All Worlds Madhouse

Before going to see the leader of the Falcone family, you have to take care of the feed. I have to say that this is a good habit.

So soon, Parker met old Joey.

It's just that this person seemed to have arrived too quickly. Just when Dr. Ziliang was halfway through smoking his cigarette, there was the sound of the clinic door being pushed open at the end of the corridor.

When he first saw this person, Parker could clearly determine that this person was a pig farmer, not the kind of worker who provides pork for canneries, but the most primitive, least efficient, and most time-consuming and labor-intensive person. The kind of "pig farmer".

He looks pretty tough. He looks like a big European, over 40 years old. He has a very domineering dark brown beard, but he doesn't have any hair at all. His upper body is exposed. It can be seen that when he was young, He should be quite strong, but now he is covered in fat. Wearing a large black apron made of thick leather, it was covered with all kinds of inexplicable disgusting things that looked like leftovers. A grease-stained belt was tied under the huge beer belly, and it was inserted diagonally at the waist. A rusty butcher's knife.

"Hahaha - big harvest!" He smiled heartily and lifted up the belt that was weighed down by his belly.

Parker could clearly see the man's eyes shining with excitement.

"Okay, I still have things to do. After you finish cleaning up, help me close the door." Ziliang said, and then glanced at Parker, indicating that he should leave.

"Oh" Parker responded in a daze, and then followed Zi Liang with his head that seemed to be unable to escape from the daze.

He just followed the doctor, stepped over the stumps on the floor, and walked along the hospital corridor towards the door. Within a few meters of distance, the blood stains on his shoes seemed to be pulled away by the bottom plate, and then seeped out quickly. Into the gap.

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

Elegant environment and exquisite food, this is the reputation of this restaurant. If paired with a beautiful violin, it would be even better.

But at this moment, there was only one table of guests in this restaurant, Datang, which should have been packed.

"Listen, even the rudest diners will inevitably be moved by such music. This is music, a wonderful language that can overcome any communication barriers." A man with slightly white hair sat at the round table, speaking at all. Without concealing his admiration for the violin, he stuffed a piece of extremely finely chopped steak into his mouth and let out a soft hum of enjoyment.

This man is Mr. Carmine Falcone, the current owner of Gotham City's largest gang.

On the opposite side of the table, there is also a plate of steak that looks extremely delicious. The sauce is mixed with heat, seeming to tempt people to eat it.

However, the person sitting in front of this steak had no intention of eating it at all. After all, now he had to use all his mind to suppress the pain all over his body, otherwise he would definitely scream if he relaxed.

"Are you really not going to take a bite?" Mr. Falcone asked, and then took a sip of red wine. He seemed not to care at all about the other person's face, which had been beaten to the point where it was almost impossible to see the original appearance. .

"Okay, since you don't want to eat it, forget it." He said, "But I have to make it clear that I am always fair. I will remit your money to your account as scheduled, but after all, this prison robbery plan is not Success, so you have to pay a little price for it, right.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in a suit came up behind the poor guy with a bruised nose and swollen face. He took out a pistol and put it on the other person's head.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuah——” The man seemed to be crying, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, a row of beaten teeth were exposed, and his mouth was filled with The blood could only be heard purring.

Falcone waved his hand nonchalantly.

"boom!"

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

Everyone was startled by the sound, and immediately took out their guns and pointed them at the door.

They saw a man in a white coat with a weak face. He stared at Mr. Falcone who was having a meal with a nonchalant look, and then walked straight over.

Perhaps because this man did not carry a gun, and was wearing a doctor's white coat, and did not look very combative, all the bodyguards present did not fire immediately.

Ziliang walked to the dining table under the eyes of a group of astonished eyes and the muzzle of a black gun, and patted the poor guy on the chair who his own mother didn't even recognize: "Hi, brother, let's let." He said .

The man couldn't figure out the situation for a while. He might have thought it would be inappropriate to give up his seat to him, but his body was trying to escape because of fear. Anyway, he was just a very weird staggerer, so he clicked Lying on the ground.

"Thank you." Ziliang sat down on the chair with satisfaction, as if he didn't see the dozen gunshots surrounding him behind him: "Hello, Mr. Falcone."

Mr. Falcone looked at the defenseless doctor with confusion on his face: "Hello, what is your name?"

"My name is Ziliang, a doctor." He stretched out his white coat and said, "Let me get straight to the point. Mr. George Parnes, who escaped from prison a few days ago, is dead."

"How do you know?" Falcone was stunned for a moment and asked.

"I killed him."

There was silence for a while. Then.

"Kakakka————"

A series of sounds of bullets being loaded sounded from behind his head, and Ziliang felt like several guns were inserted into his messy hair.

Falcone seemed a little surprised to hear such an answer. He looked at Ziliang blankly for a few seconds, and then burst into laughter.

A sneer, of course.

"Haha - you may have gotten the wrong information. The person you killed was not my enemy, but my cousin."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry." Ziliang said, then pointed to the steak in front of him: "This looks good, is it prepared for me?"

Falcone's face was as gloomy as the mud accumulated in the sewer. Even the calmest person could not really have no reaction at all when he heard the news that his brother was dead.

But after all, he is a gang leader with deep connections.

"I think you are not the kind of person who would get the wrong information, so I will give you 10 seconds now. You can explain something to me, or you can say your last words." Falcone read coldly.

Ziliang picked up the knife and fork on the table, cut a piece of steak, stuffed it into his mouth, and then was stunned, as if his expression was shocked by the delicious food.

"You know, I've been in Gotham for three months, and it wasn't until this bite of steak that I felt like a place where I could stay alone," he said.

Falcone finally lost his composure. He stood up suddenly, quickly took out a gun and aimed it at Ziliang, who was still cutting meat: "You still have five seconds."

"Hey, don't get excited." Ziliang said, then took out a notebook from his pocket and started to rummage: "Let me look for it first. Oh, I found it, Falcone's wife, name Her name is Carol Della. She likes shopping, raising dogs, and yoga. Every Friday night, she goes to a high-end beauty club to maintain her skin. She is a VIP there, and every VIP has the right to be in the club. Book a luxurious temporary lounge on the third floor.”

"Asshole, what exactly do you want to say?" Falcone gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

"Oh, we're about to get to the point." Ziliang turned over a page of notes and continued: "And by coincidence, Mr. George Parnes, your cousin, goes to attend every Friday night A boxing training camp. He loves boxing, you should know this, but the strange thing is that the schedule of that boxing gym shows that his training coach does not work at all on Fridays."

Speaking of this, Ziliang didn't know if it was intentional, but he paused anyway.

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

Ziliang licked his fingers in an awkward manner and turned another page: "The lounge of that beauty club has a refrigerator, a full set of bathing facilities, 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 in response. Instead, the poor guy next to him who had been lying down and whose name he didn't know held his chest, pushed it a few times, and then died.

"Carry him down," said Mr. Falcone.

The bodyguards understood what he meant, so soon, only Ziliang and Falcone were left in the entire hall.

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

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

"I will find out whether your words are true or false. Now please answer the question."

"Okay, I'm a doctor." Ziliang stuffed a large piece of steak into his mouth and muttered: "As for why you are investigating, to be honest, I just heard your name for the first time about two hours ago."

Falcone looked at Zi Liang's face and seemed to be hesitating about something. After a while, he said quietly: "You came to me not only to tell me these nonsense."

Ziliang stuffed a mouthful of steak into his mouth, then picked up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth.

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