Every profession had a leader. Normally, the leader was the most powerful boss in the profession. If Gotham's various gangs had a leader, then there was no doubt that Falconi, who was almost 60 years old, would be the boss of the gang.
The Falconi Family was established along with the establishment of Gotham. Until now, the family's tentacles had already extended to every corner of the city. They were like leeches that were lying on Gotham's body, greedy and ugly.
Of course, as the leader of the Falconi Family, the arrest of Falconi was almost impossible. However, it happened. A weird guy called Batman had rushed into the drug dealing scene that Falconi was personally supervising. He had knocked out Falconi and his five fully-armed bodyguards. The drugs were scattered all over the place. It was like they were caught red-handed.
The first person to arrive at the scene was the Gotham Police Station's notoriously tough Jim Gordon. He was the only police officer who was unwilling to accept his bribe. Therefore, Falconi was locked up in prison. This was a great humiliation for him. Even though he had been in prison many times, with his current status, this incident was like a bombshell in Gotham's underworld.
Even though Falconi did not think that he would be prosecuted, he did not know that the assistant prosecutor, Miss Rachel, who he had ordered to create an "accident", was still alive and well. Furthermore, she had obtained enough evidence from Mr. Batman, who did not want to reveal his name, to have Falconi spend the rest of his life in prison.
Yes, if there were no accidents and no violent means to break out of prison, this guy would not be able to escape.
However, as in many stories, there were always accidents. If everything went according to plan, then the story would be meaningless. Rachel did not know how difficult it would be for the justice she prayed for to arrive.
Gotham Prison was an old prison located in the suburbs. It was not far from the Gotham Police Station. There were about 700 criminals locked up here, and a fifth of them were felons. This was a place that the whole of Gotham feared. However, it was a place that Klein often visited.
Under the pale light of Gotham Prison, the doctor and the prison guard walked towards the prison cell one after another. The two of them were talking and seemed to be very familiar with each other.
"Has he tried to commit suicide many times?"
Klein asked in a low voice as he followed behind the thin prison guard with his suitcase.
The thin prison guard shrugged and said to Klein, "How should I say this, Dr. Klein. Those who are locked up here have suicidal tendencies, but those who really seek redemption, less than one in ten, especially those who are evil to the core like Falconi..."
"Bang!"
As the guard spoke, he used the rubber stick in his hand to hit the bars of the prison cell. He shouted at the two people in orange prison uniforms who were wrestling with each other.
"Behave yourselves! You bastards, don't you want to eat dinner? "
The two prisoners let go of each other fiercely and bared their teeth at the prison guard. The other prisoners in the other cells also stood up, but the prison guard stared back at them without fear. He knew that he could not be weak when dealing with these bastards.
After a few seconds, the prisoner was the first to give up. The victorious prison guard put the rubber stick back into the lock on his back. He touched his hat and complained to Klein who was following behind him.
"Forgive me for being blunt, Klein. You can come back tomorrow morning. It is not worth wasting your time on a villain like Falconi. Sheriff Gordon gave a death order. No one can help him get away with it."
The prison guard took out the key to the prison 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 tricky. He reached out and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, then put his hand into his pocket and stuffed a roll of bills into the prison guard's hand.
"Ruhr, I know that 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 break out of prison with Falconi! I just want to talk to him. "
The prison guard looked down at the thickness of the bills. He swallowed, then looked around and lowered his voice.
"Don't say that I don't want to help you, Klein, my old friend. Gordon has eyes here, so … five minutes, no more!"
Klein nodded. He reached out and pushed open the door of the prison cell. He patted Ruhr's shoulder.
"Five minutes, that's enough."
The prison guard turned around and walked into the monitoring room next door. He carefully looked around, then reached out and picked up a glass of water. He "accidentally" turned off the monitor's power, then walked out of the monitoring room and continued his night patrol. Judging from his skillful and experienced movements, it was obviously not the first time.
Klein walked into the prison cell. An old man with white hair was sitting there, bored. His hands were on the table, and there were bandages and wounds on his arms. His collar was open, and the originally exquisite shirt was faintly emitting a sour smell. It seemed that Mr. Falconi's prison life was not pleasant.
When he saw Klein walk in, Falconi just rolled his eyes. He didn't get up, nor did he have any special expression. Obviously, he didn't care about Klein, even if he was the only guy who could help him get out of prison.
"Yo yo yo, look who this is, big shot … Dr. Klein, you finally showed up!"
Falconi leaned back in the chair and glanced at the monitor whose indicator light had been turned off. He curled his lips and said sarcastically, "Every month, I risked my business to deliver goods to your damn mental hospital on the narrow island. In exchange, you ignored me when I was in trouble … That's good, I'm very satisfied! I'm going crazy, you know? This damn place, the walls are pressing down on me, and the damn food, of course I'm going crazy! "
"Don't be like this, Falconi. You know, we used to have a good cooperation."
Klein still looked gentle, but his eyes were still cold. "And, I'm here now, aren't I? As long as you cooperate with me, you can soon leave this damn prison, go back to your big house, and spend a good weekend with your socialites, understand? You need to cooperate with me! "
The doctor's voice went from low to high, as if it had a special flavor that made it convincing. At the end, the doctor emphasized a few words, which startled Falconi. A gang leader in a city was definitely not an idiot, so after a few seconds, Falconi calmed down.
He breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.
"Well, I lost my composure just now, Klein. Tell me, how do you want me to cooperate with you … I've really had enough here, damn Bat, damn Gordon! I'll teach them a lesson! "
After Falconi finished speaking, Klein took off his glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief while casually asking.
"About our deal, did you say anything?"
"Hmm? Are you doubting me? "
Falconi narrowed his eyes, but soon he gave up on this threatening tone. He knocked on the table and said, "Don't worry, Klein, I'm not an idiot. Although I don't know who's behind you, I won't put myself in a bad situation. Don't worry, I didn't say anything that I shouldn't say!"
Klein carefully observed Falconi's facial expression. As an excellent psychologist, he could tell that Falconi was not lying, so he sighed in relief.
"Very good, you've made the right choice, Falconi. Don't worry, we won't give up on our good friend. When the trial starts, I'm 80% sure that you'll be safe. Of course, if you want to leave now, you may need a little disguise …"
"No, no, no! Klein! "
Falconi interrupted Klein. "I didn't hurt myself to lure you here just to leave!"
The mafia boss clasped his hands together and put his arms on the table. He said to Klein, "I have a better idea. That damn bat made me lose a lot of money. I lost a lot of money because of that batch of goods. So, no matter what you and the people behind you want to do, count me in!"
"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 that you don't want Gordon to know the whereabouts of that batch of special poison X. I also know that you've been experimenting on the prisoners in your mental hospital, and the thugs and guards you hired …"
Falconi's lips curled up slightly. The old man's face had some scars, which made him look like a mess, but his eyes shone with a cunning light.
"Guess, whose men are those?"
"I know all the movements of the population in Narrow Island. You can't hide anything from me!"
The mafia boss spread his hands. "Do you really think that I don't know the ins and outs of people before doing business with them? Listen, Klein, I don't care what you and your boss are doing, or what you're planning. This is a big deal, and I want a piece of it! I've lost a lot, and I need to make up for it! "
Klein was a little surprised to hear Falconi's words. He took off his glasses again and put them in his pocket. He undid the first button on his collar and looked at Falconi with a serious expression.
"If that's the case … then I can already guess how my boss will reply to you … We'll 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, both hands on the table, and stared at Klein like an enraged lion. "I'd like to see how you're going to kill me."
Klein stared back at him. He didn't stand up, nor did he look angry. He just put his left hand into his black suitcase, opened it, and suddenly asked a question.
"Then, do you want to see my mask? Falconi? "
Falconi looked at Klein suspiciously. He could see that the suitcase couldn't fit a gun, so he leaned back on the chair, crossed his arms, and sneered at Klein. He took out a mask that looked like it was sewn from a brown gunny bag. It was extremely rough.
It looked like a bag that was cut open with two holes for eyes, and then it was sealed with rope. Klein put it on with a smile on his face, and then opened his hands like a Joker in a circus. But before Falconi could laugh, white gas spewed out from Klein's suitcase and instantly enveloped Falconi who was sitting opposite him.
"What the hell! What the hell is this! "
Falconi was caught off guard and breathed in a few mouthfuls of the gas. He felt dizzy, and then he saw Klein stand up from the chair. The originally funny and comical scarecrow mask with a hint of horror was magnified 10,000 times in his severely disrupted and hypnotized vision.
Worms … Black, disgusting, flesh-eating, blood-drinking worms swarmed out from the eyes and mouth of the mask and crawled on his body. Klein's voice changed, and he sounded like a supervillain.
"Falconi, you've offended someone you shouldn't have … Arkham Asylum will be your final resting place! But before that, I can 'play' with you first. "
"Ah!!! Help! Help!!! Scarecrow! Don't come over!! Ah! Help! Help!!! "
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