The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Gotham rainy night. The rain in Gotham is always delicate and long, with bone-eating icy coldness. The rain line is like a gray net under the light. When it is close to the ground, every drop of rain will splash on the ground with tiny splashes .

The sound of the engine sounded from the end of the dark alley, accompanied by the slight sound of water, and the slight sound of the tires rolling over the uneven road was getting closer. When the dazzling headlights appeared at the back door of the police station, Gordon knew, I'm going to be in trouble.

An elongated luxury car stopped in front of Gordon. He saw the reflection of the barrel of a rifle in the window glass. A man in the rearview mirror nodded at him. No one spoke. The whole process was like a scene in Gotham. It was as quiet as the night.

Gordon took a deep breath, and he reached out to touch the pistol on his waist. Although the pistol had just been replaced with new accessories, it did not give him any sense of security. In this city, the police cannot rely on their Guns get no law enforcement powers, not even self-preservation.

A man in a black suit came down and opened the car door for Gordon. Gordon glanced at his watch. It was 9:12 pm and he was about to miss dinner with Barbara again.

In the end, Gordon got into the car. When the car started, he looked out the window. The neon signs of the shop flashed in his field of vision, leaving behind bright traces at the junction of red and blue, and the raindrops hit the glass of the car window. , blurring these rays of light into an invisible halo.

Gordon said, "Who am I going to see?"

"You'll know when you see it." The person sitting in the co-pilot answered him.

When driving on a somewhat rough road, the vehicle shook a little, and the lights of the car flickered on different buildings, and soon turned into an alley that Gordon had never been before. He knew that this place should be in the East District , and it is in the most dangerous fringe area of ​​the Eastern District.

He got out of the car, and the black suit led him to the door of a mansion. There were two people standing in front of the door, both holding guns. One of them came up. Gordon folded his hands on his forehead. The man took the gun from his waist, searched his body up and down, and after confirming that there was no weapon, Gordon walked in with the guide.

The mansion was luxuriously decorated and brightly lit inside, but there were not many people there. Gordon went up to the second floor. As soon as the guide opened the door, Gordon saw a rather burly figure from behind. He knew it was Sarah. El Maroney, the newly promoted leader of the Eastern District.

Maroni turned around, he was not handsome, he looked a bit fierce, the corners of his mouth were always downwards fiercely, but the corners of his eyes were always hanging upwards viciously.

He twirled the ring on his finger and said, "Sir, please take a seat, I am sorry to ask you to come here tonight.

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

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

Maroney's expression was cloudy, but he didn't seem to mind Gordon's offense. He said, "I asked you to come over to discuss a business with you, you know, like gangsters often talk about." Kind of."

"I don't do business with gangsters."

"Oh?" Maroney laughed. "This statement is quite novel. I've heard some of you say that I didn't offer enough money, but I've never heard that someone doesn't want to cooperate with gangsters."

"That's the truth, I don't work with any gangsters."

"Then why did you get involved in the godfather's business? Your field team should have made a lot of money from his private prison, right?"

"I'm just a policeman, fighting crime is the bounden duty of the police." Gordon said.

What he said was the truth, even if he knew that the criminals he captured were just bringing more water to the godfather, but his own behavior was indeed catching criminals, if this behavior could bring him The profit is better, but if it doesn't work, Gordon will continue to stick to it. After all, he did the same thing when he didn't have this business, and he was the only one who did it.

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

Spreading his hands, Maroney said, "How easy! All you have to do is do nothing, and I'll charge you a price for it."

Gordon said: "I can see that you have been imitating the godfather. I have not met Mr. Falcone, but I know that Gotham has countless poor imitators of him. Get it right, even do it like him, with some Italian accents."

"But it's useless, Mr. Maroney, you're not Falcone, and there won't be another Falcone in Gotham, at least for now, Gotham is the Godfather's Gotham, not yours. "

Maroni's face completely darkened, because Gordon said his heart disease, he was indeed imitating Falcone, or as Gordon said, too many people in Gotham are imitating the godfather.

Even though they hadn't even gone to secondary school, they followed Falcone's example and used all kinds of very elegant expressions to bend a short sentence into a long sentence with all kinds of complex grammar.

They wear suits and bow ties, with flowers pinned to their chests, and carry pens instead of pistols, like the Godfather.

Falcone is like the benchmark of Gotham City. The charisma of this godfather is so strong that all the gang leaders are imitating him, and Maroni 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 on a rainy night Go to your door, and then sit behind a black desk in a luxuriously decorated room, dressed in formal attire, and talk to you in a polite manner.

They looked less like gangsters and more like a group of old-school aristocrats, all with Falcone's influence.

This is a shame to Maroni, because unlike others, he feels that he has never succumbed to the power of the godfather. He feels that he is destined to overthrow Falcone, but he has to admit that he Indeed, he has been imitating the godfather.

And he didn't imitate it. Maroni is actually not suitable for wearing a suit at all. He doesn't have the refined temperament of the godfather. Even a neat suit can't cover up his brutality.

But Falcone represents the most glorious era of the Gotham gangsters. His every move is engraved with the traces of that boiling era. The power and influence fascinated Maroni.

He is full of malice towards the godfather and wants to replace him, but also, like everyone in Gotham, he is also full of heartfelt respect for the godfather.

Gordon looked at Maroney's silence, and he said, "You know what? Before I entered this door, I knew that the person who invited me must not be the Godfather. Even though you are using his favorite car model, you also use His most common way of inviting people."

"Really? For what?" Maroney asked.

"If it was His Excellency Falcone who invited me here today, I would not be searched and my gun would not be confiscated. The godfather actually doesn't care whether I have a weapon on me when I see him, because he has more than you." Much more confident."

Maroney was almost unable to hold back his pretense, and every word Gordon said stuck in his heart, and everything he said was true.

When Falcone invites anyone to talk to them, he will not hand over their weapons. Even if the other party is a desperado who has killed countless people, he dares to sit behind the table, less than two meters away from those people, unarmed, and only Words make them happy.

But Maroney dared not.

How dare he let a well-trained old policeman walk within two meters of him with a gun? He has no certainty at all, he has to watch out for Gordon attacking him suddenly, he doesn't even know why Falcone dared to do that.

Why is the godfather so confident that everyone he sees dare not do anything to him? Maroney has never understood this problem from the beginning to the end. In his opinion, if he makes a mistake, all his efforts will be destroyed under the sound of gunfire. Nothing, he will never give anyone this chance.

He felt that his prudence was right, but this did not prevent him from feeling ashamed of being defeated before fighting. He said to Gordon in a low voice: "Do you think your current actions are wise? Repeatedly on my territory pissed me off?!"

"Have you started to let go of those disguises?" Gordon asked him: "Just now your wording is no different from that of a street gangster. You didn't use any complicated words because you thought I had seen the truth, so Is there no need to put on any more?"

With a wave of Maroney's hand, there was a click behind him, and the sound of the bullet being loaded echoed in the room. The man in the suit behind him was holding a shotgun and pointed it straight at Gordon.

Gordon shook his head and said: "This is the gap between you and His Excellency Falcone. You came to me and said it was to discuss business, but there has never been a reason in this world to kill people if you can't negotiate a deal. You are still the gangster." One set, if I don't agree to you, you point a gun at me and force me to agree."

"So why did you send a car and send someone to bring me here? You might as well just find a gang of kidnappers, just like the other gangsters on the East Side, tie me up in a basement, give me two punches, and take Point the gun to my head and ask if I agree, and if I don't agree, shoot me in the arm."

"Enough," Maroney said. He took a deep breath, waved his hand, and the man behind him put his gun down. "You're smart, you know I don't want to lose to Falcone."

"Your cleverness saved your life, Sergeant Gordon. I can let you go tonight, but it's not that I'm imitating anyone. It's that I'm kind enough to give you a chance to think. If you change your mind , you know where to find me."

When Gordon came out of the mansion, his shirt was almost soaked in cold sweat.

Only he himself knew how dangerous it was just now. If he hadn't repeatedly stimulated Maroni with Falcone, which aroused Maroni's rebellious psychology, it was still a question of whether he could walk out of the mansion completely.

The cold wind of Gotham was blowing on his body, and the fine rain was hitting his face. He walked back slowly, he thought, he was right, Maroni is really better than Falcone It's far away, and he has become angry from embarrassment.

If it is Falcone who invites him tonight, let alone whether these little tricks of Gordon can anger the godfather, even if he speaks badly to Falcone, the godfather will not even have a car to take him back send him.

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