In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 152: Party and Umbrella (4)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Why do you... Cobbot looked at Schiller with a gloomy face and said, and then suddenly he reacted and scolded with a wrinkled face: Damn it..

He turned his head to look at Schiller again, but he didn't see the expression on Schiller's face that the police interrogated him successfully. On the contrary, Schiller was really looking at him suspiciously, which made Ke Potter felt a humiliation.

Coppert pursed his lips, he stretched his neck, tilted his head, moved his shoulders, and then said: You first untie the belt on my arm, it makes me feel a little uncomfortable......

I thought that Schiller would refuse, but Schiller stood up without hesitation, walked to his bed, and untied the **** the armrest. As soon as he finished untying one hand, Coppert couldn't wait to move I flicked my arm.

His right hand was bound with a splint, and Schiller reminded him: Because of the delay in treatment, your right hand fracture has become very serious, but if you delay for another two days, there is a risk of amputation, so it should be tied first.

Coppert muttered in a low voice, as if cursing something, when Schiller turned his gaze, he suddenly seemed to be choked again, and fell silent.

Schiller sat back in his original position, picked up the medical records, and said: Come on, let's continue to talk about this issue. Judging from the layout of the crime scene, I can feel that you are in a hurry. Can you tell me about it? What did you encounter?

Coppert wrinkled his nose and raised his lips, which made him look a little fierce. He seemed eager to refute Schiller's point, but felt that he shouldn't say so much to a strange therapist.

Let me listen to your criminal thinking. After all, you have spent so much effort to do so many things. Wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't have an audience?

Coppert's intact arm grabbed the guardrail fiercely, he tilted his head, stared straight at Schiller and said: You **** psychiatrist....

Coppert admitted that Schiller's words were more useful than any police interrogation method.

Schiller looked at him with a smile. He knew very well that any criminal who appeared on the Gotham stage in the future would be a fundamentalist in the criminal world.

They have their own pride in the crime, for example, the sophistication of the technique, the presentation of the result, the misleading effect on the onlookers, etc., they hope to be perfect in all aspects.

With every criminal scheme they carry out, they take these questions into consideration and hope that someone will see their genius.

They firmly believe that a crime without an audience is not a perfect crime.

Coppert's rationality told him that it was not a good idea to tell the truth at this time. If Schiller really recorded the audio, he might not be able to escape the trial.

But he just felt itchy, and another voice in his heart told him that Schiller was just like him, and he would be a good listener, able to understand the subtle criminal process that ordinary people could not understand, Can understand his uniqueness.

Soon, Coppert couldn't bear it anymore, he said: It was an accident, if it weren't for...

Coppert paused, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, and then he relaxed on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and began his narration.

…It was a complete accident that I got to know the godfather. My father used to be a well-known gang leader in the East District. After his death, the land and property that should have been inherited by me were all divided up by those gangsters like jackals ...

In order to protect me, my mother took me back to the old house near the living hell, but we still couldn't live in peace with my father's former enemy, who chased and killed us time and time again...

It was one night, I was washing dishes in a bar on the East Side, when I came out, I was surrounded by people, they were about to shoot, a car drove by, and there was Falco sitting in it Your Excellency, he stopped those people and drove away "Che Gu:

Godfather saved you

That's right, I was only 12 years old at that time, but I was very thin and looked smaller, maybe he couldn't understand that they were going to shoot a child, anyway, at that time, I met the godfather. Back

I don't know where he saw that I was worthy of training. I'm thin and small, I'm not in good health, I don't like my appearance, and I don't know what to do, but the godfather still secretly helps me...

So, when he needs you, you kill for him

Copper said blankly: What's wrong with that? He saved me, I know, it's nothing to him, but killing someone is nothing to me... .

I have to say, you are very experienced in the old Edward case, not like a novice, can you talk about that day in detail

Coppert shook his head and said: It all depends on the prestige of the godfather. No one dares to act wildly on his territory. This is not something worthy of praise...

Okay, let's get to the point. All you have done should not be following the trend. What do you want to do?

I want to get rid of the godfather's control. Coppert's words were astonishing.

Accurately, not the old godfather... Coppert added: I am willing to work for Falcone and kill for him, but only His Excellency Falcone...

I knew some time ago that the old godfather wanted to abdicate, and wanted to hand over his power to his son, Falcone Jr.

Coppert snorted, and said disdainfully: But he can't, little Falcone is completely inferior to his father, if he follows him, he won't have any future.

If the new godfather wants to inherit the position of the old godfather, he will naturally inherit his property and connections, which naturally includes me, but I think Falcone is too far behind, and I don't want to follow him .....

Why do you feel so Schiller asked him. Before, he wanted to carry out reforms, and the land given to him by the old godfather was messed up by him.

He is driven, but aimless, tough, but lacking in thinking, in short, he is not the material.

So, what did you do

I know that the old godfather is not dead yet, it is impossible to get rid of him with strong means, I will die.

I've had his favor and I've killed for him, so maybe it looks like we're even.

But everyone in Gotham knows that as long as you have done this kind of thing, you will never go ashore again. You will either die or go all the way to darkness.

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But I don't want to be regarded as a part of the inheritance, and then follow the instructions of the new godfather, or in other words, the stupidity of the new godfather will not only kill him, but also kill me. I don't want to die, so I want to leave.

When the godfather asked me to come to the living **** to stare here, I realized that the opportunity has come...

My first target is the Mooney Gang. Coppert raised his voice and said: I have to gain a firm foothold here and find out the situation before I can make a follow-up plan. So I joined the Mooney Gang and obeyed Fish's orders. It took me a short time to figure it out. Everything here.

Coppert's words gradually became smoother, and when this aspect was mentioned, the future penguin was eloquent.

When I finished the preliminary survey, the Muni Gang was no longer a good place to stay, because Fish's territory was compressed layer by layer, and the scope of activities began to become small, and I couldn't collect enough Intelligence, at this moment, I can't let the godfather think that I haven't worked hard.

So, I found an opportunity and hooked up with Kevin. Yes, it was not he who chose me, but I who chose him...

As Coppert continued to tell, his voice echoed in the ward, and his recent life became a drama, presented in front of their eyes.

As his words fell to the ground, the red curtain opened, and behind it was the narrow corridor of living hell.

Coppert and Kevin stood in the corridor, and the short and stooped Cobbot said flatteringly to Kevin: Mr. Kevin, please do me a favor, please do patronize my business......

The tall Kevin raised his head, took a pack of cigarettes from Coppert, opened it, looked at it, and said, "You are a new cigarette seller. I have never seen you before. You should be the crazy one." A woman's person

Yes, yes... Coppert nodded eagerly, then he rubbed his hands a little embarrassed and said: I am also forced to make a living, there are too few cigarettes in the southern district, otherwise I would not I will take a risk to come here....

How much do you sell for a pack

Seventy cents, sir, only seventy cents. Kevin raised his eyebrows in surprise and said: "What's the matter with seventy cents? The small cigarette sellers here are all ninety cents or one dollar. Why are you selling it so cheap?"

Kevin looked at the pack of cigarettes again, took out one from it, and Coppert leaned over to light him graciously, and then said: Actually, I still have something to earn, I am active in the south and north at the same time , It takes 1 hour and 20 minutes to walk around, and about 6 to 7 packs of cigarettes can be sold. Even if the profit of each pack of cigarettes is only ten cents, there are 13 hours of activity in a day, and the average can be sold...

Kevin took a puff of cigarettes, exhaled the smoke, looked up and down at Copperpot, and said, "It's amazing that you can do calculations. Those little **** I met who sell cigarettes can't even count change...

Coppert still nodded and smiled, inadvertently revealing his experience of going to school in a wealthy area in the south. He kept chatting with Kevin. , He squeezed his cigarette **** and said: I think you are good, following that crazy woman Fish, there is no good result.

Go and get me two good cigarettes, and I will let you work at the outlet on the second floor~IndoMTL.com~ There will be a commission of three cents for every 10 pieces, which is more profitable than you selling cigarettes.

Coppert showed an overjoyed look, and Kevin pouted his lips and said: Little devils like you with weak arms and weak legs, besides running errands to buy newspapers and cigarettes, you can count them.

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Those little **** count wrong every day, and their brains are not as good as the rusty door bolts. They cost me money, so don't be lazy and slippery.

Be more

As the smoke from the cigarette in Kevin's hand gradually drifted away and the curtain slowly closed, Schiller turned his head and said to Copperpot: I can tell that you have done a good job so far.

Taking advantage of your thin stature, pretending to be the most common kid selling cigarettes and running errands in Living Hell, you inadvertently showed your ability in calculation, and successfully jumped to Kevin's place.

But that's not all I want. The curtain was opened again, the stack of cardboard boxes was getting higher and higher, and the bills flew out of Copperpot's hands, through the narrow corridor of living hell, past the door of the shipping port, on the delivery stairs, and in the back kitchen of the restaurant. , a thin figure shuttled among them.

The last piece of paper slapped onto Copperpot's face, and when he took it off with his hands, the bright neon lights of a restaurant's signboard were reflected in his exposed eyes. .

You should not have lied about this part. Schiller commented: I can see that you really, really want to open a restaurant.

Coppert's lips moved on the hospital bed, he was silent for a while, and then said: Yes, but this is not what I should consider now.

What I think about now is that as an errand runner, my path at the bottom has come to an end, and next, I will find a way to become a management team.