In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 80: In the name of the father

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

When Gordon woke up, only a small desk lamp was on in the dim ward. Schiller was dozing off on the chair next to him. Hearing Gordon's movement, he woke up and took off his glasses. Then say: "I just said that you will wake up when I accompany you..."

Gordon is still speechless, and he is wearing a respirator. Schiller said: "You were seriously injured, a bit too heavy. After more than 20 hours of rescue, you barely survived, and it is unknown whether you can fully recover."

The psychiatrist's voice always has a calming power.

Gordon blinked, and besides, he really couldn't do more, Schiller yawned and said, "Thanks to your partner, he arrived in time to save your life .”

"But I'm a little sorry, the group of people chasing and killing you seems to be aiming at me."

Gordon shook his head slightly. He knew that these people were just hired killers. Even if Maroney didn't hire them, he would hire others.

Just as Schiller was about to continue talking, the door was opened and Harvey walked in and said, "Are you awake?"

Schiller nodded, stood up from the chair, Harvey said: "It's me, you go to rest."

Schiller took a look at Gordon before leaving. This detective, who usually seemed energetic, now looked extremely haggard.

The late-night corridor of the Central Hospital was pitch black, only the footsteps of Schiller's leather shoes echoed clearly.

Come downstairs, a car parked in front of the hospital, a tall man in a suit came down and opened the car door for Schiller, after Schiller got in the car, he said: "Let's have some jazz."

Soon, some brisk jazz music played, adding a bit of fresh air to the dull atmosphere inside the car, and the lights outside the car were still shining.

Schiller closed his eyes due to sleepiness, and the person sitting in the co-pilot obviously didn't expect that Schiller fell asleep just like that. This professor is really different from ordinary people, he thought.

When the car drove to the place, Schiller hadn't woken up from the drowsy drowsiness, and the light sleep just now made him even more sleepy.

Climbing up the wooden stairs, when Schiller entered the room, Falcone was sitting behind the table in a suit, as usual, and Evans was also in a suit, standing beside his father behind.

Schiller sat across from the godfather. He crossed himself and said, "Good evening, godfather."

Falcone waved his hand first, and a tall man in a suit came up. Falcone took out a box of cigars from under the table. His assistant cut the cigars. Schiller just wanted to refuse, but Falcone Just say: "I heard that you like smoking cigars, and I happen to like smoking cigars, so let's have one."

Schiller adjusted his posture and leaned his back completely on the back of the chair. He did not hide his tired expression at all, but he still took the cigar. Evans came over and bent over to light the cigarette for him.

Schiller took a cigar, glanced at him, and said: "I haven't seen you in a formal suit yet, and there will be many girls chasing you at the ball."

Evans showed a modest smile, said nothing, and stepped back behind Falcone.

"You have changed a lot, I can see it." Falcone said, the godfather still looked very elegant when smoking a cigar, he just took a sip, and waited for the smoke to dissipate , and then speak.

"When I first met you, I knew you weren't from Gotham, but you're better now, which is good."

"When you are full of guard against this place, you will find that everyone is against you, but when you truly regard this place as your own home, you will find that anyone can find their own comrades here middleman."

"Probably because everyone is a potential criminal," Schiller said.

"You surprised me a bit that you didn't question why I didn't clean up Maroney."

Schiller said in a low voice: "Maroni is not important."

"You always make me feel incredible. I have met too many people in my life, and I have seen too many geniuses. They are often pretentious. Even if they look very humble on the surface, I also know that their respect, I'm just afraid that I have a gun."

"But I just know that the godfather is awe-inspiring to everyone, not because of guns."

"You showed me the charm of psychology. You always seem to give me the answer I want." Falcone said, he just let the cigar in his hand burn slowly.

"I hope Evans can learn the essence of this subject, but unfortunately, I know, he has no such talent."

"His grades are not bad." Schiller shook the ashes and said, "He also worked hard and is a good student."

"But that's about it, right?"

Schiller didn't care about Evans' disappointed expression, he said: "This is a good thing, Lord Godfather, studying psychology is a dead end."

Falcone looked at him, Schiele took another puff on his cigar, and said: "This is not some grotesque metaphor, when you learn this science to the end, there are only two things you can do, or go crazy. , or die."

"It seems that you didn't choose either."

"Maybe I chose both?"

Schiller began to feel more and more sleepy, the sweet aroma of tobacco made him sleepy one after another, he squinted his eyes, and the light of the whole world was dizzy into white.

"I know that Evans is still far behind. He is like his mother. He is neither an absolute good person nor an absolute bad person. This is the scariest thing."

"What do you want him to be?"

Before Falcone answered, Schiller said: "Or, do you want him to be the godfather?"

Falcone fell silent.

Obviously he has an answer in his heart, but he is unwilling to admit the answer.

Is it a good thing to be a godfather?

Falcone, who has been a godfather for so many years, can't even give an answer.

"What about the cop?" he asked.

Schiller shook his head and said: "He was seriously injured, and it may take a long time to get better."

"You can let him fall to Maroni, I will not blame him." Falcone said: "I know these people have no choice, either cooperate or die, in fact, can persist until now , It has already impressed me."

"It may be offensive, but his persistence is not because of the godfather."

"Why is that? If he wasn't afraid of me, why would he resist Maroni's request for cooperation?"

"Because Maroney stopped him from going out and fighting crime."

"So?"

"He is a policeman, and he thinks it is only right for the police to catch criminals."

"It's a naive idea, isn't it? It even seems a little ridiculous in this city."

"Good people don't always live long, especially in Gotham." Falcone said with a sigh.

"That's why I will be your longest-lived tutor."

Falcone closed his eyes, and after a while, he said, "Evans, go and kill Maroni, kill him with your own hands."

Evans pursed his lips, and then said in a low voice: "Yes, father."

"As for those coming from Metropolis, I'll deal with them."

"I don't bother you to do it."

"What are your plans?"

"Recently, I have made a lot of money, and there is a super mercenary who asks for a high price, and he happens to be very attracted to the price I ask."

"I'll pay for it," Falcone said.

"In your name, God bless Gotham."

It seems that this godfather is indeed old, and he really loves his son. He believes that in the past few decades of his life, the godfather has never shown his kindness to anyone like this.

Indeed, in the past glory days of the Godfather, he did not need to express his attitude to anyone, and no one dared to ask him to do so, but today, he can invite Schiller here, and present to him with such a gesture. If he shows his favor, it means that he is really old.

Schiller thought like this, his sleepiness became deeper and deeper, Falcone looked at the person opposite him, and gradually closed his eyes, the godfather sighed, and said to Evans: "Send your teacher Go back and rest."

Evans should be ~IndoMTL.com~ The godfather stood up and looked out the window. Outside the window was the quiet night of Gotham. Looking from the Falcone manor, only the lighthouse on the coast flickered faintly.

Forty years have passed, he thought, the friends and enemies of the godfather have been annihilated with time, his life and the years of the last era of Gotham are coming to an end, only this lighthouse is still burning all night Light up, and together with him, witness the ups and downs of the city's ups and downs and history.

Evans looked at his father from behind. Falcone's figure didn't show any signs of aging.

Finally, the godfather put out the cigar in his hand and said: "I only hope that he will really be your longest-lived tutor."

On the pier in Gotham East, the light of the lighthouse was reflected on the sea surface, and the waves surged like golden schools of fish. A cargo ship left the port in the dark.

The **** smell on the deck hadn't dissipated yet, and the crew's bodies were thrown into the icy sea. A burly man standing at the bow spat on the ground and said, "This time it's a big loss. There are a few people, but I haven’t earned any money.”

"Don't worry about it, at least we escaped." Another person next to him answered.

Suddenly, before they were far from the port, a dull bell sounded from Gotham City. The trembling bell rang seven times. The leader at the bow asked suspiciously: " Why are they ringing the bell at midnight?"

"Who knows? Maybe we're seeing us off," said the man next to him with a shrug.

There was a light sound from above, and then, a black and yellow figure appeared on the mast.

"It is indeed the death knell to send you off."