American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

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It was another rainy day in Gotham. As soon as the sun came up, it rained heavily. The ground in Gotham, which had not been fully repaired, was full of water and potholes. In addition to the heavy rain, there was also a strong wind. Pedestrians on the road took it. With an umbrella in front of him, he faced the usual bad weather.

A cloud of gray fog slowly condensed in the room. In the psychological counseling room of Gotham University, Schiller looked at the umbrella in his hand and shook his head.

This umbrella is really bad. Originally, it was only missing a part, which caused a fracture of the umbrella rib. The side of the umbrella was a little sunken, but it was barely usable.

But the more reluctant it was, the faster it broke. The second and third umbrella ribs were also fractured one after another, and most of the fan surface was sunken, and it was almost impossible to hold it open.

Although the rib supporting the umbrella surface is broken, the metal rod in the middle of the umbrella is still intact. As long as it is folded, it can also be used as a walking stick. But before, Schiller flashed to the ground and gave the devil a blow with the umbrella. .

The devil's chin is not made of cotton. The handle of the umbrella was knocked open, and it was almost impossible to hold it. Later, it was given to Constantine, and the handle was completely broken. Now only the inner metal tube is left. Overall, it has gone from an umbrella to a club...

When Alberto walked in, he saw the professor standing behind the desk, holding an umbrella that could no longer be called an umbrella, his face full of regret.

The movement of his entering caught Schiller's attention, and Schiller looked up at him and said, "Morning, Alberto, please take a seat."

"Professor, if you need a new umbrella, I can make it to order..."

But Schiller shook his head. He put the broken umbrella next to his chair and said, "No, soon, I can get a new one."

After finishing speaking, he tidied up his coat, sat up straight, looked at Alberto and said, "Has Hawke's funeral already been held?"

"Yes, I communicated with his brother at the funeral, and he expressed his willingness to pledge his allegiance to me." Although Alberto was still always deep, it was not difficult to hear his present joy from his tone.

"I told you before that when there are two power cores in a group, they can never be as close as brothers, even if they are real brothers."

"To be honest, they hide it very well." Alberto sighed and said, "I have never seen a scene of discord between the Hawke brothers in Yin Wensi's memory. Praise their brothers for their closeness and tacit understanding."

"Maybe in the past, it might have been like this." Schiller stood up, walked over to the coffee machine and started fiddling. He turned his back to Alberto and said, "Don't forget, Gotham has changed a lot recently."

"As you said, the elder brother of the Hawke brothers is the controller of the real power in the family, while the younger brother is responsible for the internal affairs of the family and in charge of the details."

"If you've read Invens' memory of what I taught him about psychology, you should understand that it's not just human thought that guides action to change the environment, but the environment and behavior also shape the human mind."

"As the head of the family, the elder brother must be tough enough. This is the style of all gang bosses. They must be determined and enterprising, always energetic, and must not look ahead and be indecisive, otherwise no one will do it with him... …”

"As the younger brother of the housekeeper, he must consider everything carefully and comprehensively. He must weigh the pros and cons, consider the costs and benefits, and must not act recklessly. Otherwise, it may lead to a break in the capital chain or problems in personal connections."

"Two brothers like this will definitely have different opinions when they are in the throes of Gotham's reform."

Alberto took the coffee from Schiller, and said: "Indeed, the older brother of the Hawke brothers told me that they had been feuding a few years ago, and his younger brother was always in various ways. The details of the reason. It hinders the development of the gang, at least in his view."

"And after Gotham began to reform, their conflicts have become so fierce that they cannot be reconciled. My brother wants to forge ahead, grab a bigger cake in the reform, and fly to a higher level..."

"But the younger brother is more cautious. He is not sure whether this reform will change the original situation. He is worried that the Hawke family will plummet because of this. Therefore, he is always using various methods to obstruct his elder brother."

Alberto put his elbow on the table and took a sip of coffee in the other hand, he said with some emotion: "Professor, I found in Yin Wensi's memory that he respected you very much, I didn't know why before. , but now I kind of understand."

"Using the contradiction between the Hawke brothers as an entry point, helping the elder brother of the Hawke brothers to get rid of the younger brother who has been holding him back, not only can we win over the leader of the Hawke family, but also speed up the reform and make the twelve families more Unity."

"More importantly, you can also use the serial murder case as a cover. If you blatantly attack the old godfather's subordinates, no matter what, you are still hurting your father's face, but if the murderer of the mysterious serial murder case did this Everything, then Hawke can only be considered unlucky." Schiller concluded.

Alberto moved his finger holding the coffee cup, and he asked tentatively, "I heard that yesterday..."

"What do you want to ask?" Schiller looked up at him.

Alberto thought for a moment and said, "Rich was killed by the godfather, right?"

"You picked the right question, so I'll answer you, yes."

"And I can also tell you that this is because Richie deliberately designed his little daughter to meet you and then get on your bed. The godfather was very dissatisfied with this, so he chose a very tragic way to die. ."

Alberto curled the corners of his mouth and said, "Miss Richie is very beautiful, but she is only beautiful. Her father didn't teach her well, and she wrote purpose on her face, so eight points of beauty can only be called people. A little bit of interest..."

When Schiller heard his tone, he asked, "You didn't sleep with her?"

Alberto shook his head and said: "She has almost written her purpose on her face, how can I be fooled? Besides, I am not sure about the attitude of the godfather, and I don't know if he will approve of me and Richie going. too close..."

"You made the right choice because the godfather only thought of Richie as a dog."

"But he doesn't really care that you sleep with Miss Rich, anyway, she can't be the future godfather's wife. Your caution made you miss an affair, do you regret it?" Schiller said with a smile.

Alberto took another sip of coffee, shook his head and said, "An unexpected encounter can only be called an affair. It is designed by someone, but it is not a wonderful encounter."

"So, the godfather is actually..." Alberto slid his fingertips on the coffee cup, he said hesitantly: "He is willing to solve the ill-intentioned Richie for me, does that mean..."

"You don't have to hesitate, it's the answer you think."

Schiller put his hands on the table and said, "You have a grudge against the godfather... maybe you two can't be called grudges, because it's the court of owls that grudges against the godfather, and you can only be considered a victim."

"Now, the godfather has only two choices, either you or someone else. You have a grudge against the godfather, so don't the other people have no choice? Do you expect that the nephew of the Twelve Family will let the surname Falcone go after he ascends the throne. people?"

Alberto shook his head and said, "Of course not, unless we are willing to self-exile, such as returning to Italy for retirement or something."

"Of course, you may also let the old godfather return to Italy to retire after you ascend to the throne, but you are also surnamed Falcone, and more importantly, you have the ability to continue to rule Gotham, while others, in addition to being bad, also Stupid."

"As long as the old godfather is not reconciled to his life's hard work, as long as he wants to continue to be Gotham's underground umbrella, he has only one choice..."

Alberto let out a long breath, stared at the foam on the surface of the coffee for a long time, and finally said, "He won't admit that I'm his son, so I don't want to admit that he's my father, but there is no end to it. In the vortex of power, there is only the only remaining relationship between father and son, which can allow us in this war to retain the last bit of decency."

After Alberto left, Schiller finished his coffee, and after he had finished his last sip, the door of the consultation room was knocked again, and Schiller said, "Come in."

Entering was Cobble. He was wearing a large black raincoat. He seemed to be walking in a hurry. The tips of his hair and the corners of his eyebrows were covered in rain.

He walked in, took off his raincoat, and Schiller pointed to the coffee machine. He walked over and made himself a cup of coffee, then walked across to Schiller and sat down.

Schiller took out the medical record book and said to him, "Before I get down to business, I still have to routinely ask, how are you and your mother's mental state?"

"It's not bad. She has improved a lot. I took her to the new apartment yesterday. After she woke up, she was very satisfied with the environment there..."

Cobot's tone finally had some ups and downs, and it seemed that he had come out of the haze.

Schiller wrote a few notes on the medical record and said, "Okay, has things been going well on the gang's side lately? Lawrence, Hawke and Rich are all dead, the Lawrence family is leaderless, the Hawke family has changed their attitude, Albert Tuo's road to the top has been smooth, how about you?"

"Bruce recommended me to Yin Wensi. Of course, this is just a passing scene. Alberto and I have a tacit understanding. He has too few people available and is eager to establish his own direct line, and I just meet his requirements."

"Originally, Lawrence was the one who was the most dissatisfied with me, and Ricky was also dissatisfied with the people who Alberto didn't use him, but now, they are all dead, so I will be Alberto's confidant after he takes office."

"It's not surprising that these uncle-generation family leaders would intervene in the princelings organized by Alberto, they are just dissatisfied with you, if one of them kills decisively, you will be replaced by their person~www.NovelMTL .com~ The corpses have been thrown into the sea..."

"What you said before...the deal between us..." Cobblet looked at Schiller and said, "It's you who helped me get rid of these people who are preventing me from ascending, and I promise you a request...you are Do you want me to kill someone?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I won't let a kid kill me, and I don't have any enemies, so I have to kill him."

"I have always treated people with sincerity, I have many friends, and I have no rivals in Gotham, and my request is also very simple. It is definitely within your power."

"...what is it?"

In the evening, the rain finally subsided. At the entrance of Gotham University's dining hall, Victor put away his umbrella, opened the curtain with the tip of the umbrella, and walked in. Schiller followed behind him, also holding the umbrella. keep it.

Victor looked back at Schiller's umbrella and said, "Did you fix it? This umbrella is broken like that, how could you fix it??"

After the two of them were seated, Victor took a closer look and found a sign of the Viking umbrella maker on the top of the tip of the umbrella. He said, "Isn't this the umbrella from Cobot's house before? That's not it. Did his father leave it behind? How did he come to you?"

"Because I made a deal with him, I helped him with something, and he gave me this umbrella."

"None of you are willing to understand me. In Gotham, I don't even have an umbrella. I have to figure it out myself, but now, thank God, a new umbrella..."

Schiller narrowed his eyes and looked at the umbrella in his hand repeatedly, as if he was appreciating the fruits of his hard work. He said with great satisfaction:

"Look, a beautiful new umbrella."