, propped his hands on the table, staring at Crane, like an irritated old lion, "I want to see, what do you want? Kill me? "
Crane stared at him too. He did not get up, nor did he show an angry expression. He just put his left hand in his black suitcase, opened the box, and then suddenly asked Question,
"So, would you like to see my mask? Falcone? "
Falcone looked at Crane suspiciously. He could tell at a glance that he could not fit a gun in that suitcase, so he simply leaned on the chair, folded his hands on his shoulders, and sneered. Looking at it, he took out a mask that looked like a lousy brown linen bag sewn from the box. It was extremely rough.
It was like a cut bag with two buckles on it. A hole was used as an eye, and then it was sealed with a rope. Crane put it on his face with a smile, and then spread his hand, like a circus Joker, but he hadn’t waited until Falcone laughed first. With the sound, white gas spurted out of Crane's box, instantly enveloping Falcone sitting on the opposite side.
"Damn it! What the hell is this! "
Falcone was caught off guard and breathed in a few breaths, his mind was dizzy, and then he saw Crane rise from the chair, the originally ridiculous and funny, scarecrow mask with a trace of horror, In his severely disturbed and hypnotized vision, the panic was instantly magnified ten thousand times!
insect …black, disgusting, meat-eating, blood-drinking insect, in this brief Moment came out of the mask’s eyes and mouth Barry, lying on him, Crane’s voice changed like a super villain,
"Falcone, you provoke someone you shouldn’t provoke...Arkham The lunatic asylum will be your final destination! But before that, I can "play with you" first. "
"Ah! ! ! Help! Help! ! ! scarecrow! do not come! ! what! Help! Help! ! ! "