Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 111: Corrupt officials need to be smart, honest officials need to be smarter
"Alberto! Don't run! Run towards the wheelchair!"

The Festival Killer's face under the mask was filled with horror. When he heard Ma Zhaodi's shout, his pace became faster.

What a joke! If I don’t run now, I’ll be hit by the wheelchair.

And where did this unknown guy come from? Why did he know my identity?

However, it was too late. How could human legs outrun a wheelchair moving at super high speed? The Festival Killer only heard the whirring sound of the wheelchair behind him and the man's singing getting closer and closer, until it was almost completely stuck to his back.

"I stumbled towards you—"

thump.

A strong feeling of being pushed on the back came over him, and for the first time in his life, the Festival Killer had the illusion of having wings on his back.

After all, he did fly a short distance.

But he was not injured. A figure flew over and stopped him, and rolled him on the ground several times to dissipate most of the impact.

But Alberto was not in the mood to thank him, because the figure took out a pair of handcuffs after landing and handcuffed him directly to the spot - and he also saw the figure clearly, it was Batman in black.

Alberto's brain was thinking frantically. Ever since he ran out of the orchard gate, all kinds of heavy information began to rush into his brain one after another, which made him completely passive. But he was very smart and it only took him a little time to sort out the current situation.

A stranger driving a colorful high-speed wheelchair shouted out his true identity and sent himself flying. Then Batman caught him and handcuffed him. Excluding the fancy interference elements, he was being waited for by the wheelchair man and Batman. Not only that, his identity was also guessed.

The trap set by Batman was a really good one. He allowed himself to kill the two leaders of the Maroni family, and Gotham City lost a mafia family. Then he arrested the Festival Killer on the spot, and Gotham City lost another pathological criminal.

It's a pity that he shouldn't have arrested me directly, because there are still some people I want to kill, including Carla Vitti, who once tried to challenge the authority of the Romans, and the family insiders who are not completely loyal to my father, and other gangster families who came to Gotham from other places and wanted to interfere.
Oh, what a pity! I wanted to clear more obstacles for my father. I wonder if he would scold me when he comes to visit me in prison.

But if I had to do it again, I might still do the same thing - I am Falcone's son, not a gentle and good boy. I am qualified to stand by my father's side, not someone who happened to be reborn by his side.

Moreover, the feeling of standing in the center of the storm is indeed extremely pleasant. In the past ten years of life, I have never been so eye-catching - relying on my own strength to completely destroy one of the black families in Gotham City. This is a feeling of removing constraints and breaking away from all the restrictions in my life. It is above all the stale and old rules. It is intoxicating and happy.

He appears to be wearing a mask called the Festival Killer, but in reality, he is taking off a mask called "Alberto."

Just relying on the identity of an outsider is enough to completely destroy the sophisticated chess game called "The Sopranos" that is built on bloody rules, human relationships, morality and other black rules - a person who does not follow the rules of the chessboard can certainly gain more advantages than those who abide by the rules.

In a flash, Alberto realized that Batman had already called Sheriff Gordon, but strangely, there was no police car around.

"They still have a use for me," Alberto immediately concluded.

Then, two unexpected figures appeared before his eyes.

"Bah! Those Falcone kids are really no good!"

"I should draw my gun and kill you now!"

White-haired Luigi and black-haired Sal, the two generations of the Maroni family's leaders, came over cursing, their clothes ripped open, revealing the Kevlar bulletproof vests underneath. "Damn it! I almost died at the hands of that little bastard!"

Maybe the Maroni family can indeed get bulletproof vests, but the two pieces in front of them are obviously from the police station, and the police logo on them is very conspicuous.

"Hold."

Alberto, who had been relatively calm just now, couldn't help but curse at this moment. He realized at this moment that he had underestimated Batman's paranoia. He would never condone the criminals being killed in front of him. As long as the person was alive, he would never watch the other person die - even if they were gangsters with bloody hands like Sal and Luigi.

Asking them to wear bulletproof vests in advance means telling them the plan in advance, which adds unnecessary risks to the plan. It is necessary to prevent them from secretly deploying people after learning about the movements of the holiday killer, and to prevent them from revealing flaws in their daily lives.

As long as Alberto noticed that there were unnecessary arrangements around the assassination target, or realized that the two were pretending to fish, he would be able to escape today - this is also the reason why Sheriff Gordon was not sent to lead the team.

"You're a complete lunatic—you wouldn't have to go through all this extra work if you'd just let them die! Did it ever occur to you that I might get the head on?"

"Given the caution of the father and son, you wouldn't have gotten that close—and you were equally cautious, so you only chose the torso, which was easier to hit, and fired twice. But I didn't expect you to actually choose to kill both father and son on Father's Day. We thought you would only kill the father."

Ma Zhaodi walked over while explaining, but he was wearing a black robe at this time because he didn't want to be remembered by Alberto.

"What if? If I had aimed at the head, they would be dead by now."

"Then you should really aim for the head, little bastard." Luigi sneered.

Ma Zhaodi shrugged. If he really aimed at the head, even if he hit it, he would find that the bulletproof vests of the Maroni father and son were not the strongest insurance measure.

【Life Grilled Mushroom Skewers

Price: $5,000

Note: I don’t want to eat durian anymore. —Link]

The effect of the mushroom string is to increase the one-time health limit by 8 points. If we use this value to compare with ordinary people, ordinary people only have 1 to 2 health points. In other words, this string of mushrooms can make a person's vitality reach the cockroach level in a short period of time.

The Maronis didn't know why there was an extra skewer in their breakfast, but they really liked the fragrant mushroom dish. Batman watched them eat two mushroom skewers with his own eyes.

At this time, Harvey Dent and Sheriff Gordon also arrived at the scene.

"As we agreed before, Mr. Maloney, you have to lend us a hand."

"Of course," Sal Maroni replied, "I will help you accuse the Romans—"

"And bring down the Falcone family."

PS: The 30% share of ios is really cruel. Last month, the boss took 1,000 yuan from me (thank you very much). I was happily waiting for the 500 yuan share from my daughter. But this month, after I saw the apples, I only had less than 300 yuan left.
(End of this chapter)