Any profession has a leader, usually speaking, the leader is the most powerful boss in this industry, and if Gotham also has a leader, then there is no doubt that Falconi, who is almost 60 years old, is definitely a well-deserved gangster.

The Falconi family was founded almost with the establishment of Gotham, and until now, the tentacles of this family have reached every corner of the city, like a leech lying on Gotham's body to suck blood, greedy and ugly.

Of course, the capture of Falconi, the leader of the Falconi family, was almost impossible, but it happened, a strange guy known as Batman rushed into the scene of the drug trade that Falconi personally supervised, knocked him and his five heavily armed bodyguards unconscious, and the drug X was scattered everywhere, literally stolen everyone.

The first to arrive at the scene was the Gotham Police Department's notoriously tough Jim Gordon, the only sheriff who was unwilling to accept his bribe, so Falcone was put in prison, which was a great shame for him, although he had been in prison many times, but in his current status, this incident was a bombshell in the dark world of Gotham.

Although Falconi did not think that he would be prosecuted, he did not know that Miss Rachel, the assistant prosecutor he ordered to cause an "accident", was still alive and well, and that she had obtained complete evidence from an unnamed Mr. Batman that would allow Falconi to spend the rest of his life in prison.

Yes, if nothing else, if you don't use violent means to escape from prison, this guy is doomed.

But as happens in many stories, there are always accidents, and if everything goes according to plan, then the story is not interesting, and Rachel has no idea how hard it will be for the justice she prays for to come.

Gotham Penitentiary, an old prison on the outskirts of the city, not far from the Gotham Police Station, is home to about 700 convicts, one-fifth of whom are felons.

In the pale lights of the Gotham prison, the doctor and the prison guard walked towards the cell one after the other, and the two men talked and looked familiar.

"Has he tried to kill himself many times?"

Klein asked in a low voice as he followed behind the emaciated prison guard, carrying his suitcase.

The emaciated prison guard shrugged his shoulders and said to Klein, "Well, Dr. Klein, everyone who is locked up here will have suicidal tendencies, but I am afraid that there is not even one out of ten who is really looking for redemption, especially a guy like Falconi who is bad to the bone." ”

"Bang"

As he spoke, the guard slammed the rubber stick in his hand against the fence of the cell, and shouted angrily to the two mortals in orange prison uniforms who were scuffling together,

"Honestly, you bastards, don't you want dinner?"

The two prisoners let go of each other viciously, baring their teeth at the guard, and the other inmates in the cell also stood up, but the guard glared back without fear, he knew that he could not be weak even a little bit against these bastards.

After a few seconds, the prisoner was the first to give up the confrontation, and the victorious prison guard inserted the rubber stick back into the buckle behind his back, stroked his hat, and complained to Klein, who was following him,

"With all due respect, Klein, you could have come back early tomorrow morning, you weren't worth wasting your time on a scoundrel like Falconi, Sheriff Gordon had given the death order, and no one was going to get him away with it. ”

The guard took out the key to the cell from his pocket and shrugged at Klein,

"You can't either. ”

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, he sensed that the problem was a little tricky, he reached out and pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up, then reached into his pocket and shoved a stack of rolled bills into the guard's palm,

"Ruhl, I know your second son has just been born, and this is my congratulations to my old friend, take it, no one will know, will it? I can't escape with Falconi! I just want to say a few words to him. ”

The prison guard glanced down at the thickness of the bill, he swallowed, then looked left and right, and lowered his voice,

"Don't say I don't help you, Klein, my old friend, here's Gordon's eyeliner, so... 5 minutes, no more!"

Klein nodded, he reached out and pushed open the door to the cell, patting Ruhl on the shoulder,

"5 minutes, that's enough. ”

The prison guard turned around and walked into the monitoring room next door, he looked around carefully, then reached out to pick up the water cup, "inadvertently" touched the power of the monitor, and Shi Shiran walked out of the monitoring room, and continued to start his hard night patrol, judging from his skillful and experienced movements, this is obviously not the first time.

Klein walked into the cell, a gray-haired old man sat there bored, his hands on the table, there were hemostatic patches and messy wounds on his arms, his collar was open, the original elegant shirt had a faint sour smell, it seemed that Mr. Falcony's prison life these days was not good.

Falconi just rolled his eyes when he saw Klein walk in, he didn't get up, and he didn't have a special expression, obviously, he didn't care about Klein, even if it was the only guy who could help him get out of prison at the moment.

"Yo Yo Yo, look who this is, big shot... Dr. Klein, you've finally shown up!"

Leaning back in his chair and glancing at the monitor with the lights off, Falconi pursed his lips and said mockingly, "I risk the collapse of my business every month to deliver to your damn asylum on the Narrow Isle in exchange for your ignorance when I am in trouble... That's good, I'm satisfied! I'm going crazy, you know? This damn place, the walls are pressing down on me, and the damn food, it's no wonder I'm not crazy!"

"Don't do that, Falconi, you know, we used to have a great time working together. ”

Klein still looked so gentle, but there was still indifference in the eyes below his eyes, "Besides, aren't I here? As long as you cooperate with me, you can soon leave this damn prison and go back to your mansion to spend a good weekend with your courtesans, understand?

The doctor's voice went from ground to high, as if it had a special smell, which was convincing, and at the end, the words he said in an accentuated tone made Falconi stunned, he could be the leader of a city's gangsters, but he would definitely not be a fool, so after a few seconds, Falconi calmed down.

He breathed a sigh of relief and nodded,

"Well, I just lost my temper, Klein, tell me, how do you want me to cooperate with you... I've really had enough of being here, damn bats, damn Gordon! I want them to look good!"

Klein waited until Falconi finished speaking, then he took off his glasses and asked casually as he wiped them with his handkerchief,

"Did you say anything about the deal between us?"

"Huh, you're suspicious of me?"

Falconi's eyes narrowed, but soon he gave up the threatening tone, he knocked on the table, "Don't worry, Klein, I'm not a fool, although I don't know who the force behind you is, I won't send myself into a bad situation, don't worry, I shouldn't say it, I didn't say a word!"

Klein carefully observed Falconi's facial expression, and as a good psychologist, he could tell that Falconi was not lying, so he breathed a sigh of relief,

"Very good, you made the right choice, Falconi, don't worry, we won't give up our good friends, when the court starts, I'm 8 points sure that you'll be safe, of course, if you want to get out of here now, you may need a little disguise...."

"No, no, no! Klein!"

Falconi interrupted Klein, "I didn't hurt myself to lure you here, not just to get out of here!"

The gangster put his hands together and his arms on the table, and said to Klein, "I have a better idea, that damn bat caused me to lose a lot of money, and I lost a lot of money on that shipment, so no matter what you and the people behind you want to do, count me in!"

"What?"

Klein's expression was a little weird, and he put his glasses back on and looked at Falconi, "Are you serious?"

"Of course, I know you don't want Gordon to get in the direction of that special poison X, and I also know that you used prisoners in your insane asylum for human experiments, and the thugs and guards you hired..."

The corners of Falconi's mouth curled slightly, and the old man's face was scarred that made him look embarrassed, but there was a certain sly glint in his eyes,

"Guess who, those are they?"

"I control all the population movements on the narrow island, and you can't hide what you do from me!"

The gangster spread his hands, "Do you really think I won't find out the details of other people's business before I do business? Listen, Klein, I don't care what you and your boss are doing, what they're planning, it's a big deal, I'm going to intervene! I've lost a lot, I need to make up for it!"

Hearing Falconi's words, Klein seemed a little surprised, he took off his glasses again, put them in his pocket, he unbuttoned the first button of his neckline, he looked at Falconi, all the expressions on his face became serious,

"If so... Then I can already guess how my boss will reply to you... We're going to kill you!"

Falconi was amused by Klein's words, he slapped the table and laughed,

"Kill me? Who can kill me in Gotham? This is my territory..."

He stood up, propped his hands on the table, and stared at Klein like an enraged old lion, "I want to see what you want to do with me?"

Klein also stared at him, he didn't get up, he didn't show a very angry expression, he just put his left hand in his black suitcase, opened the box, and then suddenly asked a question,

"So, would you like to see my mask? Falcony?"

Falconi looked at Klein suspiciously, his old eyes could tell at a glance that there was absolutely no gun in that suitcase, so he simply leaned back in his chair, folded his hands on his shoulders, and sneered at the removal of a mask from the box that looked to be made of a terrible brown sack, which was extremely rough.

Like a bag that had been cut open, with two holes in it for eyes, and then sealed it with a rope, Klein put it on his face with a smile on his face, and then spread his hands like a circus clown, but before Falconi could laugh for the first time, white gas spewed out of Klein's box, and in an instant wrapped Falconi who was sitting opposite.

"What the hell is this!"

Falconi exhaled a few breaths of air in a hurry, his brain was dizzy, and then he saw Klein get up from his chair, the originally ridiculous and funny, with a hint of horror in the scarecrow mask, in his seriously disturbed, hypnotized vision, that horror was instantly magnified ten thousand times!

Bugger... The black, disgusting, meat-eating, blood-drinking worm poured out of the mask's eyes and mouth at this moment, lying on top of him, and Klein's voice-changing voice was like a supervillain,

"Falconi, you've messed with the wrong people... Arkham Asylum will be your final destination! But until then, I can play with you. ”

"Ah!! help! help!! scarecrow! don't come!!ah! help! help!!"