Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 112: Gotham Past

Can Maroni defeat Falcone within the rules of the underworld?
It's hard, very hard.

But what if it is within the rules of the white road?
It's also difficult - but with his help, the jury will no longer be Falcone's one-man show. They can be manipulated by the Godfather and naturally by Maroni - just like Richard Daniel, who was threatened by the Godfather to pass the bank resolution, and was warned by Batman to give up helping the Godfather, and finally simply resigned and left.

That's right, Richard's resignation was caused by both the Godfather and Batman.

Maroni's threats are equally effective, and he can threaten the entire judicial system in Gotham City.

Harvey Dent, like Bruce Wayne, had always been very opposed to the practice of manipulating trials, but the perverted wheelchair man said something to them.

"If an honest official wants to deal with a corrupt official, he must be smarter than the corrupt official. Falcone has already manipulated the rules, and Harvey has no power to correct them. Yet he still wants to follow the rules blindly. This is not integrity and courage, but a one-size-fits-all approach and a refusal to think. If you bang your head against the wall, who will solve the problem?"

"A child needs an adult to help them learn to ride a bike. Why do you expect Gotham to get back on track without help?"

"Father, are we really going to help Harvey Dent?"

Sal Maroni, back at the manor, felt safe and secure, and instead asked Luigi this question: "The Festival Killer is gone. There's no need for us to continue working with those people."

"The Festival Killer is the son of a Roman. Falcone is our enemy. Harvey Dent and Batman saved our lives." Luigi asked. "We are talking about morality and humanity, Sal. It's a good thing that we have allies who are willing to join us in dealing with Falcone. Even if we have to go to war in the future, it will be after we have dealt with Falcone."

"." Maroni was silent for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, and then he slowly nodded.

"Yes, father."

On the other side, Alberto, who was captured by several people, was also confused.

"I don't understand how you can be sure it's me," he said. "I can understand you doubting me, but how can you be sure it's me?"

"Your target is too obvious." Batman replied coldly.

"Except for your case, all the others are either directed against Maroni or in favor of the Romans, and your body has never been found." Ma Zhaodi added, "We suspect you considered finding a doctor to forge your death certificate, but ultimately chose to disappear to prevent anyone else from knowing your secret."

"But these are just suspicions."

"And your marksmanship."

"I'm not a very good shot."

"Your marksmanship is terrible at any shooting range in Gotham City," Batman replied, "but you didn't learn your marksmanship in Gotham."

Alberto was stunned.

"You received a scholarship to Harvard and went on to study at Oxford. Falcone's influence isn't there in Massachusetts, and certainly not in Oxford. You can completely tamper with all your shooting range records in Gotham City, but your shooting record is clearly listed on the leaderboards at the ranges in those two cities."

Batman went all the way to England just to test this possibility? This was beyond Alberto's expectation.

"I didn't expect someone to be so persistent—no wonder Gotham City's vigilantes have changed their ways in recent days."

Having said that, Gordon and Harvey subconsciously looked at the perverted wheelchair man beside them.

"Why are you looking at me? Alberto got lucky today. If I had caught him alone, he would never have the nerve to commit crimes again in his life."

After saying this, Ma Zhaodi drove his ghost-fire wheelchair and disappeared around the corner, leaving behind the Gotham Iron Trio who looked at each other in bewilderment, and Alberto who subconsciously covered his groin.

"Let him go." Harvey shook his head. "Let's catch the Festival Killer first. We have some important work to do this afternoon."

"Mr. Bruce Wayne arranged a conversation in good faith."

The weather was still cool in the afternoon. Although it was summer in Gotham, the thick clouds blocking the sun and the cool rain last night had almost taken away most of the stuffiness today.

At Wayne Manor, Alfred Pennyworth was serving tea to the guests.

"As for my father and the Romans' father, the feud between them happened a long time ago."

Bruce Wayne recalled the incident and slowly narrated it to Harvey and Gordon: "I vaguely remember that it was raining heavily in Gotham that day."

Boom boom boom!
The gate of Wayne Manor was being knocked desperately. The man's movements were very violent, and one could feel from the sound that he must be extremely anxious.

The gate of the manor was opened, and Thomas Wayne couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the person outside.

"Oh my god!"

The man outside the door had a ferocious face and a ruthless look between his brows, but at this moment, he was soaked by the heavy rain, and the panic on his face far surpassed his ferocity, and he was holding a young man in his arms.

Bright red blood stained half of the young man's body. Rain mixed with the blood on his face fell to the ground drop by drop. It was obvious that his condition was not optimistic.

Of course Thomas could recognize who they were, Vincent Falcone, the head of the famous Falcone family in Gotham City. Apart from Luigi Maroni, there was no other underworld giant in Gotham as powerful as him.

The young man in his arms who looked like him was naturally his son, Carmine Falcone.

"Look what they did to my child!" Vincent complained angrily.

"Alfred, come on! Gotta get my medical kit!"

Thomas helped Vincent carry the unconscious young man into the room. Perhaps because he was worried that his son could not be rescued, or perhaps because he was too panicked and needed a channel to vent, Vincent kept talking.

"You have a child too, right, Dr. Wayne? You understand how a father feels, right?"

Thomas did not answer him, but placed the young man on the long dining table by the fireplace, wiped the water droplets and blood stains on his face and body with a towel, and carefully looked at the five bullet wounds on his chest.

"This person should be sent to the hospital." He opened the medical bag and persuaded Vincent beside him: "I can't-"

"No, we can't send him to the hospital." Vincent gritted his teeth and rejected the doctor's proposal: "If I take him to any public place, that beast Luigi Maroni will kill him completely!"

For the sake of his son, this powerful underworld giant lowered his head at this moment.

"Dr. Wayne, you can offer any conditions, I just beg you."

"Save him."

(End of this chapter)