In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 78: The heart is like a stone (Part 1)
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A rainy night in Gotham. The rain in Gotham is always delicate and long, with bone-eating icy coldness. The rain line is like a gray net under the light. When it is close to the ground, every drop of rain will splash on the ground with tiny splashes .
The sound of the engine sounded from the end of the dark alley, accompanied by the slight sound of water, and the subtle sound of the tires rolling over the uneven road was getting closer and closer. When the dazzling headlights appeared at the back door of the police station, Ge Deng knew he was going to be in trouble.
A stretched luxury car stopped in front of Gordon. He saw the reflection of the barrel of a rifle in the window glass. A man in the rearview mirror nodded at him. No one spoke. The whole process was like Gotham is as quiet as a night.
Gordon took a deep breath, and he reached out to touch the pistol on his waist. Although the pistol had just been replaced with new accessories, it did not give him any sense of security. In this city, the police cannot Relying on their guns to gain any law enforcement authority, not even self-preservation.
A man in a black suit stepped down and opened the car door for Gordon. Gordon glanced at his watch. It was 9:12 pm and he was about to miss dinner with Barbara again.
Finally, Gordon got into the car. When the car started, he looked out of the window, and the neon signs of the shop flashed in his field of vision, leaving behind bright traces at the junction of red and blue, and the raindrops hit the car window. On the glass, these rays of light are blurred into an invisible halo.
Gordon said: "Who is the person I want to meet?"
"You'll know when you see it." The person sitting in the co-pilot answered him.
When driving on a somewhat rough road, the vehicle shook a little, the headlights of the car flickered on different buildings, and soon turned into an alley that Gordon had never been before. He knew that this place should be It is in the East District, and it is in the most dangerous edge of the East District.
He got out of the car, and the black suit led him to the door of a mansion. There were two people standing in front of the door, both with guns in their hands. One of them came up, and Gordon folded his hands on his forehead. Before that, the man took the gun from his waist, searched him up and down, and after confirming that there were no weapons, Gordon walked in with the guide.
The mansion was luxuriously decorated and brightly lit inside, but there were not many people there. Gordon went up to the second floor, and as soon as the guide opened the door, Gordon saw a rather burly figure from the back. He knew, That was Sal Maroney, the new big boss of the East.
Maroney turned around, he was not handsome, he looked a bit fierce, the corners of his mouth were always downcast, but the corners of his eyes were always hanging up viciously.
Turning the ring on his hand, he said, "Sheriff, please sit down, I am sorry to ask you to come here tonight.
"I don't even know what's wrong with the current gangsters. You are all polite and polite, and you seem to be more like a policeman than me."
Gordon's reply was very rude, and he didn't sit down as Maroney wanted, but stood up straight.
Maroney's expression was cloudy, but he didn't seem to mind Gordon's offense. He said: "I invited you here to discuss a business with you, you know, like a gangster." The kind we often talk about.”
"I don't do business with gangsters."
"Oh?" Maroney laughed, "This statement is very novel. I've heard some of you say that I didn't offer enough money, but I've never heard that someone doesn't want to cooperate with gangsters. .”
"That's the truth, I don't cooperate with any gangsters."
"Then why did you get involved in the godfather's business? Your field team should have made a lot of money from his private prison line?"
"I'm just a policeman, fighting crime is the bounden duty of the policeman." Gordon said.
He is telling the truth, even if he knows the criminals he caught, it is just bringing more water to the godfather, but his own behavior is indeed catching criminals, if this behavior can give It would be better if he brought profits, but if it didn't work, Gordon would keep going. After all, he did the same thing when he didn't have this business, and he was the only one who did it.
"My conditions are very simple, until you don't have to do anything, you just need to procrastinate and find various reasons to stop the field team from going out."
Maroney spread his hands and said, "How easy! All you have to do is do nothing, and I'll charge you a price for it."
Gordon said: "I can see that you have been imitating the godfather. I have not met Mr. Falcone, but I know that Gotham has countless poor imitators of him who think they are elegant and gentle. He's polite, speaks in a proper way, and even imitates him, with an Italian accent."
"But it's useless, Mr. Maroni, you are not Falcone, and there will be no second Falcone in Gotham, at least for now, Gotham is the Godfather's Gotham, not Yours."
Maroni's face completely darkened, because Gordon said his heart disease, he was indeed imitating Falcone, or as Gordon said, too many people in Gotham are imitating this Godfather.
Although they didn't even go to high school, they still followed Falcone's example, using all kinds of very elegant expressions, and insisted on turning a short sentence into a long and difficult sentence with all kinds of complex grammar.
They wear suits, bow ties, flowers on their chests, pens instead of pistols, like the Godfather.
Falcone is like the benchmark of Gotham City. The charisma of this godfather is so strong that all the gang leaders are imitating him, and Maroni is one of them.
When you come to Gotham, you will be very surprised. The gangsters here will not find a gang of kidnappers to kidnap you, but drive a black luxury car, silently on a rainy night. He came to your door silently, and then sat behind a black desk in a luxuriously decorated room, dressed in formal attire, and talked with you in a polite manner.
They look less like gangsters and more like a group of old-school aristocrats, all with Falcone's influence.
This is a shame to Maroni, because unlike the others, he feels that he has never bowed to the power of the godfather. He feels that he is the one who is destined to overthrow Falcone, but he has to Admittedly, he has been imitating the godfather.
And he didn't imitate it. Maroni is actually not suitable for wearing a suit at all. He doesn't have the refined temperament of the godfather. Even a neat suit can't cover up his brutality.
But Falcone represents the most glorious era of the Gotham gangsters. His every move is engraved with the traces of that boiling era. Maroni was fascinated by the power and influence in his grasp.
He is full of malice towards the Godfather and wants to replace him, but also, like everyone in Gotham, he is also full of heartfelt respect for the Godfather.
Gordon looked at Maroney's silence, and he said, "You know what? Before I entered this door, I knew that the person who invited me must not be the godfather, even though you are using his favorite car model , and also used his most common way of inviting people."
"Really? Because of what?" Maroney asked.
"If His Excellency Falcone invited me today, then I would not be searched, nor would I be confiscated. The godfather actually didn't care whether I had a weapon on me when I saw him, because he was more You have to be more confident."
Maroney was almost unable to hold back his pretense, and every word Gordon said stuck in his heart, and everything he said was true.
When Falcone invites anyone to talk to them, he will not hand over their weapons. Even if the other party is a desperado who has killed countless people, he dares to sit behind the table, less than two meters away from those people, unarmed , Convince them with only words.
But Maroney dared not.
How dare he let a well-trained old policeman walk within two meters of him with a gun? He has no certainty at all, he has to watch out for Gordon attacking him suddenly, he doesn't even know why Falcone dared to do that.
Why is the godfather so confident that everyone he sees dare not do anything to him? Gone under the gunfire, he would never give anyone that chance.
He felt that his caution was right, but this did not prevent him from feeling ashamed of being defeated before fighting. He said to Gordon in a low voice: "Do you think your current actions are wise? In my On the site repeatedly provoked me?!"
"Have you started to let go of those disguises?" Gordon asked him: "Just now your wording is no different from that of a street gangster. You didn't use any complicated words because you thought I saw it through. The truth, so there is no need to pretend anymore?"
Maroni waved his hand, and there was a click behind him, and the sound of the bullet being loaded echoed in the room. The man in the suit behind him was holding a shotgun and pointed it straight at Gordon.
Gordon shook his head and said: "This is where the gap between you and His Excellency Falcone lies. You came to me and said that you were talking about business, but there has never been a reason in this world to kill people if you can't make a deal~IndoMTL. com~ You are still a gangster, if I don’t agree to you, point a gun at me and force me to agree.”
"So why did you send a car and send someone to bring me here? You might as well just find a gang of kidnappers, like those other gangsters on the East Side, tie me up in a basement, and give me two punches , and then pointed a gun at my head and asked if I would answer, and if I didn’t agree, then shoot me in the arm.”
"Enough," Maroney said, taking a deep breath, waving his hand, and the man behind him put his gun down, and he said, "You're smart, you know I don't want to lose to Falcone .”
"Your cleverness saved your life, Sergeant Gordon, I can let you go tonight, but it's not that I'm imitating anyone, but I'm kind enough to give you a chance to think, if you Changed my mind, you know where to find me."
When Gordon came out of the mansion, his shirt was almost soaked in cold sweat.
Only he himself knows how dangerous it was just now. If he hadn't repeatedly stimulated Maroni with Falcone, which aroused Maroni's rebellious psychology, it is still a question of whether he can get out of the mansion completely.
The cold wind of Gotham was blowing on his body, and the fine rain was hitting his face. He walked back slowly, thinking, he was right, Maroni is better than Falco Nei is really far behind, he has become angry from embarrassment.
If it is Falcone who invites him tonight, let alone whether Gordon's tricks can anger the godfather, even if he speaks badly to Falcone, the godfather will not even send him back in a car No car was assigned to him.
Thinking like this, Gordon raised his head and looked at the night sky of Gotham, the raindrops fell in his eyes, he wiped his face, and then he thought, I'm afraid this trouble is far from over.