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Chapter 110 Ma Zhaodi Has Not Sleep Yet
Gotham City, midnight, in Ma Zhaodi's cabin.

Ma Zhaodi was awakened from his deep sleep by Batman - this is the special effect of this skill, which greatly improves the sleeping effect while keeping alert.

"Do you believe that I will glue this window tomorrow?"

Batman suddenly appeared in the house and looked at Ma Zhaodi, who was red and warm, but did not answer him.

"There was once a super-fast wheelchair in Gotham City."

"I'm driving it, what's wrong? I'm the one who's been doing everything lately."

Batman paused for half a second as he looked at Ma Zhaodi, who admitted it at Lightspeed and even seemed a little proud.

What are you proud of?
"Vigilance work is dangerous, you shouldn't—"

"Stop." Ma Zhaodi immediately waved his hand: "Who told you I want to be a volunteer police officer?"

"Who would go out and play with people in the middle of the night if they could just stay home and sleep? Do you think that's fun?"

Batman looked at Ma Zhaodi, who had a serious face but was trying hard to keep his mouth shut with a constipated look, and remained silent.

Others may not be happy, but Ma Zhaodi may be really happy.

"The key is that in the middle of the night, there are always plants and animals yelling in my ears, saying there's a gunfight over here, there's an ice vendor over there, there's a robbery somewhere else, and criminals are trying to kill people - I want to sleep, but who can sleep in this situation?"

He could talk to animals. Batman had an idea and wrote down this new information in his little notebook to make a countermeasure plan.

"Though those sounds aren't loud, they're still noise, you know? There's a quote that could be on the list of idiots: It's not the loudest noise that's considered noise, it's the noise that's annoying. Have you ever heard your roommate get up in the middle of the night and flip through a book? If that sound was replaced by the sound of a keyboard, I could sleep through it until noon the next day."

Batman fell silent again, because when he was in school, he always bought a house next to the school, and he had never heard the sound of his roommates turning pages of books.

Sometimes it's not a good idea for the person being interrogated to talk too much.
"Anyway," Ma Zhaodi concluded, "since you're back, I don't have to get up in the middle of the night to do anything. Now I'm going to sleep, and you should go to work—go work!"

The white-chinned Batman, dressed in black, ignored his infernal joke and continued, "One more thing."

"what's up?"

"That quick regeneration ability you used when you were fighting the Joker—I need it for a plan."

"Fruit candies." Ma Zhaodi casually pulled a few out of his trouser pocket and threw them over. "Who are you fighting with? Why are you making such bad preparations?"

"You also mentioned a cross—"

"That one's gone now. It was broken when I was fighting the clown," Ma Zhaodi replied. "But there are similar things, but they're not as effective—so what are you going to do?"

"I'll tell you when the plan is almost underway."

As soon as he finished speaking, Batman disappeared into the darkness.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Sheriff Gordon seems to feel that the prisoners who had broken bones in Gotham City Prison recently all had a sense of peace, joy and tranquility, as if they cherished the time when Batman returned very much.

At the same time, the perverted wheelchair man who was hanging people all over the city finally disappeared, and Gotham City returned to its former tranquility, which made him feel much more at ease.

But his peace of mind didn't last long, because Batman approached him. "I have some ideas about the holiday killer—it's June, Father's Day is coming, and I have a plan."

Sergeant Gordon took a long drag on his cigarette.

"Thank God," he said. "That's the least upsetting news I've heard in days."
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It rained the night before on Father's Day in Gotham City.

Two figures walked in the lush orchard. After last night's rain, the red and green colors here looked more vivid and lively.

"Carmine Falcone."

The burly, white-haired old man reached out and cut off a bright red fruit, still adorned with transparent raindrops. "I should have eradicated that idiot years ago. He was shot five times in the chest, yet he still managed to survive. If he had died, things would have turned out differently."

Sal Maroni stood aside, looking at the white-haired old man respectfully, because this man was not only his father, but also the previous head of the Maroni family. When Sal and Carmine were young, the two people who were powerful in Gotham City were none other than Luigi Maroni and Carmine Falcone's father, Vincent Falcone.

It was Sal and Carmine who took over the power of the Mafia from their fathers, Luigi and Vincent, and grew into the Maroni and Roman of today.

Thrall continued his father's words, "Because of that idiot Festival Killer, all my trusted men were killed. Father, how should I deal with this mess?"

"You have to act like a man."

Luigi's face showed murderous intent: "The key to this matter is still Falcone. Before he can deal with you, you must first deal with the Romans."

At this moment, the hyena in the orchard suddenly raised its head and sniffed at a bush, as if it had sensed something.

bang! bang! bang! bang!

Four gunshots suddenly rang out from among the bushes. Luigi and Sal immediately covered their chests in pain. The shooter's shooting was extremely accurate. The four bullets hit the hearts of the two heads of the Maroni family at such a fast speed that they didn't even have time to pull out their guns.

The black hounds howled as they chased towards the orchard gate, where a figure wearing a windbreaker and a hat flashed by.

Behind the bushes, a tie for his father, a .22 pistol, a baby's pacifier and four metal bullet casings lay quietly on the ground.

"Kill them."

The man running out of the Maroni family orchard thought, I've finally killed them.

Easy and expected.

The two Maronis and a group of core leaders of the Maroni family are all dead. From today on, the Maroni family will be officially erased from Gotham's history - I finally ended the family feud that lasted for generations for my father. From now on, the Falcone family will unify the underworld of Gotham, and the Romans will become the most deterrent name in Gotham City.

At this moment, he almost wanted to laugh out loud in his heart. An ordinary, inconspicuous marginal character, stirring up trouble in Gotham City, attracting the attention of thousands of people, and directly destroying an underworld family - this is the life I want.

Hmm? Weird, what's that sound?
He turned his head and saw a dazzling colorful light coming towards him with cheers.

The cheers seemed to contain four parts excitement, three parts happiness, two parts relaxation and one part nostalgia.

What the hell do you miss?
"That's a glowing wheelchair?!"

(End of this chapter)