Gotham rainy night. Gotham's rain is always delicate and long, with a bone-absorbing and ecstatic coldness. The rain lines are like a gray net under the light. When they approach the ground, every drop of rain will splash tiny water on the ground.

The sound of the engine sounded from the end of the dark alley, accompanied by a slight sound of water, and the slight sound of the tires pressed over the uneven road surface was getting closer and closer. When the dazzling lights appeared at the back door of the police station, Gordon knew that he was in trouble.

An extended luxury car parked in front of Gordon. He saw the reflection of the rifle barrel in the window glass. A man nodded at him in the rearview mirror, and no one spoke. The whole process was as quiet as Gotham's night.

Gordon took a deep breath and 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 obtain any law enforcement power with their guns, and they cannot even protect themselves.

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

Finally, Gordon got on the car. When the vehicle started, he looked out the window. The neon lights of the store sign flashed in his sight, leaving behind the brilliance of the red and blue junction. The raindrops hit the glass of the car window, blurring the light into an invisible halo.

Gordon said: "Who is the person I want to meet?"

"You will know when you see it." The person sitting in the passenger seat replied to him.

When driving on a somewhat rough road, the vehicle shaking a little, and the headlights flashed on different buildings. Soon, they turned into an alley that Gordon had never been to. He knew that this should be in the East District, and it was on the most dangerous edge of the East 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 gate, holding guns in their hands. One of them walked up and Gordon folded his hands in front of his forehead. The man took the gun from his waist and searched him up and down. After confirming that there was no weapon, Gordon followed the person who led the way in.

The mansion is decorated in a luxurious manner, with bright lights on the inside, but not many people. Gordon went up to the second floor. As soon as the person leading the way opened the door, Gordon saw a rather burly back. He knew that it was Saar Maroney, the new leader in the East District.

Maroni turned around. He was not handsome and looked a little fierce. The corners of his mouth were always downwards, but the corners of his eyes were always hanging upwards with evil.

He turned the ring in his hand and said, "Sheriff, please sit down, it's a pity to invite you tonight."

"I don't know what's wrong with the gang members now. You are all polite and seem to be more like policemen than me."

Gordon's reply was very rude, and he did not sit down as Maroni's wishes, but stood up straight.

Maroni's expression was shaky, but it seemed that he didn't seem to mind Gordon's offense. He said, "I invited you here to talk to you about a business, you know, like the kind that the gangsters often talked about."

"I don't talk to the gangsters about business."

"Oh?" Maroni laughed. "This statement is very novel. I have heard some of you say that I didn't offer enough, but I have never heard of anyone who doesn't want to cooperate with the gangster."

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

"Then why do you want to participate in the Godfather's business? Your field team should have made a lot of money on his private prison line, right?"

"I'm just being a policeman, and fighting crime is the police's duty," Gordon said.

He was telling the truth. Even if he knew that the criminals he had caught were only bringing higher flows to the Godfather, his own behavior was indeed to arrest the criminals. If this behavior could bring him profits, it would be better. But if it didn't work, Gordon would continue to persevere. After all, when there was no such business, he did this and was the only one who did it.

"My conditions are very simple. You just need to do nothing. You just need to drag it down and find all kinds of reasons to stop the field team from going out."

Maroni spread his hands and said, "How simple! All you have to do is do nothing, and I will offer you a price that will satisfy you."

Gordon said: "I can see that you have been imitating Godfather. I have never met Master Falco, but I know that Gotham has countless clumsy imitators who think they are elegant, gentle and polite, speak with a tone, and even learn from him, with some Italian accent."

"But that's useless, Mr. Maroni, you're not Falcone, and Gotham will not have a second Falcone anymore. At least for now, Gotham is the godfather's Gotham, not yours."

Maroni's face turned completely dark because Gordon said his heart disease. He was indeed imitating Falcone, or as Gordon said, there were too many people in Gotham imitating this godfather.

Although they had never even attended middle school, they still learned Falcone and used various very elegant words to force a short sentence into a long and difficult sentence with various complex grammars.

They wore suits, bow tie, put flowers on their chests, and held pens instead of pistols in their hands, just like the godfather.

Falcone is like a benchmark in Gotham City. The godfather's personality is so strong that all the gang leaders imitate him, and Maroni is one of them.

When you come to Gotham, you will be very surprised. If the gang here invites people, they will not ask a group of kidnappers to kidnap you. Instead, they drive a black luxury car and silently arrive at your doorstep on a rainy night. Then, in a luxuriously decorated room, sitting behind a black desk, wearing formal clothes, and talking to you politely.

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

This is what makes Maroni feel ashamed, 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 has indeed been imitating the godfather.

And he didn't imitate it like that. Maroni was actually not suitable for wearing a suit at all. He did not have the elegant temperament of the godfather. Even a regular suit could not cover up his barbarity.

But Falcone represents the most glorious era of the Gotham Gangster. His every move is engraved with traces of that boiling era. This kind of temperament precipitation brought from that golden years, and the power that seemed to be in control, fascinated Maroni.

He was full of malice to the Godfather that he wanted to replace him, but like everyone in Gotham, he was full of heartfelt respect for the Godfather.

Gordon looked at Maroni's silence and said, "Do you know? Before I entered this door, I knew that the person who invited me must not be the Godfather. Although you used his favorite car model and his most common way of hiring people."

"Is that true? Why?" Maroni asked.

"If I were invited to Cadet Falco today, I would not be searched or taken away from guns. The Godfather actually didn't care whether I had weapons on him when I saw him, because he was much more confident than you."

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

When Falcone asked anyone to talk, he would not confiscate their weapons. Even if the other party was a desperate person who killed countless people, he would dare to sit behind the table, less than two meters away from those people, unarmed, and only words would make them convinced.

But Maroni didn't dare.

How dare he let a well-trained old policeman approach him within two meters with a gun? He was not sure at all. He had to be wary of Gordon's sudden attack on him, and he didn't even know why Falcone dared to do that.

Why is the godfather so confident that no one dares to attack him as he sees? Maroni never understands this problem from beginning to end. In his opinion, if there is a mistake, all his efforts will be gone under the sound of gunfire, and he will never give anyone this opportunity.

He felt that his caution was right, but it did not prevent him from feeling a sense of shame of defeat before the fight. He said to Gordon in a low voice: "Do you think your actions are wise now? Is it irritating me repeatedly on my territory?!"

"Have you started to put aside those disguises?" Gordon asked him: "Your wording just now is no different from the gangsters on the street. You didn't use any complicated words because you think I've seen the truth, so there's no need to pretend anymore?"

Maroni waved his hand, and there was a click behind him, and the sound of the bullet loading echoed in the room. The man in the suit behind him held a shotgun and pointed straight at Gordon.

Gordon shook his head and said, "This is the gap between you and Cadet Falco. You come to me and say you are talking about business, but there is never a reason for killing people if you can't negotiate business. You are still the same as a gangster. If I don't agree to you, you point the gun at me and force me to agree."

"So why do you have to send a car to get me here? You might as well find a group of kidnappers, just like the other gangs in the East District, tie me to a basement, punch me twice, and then point a gun at my head and ask me if I agree. If I don't agree, then shoot me in the arm."

"Enough," said Maroni, taking a deep breath, waved his hand, and the man behind him lowered his gun, and he said, "You are smart, you know I don't want to lose to Falcone."

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

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

Only he knew how dangerous it was just now. If he hadn't repeatedly used Falcone to stimulate Maroni and aroused Maroni's rebellious mentality, it would be a question whether he could have left the mansion intact.

The cold wind from Gotham blew on him, and the fine rain struck his face. He slowly walked back. He thought, he was right. Maroni was far inferior to Falcone. He was already angry and embarrassed.

If Falcone was invited tonight, let alone whether Gordon's tricks could anger the Godfather, even if he was rude to Falcone, the Godfather would not even send him a car to him for his return.
Chapter completed!