The trajectory of the world king in the United States

Every profession has a leader. Generally speaking, the leader is the most powerful boss in the industry. If Gotham's gangs, big and small, also have leaders, then there is no doubt that Falco, who is almost 60 years old, Ni, he is definitely a well-deserved gangster.

The Falconi family was established almost with the establishment of Gotham. Until now, the tentacles of this family have extended to every corner of the city, like leeches lying on Gotham to suck blood, greedy and And ugly.

Of course, as the leader of the Falconi family, Falconi's arrest was almost impossible, but it happened. A weird guy called Batman broke into Falconi He personally supervised the drug transaction scene and knocked him and his five fully armed bodyguards unconscious. Drugs were scattered everywhere, and both people and stolen goods were stolen.

It happened that the first person to arrive at the scene was Jim Gordon, the famous tough guy of the Gotham Police Department. He was the only sergeant who was unwilling to accept his bribe, so Falconi was imprisoned. This was very important to him. It's a shame. Although he has been in prison many times, in his current status, this incident is simply a bombshell in the dark world of Gotham.

Although Falconi did not think he would be prosecuted, he did not know that the assistant prosecutor Rachel who ordered an "accident" was still alive and well, and she had never been a person who refused to disclose Mr. Batman has obtained enough evidence to keep Falconi in prison for the rest of his life.

Yes, if nothing happens and no violent means are used to escape from prison, this guy will be doomed.

But as happens in many stories, there are always accidents in everything. If everything goes as normal, then the story will be meaningless. Rachel does not know how difficult it will be for the justice she prays to come.

Gotham Prison is an old prison located on the outskirts of the city. It is not far from the Gotham Police Station. There are about 700 criminals detained here, and serious criminals account for one-fifth of them. This is what the entire Gotham has to offer. The place where people are frightened by rumors is the place where Klein often comes.

Under the pale light of Gotham Prison, the doctor and the prison guard walked toward the detention room one after another. The two people were talking and looked very familiar.

"Has he tried to commit suicide many times?"

Klein asked in a low voice, carrying his suitcase and following behind the thin prison guard.

The skinny prison guard shrugged and said to Klein, "How should I put it, Dr. Klein, all the guys imprisoned here will have the tendency to commit suicide, but those who truly pursue redemption may not even be one out of ten." No, especially not a guy as bad as Falconi."

"boom"

While the guard was talking, he hit the cell fence with the rubber stick in his hand, and shouted angrily to the two mortals in orange prison uniforms who were fighting each other,

"Be honest you bastards, don't you want to have dinner?"

The two prisoners let go of each other fiercely and bared their teeth at the prison guard. The prisoners in other cells also stood up, but the prison guard stared back without fear. He knew that he could not be weak even a little bit when dealing with these bastards. .

After a few seconds, the prisoner was the first to give up the confrontation. The victorious prison guard inserted the rubber stick into the lock behind his back, stroked his hat, and complained to Klein who was following him,

"With all due respect, Klein, you can come back tomorrow morning. It's not worth wasting your time on a villain like Falconi. Chief Gordon has issued a death order, and no one can help him get away with it." .”

The prison guard took out the key to the cell from his pocket and shrugged at Klein.

"You can't either."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that the problem was a little more difficult. He stretched out his hand to push up his gold-rimmed glasses, then put his hand into his pocket and stuffed a stack of rolled up bills into the prison guard's hand.

"Rule, I know your second son has just been born. This is my congratulations to my old friend. Take it, no one will know, right? I can't escape from prison with Falconi. I just want to Just say a few words to him."

The prison guard lowered his head and glanced at the thickness of the banknote. He swallowed, then looked around and lowered his voice.

"Don't say I won't help you, Klein, my old friend, there is Gordon's spy here, so 5 minutes, no more."

Klein nodded, reached out and pushed open the door to the prison cell, and patted Ruel on the shoulder.

"Ten minutes is enough."

The prison guard turned around and walked into the monitoring room next door. He looked around carefully, then reached out to pick up the water glass, and "inadvertently" knocked off the power supply of the monitor. Then Shi Shiran walked out of the monitoring room and continued his hard work. Night patrol, judging from his skillful and experienced movements, this is obviously not the first time.

Klein walked into the prison room. An old man with white hair sat there looking bored, with his hands on the table. There were hemostatic patches and ugly wounds on his arms. His collar was open, and that The originally elegant shirt has a faint sour smell, and it seems that Mr. Falconi's prison life has not been good these days.

When he saw Klein walking in, Falconi just rolled his eyes, did not get up, and had no special expression. Obviously, he didn't care about Klein, even if he was the only one who could help him get out of prison. Guy.

"Hey, look who this is, the big shot Dr. Klein, you finally showed up."

Falconi leaned back in his chair and glanced at the monitor whose indicator light had gone out. He curled his lips and said sarcastically, "I risk the collapse of my business every month to give you the money on the narrow island." Damn lunatic asylum delivery, in exchange for your indifference when I was in trouble, this is good, I am very satisfied, I am going crazy, you know this damn place, the walls on all sides are pressing towards me, and That damn rice, it’s no wonder I’m not crazy.”

"Come on, Falconi, you know we had a great time working together."

Klein still looked gentle, but the eyes under his eyes were still indifferent, "Besides, am I here? As long as you cooperate with me, you will soon be able to leave this damn prison and return to your home." Spend a wonderful weekend with your social butterflies in my big mansion. Do you understand that you need to cooperate with me?"

The doctor's voice seemed to have a special flavor that was convincing, and at the end, the words he said with an emphasis made Falconi startled. The gang leader was definitely not a fool, so Falconi calmed down after a few seconds.

He breathed a sigh of relief and nodded,

"Okay, I lost my temper just now, Klein, tell me, how can I cooperate with you? I've really had enough here, damn Bat, damn Gordon, I want them to look good."

Klein waited until Falconi finished speaking. He took off his glasses, wiped them with a handkerchief, and asked casually,

"Did you say anything about the deal between us?"

"Well you are doubting me"

Falconi's eyes narrowed, but he soon gave up this threatening tone. He knocked on the table, "Don't worry, Klein, I'm not a fool. I don't know the forces behind you." Who is it, but I won’t put myself into a bad situation, don’t worry, I didn’t say a word that I shouldn’t have said.”

Klein carefully observed Falconi's facial expression. As an excellent psychological researcher, he could tell that Falconi was not lying, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Very good, you made the right choice, Falconi, don't worry, we will not give up our good friends. When the court is held, I am 8 points sure that you will be safe and sound. Of course, if you want it now You might need a little disguise to get out of here."

"No no no Klein"

Falconi interrupted Klein, "I hurt myself to bring you here, not just to get out of here."

The gangster clasped his hands together, put his arms on the table, and said to Klein, "I have a better idea. That damn bat caused me to lose a lot of money. I suffered a heavy loss from that batch of goods, so no matter what Whatever you and the people behind you want to do, count on me.”

"what"

Klein's expression was a little strange. He put on his glasses again and looked at Falconi, "Are you serious?"

"Of course, I know you don't want Gordon to be exposed to the direction of that special batch of poisonous drugs. I also know that you use prisoners in your lunatic asylum for human experiments, as well as the thugs and guards you hired."

The corners of Falconi's mouth were slightly raised. There were some scars on the old man's face, which made him look embarrassed, but there was a cunning light shining in his eyes.

"Guess who those people are?"

"I control all the population movements on the narrow island, and you can't hide the things you do from me."

The gangster spread his hands, "Do you really think I won't find out the details of others before doing business with them? Listen, Klein, I don't care what you and your boss are doing or planning, that's It’s a big deal and I want to get involved. I’ve suffered heavy losses and I need to make up for the losses.”

Klein seemed a little surprised when he heard Falconi's words. He took off his glasses again and put them in his pocket. He unbuttoned the first button on his collar. He looked at Falconi, All the expressions on his face became serious,

"If that's the case then I can already guess what my boss will say to you and we will kill you."

Falconi was amused by Klein's words. He slapped the table and laughed.

"Kill me, who can kill me in Gotham? This is my territory."

He stood up, put his hands on the table, and stared at Klein like an enraged old lion. "I want to see how you want to kill me."

Klein also stared at him. He did not stand up or show an angry expression. He just put his left hand in his black suitcase, opened it, and then suddenly asked a question,

"So, do you want to see my mask Falconi?"

Falconi looked at Klein doubtfully. His sophisticated eyes could tell at a glance that there was absolutely no room for a gun in that suitcase, so he simply leaned on the chair, folded his arms and looked at it with a sneer. A mask that looked to be sewn from a poor brown sack was taken out of the box. It was extremely rough.

It was like a bag that had been cut open, with two holes cut out for eyes, and then sealed with rope. Klein put it on his face with a smile, then spread his hands, Like a circus clown, but before Falconi could laugh for the first time, white gas spurted out from Klein's box and instantly enveloped Falconi who was sitting opposite. .

"What the hell is this?"

Falconi was caught off guard and breathed in a few breaths of air. His head was dizzy, and then he saw Klein standing up from the chair. The originally ridiculous and funny scarecrow mask with a hint of terror, in his serious state, Klein stood up from the chair. In the disturbed and hypnotized vision, the panic was instantly amplified ten thousand times

Black, disgusting, flesh-eating, blood-drinking bugs poured out from the mask's eyes and mouth at this moment, and lay on him. Klein's voice-changed voice also sounded like a super villain,

"Falconi, you have provoked someone you shouldn't have provoked. Arkham Asylum will be your final destination, but before that, I can "play" with you first."

"Oh, help, help, scarecrow, don't come here, help, help."