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He reacted immediately and forced a bitter smile.

That bitter smile was like a broken mask hanging on his face, full of helplessness and self-mockery.

The Penguin said with a wry smile: "Mr. Falcone... why are you here?" His voice was a little hoarse and sounded weak.

Falcone did not answer directly, but walked forward slowly.

Every step he took seemed to carry a mysterious power, making the air around him seem heavy.

He looked at the Penguin with a sharp gaze, as if he wanted to see through the Penguin, from his body to his soul, leaving no corner untouched.

Falconet said in a complicated tone: "Qin Yang found me, he told me about your predicament and asked me to help."

There was a hint of emotion in his voice, as if in this complex Gotham City, such requests for help and assistance also had a different meaning.

When the Penguin heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

His eyes widened instantly, and his originally dim eyes seemed to be injected with a bright light.

Then there was deep gratitude.

His lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say something but seemed so moved that he didn't know where to start.

Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, it was Qin Yang who saved his life.

The Penguin Man said gratefully: "Qin Yang...he is indeed a trustworthy person.

But... Mr. Falcone, why are you helping me? Aren't you afraid of offending Fish?" There was a sense of curiosity in his voice, and at the same time, he was exploring the deeper meaning behind Falcone's decision.

Falcone smiled slightly, and that smile was like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, which showed both recognition of the Penguin's intelligence and a deep insight into the situation in Gotham.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the wrinkles on his face moved with it, as if the years were telling a deep story.

Falcone said calmly: “Oswald, the situation in Gotham is far more complicated than you think.

Although Fish is powerful, she is not untouchable.

As the overlord of Gotham, I naturally have my own considerations."

The voice was calm and steady, as if he was describing a plan that had already been planned out.

The Penguin nodded, his head like a heavy weight, moving up and down slowly but steadily.

There seemed to be a hint of enlightenment in his eyes, as if he saw the power game hidden behind Gotham through Falcone's words.

He knew that the reason why Falcone helped was not only because of Qin Yang's request, but also because he saw the potential of the Penguin as a force that could not be ignored.

Penguin said firmly: “Sir Falcone, I owe you my life.

If I can leave here alive, I will use my wisdom and strength to serve you."

Although his voice was weak, it was full of firm determination, like a vow issued in the darkness.

Falconet nodded with satisfaction, a look of relief in his eyes, like a chess player seeing a chess piece in his layout begin to play a role.

Then he turned and looked at the river. His gaze was deep and distant, as if he could penetrate the cold river water and see the secrets hidden at the bottom of the river.

Falcone said calmly: “Now, what we need to think about is how to get you out safely.

Fish's pursuers will soon catch up with us, and we can't stay here for long."

There was a sense of urgency in his voice. Although it was still steady, it was like an undercurrent surging beneath the calm sea before a storm.

The Penguin looked around, his eyes quickly scanning his surroundings.

He saw the rugged rocks by the river, like ferocious monsters; he saw the dark woods in the distance, like an unknown dark abyss.

Hearing the footsteps of the pursuers getting closer and closer, the sound roared in his ears like thunder, and he couldn't help feeling anxious.

The Penguin said anxiously: "Then what should we do? The river is freezing cold, and swimming across is almost impossible."

There was a sense of despair in his voice, and the cold river water seemed like an insurmountable chasm of death.

Falconet smiled slightly, and there was a mysterious air in his smile.

He took out a small waterproof bag from his arms, which was glowing faintly in the moonlight.

His movements were slow and solemn, as if he was performing a sacred ritual, and then he handed it to the Penguin.

Falcone handed it over and said, “There are some things in this waterproof bag that will help you get out.

Although the river water is cold, it is not your only way out.

You have to know that in Gotham, sometimes things that seem hopeless actually hide opportunities.”

There was encouragement in his voice, as if injecting strength into the Penguin.

The Penguin took the waterproof bag, his hands trembling a little, not sure if it was because of the injury or the excitement.

He held the waterproof bag tightly, as if he was holding his lifeline.

With eyes full of confusion and expectation, he looked at Falcone, waiting for his further explanation.

Falconet pointed to a dilapidated bridge not far away and said, "See that bridge? There is a small boat under it. It's not big, but it's big enough for you to leave here.

This waterproof bag contains a key that can open the lock on the boat.

You need to get there as quickly as possible and then leave along the river.

Fish's men won't be able to find you any time soon."

The Penguin looked in the direction Falcone pointed, his eyes full of hope.

The bridge arch looked like a mysterious entrance in the darkness, leading to an unknown safe place.

A surge of excitement surged in his heart. Although his body was still in unbearable pain, the desire to survive made his steps a little firmer.

However, at this moment, the figures of the pursuers appeared in their field of vision.

When the pursuers saw Falcone and the Penguin standing together, they were stunned at first, and then looked alert.

They gripped their weapons tighter and walked more cautiously.

Falconet was not moved at all. He just raised his chin slightly and looked at the pursuers with a majestic look.

There was no fear in his eyes, but rather a sense of superiority and oppression.

Falcone said coldly: "You little bastards, do you want to go against me? Fish never told you that you want to be my enemy."

The pursuers looked at each other in bewilderment. They were obviously afraid of Falco.

One of them who looked like the leader said boldly, "Sir Falcone, we are just following orders. This penguin is the one Miss Fish wants. Please don't make things difficult for us."

Falconet sneered, and his laughter was like a cold north wind that made the pursuers shiver.

He said, "Following orders? Do you think Fish can do whatever he wants in Gotham? I'm going to take this man away today. If you dare to stop me, think about your own fate."

The pursuers hesitated, their eyes filled with struggle.

On the one hand, there is Fish's order, and on the other hand, there is Falcone's threat. They don't know how to choose.

Just as they were hesitating, Falcone winked at the Penguin, signaling him to quickly run towards the bridge arch.

Falcone said calmly: “This is what I prepared for you.

Inside was a dry suit, some food and water, and a map showing a safe route.

You must swim to the other side, where my people will pick you up."

As Falcone spoke, he handed the waterproof bag to the Penguin. His movements were steady and firm, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable power.

The waterproof bag shone slightly in the dim moonlight, and the zipper at the bag was tightly closed, as if guarding the items inside that could bring life to the Penguin Man.

Falconet continued, his voice low and clear, as if carrying a special temperature in the cold night sky: "This dry suit is specially made, thick and warm, and can resist the low temperature brought by the cold river water.

The material of the clothes is very soft. I specially selected it so it won’t cause friction to the wounds on your body.

Although there is not much food and water, it is enough for you to get to the other side.

The food is carefully prepared high-calorie dry food. You can feel the energy slowly gathering in your body after taking a bite. The water is in small sealed bottles, pure and cool.

As for the map, it was made by my subordinate who is best at drawing terrain. Every route and every mark on it is clear and accurate. It is your guide to safety."

The Penguin took the waterproof bag, his hands were shaking a little. The moment his cold fingers touched the waterproof bag, he seemed to feel a trace of warmth from Falcone.

He held the waterproof bag tightly, as if he was holding on to his last hope.

The material of the waterproof bag feels smooth and has a tough texture, as if it is a symbol of tenacious survival in this dark Gotham City.

A warm current surged in his heart, and that warmth slowly flowed through his cold body, dispelling the chill of despair.

He knew that this was the last chance of life that Falcone gave him.

The Penguin said with tears of gratitude: "Sir Falcone... I..." His voice was filled with an uncontrollable excitement and tears were flashing in his eyes. Those tears were rolling in his eye sockets and could burst out at any time.

His lips trembled slightly, and he wanted to say some words of gratitude, but he felt that no words could express the emotion in his heart at that moment.

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Falcone.

Falcone said sternly, “Don’t waste your time, Oswald.

Remember, you are part of Gotham's future.

Your fate should not end here."

Falcone's expression became even more stern, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and his eyes revealed a deep expectation for the Penguin.

His words sounded like an order and an encouragement, echoing on the quiet river bank.

The Penguin took a deep breath, and the cold air entered his lungs, making him shiver.

He nodded vigorously, as if to encourage himself, or as if to respond to Falcone's expectations.

Then he turned and faced the cold river.

The river water shone with a cold luster under the moonlight, like a huge dark abyss, exuding a chilling atmosphere.

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and jumped into the icy river.

The river water surrounded him in an instant, and the biting cold pierced his body like countless needles.

His body shuddered involuntarily, and the wound felt a sharp pain from the cold stimulation.

He swam forward with all his might, and every stroke seemed like a fight with death.

He waved his arms hard in the water, his muscles tensed due to the effort, and every muscle seemed to be under tremendous pressure.

His legs were kicking the water constantly, but the movements were a little clumsy as he had lost his former flexibility due to injuries.

His heart was filled with fear of the unknown and desire for the future.

Fear enveloped him like a shadow in the darkness, the fear of the cold river, the fear of Fish's pursuers, and the unknown situation on the other side.

But at the same time, desire was burning in his heart, a desire for survival, for revenge, and for re-emergence in Gotham City.

There was a determination in his eyes. Although his body was gradually losing consciousness in the cold river water, his will was as strong as steel.

Falcone looked at the Penguin's gradually receding back, his eyes revealing a complex emotion.

He stood on the river bank, his posture upright, his windbreaker fluttering gently in the wind.

Falcone whispered to himself: "I hope this choice is the right one.

Qin Yang, Qin Yang, what do you like about this boy? " His voice was very soft, as if he was sharing his doubts with this cold night.

Falconet raised his head slightly and looked at the night sky. The stars in the sky were twinkling faintly, as if responding to his decision.

At the same time, in a hidden place on the other side of the river, Qin Yang was quietly waiting for the Penguin Man to arrive.

He was in a dense forest. The trees in the forest were tall and sturdy, and their branches and leaves were intertwined to form a natural barrier.

Qin Yang hid behind a big tree, his body pressed against the trunk, the rough texture of the trunk could be felt through his clothes.

His eyes were focused and alert, always paying attention to the movements on the river.

He knew very well that this rescue operation was not only a test for the Penguin Man, but also a test for himself.

He must ensure that the Penguin can escape safely, while also considering how to deal with Fish's subsequent revenge.

His mind was constantly running through all the possible situations, he knew that Fish was a ruthless person, and this rescue operation was undoubtedly a provocation on her territory.

Qin Yang said silently in his heart: "Oswald, this is your rebirth.

I hope you won’t let me down.”

Qin Yang's expression was serious and calm, with a firm belief in his eyes.

His hand unconsciously clenched around the weapon beside him. The grip of the weapon felt familiar and reassuring in his hand.

The night was as dark as ink, and the surface of the river in Gotham City glowed with a cold luster under the moonlight.

Oswald the Penguin, ragged and covered with scars, was struggling hard in the icy river.

His clothes had long been soaked by the river water and stuck tightly to his body. The pieces of clothes swayed with the water flow, like pieces of broken hope.

His hair was also wet and stuck to his scalp, with water droplets constantly sliding down his face, mixing with the sweat and stains on his face.

Every stroke he made seemed to take all his strength.

The Penguin's arms felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every lift and swing required tremendous perseverance.

His paddling movements became slower and slower, and the movements that originally had some rhythm began to become chaotic.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, and every breath was like pulling a bellows, with a hoarse sound coming from his throat. His body rose and fell in the river like a leaf swaying in a storm.

And at the moment when the Penguin was about to give up, a beam of light penetrated the darkness. It was part of the rescue operation carefully arranged by Qin Yang.

The light was very faint, but it was particularly dazzling on the dark river surface.

The light came from a signal light on the other side of the river. The signal light flashed at a special frequency, as if conveying some information to the Penguin Man.

The Penguin Man breathed heavily, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness as he said, "Is... is this the end? I... I don't want to die yet..." His voice was filled with tears, and the light in his eyes became dim.

He felt his body sinking bit by bit. The cold river water kept pouring into his mouth. The bitter taste made him feel nauseous.

Inner monologue Oswald said: Fish, you will never know how much I have paid for this day.

But it seems that my plan has failed.

It's ridiculous that I would end up like this.

My past plans kept emerging in my mind, those carefully planned steps, those ambitious dreams, all of which turned into bubbles at this moment.

The Penguin felt a deep sense of self-mockery, thinking that he was like a clown and was vulnerable in front of Fish.

Just as the Penguin was about to be swallowed by despair, a subtle but firm voice pierced through the cold wind and reached his ears.

Qin Yang said calmly and forcefully through the hidden communication equipment: "Oswald, listen, you haven't lost yet.

I have been watching you and I know every step you take.

Now is the time for you to show your true perseverance.”

Qin Yang's voice had a slight electric sound when it passed through the communication equipment, but it was extremely clear.

There was an unquestionable power in his voice, like a beacon in the darkness, bringing hope to the Penguin.

The Penguin looked up suddenly, his movements slow due to cold and fatigue.

He looked around, his eyes filled with confusion and desire.

His eyes searched in the darkness, trying to find the source of the sound, but there was no one in sight. Yet the sound was so real, as if it was right next to his ear.

The Penguin Man said in astonishment but with a glimmer of hope: "Qin Yang? Where... where are you?" There was a sense of surprise and expectation in his voice, and a spark of hope rekindled in his eyes.

His body seemed to regain some strength because of this glimmer of hope. He tried hard to adjust his posture in the water and tried to swim towards the direction of the sound.

On the other side of the river, Qin Yang saw that the Penguin Man had reacted, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

He knew that this was the most critical moment and he had to give Penguin enough confidence and strength.

Qin Yang spoke to the communication device again: "Oswald, do you see the light on the other side? Swim towards that light, that is the direction leading to safety.

I'll be waiting for you behind that beam of light, and my people are nearby to protect you.

You have to believe in yourself, you can do it.”

Qin Yang's voice became more determined, and his words were like a spell, echoing on the cold river surface.

When the Penguin Man heard Qin Yang's words, he looked towards the other side following Qin Yang's instructions.

He saw a faint but hopeful light, which was like a star of hope in the darkness, bringing him endless motivation.

The Penguin gritted his teeth, pulled himself together, and swam towards the beam of light with all his strength.

His arms were full of strength again, and each stroke was more powerful.

His legs were kicking the water desperately. Although the movement was still a little difficult, it was full of determination.

His eyes were fixed on the beam of light, as if it was the source of his life.

The Penguin kept encouraging himself in his heart: "I can't give up. I want to survive. I want to let Fish know that I, Oswald, am not so easily defeated."

As he got closer to the other side, the Penguin Man could feel that his body had reached its limit.

His breathing became more labored and his vision began to blur.

But his will never wavered. He had only one belief in his heart, which was to swim to the other side.

Qin Yang was on the other side of the river watching the penguin man getting closer and closer, and his heart was filled with nervousness.

He knew that Penguin was in a very dangerous condition and he had to help him as soon as possible.

Qin Yang said to his men around him: "Be prepared. Once he comes ashore, take him to a safe place immediately, keep him warm and give him treatment."

His men nodded one after another; they were already prepared for everything.

Finally, the penguin swam to the shore.

His hands struggled to grab the rocks on the shore. The surface of the rocks was rough and scratched his hands, but he did not feel any pain at all.

He used up his last bit of strength to climb onto the shore, then collapsed to the ground.

Qin Yang and his men immediately surrounded them.

Qin Yang looked at the Penguin Man's exhausted appearance, and his heart was filled with emotion.

He squatted down, patted Penguin's shoulder gently, and said, "You did it, Oswald.

You are a true warrior."

The Penguin Man opened his eyes slightly and looked at Qin Yang. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak because of fatigue.

Qin Yang's men quickly carried the Penguin Man to a hidden tent.

The tent was warm, with a small stove burning and emitting heat.

They laid the Penguin on a soft mat and changed him into dry clothes.

Then they fed the Penguin some hot soup and medicine to help him recover his strength and heal his wounds.

With warmth and care, the penguin slowly regained some consciousness.

He looked at Qin Yang and his men, his heart filled with gratitude.

He knew that without them, he would have died in the icy river.

He struggled to sit up and said to Qin Yang: "Thank you, Qin Yang.

I...I will never forget your kindness."

Qin Yang looked at him with a smile and said, “You’re welcome, Oswald.

This is just the beginning, and we still have a lot to do.”

Qin Yang's voice remained calm as he said, "Don't worry about where I am, the important thing is that you can't give up.

Remember, your destiny is in your own hands.

Hold on a little longer, your salvation is just ahead."

Qin Yang's voice came through the communication equipment, like a ray of light penetrating the darkness, clearly and firmly reaching the Penguin Man's ears.

His voice did not tremble at all, and his calm tone seemed to contain a mysterious power that could calm people's minds.

Every word was like a nail, driving deep into the Penguin's collapsing will.

The Penguin clenched his teeth, clenching them tightly together and his cheeks bulging with force.

The sudden power seemed to reignite the fire in his heart.

There seemed to be a faint flame deep in his heart, which began to burn fiercely under the influence of Qin Yang's words.

He paddled hard, his arms swinging mechanically in the icy water.

Every stroke seemed to use up all his strength. His arm muscles were tense and veins bulged, like little snakes struggling under his skin.

His palms were like two oars, paddling the icy river water with force. The water was separated by his palms, and then quickly closed together on both sides of his arms, making a slight gurgling sound.

Every breath was accompanied by severe pain, but he did not give up.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, and every breath was like struggling to draw air from a narrow gap.

The cold air entered his lungs, like countless icy needles piercing his internal organs.

His throat seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and every exhalation seemed to break through a solid line of defense.

His chest rose and fell violently, like an old bellows, making a wheezing sound.

Inner Monologue Oswald said: Qin Yang... Why do you trust me so much? Don't you know that I have also had the idea of ​​betrayal? But... Now, I am willing to do my best for you, for this trust.

His mind was full of thoughts, and those past ideas were like a group of disorganized flies buzzing around in his mind.

He recalled that in the past, when he had used any means necessary to achieve his goals, the thought of betrayal had flashed through his mind.

But now, in this cold river, on the verge of life and death, Qin Yang's trust was like a beam of warm light, shining into the darkest corner of his heart.

There was a complex emotion revealed in her eyes, including guilt for her past and gratitude for Qin Yang's trust, but more importantly, a firm determination to fight for this trust.

As time went by, the Penguin's physical strength was gradually exhausted, but his will was extremely firm.

His body was like an old sailboat that had been sailing in the storm for a long time. The planks began to rot, the sails began to break, and it could sink at any time.

His arms moved slower and slower, and each stroke became smaller and smaller.

The power of the legs to push off the water became weaker and weaker, and the once powerful legs now felt like two soft noodles.

My vision began to blur, and everything in front of me seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog.

The cold river water was like a huge monster, trying to devour him completely.

Just then, a strong light came from the other side of the river, illuminating the road ahead.

That was the rendezvous point Qin Yang prepared for him.

The light was like a bridge of hope, spanning the dark river.

The color of the light was bright white, like a sharp sword piercing the dark night sky.

The light was so strong that it illuminated the surrounding river water, which sparkled with silver light under the light.

The light was like countless tiny diamonds dancing, bringing a glimmer of life to the cold and desperate river surface.

The Penguin Man used up his last bit of strength and said, "Qin Yang... I... I did it!" His voice was weak and hoarse, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Every word seemed to have exhausted his last breath, trembling and spreading in the air.

His lips had turned purple from the cold, and blood was seeping from his cracked lips as he spoke.

There was a gleam of fatigue and excitement in his eyes; although the light was faint, it was like two small lights in the darkness.

When he finally touched the shore, a pair of strong hands pulled him ashore.

He looked up and saw Qin Yang standing not far away, smiling with approval in his eyes.

In the reflection of the strong light, Qin Yang's figure looked like a tall savior.

His smile is like the spring sunshine, warm and full of hope.

His eyes were full of recognition for the Penguin Man, and the light of approval was like two bright stars.

He stood tall and straight, with a calm and confident demeanor, as if he was the hope in this dark Gotham.

Qin Yang walked forward, handed over dry clothes and food, and said, “Welcome back, Oswald.

You are stronger than I thought."

Qin Yang's movements were very gentle. When he handed over the dry clothes, the texture of the clothes looked very soft.

It was a thick sweater with fine yarn and a deep black color, giving it a low-key and calm feeling.

The clothes still carried the warmth of Qin Yang's body, as if conveying a kind of silent comfort.

The food he handed over was a piece of bread wrapped in cloth, and the aroma of bread filled the air.

It was a piece of freshly baked bread. The crust was baked golden and crispy, and sprinkled with some fine sesame seeds, exuding an enticing aroma.

There is also a small bottle of water next to it. There are some water droplets on the surface of the bottle. That's because the water inside is very cool.

The Penguin Man took the clothes and looked at Qin Yang with gratitude.

At this moment, all the grudges and suspicions disappeared.

His hands tightly grasped the clothes, as if he was holding his new life.

His eyes were full of gratitude, and that grateful look seemed to be able to melt Qin Yang.

He bowed deeply to Qin Yang, his body bent very low, as if he wanted to express all his respect through this action.

His hair was still dripping with water, and the drops fell to the ground, forming a small stain.

The Penguin said with a trembling voice: "Qin Yang...thank you.

You not only saved my life, you saved my soul.

From now on, I am willing to go through fire and water for you, no matter what happens."

The Penguin's voice trembled even more violently with excitement, and every word trembled in the air.

There were tears glistening in his eyes, and those tears were rolling in his eye sockets, ready to burst out at any time.

My body was still shaking slightly, because of the cold and the excitement in my heart. (End of this chapter)