chapter 5

Before going to see the leader of the Falcone family, the feed must be processed, and I have to say that this is a good habit.

So soon, Parker saw old Joey.

It was just that the person came too quickly. Only half of the smoke from Dr. Ziliang's cigarette, and the sound of the clinic door being pushed open at the end of the corridor.

At the first sight of this person, Parker could clearly determine that this person is a pig raiser ... not the kind of breeder who provides pork in the cannery, but the most primitive and least efficient, The most time-consuming type of "pig raising".

His appearance is still tough, looks like a big European, over 40 years old, has a domineering dark brown beard, but does not have a little hair, bare upper body, can be seen, when he was young He should be quite strong, but now he is all fat. Wearing a big black apron made of thick leather, it was filled with all kinds of inexplicable disgusting things like leftovers. A greased belt was tied under the huge beer belly, and the waist was inserted diagonally A rusty pig-killing knife.

"Ha ha ha-big harvest!" He smiled heartily and raised the belt that was crushed by his stomach.

Parker could clearly see the excitement in the man's eyes as if he were shining.

"Okay, I still have something to do. You cleaned up and helped me close the door." Zi Liang said, then made a look at Parker, indicating that he should go.

"Oh ..." Parker responded in a trance, and then kept up with Ziliang's head, which seemed to be unable to escape from the state of coercion.

He just followed the doctor, walked over the stump of the ground, and walked along the corridor of the hospital to the gate. Within a few meters, the blood stains on his shoes seemed to be pulled away by the bottom plate, and then quickly oozed. Into the gap.

The door of the hospital was pushed open, and Parker walked into the gray night, and a cool breeze slapped on his face, making him feel that everything he had just experienced was a ridiculous dream.

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The elegant environment and fine cuisine are the reputation of this restaurant. If you add a beautiful violin, it will be even more wonderful.

But at the moment, there should be only one table of guests in this restaurant, Datang, which was supposed to be full.

"You hear, even the most rude diners are inevitably impressed by this kind of music. This is music, a wonderful language that can cross any communication barrier." A man with pale hair was sitting at the round table. Without concealing the praise for the violin, he stuffed an extremely finely cut steak into his mouth and let out a soft hum.

This man is Mr. Kamian Falcone, the owner of the biggest gangster in Gotham City at this stage.

On the opposite side of this table, there is also a plate of steak that is very delicious at a glance. The sauce is mixed with heat, and it seems to seduce people to eat it.

However, the person sitting in front of this steak had no intention of eating at all. After all, now he has to use all his mind to suppress the pain around him, otherwise, he will definitely scream when he relaxes.

"Are you really not going to take a bite?" Mr. Falcone asked, and then took a sip of red wine, as if he didn't care about the other person's face that had been beaten so hard to see the original look. .

"Okay, since you don't want to eat," he said, "but I have to make it clear that my person has always been fair, and I will remit your money to your account as scheduled, but after all, this prison plan is not Success, so you have to pay a price for it, right. "

As soon as the words fell, behind the poor guy with a swollen nose and a swollen face came a man in a suit. He pulled out a pistol and placed it on the other person's head.

"Ooooooo--" The man seemed to be crying, trembling uncontrollably, trying to say something, but with a mouth, a row of teeth that had been beaten up and out, mixed with his mouth The blood can only hear the sound of purring.

Falcone waved carelessly ...

"boom!"

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However, this sound was not a gunshot, but the door of the hall was pushed open and hit the wall.

All of them were taken aback by the sound, and immediately took out all the guns and aimed at the door.

They saw a man in a white coat and a face with a kidney deficiency. When he saw no one beside him, he stared at Mr. Falcone who was eating, and then walked straight over.

It may be that this person did not have a gun and was wearing a doctor's white coat, and he didn't seem to have any combat power, so all the bodyguards present did not shoot immediately.

Just like this, Zi Liang walked to the dining table under a group of amazing sights and black hole guns, and patted the poor guy on the chair that his mother didn't know: "Hi, brother, let Jean." He said .

The man couldn't figure out the situation for a while. Maybe he thought it would be wrong to just give him a seat, but his body wanted to escape because he was too busy. Anyway, he was a very weird stagger, so he snapped Lying on the ground.

"Thank you." Zi Liang sat on the chair with satisfaction, as if he didn't see the dozen muzzles around him behind him: "Hello Mr. Falcone."

Mr. Falcone looked at the defenseless doctor with a puzzled expression: "Hello, how do you call it."

"My name is Ziliang, a doctor." He said his white coat. "I will tell you the truth. Mr. George Parnes, who had escaped from prison the other day, is dead."

"How do you know?" Falcone asked, froze.

"I killed him."

There was a silence ... and then ...

"Kaka Kaka ————"

A series of bullet-loading sounds sounded from behind his head, and Ziliang felt that several guns had been inserted into his messy hair.

Falcone seemed to be a little surprised to hear such an answer. He looked at Ziliang blankly for a few seconds, then laughed with a puff.

Of course, sneer.

"Oh-you may have heard the wrong news. The person you killed was not my enemy, but my cousin."

"Yes, I'm so sorry." Zi Liang said, then pointed to the steak in front of him: "This looks good, is it for me?"

Falcone's face was gloomy like mud accumulating in the sewers. Even a calm-minded person, when he heard the news that his brother had died, it was impossible for him to really not respond at all ... .

But after all, he is a very deep gang leader.

"I don't think you should be the kind of person who gets the news wrong, so I will give you 10 seconds now. You can explain to me or say your last words." Falcone thought coldly.

Ziliang picked up the knife and fork on the dining table, cut a piece of steak, stuffed it into his mouth, and then froze, it seemed that it was because of this delicious look.

"You know, I have been in Gotham for 3 months. It wasn't until this steak that I felt like a place to stay here," he said.

Falcone finally couldn't breathe anymore. He stood up suddenly, quickly pulled out a gun and aimed at Ziliang who was still cutting meat: "You still have five seconds."

"Hey, don't be excited." Zi Liang said, and then took out a notebook from his pocket and started rummaging through it: "Let me find it first ... Oh, I found it, Falco. The wife inside, named Carroll Della, loves shopping, raising dogs, and yoga, she goes to a high-end beauty club every Friday night to maintain her skin. She is a VIP there, and every VIP All have the right to book a luxurious temporary lounge on the third floor of the clubhouse ... "

"Asshole, what the hell do you want to say?" Falcone gritted his teeth, squeezing the words out of his teeth.

"Oh, it's time to focus." Zi Liang turned a page of notes and continued: "And by coincidence, Mr. George Parnes, your cousin, will attend every Friday night. At a boxing training camp, he loves boxing. You should know this, but it is strange that the boxing gym 's schedule shows that his training coach does not work at all on Friday ... "

Speaking of which, Ziliang did not know if it was intentional, in short he paused.

Five seconds had passed, but Mr. Falcone did not shoot.

Zi Liang licked his fingers in a frivolous way, and turned another page: "The beauty club has a refrigerator, a full set of bathing equipment, soft carpets, and a bed that is 3 meters long and 2.5 meters wide. ... "

"boom!"

This time it was a gunshot.

But Ziliang's head didn't seem to explode, but the poor guy beside him who had been lying on his stomach and didn't know what his name was was holding his chest, and he swallowed a few times.

"Bring him down." Mr. Falcone said.

The bodyguards understood what he meant, so soon, the whole hall was left with only Ziliang and Falcone.

Mr. Falcone still held the gun tightly in his hand: "Who are you? Why did you investigate me?" He asked.

"I thought you would first thank me for helping you kill your cousin." Zi Liang muttered.

"Your words are true or false. I will understand it myself. Now please answer the question ..."

"Okay, I'm a doctor." Zi Liang mumbled a large steak into his mouth and mumbled, "As for why I'm investigating you ... to be honest, I only heard your name the first time about two hours ago. "

Falcone looked at Ziliang's eating, and seemed to hesitate. After a while, he said quietly, "You did not come here to just ttell me these bad things."

Ziliang put a bite of steak into his mouth, then pulled up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth.

"I know you want to invade Arkham Asylum, I think I can help you."