American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Gotham Rainy Night. The rain in Gotham is always delicate and long, with an ecstatic icy cold. The rain line is like a gray net under the light of the light. When it is close to the ground, every drop of rain will splash a tiny splash on the ground. .

The sound of the engine sounded from the end of the dark alley, accompanied by the slight sound of water, and the screeching sound of tires pressing over the uneven road was getting closer and closer. When the dazzling headlights appeared at the back door of the police station, Gordon knew, I'm going to have trouble myself.

A stretched luxury car parked in front of Gordon, he saw the reflection of the rifle barrel in the window glass, a person in the rearview mirror nodded to him, no one spoke, the whole process was like Gotham. As quiet as night.

Gordon took a deep breath. He reached out and touched the pistol on his waist. Although the pistol had just been replaced with new accessories, it didn't give him any sense of security. In this city, the police couldn't rely on their help. Guns get any law enforcement powers, not even self-preservation.

A man in a black suit came down and opened the door for Gordon, who glanced at his watch, it was 9:12 pm and he was going to miss dinner with Barbara again.

In the end, Gordon got into the car. When the car started, he looked out the window. The neon of the store sign flashed in the field of vision, leaving behind the bright traces of red and blue, and raindrops hit the glass of the car window. , obscuring these rays of light into a halo that cannot be seen clearly.

Gordon said, "Who am I going to meet?"

"You'll know when you see it." The person sitting in the co-pilot replied to him.

When driving on a somewhat rough road, the vehicle swayed a little, and the lights kept flashing on different buildings, and soon turned into an alley that Gordon had never been to. He knew it should be in the East End. , and on the most dangerous fringes of the Eastern 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. People took the gun from his waist, searched him up and down, and after confirming that there was no weapon, Gordon followed the person who led the way in.

The mansion was luxuriously decorated and brightly lit inside, but there were not many people. Gordon went up to the second floor. As soon as the guide opened the door, Gordon saw a rather burly back. He knew that it was Sa. El Maroney, the new boss of the East End.

Maroni turned around, he was not handsome, he looked a bit fierce, the corners of his mouth were always downwards fiercely, while the corners of his eyes were always hanging upwards evilly.

He turned the ring on his hand and said, "Sheriff, please take a seat, I would take the liberty to invite you over tonight.

"I don't even know what's wrong with the current gang members. You are all polite and you seem to be more like a policeman than me."

Gordon's reply was very rude, and he did not sit down as Maroney wanted, but stood up straight.

Maroney's expression was gloomy, but he didn't seem to mind Gordon's offense when he said, "I'm asking you to come over to have a business deal with you, you know, like what gangsters always talk about. kind of."

"I don't do business with gangsters."

"Oh?" Maroney laughed. "It's quite a novel idea. I've heard some of you say that my offer is not enough, but I've never heard of someone who doesn't want to cooperate with the gang."

"The truth is, I don't work with any gangsters."

"Then why are you involved in the Godfather's business? Your field team should be making money on the line of his private prison, right?"

"I'm just being a police officer, and it's the police's job to fight crime," Gordon said.

What he said was the truth. Even if he knew that the criminals he caught were only bringing higher water to the godfather, his own behavior was indeed catching criminals. If this behavior could bring him Profits are better, but if not, Gordon will continue to persevere. After all, when there is no business, he also does this, and it is the only way to do it.

"My conditions are very simple, as long as you don't have to do anything, you just need to drag it down and find various reasons to stop the people from 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 give you a price you'll be happy with."

Gordon said: "I can see that you have been imitating the godfather, and I have not met Falco under the cabinet, but I know that Gotham has countless of his poor imitators, who think they are polite, gentle, polite, and talkative. Pick your accent, even follow him, with an Italian accent."

"But it's no use, Mr. Maroney, you're not a Falcone, and Gotham won't have another Falcone, at least for now, Gotham is the Godfather's Gotham, not yours. "

Maroney's face darkened completely, because Gordon said his heart disease, he was indeed imitating Falcone, or as Gordon said, there are too many people in Gotham imitating the godfather.

Even though they hadn't even gone to high school, they were still learning Falcone, using all sorts of very refined phrasing, to literally turn a short sentence into a long, difficult sentence with all kinds of complicated grammar.

They wear suits and bow ties, have flowers on their chests, and hold pens instead of pistols, like godfathers.

Falcone is like a benchmark in Gotham City. The godfather's charisma is so strong that all gang leaders imitate him, and Maroney 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 will drive a black luxury car and be silent on a rainy night. To your door, and then in a luxuriously decorated room, sitting behind a black desk, dressed in a formal suit, and having a polite conversation with you.

They don't look like gangsters, more like a bunch of old-fashioned aristocrats, all influenced by Falcone.

It was a shame for Maroney, because unlike the others, he felt that he never succumbed to the power of the godfather, he felt that he was destined to overthrow Falcone, but he had to admit that he Indeed has been imitating the godfather.

And what he imitated was not like that. Maroney was actually not suitable for wearing a suit at all. He did not have the elegant temperament of the godfather. Even a neat suit could not hide his savagery.

But Falcone represents the most glorious era of Gotham gangsters. His every move is engraved with the traces of that boiling era. This kind of temperament precipitated from that golden age, the kind that seems to have everything under control. The power fascinated Maroney.

He's full of malice towards the Godfather that he wants to replace, but equally, like everyone in Gotham, is full of visceral 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 your Lord Godfather, even though you are using his favorite model of car and also using his most common way of inviting people."

"Really? For what?" Maroney asked.

"If I was invited by Falco's cabinet today, then I would not be searched, and I would not be handed over. The godfather actually doesn't care if I have a weapon on me when I see him, because he has more than you. Much more confident."

Maroney could barely hold back his pretense, every word of Gordon stuck to his heart, and everything he said was the truth.

When Falcone asked anyone to talk, he would not hand over their weapons, even if the other party was an outlaw who had killed countless people, he dared to sit behind the table, less than two meters away from those people, unarmed, only using Language convinces them.

But Maroney dared not.

How dare he let a well-trained old policeman come within two meters of him with a gun? He wasn't sure at all, he had to watch out for Gordon's surprise attack on him, and he didn't even know why Falcone dared to do that.

Why is the godfather so confident that no one he saw dared to do anything to him? Maroney didn't understand this problem from beginning to end. In his opinion, if there is a mistake, all his efforts will be under the sound of gunfire. In vain, he will never give anyone this chance.

He felt that his prudence was right, but it didn't prevent him from having a humiliating sense of defeat before he fought. He said to Gordon in a low voice: "Do you think your actions are wise now? Repeatedly on my territory. anger me?!"

"Have you begun to put aside those pretense?" Gordon asked him: "Just now your words are no different from those of the gangsters on the street. You didn't use any complicated words because you thought I saw the truth, so Don't you need to put it on again?"

Maroney waved his hand, and there was a click behind him. The sound of bullets being loaded echoed in the room. The man in the suit behind him held a shotgun and pointed straight at Gordon.

Gordon shook his head and said: "This is the gap between you and Falco's cabinet. You came to me and said it was about business, but there has never been a reason in this world that you will kill people if you can't make a business, you are still a gangster. One set, if I don't agree to you, 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 group of kidnappers, just like the other gangsters in the East District, tie me to a basement, give me two punches, and then take The gun was pointed at my head and asked if I would say yes, and if I didn't, shoot me in the arm."

"Enough." Maroney said, he took a deep breath and waved ~www.novelmt.com~ The man behind him put the gun down, and he said, "You're smart, you know I don't want to lose to France. Alcone."

"Your cleverness saved your life, Sheriff Gordon, I could let you go tonight, but it's not that I'm imitating anyone, it's my kindness that gives you a chance to think if you change your 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 knew how dangerous it was just now. If it wasn't for his repeated Falcone to stimulate Maroni, which aroused Maroni's rebellious psychology, it would still be a question whether he could walk out of the mansion completely.

The cold wind of Gotham was blowing on his body, and the fine raindrops hit his face. He slowly walked back, he thought, he was right, Maroney is really better than Falcone. It's so close, he's already angry.

If Falcone is the one who invited him tonight, let's not talk about whether Gordon's little tricks can irritate the godfather, even if he makes a bad word to Falcone, the godfather will not even take him back to a car. sent to him.

Thinking like this, Gordon looked up at the Gotham night sky, raindrops fell in his eyes, he wiped his face, and then he thought, I'm afraid this trouble is far from over.