Before going to meet the head of the Falcone family, you have to take care of the feed, and I have to say that this is a good habit.

So soon, Parker met Old Joey.

It's just that this person seems to have come too quickly, and just halfway through Dr. Ziliang's cigarette, there was the sound of the clinic door being pushed open at the end of the corridor.

The first time he saw this man, it was obvious to Parker that he was a pig farmer...... It is not the kind of pig breeder who provides pork in the cannery, but the most primitive, inefficient, and labor-intensive kind of "pig raiser".

He looks quite tough, he looks like a big European, over 40 years old, with a very domineering black and brown beard, but there is no hair at all, and his upper body is exposed. Wearing a large black apron made of thick leather, on which stood all kinds of inexplicable disgusting things like leftovers, a belt covered in oil was tied under the belly of a huge beer, and a rusty pig-killing knife was stuck diagonally at the waist.

"Hahaha—big catch!" He smiled heartily and lifted the belt that had been crushed by his stomach.

Parker could clearly see that the man's eyes were shining with excitement.

"Okay, I still have something to do, you can clean up and help me close the door." Ziliang said, then glanced at Parker, signaling that he should go.

"Oh......" Parker replied in a trance, and then followed Ziliang with his head, which seemed to be unable to get out of his state of bewilderment.

He followed the doctor, stepping over the stumps and down the hallway of the hospital to the door, and within a few meters the blood on his shoes seemed to be pulled away from the bottom plate and then quickly seeped into the gaps.

The hospital door was pushed open, and Parker stepped into the gray night, a cool breeze lapping on his face, making him feel that everything he had just experienced was a ridiculous dream.

......

......

Elegant surroundings and exquisite cuisine are the hallmarks of this restaurant. If it is accompanied by a beautiful violin, it is even more wonderful.

But at this moment, in this restaurant Datang, which should be full, there is only one table of customers.

"You see, even the rudest diners will be struck by music like this, and this is music, a wonderful language that can transcend any communication barrier." A man with slightly gray hair sat at the round table, and he did not hide his praise for the violin, and he stuffed a piece of delicately cut steak into his mouth and let out a soft grunt of enjoyment.

This person is Mr. Carmen Falcone, the owner of the biggest gang in Gotham City at this stage.

On the other side of the table, too, there is a plate of steak that tastes so delicious at first glance that the sauce mixed with the heat seems to entice people to eat it.

However, the person sitting in front of this steak didn't have the heart to eat at all. After all, now he had to use all his mind to suppress the pain around his body, otherwise if he relaxed, he would definitely scream.

"Aren't you really going to take a bite?" Mr. Falcone asked, then took a sip of his wine, seemingly unconcerned about the other man's face, which had been beaten so that it was almost impossible to see what it was.

"Well, since you don't want to eat it, forget it." He said: "But I have to make it clear, I have always been a fair person, and I will send your money to your account as scheduled, but after all, this prison robbery plan was not successful, so you have to pay a little price for it, right?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, behind the poor fellow with a blue nose and swollen face, a man in a suit walked up, and he pulled out a pistol and put it on the other's head.

"Woo-woo-" The man seemed to be crying, and trembled uncontrollably, trying to say something, but when he opened his mouth, a row of beaten teeth appeared, mixed with blood, and only the sound of whining could be heard.

Falcone waved his hand nonchalantly......

"Bang!"

......

However, this sound was not a gunshot, but the sound of the door of the hall being pushed open and hitting the wall.

All the people were startled by this sound, and immediately all of them pulled out their guns and pointed them at the door.

They saw a man in a white lab coat with a kidney deficiency on his face, and when no one else was around, they stared at Mr. Falcone, who was dining, and then walked straight over.

It may be that because this person did not carry a gun, and he was wearing a doctor's white coat, he did not look like he had any combat effectiveness, so none of the bodyguards present immediately opened fire.

Ziliang walked to the table under a group of surprised eyes and black hole guns, and patted the poor guy on the chair who didn't know his own mother: "Hey, brother, let Jean." He said.

The man couldn't figure out the situation for a while, probably thinking that it would be a little inappropriate to just give him a seat, but his body was busy trying to escape because of fear, anyway, he was a very weird stumbling man, so he snapped and lay on the ground.

"Thank you." Ziliang sat down on the chair with great satisfaction, as if he didn't see the dozen or so guns around him behind him: "Hello, Mr. Falcone." ”

Mr. Falcone looked at the unarmed doctor with a puzzled face: "Hello, what do you call it?" ”

"My name is Ziliang, a doctor." He stretched out his white coat and said, "I'll get straight to the point, George, who escaped from prison a few days ago. Mr. Parnes is dead. ”

"How do you know?" Falcone was stunned for a moment and asked.

"I killed it."

There was silence...... Then......

"Click————"

The sound of a series of loaded bullets sounded from the back of his head, and Ziliang felt that several guns were stuck in his messy hair.

Falcone seemed a little surprised to hear such an answer, and he stared at Ziliang blankly for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.

A sneer, of course.

"Heh—you may have inquired the wrong news, the person you killed was not my enemy, but my cousin."

"yes, I'm sorry about that." Ziliang said, and then pointed to the steak in front of him: "This looks good, is it for me?" ”

Falcone's face was as gloomy as mud in a sewer, and even the calmest of mind could not really be unresponsive when he heard the news that his brother was dead......

But after all, he is a gang leader with a deep city.

"I don't think you're the kind of person who gets the message wrong, so, I'm going to give you 10 seconds now, and you can explain anything to me, or you can say your last words." Falcone said coldly.

Ziliang picked up the knife and fork on the table, cut a piece of steak, stuffed it into his mouth, and then was stunned, as if he was shocked by this delicious look.

"You know, I've been in Gotham for 3 months, and it wasn't until this steak that I felt like a place to stay." He said.

Falcone finally couldn't hold his breath anymore, he stood up suddenly, quickly took out a gun and aimed at Ziliang, who was still cutting meat: "You still have five seconds." ”

"Hey, don't get excited." Ziliang said, then took out a notebook from his pocket and began to rummage through it: "Let me look for it first...... Oh, found it, Mrs. Falcone, whose name is Carol. Dela, who loves shopping, dog ownership, and yoga and fitness, goes every Friday night to a high-end beauty club to take care of her skin, where she is the guest of honor, and every VIP has the right to book a luxurious temporary lounge on the third floor of the club......"

"Bastard, what the hell are you trying to say?" Falcone gritted his teeth and squeezed the words out between his teeth.

"Oh, that's to the point." Ziliang flipped through a page of notes and continued: "And coincidentally, George. Mr. Parnes, your cousin, goes to a boxing camp every Friday night, and he loves boxing, you know, but strangely enough, the gym's schedule says that his trainers don't work on Fridays at all......"

Speaking of this, Ziliang didn't know if it was intentional, anyway, he paused.

Five seconds had already passed, but Mr. Falcone did not shoot.

Ziliang licked his fingers very unvividly and turned another page: "The lounge of that beauty club has a refrigerator, a full set of bathing equipment, a soft carpet, and a bed 3 meters long and 2.5 meters wide......"

"Bang!"

This time it was gunshots.

But Ziliang's head didn't seem to explode in response, but the poor guy next to him, who had been lying on his stomach and didn't know what his name was, covered his chest, stood up a few times, and then swallowed.

"Carry him down." Mr. Falcone said.

The bodyguards understood what he meant, so soon, there were only two people left in the entire hall, Ziliang and Falcone.

Mr. Falcone still held the gun tightly in his hand: "Who are you?" Why are you investigating me? He asked.

"I thought you'd thank you in advance for helping you kill your cousin." Ziliang muttered.

"I'll find out if what you say is true or false, now please answer the question......"

"Well, I'm a doctor." Ziliang stuffed a large piece of steak into his mouth and muttered, "As for why you are being investigated...... To be honest, I only heard your name for the first time about two hours ago. ”

Falcone looked at Ziliang's eating appearance, as if he was hesitating about something, and after a while, he said faintly: "You should have come to me not just to tell me these things. ”

Ziliang stuffed a mouthful of steak into his mouth, then pulled up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth.

"I know you're trying to hack into Arkham Asylum, and I think I can help you."