Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 106 Perfect
This Mother's Day, everyone is busy.

Someone helped Jonathan escape from Arkham; Batman fell into the gas trap of the prison-escaping Scarecrow; Sheriff Gordon and his men chased Bruce until late at night; Harvey was busy collecting information about the connection between Thomas Wayne and the Falcone family in the past; Ma Zhaodi tried out his newly acquired deep sleep skill, hit his head on the sofa, and fell into a deep sleep.

So, what are the Falcone family doing?
Midnight, on the Gotham City Bridge.

A burly figure grabbed the man in a black suit and lifted him up with one hand like a chicken.

"What's your name?" asked the burly woman.

The unfortunate man, lifted up, struggled with great difficulty, looking down at his feet. He was now high in the air, beneath him was icy water. If he was lucky, there was a small chance he would survive the fall; but if he was unlucky, he might break his cervical vertebrae, limbs, or spine the moment he hit the water, and eventually drown. If he was unlucky, his head would hit the water first, and he would die unconscious.

"Gunsmith, that man's called Gunsmith!" He immediately started talking like a bamboo tube pouring beans: "He said he would make a gun every month-"

"A custom-made .22 pistol!"

It is obvious that compared to the immature Batman, the Falcone family is more familiar with the circulation of all guns in the city.

"What's the address? Tell me the address and I'll let you go."

"Tang, Chinatown Zhuangjia Teahouse, please, let me go."

Sophia sneered and let go of her hand.

"Ahhh-"

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A dull sound of someone entering the water was heard. Sophia was not interested in staying here to observe whether a small follower was dead or not. She got in the car with other family members and headed straight for Chinatown.

In the middle of the night, the Zhuangjia Teahouse with a Chinese sign stood quietly on the street. The black car fleet of the Falconet family all turned off the lights. Sofia bent down, and her tall figure moved without making much noise. She picked up the gun, touched the back door of the teahouse, opened the door lock with a hairpin, and then rushed in quickly.

In the dark shop, there was only a little moonlight shining in from the open door, which became the only source of light. In the dim light, Sophia seemed to see something shining on the ground. The color was a little dark and a little red.

No, it smells of blood.

Sophia immediately tightened her grip on the gun and reached for the light switch in the store.

With a click, the white light suddenly illuminated the entire teahouse, workbenches filled with guns and machine tools, walls full of ammunition, blood on the floor, a fat man lying on the ground, a baby pacifier and a .22 pistol on the ground, and a bright Mother's Day flower basket.

Sophia gritted her teeth secretly. The gunsmith was caught off guard and was shot dead by his regular customer. All the weapons in the room were not used at all. Otherwise, the two of them could at least have confronted each other for a while.

She searched the store carefully, but there was nothing else of value here. In the end, she could only leave Chinatown depressed with other family members.

The next day, the Festival Killer was once again featured in the Gotham Daily News. The children took a cypress sapling and quietly planted it in the woods outside the cemetery.

It's worth mentioning that the man who fell into the water was lucky enough to survive, but unfortunately, Batman had a heart-to-heart talk with him that night - he confessed very readily, after all, first time is first time, second time is first time. Back in the Batcave, Batman carefully considered the information he had found in Chinatown. This man was very secretive, and even the spies living in Chinatown could hardly tell this mysterious employer anything. But the fact that he was "flawless" was itself a kind of intelligence.

"Two points are worth noting: first, he didn't kill a mother on Mother's Day, and second, he had been gradually exposed to the truth, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to kill to silence her."

He looked at each case and thought to himself, "He has sufficient investigative and counter-investigation skills and experience. He is likely working in a related field, perhaps as a criminal investigator, a gang member, or a killer."

"He has the ability to access Gotham City's deepest firearms distribution network. Therefore, he must be a local, and a local who knows Gotham very well."

"He is very smart, very smart. It's rare to find a criminal who can commit crimes continuously in Gotham without being caught. Perhaps, he has never shown any criminal tendencies before, or even broken the law."

"His marksmanship is excellent, terrifyingly so. In most cases, the required marksmanship can't narrow down the suspects, but in this case, it can. Whether it's sneaking in and shooting, or taking the enemy by surprise, the target is always within a few meters. This kind of shooting is not very difficult and anyone with a sufficient foundation in marksmanship can do it. But massacring Maroni's hideout—this is definitely not something that ordinary people can do."

"He hates the Gotham gangs, the Falcone family, the hired Irish gang, the youngest son who doesn't interfere with the Falcone family business, the Maroni family, and anyone who might expose his identity. He will kill them all."

"He knew Alberto, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to approach him so easily. But he didn't know Johnny Vitti, otherwise there would be no need to risk being exposed and sneak into his house."

Then, his eyes turned to the two unusually conspicuous victims.

"The Irish gang, this small gang is almost like mercenaries. It's just a knife that anyone can use. Why kill them?"

"Alberto Falcone, why him? Cara Vitti was also on the ship that night. If we want to attack the Romans, then wouldn't someone who manages part of the family business and is also Falcone's sister be a better target?"

If we don't deduce it from the perspective of interests, then all that is left is vendetta.

"The Irish gang has done a lot of things, the most recent of which was to blow up Harvey's house."

"Alberto can't understand. He has almost no enemies and no vested interests. Killing him will only make the Romans sad, and it will serve no other purpose."

"The murderer was the Roman's mistress?"

This inference that suddenly popped up in his mind made Batman's mouth twitch. For the first time in his life, he suspected that his mind might not be so clear.

But no matter what, he still included this matter in his to-do list. Being rigorous in doing things has always been his style.

"I have to check the results and lists of all the shooting ranges, cross-check with local police officers, prosecutors, gang members, and those with high education or demonstrated high intelligence."

"If Harvey copied the first case and only killed the Irish gang once, and the rest of the cases were not committed by him, then the logic would make sense, but I really hope it wasn't Harvey."

"Wait, the hospital has surveillance footage."

Thinking of this, he immediately stood up and walked out of the Batcave.

(End of this chapter)