Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 121 Treat, Kill——Why did you surrender directly?
In the prison, Maroni turned around and looked at Vernon who was standing respectfully outside the door.

"Mr. Maloney, someone wants to see you."

"Vernon, I should have said, don't let boring people bother me."

"Sir, that's the man you asked me to see before."

After hearing what Vernon said, Maroni suddenly remembered that he had indeed told Vernon something a few days ago.

"Then please ask him to come in."

Harvey raised his hand and glanced at the time on his watch so that he could intercept the recording later. Although this method of collecting evidence was not legal and the recording could not be used as evidence, he could still analyze some important information from it.

A moment later, the flattering voice of an adult man rang out from the phone.

"Mr. Maloney, I heard from Mr. Vernon that you wanted to see me."

"My friend," Maroni replied, "I don't just want to see you, you want to see me too—what's your name?"

"Jenkins, Mr. Maloney, my name is Cary Jenkins."

"Oh, Jenkins." Maroni laughed. "I like your name. I think we could be friends, don't you think?"

"Of course, Mr. Maloney—it should be an honor to have a friend like you."

"Very good, very good, Mr. Jenkins. I, Maroni, never treat my friends badly. My dinner will be delivered from the restaurant soon, Vernon. Ask them to send two bottles of fine red wine and the bag as well. Mr. Jenkins, how about we talk while we eat?"

"You'd be glad to see me, Mr. Maloney."

Harvey listened to the conversation between the two with an expressionless face. He had long expected that the prison would have extremely limited restrictions on people like Maroni, and he also guessed that he might be living a good life in there. In fact, if it were not for dealing with the Romans, Maroni would never have been able to enter the prison.

But it doesn't matter, he thought, if Maroni hadn't been dealt with by Falcone, he wouldn't let him go either.

"Everyone has to die. Sooner or later."

The voice from the other end continued to come from the phone. Vernon worked quickly, and Maroni's restaurant was also efficient. After a while, the sound of three people toasting each other and clinking glasses came from the other side.

"Jenkins, you're a very talented man. How can someone like you dress so casually? Look at your suit, your watch, and your shoes—the money you make in prison isn't enough to support a family, is it?"

Jenkins subconsciously glanced at his mid-range suit, which wasn't cheap, and quickly realized what Maroni meant. He immediately stopped smiling, sighed, and replied, "I just work in the prison. The salary is meager, the income is not high, and life is very tight."

"Oh, don't sigh, buddy." Maroni reached out and patted Jenkins on the shoulder. "Look, Vernon is just an ordinary assistant prosecutor. His life was just like yours before—but since he met my friend, he no longer has to worry about life."

"Brother, look at the suit he's wearing and the gold watch on his wrist. I still say the same thing - I, Sal Maroni, will never treat my friends unfairly."

Looking at Jenkins' eyes gradually lighting up, Maroni smiled. He saw greed in the other's eyes.

Greedier than Vernon. Well, the greedier, the easier to control.

"Vernon, where are the things I asked you to get from the restaurant?" Upon hearing this, Vernon immediately took out a paper bag and handed it to Maroni. After Maroni took it, he took out several stacks of banknotes from it. This scene was somewhat similar to the scene when he recruited Vernon in the restaurant.

Harvey couldn't see what he took out of the bag, but he could hear the crisp sound of the edges of the layers of paper scraping against the ball of his thumb. After a little thought, he guessed what it was.

"Brother Jenkins, consider this as my present—something nice for yourself, and some presents for your wife, and some extra money for the family."

"Mr. Maloney, this..."

"Don't refuse. Friends should help each other. What's so important about this?"

The three of them toasted each other, and Jenkins accepted the money without much hesitation. At this moment, Vernon suddenly sighed.

"Alas, friends should help each other, but Mr. Maloney has been troubled recently, and I can't help him solve his problems. This is really sad."

"Eh? What's troubling Mr. Maloney?"

"Well, it's actually nothing. You know, brother, I'm not one who likes to be restrained. Ever since I entered prison, I see a camera hanging next to my head every day. It's really annoying."

Jenkins immediately understood and even breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just a surveillance, and this request is a trivial matter for him. Maybe Maroni recruited him in order to shelter some prisoners for a long time in the future, or torture and kill some prisoners, but for now, this requirement for surveillance is really easy to meet.

"And then there's Harvey Dent, that jerk who's been hanging around in front of me all day, trying to silence me with surveillance. I, Maroni, don't like being threatened. I really don't like it."

"Mr. Maroney," Jenkins said, "My friend's business is my business. I don't think this annoying surveillance camera will necessarily work. It's been there for so long, and it's possible that the circuitry is broken, it's fallen into disrepair, and the footage might be lost. It won't bother Mr. Maroney any more in the future."

"Oh, really?"

"I promise, Mr. Maloney, it will never bother you again, and I will thoroughly check this prison room to make sure there are no other active surveillance devices inside."

"Brother Jenkins, you are very thoughtful."

The two men laughed heartily, poured expensive red wine into their glasses, and drank it all in one gulp.

In the following time, nothing major seemed to happen in Gotham City, and the bank vault robbery became a new topic of conversation. However, since no money was actually lost and the Scarecrow and the Mad Hatter were caught, this incident was instead promoted as a positive case to prove the professionalism of Gotham Bank and the Gotham Police Department.

Of course, the citizens of Gotham were still talking about reliable gossip - it was said that Batman was the one who arrived that day, because passers-by later saw him interrogating the two criminals on the spot - just as Batman expected, Ma Zhaodi was perfectly hidden.

However, this news is actually more important than most people think because it has a great impact on one person.

"Are you questioning me?"

"Your behavior! Carmine Falcone, I'm questioning your behavior—you hired those freaks to do the job, and it failed! This is not our policy!"

(End of this chapter)