Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Any profession has a leader. Generally speaking, the leader is the most powerful boss in this line of work. If Gotham's gangs, large and small, also have leaders, then there is no doubt that Falco, who is almost 60 years old, Ni, is definitely a well-deserved gangster.

The Falconi family was established almost along with the establishment of Gotham. Until now, the tentacles of this family have extended to every corner of the city, like a blood-sucking leech lying on Gotham, greedy and greedy. And ugly.

Of course, as the leader of the Falconi family, it is almost impossible for Falconi to be arrested, but it just happened. A weird guy called Batman rushed into Falconi He and his five armed bodyguards were all knocked out at the scene of the drug transaction that he personally supervised.

But the first person to come to the scene was the famous tough guy of the Gotham Police Department, Jim Gordon, the only sheriff who was unwilling to accept his bribe, so Falconi was put in prison, which was a big deal for him. It's a shame for him, even though he has been in prison many times, but in his current capacity, this incident is simply a blockbuster in the dark world of Gotham.

Although Falconi didn't think he would be prosecuted, he didn't know that the assistant prosecutor, Miss Rachel, whom he ordered to create an accident, was still alive and well, and she was from a woman who didn't want to disclose. From the Mr. Batman with the same name, he has obtained complete evidence that is enough for Falconi to spend the rest of his life in prison.

Yes, if there is no accident and he does not use violent means to escape from prison, this guy is doomed.

But just like what happens in many stories, there are always accidents. If everything goes normally, then this story is meaningless. Rachel doesn't know how difficult it will be to get the justice she prayed for.

Gotham Prison, this is an old prison located on the outskirts of the city. It is not far from the Gotham Police Station. There are about 700 criminals detained here, and serious criminals account for one-fifth of them. This is the entire Gotham City. The place where people are frightened is the place where Klein often comes.

Under the pale light of Gotham Prison, the doctor and the prison guard walked towards the cell one after the other. The two were talking and looked familiar.

Has he attempted suicide many times already?

Carrying his suitcase, Klein followed behind the emaciated prison guard and asked in a low voice.

The emaciated prison guard shrugged and said to Klein, How should I put it, Doctor Klein, all the guys imprisoned here will have the tendency to commit suicide, but I'm afraid even one in ten who really seeks redemption will die. No, especially a guy as bad as Falconi.

boom

While talking, the guard yanked the rubber stick in his hand on the fence of the cell, and yelled violently at the two mortals in orange prison uniforms wrestling with each other,

Be honest! You bastards, don't you want to eat dinner?

The two prisoners let go of each other viciously, and bared their teeth at the prison guard. The prisoners in other cells also stood up one after another, but the prison guard stared back without fear. He knew that he couldn't be weak even a little bit when dealing with these bastards. .

A few seconds later, the prisoner took the lead to give up this confrontation. The victorious prison guard inserted the rubber stick back into the lock on his back, stroked his hat, and complained to Klein who was following him,

With all due respect, Klein, you can come back tomorrow morning, you are not worth wasting time on a villain like Falconi, Sergeant Gordon has issued a death order, and no one can help him get away with it .”

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

You can't either.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that the problem was a little tricky. He reached out and pushed his gold-rimmed glasses upwards, then reached into his pocket, and stuffed a stack of rolled banknotes into the prison guard's palm.

Rule, I know your second son has just been born. This is my congratulations to an old friend. Take it, no one will know, right? I can't escape from prison with Falconi! I I just wanted to talk to him a few words.

The prison guard glanced down at the thickness of the banknote. He swallowed, then looked left and right, lowered his voice,

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

Klein nodded, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the prison room, patted Ruhr on the shoulder,

Five minutes is enough.

The prison guard turned around and walked into the monitoring room next door. He looked around carefully, then reached for the water glass, accidentally turned off the power of the monitor, and Shi Shiran walked out of the monitoring room and continued to work hard on his own. Night patrol, judging from his skillful and experienced movements, this is obviously not the first time.

Klein walked into the confinement room, and an old man with white hair was sitting there in vain, with his hands on the table, a hemostatic tape and a messy wound on his arm, his collar was open, that The originally elegant shirt had a faint sour smell. It seemed that Mr. Falconi's prison life these days was not good.

When he saw Klein walking in, Falconi just rolled his eyes, didn't get up, and didn't show any special expression. Obviously, he didn't care about Klein, even if this was the only thing that could help him get out of prison. guy.

Yoyo, look who this is, big shot... Doctor Klein, you finally appeared!

Falconi leaned back on the chair, glanced at the monitor whose lights were off, curled his lips, and said sarcastically, I risk my business to collapse every month to give you Damn crazy asylum deliveries, all you gotta do when I'm in trouble... that's good, I'm happy with it! I'm going crazy, you know? This damn place, the walls are coming down on me , and that damn rice, I'm not crazy!

Come on, Falconi, you know, we used to have a great time working together.

Klein still had that gentle look, but the eyes under his eyes were still indifferent, And, haven't I come here? As long as you cooperate with me, you will soon be able to leave this damn prison and return to the In your big mansion, spend a wonderful weekend with your courtesans, understand? You need to cooperate with me!

The doctor's voice rose from the ground up, as if it had a special taste, which made people convincing, and at the end, the words he said with emphasis made Falconi startled, he could make a city The gang leader is definitely not an idiot, so after a few seconds, Falconi calmed down.

He breathed a sigh of relief and nodded,

Okay, I lost my composure just now, Klein, tell me, how do you want me to cooperate with you...I've really been here enough, damn bat, damn Gordon! I want them to look good!

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

Did you say anything about our transaction?

Huh? Are you suspicious of me?

Falconi's eyes narrowed, but soon he gave up this threatening tone, and he knocked on the table, Don't worry, Klein, I'm not an idiot, although I don't know the forces behind you Who is it, but I will not send myself into a bad situation, don't worry, I shouldn't have said a word, I didn't say a word!

Klein carefully observed Falconi's facial expressions. As an excellent psychological researcher, he could tell that Falconi was not lying, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Very well, you made the right choice, Falconi, don't worry, we won't give up our good friends, when the court starts, I have 8 points of confidence that you will be safe, of course if you want it now You might need a little disguise to get out of here...

No no no! Klein!

Falconi interrupted Klein, I hurt myself to bring you here, not just to leave here!

The mob boss clasped his hands together, put his arms on the table, and said to Klein, I have better ideas, I lost a lot of money on that damn bat, I lost a lot of money on that shipment, so, whatever Whatever you and the people behind you want to do, count me in!

What?

Klein had a weird expression. He put on his glasses again and looked at Falconi, Are you serious?

Of course, I know that you don't want Gordon to be sent to the direction of the special batch of drug Xs. I also know that you use prisoners for human experiments in your lunatic asylum, and the thugs and guards you hired...

The corners of Falconi's mouth were slightly raised. There were some scars on the old man's face, which made him look very embarrassed, but there was a cunning light in his eyes.

Guess whose people are those?

I'm in control of all the population movements on Narrow Island, and you can't hide from me what you've done!

The gang boss spread his hands, Do you really think I won't find out the details of others before doing business with them? Listen, Klein, I don't care what you and your boss are doing or planning, then It's a big deal, I want to get involved! I've lost a lot, and I need to make up for it!

Hearing Falconi's words, Klein seemed a little surprised. He took off his glasses again and 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 that's the case...then I can already guess how my boss will reply to you...we will 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 place...

He stood up, propped his hands on the table, and stared at Klein, like an irritated old lion, I want to see, how do you want to kill me?

Klein also stared at him. He didn't get up, nor did he show a very angry expression. He just put his left hand in his black suitcase, opened the box, and suddenly asked a question,

So, want to see my mask, Falconi?

Falconi looked at Klein suspiciously. His old-fashioned eyes could tell at a glance that there was absolutely no room for a gun in that suitcase, so he simply leaned on the chair, put his hands on his shoulders, and looked at Klein with a sneer. A mask was taken out of the box that looked like it was sewn from a bad brown burlap bag, it was extremely rough.

It was like a bag that had been cut open, with two holes dug out as eyes, and then sealed with a rope. Klein put it on his face with a smile on his face, and then spread his hands, It was like a clown in a circus, but before Falconi could make his first laugh, white gas spewed out of Klein's box, instantly enveloping Falconi sitting opposite him .

Damn it! What the hell is this!

Falconi caught off guard and took a few breaths of air, his mind was dizzy for a while, and then he saw Klein standing up from the chair, which was originally ridiculous and comical, with a hint of scary scarecrow mask, in his serious In the disturbed and hypnotized vision, the panic was instantly magnified ten thousand times!

Bugs... black, disgusting, flesh-eating, blood-drinking bugs, at this moment, gushed out from the mask's eyes and mouth, lying on him, and Klein's changed voice was like a super villain ,

Falconi, you have messed with someone you shouldn't... Arkham Asylum will be your final destination! But before that, I can play with you first.

Ah!!! Help! Help!!! Scarecrow! Don't come here!!! Ah! Help! Help!!!