"Why are you helping me?" Falcone asked faintly.

Ziliang sighed helplessly: "Look, that's why I don't like to make deals with you second-rate characters, there are many things that you know you can't do, but you still spend time questioning others." ”

"Second-rate characters?" Falcone clearly didn't like the title very much.

"Yes, you may think that you are a very powerful character, in fact, you are indeed very powerful, controlling the biggest gang in the whole city, with thousands of gang members under your hands, and you can live a rich life while taking care of people's lives, but to be honest, you have always been a second-rate, or even third-rate character, because no one pays attention to you, have you ever thought that if Gotham City were a book, 90% of the people who read this book would not remember your name...... Can you hand me the wine? Ziliang said.

"Gotham...... Is it a book? Hehe, what an interesting analogy, then I'm curious, according to you, then who will be the protagonist of the city? Director Gordon? Mayor? Or something else? ”

"Neither, but those...... Kook. Ziliang muttered.

"Weirdos?"

"Yes, the neurasthenic patients with sacks on their heads, the burn patients who choose phobias, and the strange guys who have insomnia all the year round and fly around in their capes at night."

Mr. Falcone seemed to be slightly stunned for a moment, and then suddenly smiled: "Hehe, I know who you are talking about, but they are not the ones who can be called the protagonists, they are all dead now, disappeared, or they are all imprisoned in the Akem asylum." Even before they were locked in, those weirdos weren't as powerful as I was, and they were even focused on robbing banks. ”

"You're right, but believe it or not, you're really a second-rate."

"Okay, I'm losing interest in this parable of yours, so either you hurry up and tell me why you're helping me...... Or die. "Mr. Falcone took the pistol again, and no one would suspect that he would shoot if he heard something he was not satisfied with.

Ziliang looked as usual, and he stuffed the last piece of steak into his mouth.

"That's a good question, and the reason I'm helping you is because there's a guy in Arkham Asylum that I have to rescue."

"Oh? Who do you want to save? ”

"This ...... Actually, I don't know. Ziliang said.

Mr. Falcone's face seemed to be very ugly: "Are you kidding me?" He said, waving the gun in his hand.

"Of course not." Ziliang began to flip through his notebook again: "Oh, this person is death row inmate No. 21, does anyone under you know who death row inmate No. 21 is?" ”

"There was supposed to be one, my cousin, but you killed him the other day."

Ziliang frowned, looking a little frustrated: "Uh, it's embarrassing. ”

"Okay, I don't want to talk about his death anymore, so now for the next question, why should I work with you."

Ziliang closed his note: "Because you should still have a few important gang members still locked up in the Arkham Asylum, you should have succeeded a few days ago, but for some reason failed, and now you urgently need someone who can join you inside and outside, and carry out another prison robbery......"

"You know quite a bit...... But you're trying to ...... You're the one who can be with me inside and out? ”

Ziliang nodded as a matter of course.

"So the question is - don't you really understand the meaning of the word 'inside and outside'?" Mr. Falcone said, "You are sitting in front of me now, how can you be with me?" ”

Ziliang leaned lazily on the back of his chair, looking full of food and drink: "Why not, Arkham Asylum is imprisoned by the most terrible criminals in the city, so if nothing else, tomorrow I will go to the street to do something casually, and I can be sent in." ”

"You're going to put yourself in jail?" Mr. Falcone was stunned for a moment: "Hahaha—that's crazy.

But so let's get back to the question at the beginning, why should I believe what you say. ”

"You don't need to trust me now, because you don't need to do anything for me, whether it's going into prison, or making a riot in the prison, looking for a way to escape, or finding a way to get you loaded with guns and ammunition to rush in, it's all up to me to do it all by myself.

You can continue to eat steak here in peace, or go back and talk to your wife about your cousin, it's up to you. And the last thing you have to do is wait until I open the gates of Arkham Prison, and you rush in with your 'Roman Empire', rescue whoever you want to save, or kill whoever you want to kill, and you can trust me at this point.

And I just need to find my [Death Row Inmate No. 21] and bring him out, it's as simple as that, I think, you should be able to understand this deal. Ziliang said slowly, and then pointed to the red wine bottle next to Mr. Falcone: "Now, can you give me a sip?" ”

Falcone stared at the doctor in front of him silently, and after a long time: "Heh, I really can't refuse this deal." He said, and then his attitude changed greatly, and at the same time, he pushed the wine bottle in his hand and slid it in front of Ziliang.

"You know, you make me think of someone." Falcone said.

Ziliang grabbed the wine bottle, poured a big sip very ungracefully, and then chirped: "Who?" ”

"A madman, always in a purple suit, telling jokes all day long that aren't funny at all...... When I think of him, I feel sick. Falcone said, subconsciously twisting his neck: "But fortunately, he is dead, and everyone in Gotham has watched him be cremated." ”

Ziliang smiled inexplicably: "Yes, that's a pity, but maybe you'll see him again in the future." ”

He said......