American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

"Why do you..." Cobot looked at Schiller with a gloomy face and said, and then suddenly he reacted, frowning and scolding: "Damn..."

He turned his head to look at Schiller again, but he didn't see on Schiller's face the expression that the police interrogation succeeded. On the contrary, Schiller was really looking at him in confusion, which made Cobot feel to a humiliation.

Cobert pursed his lips, stretched his neck, tilted his head, moved his shoulders, and said: "You first untie the belt on my arm, it makes me a little uncomfortable..."

I thought Schiller would refuse, but Schiller stood up without any hesitation, walked to his bedside, and untied the straps on the armrests. As soon as he finished untying one hand, Cobot couldn't wait to move his arm. .

His right hand was bound with a splint, and Schiller reminded him: "Because of the delay in treatment, the fracture of your right hand has become very serious. If you delay for two more days, there is a risk of amputation, so let's tie it first."

Cobot murmured in a low voice, as if he was cursing something, and when Schiller turned his eyes around, he suddenly seemed to be choked again and remained silent.

Schiller sat back in his seat, picked up the medical record book, and said, "Come on, let's talk about this issue. From the layout of the crime scene, I can feel that you are in a hurry. what happened?"

Cobert wrinkled his nose and twitched his lips upward, which made him look a little fierce, and he seemed eager to contradict Schiller's point, but felt he shouldn't have said so much to an unfamiliar psychiatrist.

"Let me hear your criminal thinking. After all, you've worked so hard to do so much. Wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't have an audience?"

Cobert's intact arm grabbed the guardrail fiercely. He tilted his head and stared straight at Schiller and said, "You **** psychiatrist..."

Cobot admitted that Schiller's words were more useful than any police interrogation method.

Schiller looked at him with a smile, he knew very well that any criminal who appeared on the Gotham stage in the future was a fundamentalist in the criminal world.

They have their own pride in crime, such as the sophistication of the technique, the presentation of the results, the misleading effect on the onlookers, etc. They all hope to be perfect in every aspect.

Every criminal plan they carry out takes these issues into consideration and expects someone to see their genius.

They firmly believe that a crime without an audience is not a perfect crime.

Cobert's reason is telling him that it is not a good idea to tell him at this time. If Schiller really recorded, then he may not be able to escape the trial.

But he just couldn't bear it, and another voice in his heart was telling him that Schiller was the same person as him, and he would definitely be a good listener, able to understand those subtle criminal processes that ordinary people couldn't understand, and to understand him. 's uniqueness.

Soon, Cobot couldn't help it. He said, "It was an accident, if it weren't for..."

Cobot paused, as if to sort out his thoughts, then relaxed, lying on the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, and began his story.

"...I got to know the godfather. It was a complete accident. My father used to be a famous gang leader in the Eastern District. After his death, the land and property that should have been inherited by me were all divided up by those gangsters like wolves... "

"In order to protect me, my mother took me back to the old house near the living hell, but we still can't live in peace. My father's former enemies chased and killed us again and again..."

"It was one night, I was washing dishes in a bar in the East End, and when I came out, I was surrounded by people, and they were about to shoot when a car passed by, and there was a Falco cabinet sitting in there. , he stopped the gang and drove them away..."

"The godfather saved you?"

"Yes, I was only 12 years old at the time, but I was very thin and looked smaller. He probably couldn't understand that they were going to shoot and kill a child. Anyway, at that time, I met the godfather..."

"I don't know where he saw that I was worthy of training. I'm thin and small, in poor health, and I don't look likeable, and I don't know how to get both sides, but the godfather still helps me secretly..."

"So, when he needs you, you kill for him?"

"What's wrong with that? He saved me, I know, it's nothing to him at all, but murder doesn't mean anything to me..."

"I have to say, you are very old in the case of old Edward, not like a novice. Can you tell me in detail about that day?"

Cobot shook his head and said, "It all depends on the prestige of the godfather. No one dares to spread wildness on his territory. This is not something to be commended..."

"Okay, then let's get to the point. What you've done shouldn't be following the trend. What do you want to do?"

"I want to get rid of the godfather's control." Copert's words were startling.

"Accurately, not the old godfather..." Cobot added: "I am willing to work for Falcone and kill for him, but only under the Falco cabinet..."

"I knew some time ago that the old godfather wanted to abdicate and wanted to hand over the power in his hands to his son, little Falcone."

Cobot snorted and said disdainfully: "But he can't. Little Falcone is completely inferior to his father. If you follow him, there will be no future."

"If the new godfather wants to inherit the position of the old godfather, he will naturally inherit his property and contacts, which naturally includes me, but I think that little Falcon is too far away, and I don't want to follow him... "

"Why do you think so?" Schiller asked him.

"Before, he wanted to carry out reforms, and he made a mess of the land that the old godfather gave him."

"He is very motivated, but he has no goals, his methods are tough, but he lacks thinking. In short, he is not the material."

"So, what did you do?"

"I know that the old godfather is not dead yet. It is impossible to get rid of him by tough means. I will die."

"I've been blessed by him, and I've killed people for him. Maybe it looks like we're even."

"But everyone in Gotham knows that as long as you've done this kind of thing, you can't go ashore again, either die or go all the way to the dark."

"But I don't want to be part of the inheritance to follow the instructions of the new godfather, or the new godfather's stupidity will not only kill himself, but also kill me. I don't want to die, so I'm leaving."

"When the godfather asked me to come to the living **** to stare here, I realized that the opportunity has come..."

"My first target was the Mooney gang," Cobble said, raising his voice. "I had to get a foothold here and figure out the situation before I could make a follow-up plan, so I joined the Mooney gang and listened to Fish. It took a very short time to figure out everything here.”

Cobot's words gradually became more fluid, and the future Penguin gushed about it.

"When I completed the preliminary investigation, the Muni gang was no longer a good foothold, because Fish's site was compressed layer by layer, and the scope of activities began to become very small, and I couldn't collect enough information. At this point, I can't let the godfather think I'm not working hard."

"So, I found a chance and got on Kevin's line. Yes, he didn't choose me, but I chose him..."

As Cobot continued to talk, his voice echoed in the ward, and his recent life became a drama, presented in front of the two of them.

As his words landed, the red curtain opened, and behind it was the narrow corridor of living hell.

Cobble and Kevin stood in the corridor, the short and stooped Cobble flattered Kevin, "Mr. Kevin, you are fine, please be sure to visit my business..."

The tall Kevin raised his head, took a pack of cigarettes from Cobot, opened it, looked at it, and said, "Are you a new cigarette dealer? I haven't seen you before, you should be that crazy woman. people?"

"Yes, yes..." Cobble nodded impatiently, and then he rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly and said, "I am also forced to make a living, there are too few cigarettes in the southern district, otherwise I would not be able to. Coming here at a risk..."

"How much do you sell for a pack?"

"Seventy cents, sir, only seventy cents."

Kevin raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "Seventy cents? What's the matter? The cigarette sellers here are all ninety cents or a dollar. Why do you sell them so cheap?"

Kevin looked at the pack of cigarettes again, took one out of it, and Cobert approached him eagerly to light a cigarette for him, and then said, "Actually, I still have some money to make. I am active in the south and north at the same time. It takes 1 hour and 20 minutes to make a lap, and about 6 to 7 packs of cigarettes can be sold, even if the profit per pack is only ten cents, there are 13 hours of activity in a day, and the average can be sold..."

Kevin took a puff of cigarette, exhaled the smoke, looked Cobot up and down, and said, "You can still calculate? It's amazing, the little kids I met who sold cigarettes didn't even understand how to find money... "

Cobot still nodded and smiled, inadvertently revealing his experience of going to school in a wealthy southern area. He kept chatting with Kevin. After Kevin smoked two cigarettes, he felt a little airy. Holding the cigarette butt, he said, "I think you're good. Follow that crazy woman in Fish, and there's no good result."

"Go get me two good cigarettes, and I'll let you work at the shipping outlet on the second floor. For every 10 pieces, you will get three cents in commission, which is more than you earn from selling cigarettes."

Cobert showed an overjoyed look, and Kevin curled his lips and said, "You guys with weak arms and weak legs, you can count them apart from running errands, buying newspapers, buying cigarettes, etc..."

"Those little **** count mistakes every day, their brains are not as bright as rusty door bolts, they make me lose money, don't be lazy and slippery for me..."

As the smoke of the cigarette in Kevin's hand gradually drifted away, the curtain was slowly closed, and Schiller turned his head to Cobot and said, "You can hear it, you've done a good job so far."

"Take advantage of your thin body~www.NovelMTL.com~ pretending to be the most common child in living **** selling cigarettes and running errands, inadvertently showing your ability in computing, and successfully jumping to Kevin's place."

"But that's not all I want."

The curtain was opened again, and the cardboard boxes were stacked higher and higher, and bills flew out of Cobot's hands, through the narrow corridors of living hell, past the door of the shipping outlet, the stairs of the delivery, and the back kitchen of the restaurant. , a thin figure shuttled through it.

The last piece of paper stuck to Cobot's face with a "snap", and when he took it off with his hands, the bright neon lights of a restaurant's sign were reflected in his exposed eyes.

"You shouldn't lie about this part." Schiller commented: "I can see that you really want to open a restaurant."

Cobot's lips moved on the hospital bed, he was silent for a while, and then said, "Yes, but this is not what I should think about now."

"What I'm thinking about now is that as an errand runner, I've come to an end in this way at the bottom, and then I have to figure out a way to become a management team."