Partners

"What makes you think you can help me?" Falcone asked indifferently.

Zi Liang sighed helplessly, "You see, this is why I don't like to make deals with you second-rate characters, there are many things you know you can't do, yet you are still spending time questioning others."

"Second-rate characters?" Falcone clearly didn't like that name very much.

"Yes, you may think you're a very powerful character, and in fact you are, controlling the largest gang in the city, with thousands of gang members under your hands, able to live a rich life while strawman, but honestly, you've always been a second-rate, even third-rate character, because no one pays attention to you, have you ever thought, if Gotham City is a book, 90% of the people who read this book will not remember your name ... can you pass me the wine." Zira said.

"Gotham ... is a book? Oh, what an interesting analogy, then I'm curious, according to you, then who would be the protagonist of the city? Commissioner Gordon? The mayor? Or something else?"

"Neither, but those ... weirdos." Zira chattered.

"Weirdos?"

"Yes, the neurotic patients with sacks over their heads, the burn victims who choose to be phobic, and the weird guys who have insomnia all the time and fly around in cloaks at night."

Mr. Falcone seemed to faintly freeze for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Oh, I know who all the people you're talking about, but they're not exactly people who can be called protagonists, they're all dead now, disappeared, or all locked up in the Arkham Asylum. Even before they were locked up, those weirdos were simply not as powerful as me, and they were even focusing on things like robbing banks."

"You're right, but believe it or not, you really are a second rate."

"Well, I'm losing interest in this analogy of yours, so either you quickly tell me why you want to help me ... or go to hell." Mr. Falcone picked up that pistol again, and anyone who didn't would suspect that if he heard the slightest thing he wasn't happy about, he would shoot.

Zira, on the contrary, looked as usual, and he stuffed the last piece of steak into his mouth.

"That's a good question, the reason I'm helping you is because there's someone in Arkham Asylum that I have to save."

"Oh? Who do you want to save?"

"That ... is actually something I don't know." Zi Liang said.

Mr. Falcone's face seemed to be very unpleasant: "Are you playing me?" He waved the gun in his hand and said.

"Of course not." Zi Liang began to turn his book of notes again: "Oh, this man is the 21st death row inmate, do you have someone under your hand who knows who the 21st death row inmate is?"

"There was supposed to be one, my cousin, but you killed him the other day."

Zi Liang frowned and looked a little frustrated, "Uh, how embarrassing."

"Well, I don't want to talk about his death anymore, so now it's time for the next question, why do I want to work with you."

Zi Liang closed his notes: "Because you should still have a few people important gang members still locked up in Arkham Asylum, you should have succeeded the other day but failed for whatever reason, now you desperately need someone who can work with you inside and out to carry out another prison heist ..."

"You know quite a lot ... but are you trying to say ... that the person who can work with me inside and out is you?"

Zi Liang nodded rightfully.

"Then here's the question - do you not quite understand the meaning of the word 'inside out'?" Mr. Falcone said, "You are sitting in front of me now, how can you cooperate with me from the inside?"

Zi Liang lazily leaned back in his chair, a well-fed look: "Why not, Arkham Asylum holds the most horrible criminals in the city, so if nothing happens, tomorrow I'll go to the street and do something random, and I'll send myself in."

"You're going to put yourself in jail?" Mr. Falcone froze for a moment: "Hahahaha - that's crazy. But let it be, so let's return to that question at the beginning, why should I believe what you say."

"You don't need to believe anything from me right now, because you don't need to do anything for me either, whether it's getting into the prison, creating a disturbance in the prison, finding a way to escape, or finding a route that will allow you to storm in with guns and loaded ammunition, I'll do it all by myself.

You can go on eating your steak here in peace, or go back and have a good talk with your wife about your cousin, all that is up to you. The last thing you need to do is to wait until I open the gates of Arkham Prison, you take your 'Roman Empire' and rush in, save the people you want to save, or kill the people you want to kill, and you can trust me at that point.

And I, too, just need to find my [21st death row prisoner] to bring him out, it's that simple, I think, this deal, you should be able to calculate." Zi Liang said slowly and methodically, then pointed to the red wine bottle next to Mr. Falcone: "Now, can you give me a sip?"

Falcone stared at the doctor in front of him in silence after a long time: "Heh, I really can't refuse this deal." He said, then made a big change in attitude, while pushing the bottle of wine he had in his hand and sliding it in front of Zi Liang.

"You know what, you make me think of someone." Falcone said.

Ziliang grabbed the bottle, took a big ungentlemanly gulp, and then barred his mouth, "Who?"

"A madman, always wearing a purple suit, all day long to tell jokes that are not even funny ... When I think of him, I am all over the place." Falcone said, subconsciously twisted his neck: "But fortunately, he died, all of Gotham watched him being cremated."

Ziliang smiled inexplicably: "Really, that's a shame, but maybe you'll see him again later."

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