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Chapter 124 Trial (Happy Lantern Festival)
【Ding】

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"Wha, what the hell?"

Ma Zhaodi, who was sleeping, suddenly started awakened by the system prompt sound.

He looked up at his watch. It was exactly six in the morning and it was still dim, so he couldn't help but complain.

"Tongzi, although Lao Ma is happy with the new odd jobs you gave him, he doesn't like the time you spent on the odd jobs."

"It's only six o'clock now. I went to bed at one. You know how much five hours of sleep means to a child—Oh, I have deep sleep. But you shouldn't wake me up at six o'clock. Can't you let me sleep a little longer?"

[Received a request to "sleep a little longer" and is deleting the virtual reality tactical game in the system]

"Oh, no, no, no, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, brother. That tactical game is quite fun—no, it's quite helpful in training my combat abilities and tactical planning. Don't delete it yet."

Ma Zhaodi has had more training time recently, but few opportunities for actual combat. He specifically found a virtual reality game in the system, which he could enter and train in while he slept at a price of ten US dollars in asset points per hour.

The game content includes fighting, shooting, group battles, stealth, etc., and you can also spend asset points to simulate designated opponents. The muscle memory formed in it will also be brought into the body after waking up. Ma Zhaodi has been immersed in it every day recently. He adjusted the style to 3D modeling style and then played it as a VR game.

Although being beaten really hurts, this kind of fun VR project is a special attack on otakus, so Ma Zhaodi still enjoys playing it.

[The odd job will start in three hours, please prepare in advance]

【Justice interwoven with black and white
Mission introduction: Sal Maroni is about to accuse Carmine Falcone in court as a witness. One gangster boss uses legal means to drag another gangster boss to his death together - in the pursuit of justice, Prosecutor Harvey has lost too much and learned too much. As the plaintiff today, he will never waste this opportunity.

Note: This is the seed you planted, and now it has grown into a strange flower. Today, you just need to watch this trial quietly - and one more thing, you are not allowed to eat popcorn in the courtroom.

Status: To be completed (0/1)

Reward: Black and white coin - Two-Faced Knight only]

Ma Zhaodi's eyes widened. This was the first time he saw the system give out props directly related to super villains.

However, it was still early, so Ma Zhaodi got up, dressed, and made breakfast. The trial would begin in three hours, and since there was no restriction on clothing, it would make no difference if he wore casual clothes.

Gotham City Courthouse, Underground Prison.

Maroni, holding a cigarette in his mouth, put on a brand new high-end suit, as if he was not going to attend a trial but to attend a banquet full of celebrities. He dressed up leisurely and then walked out of the cell.

Sheriff Gordon walked up and carefully felt through his new suit and trousers to make sure that he was not carrying anything that could be used as a weapon. This was a necessary security step as Maroni would be appearing in court soon.

Several police officers with shotguns surrounded him, one of them holding handcuffs. They were all staring at Maroni and would take action immediately if he made any unusual movements.

"Why are you so serious, Jim?" Maroni said with a chuckle. "Don't you believe me?"

Gordon did not answer him. After completing the inspection meticulously, he signaled others to take him out.

Until the figures of several people walked away, he said lightly to their backs: "I don't believe it." When several people sent Maroni to the front of the court, Vernon in a suit happened to be waiting at the door with a paper bag in his hand.

"Are you Mr. Maloney?" he asked hesitantly. "My name is Vernon Fields, and I work for District Attorney Harvey Dent."

Seeing that the police officers around him just clenched their guns but did not drive him away, Vernon breathed a sigh of relief. His young appearance and identity as a prosecutor were very deceptive, making people subconsciously think that he was not a bad person.

"Mr. Dent wanted me to give you something."

"What's that? Stomach medicine?" Maroni scoffed. "Dent's suddenly concerned about my stomach ulcer?"

Vernon held up the small bottle he had taken out of the paper bag, looking a little bewildered. "Well, well, Mr. Dent just wanted to express his friendship, if you don't want it."

"All right, all right," Maroni replied impatiently. "Just give it to me and get out of here."

He took the bottle of stomach medicine and walked into the courtroom at the urging of the police officer. He looked up and saw a seat. That was the seat of the accused in this trial, and also the seat where Roman should sit. However, Roman always sent only one person to appear in court on his behalf. To this day, the biggest underworld boss in Gotham City has never lost a case. This can only be said to be a kind of black humor.

At this time, in the Romans' top-floor apartment, Sofia pushed open Falcone's door.

"Father, they are ready."

"Well, Sophia, what I told you before—"

"It's done, Father. Maroni is our ally now."

A relieved smile appeared on the Roman's face.

"I believe in you, Sophia. You have always been my most capable right-hand man. I can always be assured of the things I entrust to you."

He walked out of the room and pushed open the door of another room with his daughter. A chorus of several singing voices immediately sounded from inside the door.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you—"

Roma walked into the room with a smile, and Sofia closed the door. There were only a dozen people inside singing birthday songs. Compared with Roma's status, such a grand birthday party seemed a little petty, but in fact, everyone here was a direct member of the Falcone family and the core of this huge machine.

Each of them is a well-known figure in Gotham City and holds some power in the Falcone family.

There were gift boxes of various sizes and bouquets of flowers on the table. It was obvious that everyone had carefully selected a gift for the underworld godfather.

After everyone finished singing the birthday song, a cart carrying a large, luxurious multi-layered cake was immediately pushed out. Beautiful candles were dotted on the cake, and the flickering candlelight looked very beautiful.

"Make a wish, Dad?"

A smile appeared on Falcone's face. He looked at the cake as if he was looking at Gotham City, and no matter in the past or now, he was the one who had the power to divide the cake.

So he made a wish and blew out the candles amid everyone's blessings.

(End of this chapter)