And he strongly agreed with the potential highlighted in these views.
This Roy was a ruthless man. During the rampant era of the Chicago Public Housing Gang, he managed to hold his ground, securing the traditional Mob's territory using the inheritance left by the Mafia.
The Mob in Chicago was not as terrifying as in Gotham, but it was more complex, involving disputes between traditional and modern gangs, and even struggles between different ethnicities. One would have to be no fool to emerge from such a complicated situation.
As the head of the gang in Chicago, he would not dare to think of joining hands with the mob in Gotham, which would be no different from inviting a wolf into his house. However, if he could join the gang in Gotham, and then form an alliance with the Chicago gang, he would become the wolf entering the house.
Besides, his intention is well-grounded, the Falcone Family is a branch of the Mafia, the Old Godfather Falcone is a true Roman, carrying Italian blood.
What's considered as the Mafia's orthodoxy in Gotham? Well, it's called returning to the origins, recognizing ancestral lineage.
Knowing the mob well, Roy understood that this plan had a high probability of success.
In this era, the idea of joining forces to enlarge the pie was relatively rare and many operated independently. However, as soon as the clever ones saw the enormous benefits of such an approach, they would naturally unite.
Therefore, Roy effortlessly became a spiritual Gothamite, no longer having to remain in the broken place called Chicago.
A foreigner from Chicago coming to Gotham to dictate terms would certainly be rejected by the gangsters. However, if this person was the godson of Godfather Falcone, it would make a significant difference.
Some speculated that perhaps Godfather Falcone felt his biological son, Evans, was unfit to shoulder the responsibilities, so Roy was brought to Gotham. Roy did happen to be older than Evans, though not by much, still young, making him an excellent choice for succession.
The first step of this plan had a significant effect, unifying Gotham's first mafia family and Chicago's second mafia family was highly effective.
They subdivided the dock's goods according to the variety of smuggled items and the distance of logistics transport, redistributing the docking locations for cargo ships. The docks controlled by Gotham and Gospel Gang in Chicago were united, quickly clearing up the somewhat chaotic smuggling routes.
Of course, they also invited external investments. As smuggling was essentially a matter where everyone had connections, at the expense of a minor cost, they could enjoy the preferential policy of dock berthing and transportation rights in two major cities, and even form a new logistics channel to speed up the smuggling circulation on the entire East Coast.
The impact of this move was extremely significant, as evidenced by the continuously escalating financial reports in Falcone's hands.
Godfather had reached his old age, his biggest desire was to smoothly transition the Falcone Family and not let his life's efforts go to waste.
But now, Shiller suddenly presented a big cake and claimed it to be an appetizer, whetting Falcone's appetite once again.
Falcone had been invincible in Gotham for too long, but his appetite had never been small. When he saw Shiller's rather crazy plan, he thought he could rule Gotham for another 40 years.
Falcone thought, if this plan could build the depicted Black Pyramid, or even half of it, the entire world's black-market industry might undergo a major reshuffle.
The cigar in the hands of the long-standing Godfather had gone out, but the burning desire was still alive, the same great ambition he had when he first set foot on this land.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mansion, he heard the bells of Gotham Cathedral ringing again, just like decades ago, when he landed on the shoreline, surviving in the tide of this city's crime.
In countless dreams of uncovering the truth, Falcone remembered those dark clouds that blocked most of the rain in every Gotham drizzle, symbolizing the first half of his life.
He thought, dark clouds are still clouds, just as a black pyramid is still a pyramid.
He hoped to live to see that day, to witness a pyramid rising from the ground, facing the penetrating rain on this land he both loathed and deeply loved.
In the office, Shiller stood by the window, listening to the dull bells echoing in the city's sky, drifting further and further through the cloudy curtain.
Now, these thin clouds are about to disperse, and Gotham will face all the inflicted malice.
He thought, here, only evil could deal with evil, only darkness much deeper could resist the dark.