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Qin Yang walked in front of Falconet, stopped, leaned forward slightly, and his expression became more serious: "As for Oswald Cobblepot, although he is a dangerous person, his cunning and understanding of the underground world can provide us with a lot of convenience.

He has eyes in every corner of Gotham, whether it's the docks, alleys or abandoned factories, he has first-hand information. "

There was a mysterious light flashing in Qin Yang's eyes, as if telling the mysterious power of the Penguin Man.

“He has had his fair share of friction with the Court of Owls, and he knows the court’s tactics and weaknesses well.

If we can get him on our side, he can lead us to the Tribunal's hidden locations and expose those members who have been hiding in the dark."

Qin Yang straightened up, put his hands behind his back, and continued, "Moreover, I believe that as long as we give him enough benefits, he will be willing to cooperate with us.

After all, in Gotham, a place full of conflicts of interest, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. "

Falcone listened to Qin Yang quietly, his expression didn't change much, but there was a glimmer of thought in his eyes.

His fingers were still crossed in front of his chest, but they would occasionally move slightly, revealing the subtle fluctuations in his heart.

Seeing that Falcone did not interrupt him, Qin Yang said more passionately: “Mr. Falcone, your position in Gotham is very important.

You can reach a kind of tacit understanding with Gordon, a collaboration between the dark and the light.

You provide him with some necessary support, such as inside information about the Court of Owls, and he can provide cover for our operations within the police."

Qin Yang's voice became more and more passionate, like a politician giving a speech.

“With Oswald, you can use your prestige and influence to convince him that working with us is his only way out.

You can promise him greater benefits in the Gotham underworld, such as more territory or a safer trading environment.

In this way, we can unite these three forces and fight against the Court of Owls together."

Qin Yang waved his arms in the room, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Falconet nodded slightly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to rise slightly, barely perceptible.

He finally said, “Qin Yang, your idea is very unique.

But you have to know that there are too many variables.

Although Gordon is upright, he is a policeman after all, and his actions are subject to too many restrictions.

And Oswald, he was like a slippery eel, very hard to control.”

There was a hint of worry in Falcone's voice, but also some signs of being convinced.

Qin Yang quickly said: “Mr. Falcone, I understand the risks involved.

But that’s exactly why we need you.

You have the experience and the skills to handle these changes.

You can develop a detailed plan for us to ensure that we can deal with various unexpected situations during the operation."

Qin Yang's eyes were full of trust and expectation, he believed that Falcone had such ability.

Falcone pondered for a moment, then slowly stood up.

His tall figure loomed large in the room, and he walked to the window, gazing at the Gotham sky.

The sky was filled with dark clouds, just as dark and complicated as the current situation in Gotham.

There was a firm determination in his eyes, as if he had made some kind of decision at that moment. Falcone turned around, looked at Qin Yang and said, “Qin Yang, I can consider your plan.

But before that, I need you to do something."

Falcone's voice was steady and powerful, and every word he said was like a bombshell, exploding in the room.

Qin Yang's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Mr. Falcone, please give me your orders."

Qin Yang's heart was full of anticipation. He knew that this was an opportunity, an opportunity to make Falcone completely believe in him.

Falconet said: "I need you to investigate the recent action of the Court of Owls, their goals, action plans, and participants.

I want the most detailed information, only in this way can I judge whether we have enough strength to fight against them."

Falconet's eyes were fixed on Qin Yang, full of testing meaning.

Qin Yang said without hesitation: “Mr. Falcone, don’t worry.

I will definitely complete the task as soon as possible."

Qin Yang's expression was firm and confident. He knew that this was a difficult task, but he also believed that he was capable of completing it.

Falconet nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give you three days.

Three days later, I hope you can show up with the information I want."

Falcone's voice was cold and serious, like a strict examiner giving a candidate a time for the exam.

Qin Yang said: "As for my purpose, I can tell you clearly that I am not interested in your industry."

Qin Yang raised his head slightly, his eyes were clear and firm, like the bright stars twinkling in the deep night sky, without the slightest impurity or hypocrisy.

His expression was serious and solemn, and every feature seemed to speak of the truth of his words.

Her lips were lightly pursed, opening and closing rhythmically as she spoke, and her lips with distinct lines looked like a carefully crafted work of art.

"What I care about is the future of Gotham, and whether this city can get rid of the shadow of the Court of Owls and regain its vitality."

Qin Yang's voice was full of passion, and it echoed in the silent room, as if carrying a power that could penetrate the walls.

As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand, and his arm drew a graceful arc in the air, as if depicting a beautiful future picture of Gotham.

“I hope that through our cooperation, we can achieve this goal.”

When Falconet heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. That surprise was like a ripple that suddenly appeared on the surface of a calm lake, and it quickly spread in his deep and mysterious eyes.

His eyes widened slightly, his pupils seemed to shrink for a moment, and his eyelashes fluttered gently like the wings of a frightened butterfly.

But the surprise was fleeting, and then calm returned, just like ripples quickly returning to the calm surface of a lake.

He looked at Qin Yang again. His gaze was like a sharp scalpel, starting from the top of Qin Yang's head and looking down inch by inch, as if he wanted to dissect Qin Yang's soul.

His eyes stayed on Qin Yang's face for a moment, carefully observing his expression, trying to find a hint of flaw from the subtle changes in his expression.

Then he moved slowly down, examining Qin Yang's body posture to see if there was anything unnatural about him.

It was as if I had truly seen the heart of this young man for the first time. (End of this chapter)