Had to get the feed taken care of before going to see the Falcone family chief, which I have to say is a good habit.
So soon, Parker met with old Joey.
It just seemed that this man came a little too fast, just before Dr. Zira's cigarette was half smoked, the sound of the clinic door being pushed open came from the end of the corridor.
The first time he saw this man, Parker could clearly determine that this man was a pig breeder ... not the kind of breeder who provides pork for the cannery, but the most primitive, inefficient, time-consuming and labor-intensive kind of "pig breeder".
His looks are still tough, looks like a large European, more than 40 years old, has a very dominant black and brown beard, but there is no hair, bare upper body, can be seen, when he was young he should be quite robust, but now it is already a fat. Wearing a large black apron made of thick leather, which stood full of all kinds of like leftovers like inexplicable disgusting things, a belt full of oil stains tied below the large beer belly, the waist position slanted into a rusty pig-killing knife.
"Hahahaha - big haul!" He laughed brightly and lifted the belt that had been crushed down by his belly.
Parker could clearly see the excitement in the man's eyes as if they were glowing.
"Well, I have things to do, so close the door for me when you're done packing." Zi Liang said, and then gave a look to Parker, signaling that he should go.
"Oh ..." Parker responded in a trance, and then followed Ziliang with his head that seemed to be detached from its daze.
He just followed that doctor, stepped over the limbs all over the floor, and walked along the hospital corridor towards the main door, which was a few meters away, the blood stuck on his own shoes seemed to be drawn off by the sole, and then quickly seeped into the cracks.
The hospital door was pushed open and Parker walked into the gray night, a cool breeze slapped him in the face and made him feel that what he had just experienced was an absurd dream.
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Elegant environment, exquisite food, this is where the reputation of this restaurant lies. It would be even more wonderful if it was accompanied by a beautiful violin.
But at the moment, there is only one table of guests in this restaurant tang that should be filled to capacity.
"Listen, even the rudest diners are inevitably moved by such music, this is music, a wonderful language that can cross any communication barrier." A man whose hair had turned slightly gray sat at the round table, not hiding his praise for the violin in the slightest, and he stuffed an unbelievably finely cut steak into his mouth and let out a soft hum of enjoyment.
This man is Mr. Carmine Falcone, the owner of the largest gang in Gotham City at this stage.
The opposite side of this table, also placed a plate of incomparably delicious steak at first glance, the sauce mixed with heat, seems to be seducing people to eat it down.
However, the person sitting in front of this steak did not have any intention of eating it. After all, now he has to use all of his mind to suppress the pain around his body, or else a relaxation, he will definitely scream out.
"Are you really not going to take a bite?" Mr. Falcone asked, and then gently took a sip of red wine, seemingly not caring about the other party's face, which had been beaten to the point that it was almost impossible to see the original appearance.
"Well, since you don't want to eat it, forget it." He said, "But let's be clear, I've always been fair, I'll remit your money to your account as scheduled, but after all, this prison robbery plan was not successful, so you have to pay a little price for it, right?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, a man in a suit came up behind the poor guy with a bruised nose, and he pulled out a pistol and put it to the other guy's head.
"The man seemed to be crying, shaking uncontrollably, trying to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he revealed a row of beaten teeth, mixed with a mouth full of blood, and all that could be heard was the sound of whimpering whimpering.
Falcone waved his hand full of care ...
"Bang!"
...
However, this sound was not a gunshot, but the sound of the hall door being pushed open and hitting the wall.
All the people were startled by this sound and immediately all pulled out their guns and aimed at the door.
They saw a man in a white coat with a kidney-like face, only to see him staring at Mr. Falcone, who was eating, with a sideways glance, and then walking straight over.
Probably because this man did not carry a gun, and wearing a doctor's white coat, it does not look like much combat power, so all the bodyguards present did not immediately shoot.
Zi Liang just walked up to the table under a group of amazed eyes and black muzzles of guns, and patted the poor guy on the chair whose mother he didn't even recognize anymore: "Hey, brother, move over." He said.
The guy was confused for a moment, probably because he thought it would be a little wrong to just give up his seat, but his body was so busy trying to escape out of fear that he just stumbled in a weird way and snapped to the floor anyway.
"Thanks." Zi Liang was satisfied and sat down on the chair, as if he did not see the dozen of guns surrounding himself behind him: "Mr. Falcone, hello."
Mr. Falcone looked at the unarmed doctor with a puzzled face, "Hello, how do you address me."
"My name is Zi Liang, a doctor." He stretched his white coat and said, "I'll get right to the point, Mr. George Parnes, who escaped from prison the other day, is dead."
"How do you know?" Falcone asked, frozen for a moment.
"I killed him."
There was a silence ... followed by ...
"Click, click, click--"
The sound of a series of loaded bullets rang out from behind his head, and Zilian could feel a few of the guns sticking into his messy hair.
Falcone seemed a little surprised to hear such an answer, he looked at Ziliang for a few seconds, and then snorted out a laugh.
Of course, it was a cold laugh.
"Heh - you probably got the wrong information, the person you killed was not my enemy, but my cousin."
"Really, I'm really sorry then." Zi Liang said, then pointed to the steak in front of him, "This looks good, is it for me?"
Falcone's face was as gloomy as the mud that had accumulated in the sewers, even if he was the most stoic-minded person, he could not really react at all when he heard the news that his brother had died ...
But he is ultimately a gang leader with an extremely deep city.
"I don't think you should be the kind of person who would get the wrong information, so I'll give you 10 seconds now to explain anything to me, or you can say your last words." Falcone read coldly.
Zi Liang picked up the knife and fork on the table, cut a piece of steak, stuffed it into his mouth, and then froze, seemingly because of the deliciousness of the gods.
"You know, I've been in Gotham for three months, and it wasn't until this steak that I felt like a human being here." He said.
Falcone finally sulked as well, he jerked to his feet and quickly pulled out a gun and aimed at Zira, who was still cutting the meat: "You have five seconds."
"Hey hey, take it easy." Ziliang said, then pulled out a notebook from his pocket and began to rummage around: "First let me find ... Oh, I found it, Falcone's wife, the name is Carol Della, likes shopping, dogs, and yoga and fitness, every Friday night she goes to a high-end beauty club to maintain skin, she is a VIP there, and every VIP has the right to book a luxurious temporary lounge on the third floor of the club ..."
"Bastard, what the hell are you trying to say?" Falcone gritted his teeth and squeezed the words out of his teeth.
"Oh, it's coming to the point." Zi Liang flipped a page of his notes and continued, "And coincidentally, Mr. George Parnes, your cousin, goes to a boxing camp every Friday night, he loves boxing, you should know that, but strangely enough, the schedule of that boxing gym shows that his training instructor doesn't work at all on Fridays ..."
Speaking of this, Ziliang is not sure if it was intentional, in any case he paused for a moment.
Time has long passed 5 seconds, but Mr. Falcone did not shoot.
Zi Liang licked his fingers very unimaginatively and turned another page: "That beauty club lounge has a refrigerator, a full bath, a soft carpet, and a bed that is 3 meters long and 2.5 meters wide ..."
"Bang!"
This time it was the gun that went off.
But Ziliang's head didn't seem to burst open in response, but the poor guy next to him who had been lying on his back and didn't know his name covered his chest, held up a few times, and then gagged.
"Carry him down." Mr. Falcone said.
Those several bodyguards understood his meaning very well, so soon, this whole hall, only Ziliang and Falcone two people left.
Mr. Falcone still held the gun tightly in his hand: "Who are you? Why are you investigating me?" He asked.
"I thought you would first thank me for helping you take out your cousin." Zi Liang chattered.
"I'll find out for myself if your words are true or not, now please answer the question ..."
"Well, I'm a doctor." Zira stuffed a chunk of steak into her mouth and muttered, "As for why I'm investigating you ... to be honest, I just heard your name for the first time about two hours ago."
Falcone looked at Ziliang that eating, seemed to be hesitating about something, after a while, before saying quietly, "You should come to me not just to tell me this shit."
Zi Liang stuffed a bite of steak into his own mouth, then pulled up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth.
"I know you want to invade Arkham Asylum, and I think I can help you."