Chapter 19: Mad Falconi

Any career has a leader. Generally speaking, the leader is the most powerful boss in this industry. If there is a leader in the big and small gangs of Gotham, then there is no doubt. Falconi, who is almost 60 years old, is definitely a well-deserved gangster.
The Falconi family was almost established with the establishment of Gotham. Until now, the tentacles of this family have reached every corner of the city, just like leeches lying on Gotham to blood. Ugly.
Of course, as the leader of the Falconi family, the arrest of Falconi is almost impossible, but it happened, and a strange guy called Batman rushed into Falconi. The scene of the drug trade personally supervised him, and he and his five heavily armed bodyguards were all stunned. The poison X was scattered everywhere, and it was almost everyone's money.
But the first person who came to the scene was Gotham Police Station’s famous hard-bone Jim Gordon, the only sheriff who did not want to accept his bribe, so Falconi was imprisoned. This was for him It was a shame and shame. Although he had been in prison many times, in his current identity, this matter is a bombshell in the dark world of Gotham.
Although Falconi did not think he would be prosecuted, he did not know that Miss Rachel, the assistant prosecutor who had ordered an "accident", was still alive and well, and she never wanted to disclose The name of Mr. Batman has obtained sufficient evidence to allow Falconi to spend the rest of his life in prison.
Yes, if there is no accident and no violent means is used to escape from prison, this guy is in danger.
But as happened in many stories, there are always accidents in everything. If everything goes on normally, the story is not interesting. Rachel doesn’t know how difficult it will be for the justice she prays to come.
Gotham Prison, this is an old prison located on the outskirts of the city. It is not far from Gotham Police Station. There are about 700 criminals in custody, and one fifth of them are severe prisoners. This is the entire Gotham. The place where people are afraid of the wind is the place where Klein often comes.
Under the pale lights of Gotham Prison, the doctors and prison guards moved towards the imprisonment room one after the other. The two talked and looked familiar.
"Has he tried to commit suicide many times?"
Klein, carrying his suitcase, followed behind the skinny prison guard and asked in a low voice.
The skinny prison guard shrugged and said to Klein, "How to say, Dr. Klein, the guys who are imprisoned here will have a tendency to commit suicide, but even those who are truly pursuing salvation may even have one in ten. No, especially the guy who is as bad as Falconi."
"boom"
While speaking, the guards used the rubber sticks in his hand to pull on the fence of the cell, and shouted to the two mortals wearing orange prison uniforms, wrestling together,
"Be honest! You bastards, don't you want to have dinner?"
The two prisoners let go of each other fiercely and squeezed their teeth toward the prison guard. The prisoners in the other cells stood up one after another. The guard stared back without fear. He knew that he could not be weak even a little bit against these bastards. .
A few seconds later, the prisoner first gave up the confrontation. The winning prison guard inserted the rubber stick into the back lock, stroked his hat, and complained to Klein who was behind him.
"IMHO, Klein, you can come again tomorrow morning. You are not worth wasting time on a villain like Falconi. Sheriff Gordon gave the death order, and no one can help him escape the crime. ."
The prison guard took the key to the cell from his pocket and shrugged to Klein.
"You can't do it either."
The doctor breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that the problem was a little tricky. He reached out and pushed his gold wire glasses upwards, then put his hand into his pocket, and stuffed a bundle of rolled banknotes into the guard’s palm.
"Ruhr, I know that your second son was just born. This is my congratulations to my old friend. Hold it, no one will know, will I? I can't escape Falconi with me! Just wanted to say a few words to him."
The prison guard glanced down at the thickness of the banknote. He swallowed, then looked around, lowering his voice.
"Don't say I won't help you, Klein, my old friend, there is Gordon's eyeliner here, so... 5 minutes, no more!"
Klein nodded, reaching for the door of the cell and patting Ruhr's shoulder.
"5 minutes is enough."
The prison guard turned and walked into the next monitoring room. He carefully looked around, then reached up and picked up the drinking glass, "inadvertently" touched the power supply of the monitor, and Shi Shiran walked out of the monitoring room and continued to work hard. Night patrol, judging from his skillful and sophisticated movements, this is obviously not the first time.
Klein walked into the imprisonment room. An old man with white hair sat there bored, his hands on the table, hemostatic stickers and awkward wounds on his arms, his collar was open, then The original elegant shirt had a faint sour taste, it seems that Mr. Falconi's prison life these days is not good.
When he saw Klein walk in, Falconi just rolled his eyes, did not get up, nor did he have a special expression. Obviously, he did not care about Klein, even if this was the only thing that could help him out of prison Guy.
"Yoyo, see who this is, big man...Dr. Klein, you finally appeared!"
Falconi leaned back in his chair and glanced at the monitor whose light had gone out. He pouted and said sarcastically, "I risk my business every month and give you Damn insane asylum delivery, in exchange for when you were in distress... You’re indifferent... It’s good, I’m very satisfied! I’m going crazy, do you know? This place, walls on all sides are pressing towards me , And that meal, I’m not crazy if I’m crazy!"
"Don't do this, Falconi, you know, we had a great time working together."
Klein still had that gentle look, but his eyes under his eyes were still indifferent, "And, am I not coming? As long as you cooperate with me, you can quickly leave this prison and return to In your mansion, spend a wonderful weekend with your socializing flowers, understand? You need to cooperate with me!"
The doctor's voice went from ground to high, as if with a special taste, which convinced people, and in the end, the words he said with more emphasis made Falconi stunned and could be a city The leader of the gangster is definitely not a fool, so after a few seconds, Falconi calmed down.
He sighed and nodded,
"Okay, I lost my mind just now, Klein, say, how can I cooperate with you... I've really been here enough, bat, Gordon! I want them to look good!"
Klein waited until Falconi had finished speaking, he took off his glasses and wiped them with a handkerchief while asking casually,
"Did you say anything about the transaction between us?"
"Huh? Are you doubting me?"
Falcony's eyes narrowed, but soon he gave up this threatening tone, he knocked on the table, "rest assured, Klein, I'm not a fool, I don't know the power behind you Who it is, but I won’t put myself into a bad situation, rest assured, I shouldn’t say it, I didn’t say a word!

Klein carefully observed Falcone's facial expressions. As an excellent psychologist, he could judge that Falcone didn't lie, so he relaxed.
"Very good, you made the right choice, Falconi, don't worry, we won't give up good friends, when the court is open, I have 8 points of confidence to keep you safe, of course, if you want it now You may need a little disguise to leave here..."
"No no no! Klein!"
Falcony interrupted Klein's words, "I hurt myself to lead you over, not just to leave this!"
Gangster with folded hands and arms on the table, said to Klein, "I have a better idea. That bat caused me to lose a lot of money. I lost a lot of the goods, so, no matter What do you and the people behind you want to do, count me!"
"what?"
Klein's expression was a little weird. He put on his glasses again and looked at Falconi. "Are you serious?"
"Of course, I know that you don't want Gordon to go to the direction of those special poison X. I also know that you are doing human experiments with prisoners in your lunatic asylum, and those beaters and guards you hired..."
The corners of Falconi's mouth were slightly raised, and there were some scars on the old man's face, which made him look embarrassed, but his eyes shone with some cunning light,
"Guess, who are those people?"
"I control all the population movements on Narrow Island, and the things you do can't hide from me!"
The gangster spread his hands, "Do you really think I won't find out their details before doing business with others? Listen, Klein, I don't care what you and your boss are doing, what you are planning, then It’s a big deal, I’m going to intervene! I’ve suffered 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 on his neckline. He looked at Falconi. All expressions on the face became serious,
"If so... then I can already guess how my boss will reply to you... we will kill you!"
Falcony was amused by Klein's words, he patted the table and laughed,
"Kill me? Who can kill me in Gotham? Here is my territory..."
He stood up, holding the table with his hands, staring at Klein with death, like an old lion irritated, "I want to see, how do you want to kill me?"
Klein also stared at him. He did not get up, nor did he show an angry expression. He just put his left hand in his black suitcase, opened it, and suddenly asked a question,
"So, want to see my mask? Falconi?"
Falcony looked at Klein suspiciously, and his old eyes could tell at a glance that there was absolutely no gun in that suitcase, so he simply leaned on the chair with his hands on his shoulders and sneered. A mask that was sewn from a bad brown linen bag was taken out of the box. It was extremely rough.
It was like a bag that was cut open, with two holes in the eyes and then sealed with a rope. Klein put it on his face with a smile and spread his hands. It was like a clown in a circus, but before Falcone laughed the first time, white gas spewed out of Klein’s box, wrapping up Falconi sitting opposite him in an instant. .
"Damn it! What the is this!"
Falconi exhaled a few breaths out of the blue, his head dizzy, and then saw Klein stand up from the chair, which was ridiculous and funny, with a scary scarecrow mask, serious in his In the vision of being disturbed and hypnotized, that kind of panic was instantly magnified 10,000 times!
Insects... Black, disgusting, meat-eating, blood-drinking insects, from this mask’s eyes and mouth at this moment, lie on him, Klein’s voice with a voice change is like a super villain ,
"Falconi, you have gotten people who shouldn't have gotten off...Arkham Asylum, will be your final destination! But before that, I can "play" with you first."
"Ah!!! Help! Help!!!! Scarecrow! Don't come!!! Help! Help! Help!"