Gotham Rainy Nights. The rain in Gotham is always delicate and long, with a bone-eating coldness, and the rain line is like a gray net under the illumination of the light, and when it is close to the ground, every drop of rain that falls on the ground will make a tiny splash.

The sound of the engine sounded from the end of the dark alley, accompanied by the slight sound of water, the subtle sound of tires pressing against the uneven road getting closer, and when the gleaming headlights appeared at the back door of the police station, Gordon knew he was in trouble.

An elongated luxury car stopped in front of Gordon, and he saw the reflection of the rifle barrel in the window glass, and a person in the rearview mirror nodded at him, no one spoke, and the whole thing was as quiet as a night in Gotham.

Gordon took a deep breath and reached for the pistol on his waist, even though it had just been replaced with new parts, it didn't give him any sense of security, in this city, the police didn't have any law enforcement power with their guns, not even to protect themselves.

A man in a black suit stepped down and opened the car door for Gordon, who glanced at his watch, it was 9:12 p.m. and he was missing dinner with Barbara again.

Eventually, Gordon got into the car, and when the car started, he looked out the window, and the neon of the shop sign flashed in his vision, leaving a bright trace of red and blue, and the raindrops hit the glass of the window, blurring the light into an indelible halo.

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

"You'll find out when you see it." The person sitting in the passenger seat answered him.

As he reached the rough road, the car swayed a little, and the lights flashed on the different buildings, and soon turned into an alley that Gordon had not been, and he knew that it was supposed to be in the East End, and in the most dangerous edge of the East End.

He got out of the car, and the black suit led him to the door of a mansion, in front of the gate stood two people, both with guns in their hands, one of them walked up, Gordon folded his hands in front of his forehead, the man took the gun from his waist, searched him up and down, and after making sure that there were no weapons, Gordon followed the man who led the way in.

This mansion is very luxuriously decorated, the interior is brightly lit, but there are not many people, Gordon is on the second floor, as soon as the leader opens the door, Gordon sees a rather burly back, he knows, it is Sal Maroni, the new boss of the Eastern District.

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Maroney turned around, he was not handsome, he looked a little fierce, the corners of his mouth were always fiercely downward, and the corners of his eyes were always a little wicked hanging upwards.

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

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

Gordon's reply was rude, and he didn't sit down as Maroney had suggested, but stood upright.

Maroney's expression was cloudy, but it didn't seem like he minded Gordon's offense, and he said, "I asked you over to make a deal with you, you know, like the gangsters often talk about." ”

"I don't talk to gangsters."

"Oh?" Maroni laughed, "It's a novelty, I've heard some of you say that I don't offer enough, but I've never heard anyone who doesn't want to work with the gang." ”

"That's the way it is, I don't work with any gangsters."

"Then why did you get involved in the godfather's business? Your field team must be making a lot of money on his private prison line, right? ”

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

He was telling the truth, even if he knew that the criminals he caught were just bringing higher turnover to the godfather, but his own behavior was indeed catching criminals, if this behavior could bring him profits, it would be better, but if not, Gordon would always persevere, after all, when there was no business, he did it, and he was the only one to do it.

"My conditions are very simple and simple, until you don't have to do anything, you just need to drag it out and find all kinds of reasons to stop the people from the field team from going out."

Maroni spread his hands and said, "How easy! All you have to do is do nothing, and I'll offer you a price for that. ”

"I can see that you have been imitating the Godfather, and I have not met Lord Falcone, but I know that Gotham has countless of his clumsy imitators, who think they are gentle, gentle, and courteous, and speak in a good tone, even like him, with some Italian accent," said Gordon. ”

"But it's useless, Mr. Maroni, you're not Falcone, and Gotham won't have a second Falcone, at least for now, Gotham is the Godfather's Gotham, not yours."

Maroni's face darkened completely, because Gordon had spoken out about his heart, and he was indeed imitating Falcone, or as Gordon said, there were too many people in Gotham imitating the godfather.

Even though they hadn't even gone to secondary school, they had learned from Falcone, using all sorts of very elegant phrasing, to make a short sentence a long and difficult sentence with all sorts of complex grammars.

They wore suits, bow ties, flowers pinned to their chests, and held pens instead of pistols, just like the godfathers.

Falcone is like a benchmark in Gotham City, and the godfather's charisma is so strong that all the gang leaders are imitating 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 drive a black luxury car, silently to your door on a rainy night, and then sit behind a black desk in a luxuriously decorated room, dressed in formal clothes, and talk to you politely.

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

This was a shame for Maroni, because unlike the others, he felt that he had never succumbed to the power of the godfather, he felt that he was destined to overthrow Falcone, but he had to admit that he had indeed been imitating the godfather.

And what he imitates is not like, Maroni is actually not suitable for wearing a suit at all, he does not have the elegant temperament of his godfather, even a regular suit cannot hide his savagery.

But Falcone represents the most glorious era of the Gotham gang, and his every move is engraved with the traces of that boiling era, this temperament precipitation brought from that golden years, the majesty that seems to have everything under control, makes Maroney fascinated.

He has a lot of malice towards the Godfather who wants to replace him, but equally, like everyone in Gotham, he has a heartfelt respect for the Godfather.

Gordon looked at Maroney's silence and said, "You know what? Before I even entered the door, I knew that it was not His Excellency the Godfather who had invited me, even though you were using his favorite model of car and his usual way of inviting people. ”

"Really? Because of what? Maroney asked.

"If I had been invited here today, I would not have been searched or shot, and the Godfather didn't really care if I had a weapon on him when I saw him, because he was much more confident than you."

Maroney was almost out of disguise, and every word of Gordon was stuck in his heart, and all he said was the truth.

When Falcone invited 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, and only use words to convince them.

But Maroni didn't dare.

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 to attack him suddenly, and he didn't even know why Falcone dared to do that.

Maroni never understood why the Godfather was so confident that no one he saw would dare to do anything to him, and in his opinion, if he made a mistake, all his efforts would be wiped out under the gunfire, and he would never give anyone that chance.

He felt that his caution was correct, but it did not prevent him from feeling a sense of shame that he had lost before he could fight, and he said to Gordon in a low voice: "Do you think you are acting wisely now?" Anger me again and again on my turf?! ”

"Are you starting to put aside those pretenses?" Gordon asked him, "Your wording just now is no different from the street thugs, you didn't use any complicated words, because you think I saw through the truth, so there is no need to pretend anymore?" ”

Maroney waved his hand, and there was a click behind him, and the sound of a bullet loading echoed through the room, and the man in the suit behind him was holding a shotgun and pointing straight at Gordon.

Gordon shook his head and said: "This is the gap between you and the Falco cabinet, you came to me and said that it was to talk about business, but there has never been a truth in this world that you have to kill people if you can't talk about business, you are still the gangster, if I don't agree to you, you will point a gun at me and force me to agree." ”

"So why did you send a car to bring me here? You might as well just go to a gang of kidnappers, like the other gangsters in the East End, tie me up in a basement, punch me twice, and put a gun to my head and ask me if I agree, and if I don't, shoot me in the arm. ”

"That's enough." Maroni said, taking a deep breath and waving his hand, the man behind him put the gun down, saying, "You're smart, you know I'm not willing to lose to Falcone." ”

"Your cleverness saved your life, Sheriff Gordon, I can let you go tonight, but it's not that I'm emulating anyone, it's that I've mercifully given you a chance to think, and if you change your mind, you know where to find me."

When Gordon came out of the mansion, his shirt almost soaked through a cold sweat.

Only he knew how dangerous it was just now, and if it weren't for his repeated use of Falcone to stimulate Maroni, which aroused Maroni's rebellious mentality, it was still a question of whether he would be able to get out of the mansion completely.

The cold wind of Gotham blew on his body, the fine rain line hit his face, and he slowly walked back, he thought, he was not wrong, Maroni was really worse than Falcone, he was already annoyed.

If Falcone had invited him tonight, not to mention whether Gordon's little tricks would have angered the Godfather, even if he had spoken disrespectfully to Falcone, the Godfather would not have given him even a car to take him back.

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