Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 129 Iron door, iron window, iron chain, holding the iron window and looking outside

Jenkins was reading the newspaper in the office, and he was not in a very good mood, or rather, in a very bad mood.

"Maroni," he said, his expression changing from gloomy to bright. "How could this happen so suddenly? I finally managed to find such a powerful person—"

"Jingle Bell--"

At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang, so he put down the newspaper in his hand and answered the call.

"Hey?"

"Director Jenkins, an electrician just came into the basement cell. He said Prosecutor Harvey asked him to check the circuits."

Jenkins immediately became nervous: "What's his name?"

"Marcus."

Hearing the name, the tense Jenkins breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let him be." He shrugged. "I know this guy."

In fact, it’s not just knowing.

Harvey had told Jenkins that there was only one surveillance camera in the room, which made him a little worried, so he found a man named Marcus to help him connect two more eavesdropping devices to the circuit in the room. If they were not connected to the circuit, the eavesdropping devices would need to be charged or the batteries would need to be replaced, otherwise they would not last for half a month.

Of course, Jenkins was smart enough to bribe the electrician hired by Harvey. Then, he learned that Harvey had installed three eavesdropping devices in total, which made him initially trust the money-hungry Mr. Marcus.

He commissioned him to disable all three of Harvey's eavesdropping devices and also asked him to help destroy the camera. He did all this in front of Maroni - this act of loyalty was praised and rewarded by Maroni, and his anxiety was completely eliminated.

Anyway, I have this thigh, even if Harvey finds out that my arrangement is ineffective, what can he do to me? Anyway, I can just say it's a circuit malfunction, and Marcus will go along with my story.

He hung up the phone and flipped through a few pages of the newspaper, then suddenly stopped.

"Wait, why do I feel something is wrong?"

At this moment, his phone rang again.

"Didn't I tell him to let him be?"

However, this time it wasn't a call from security.

"Mr. Jenkins." A somewhat sinister voice sounded coldly: "Mr. Maloney sends his regards."

"He asked me to convey his exact words: 'Among my friends, there has never been anyone who dared to betray me, nor have I been a useless waste.'"

"beep--"

The sound of the phone being hung up rang out, and Jenkins slumped in his chair, his face pale and his whole body trembling.

"It's over, it's all over."

"Jingle Bell--"

At this moment, a third call suddenly came in.

Jenkins hurriedly picked up the phone with trembling hands. At this moment, he hoped very much that he would hear Maroni's voice from the phone, so that he would have a chance to explain and beg for mercy.

Unfortunately, the voice on the phone was not Maroni, but Prosecutor Harvey.

"Jenkins, I called you just now, but the line was busy. I guess you've received Maroni's 'greetings'." "Whether it's true or not, remember what I said - if you don't want to die on the streets of Gotham City or in your own bed, don't hesitate, take the evidence of your crime and go to Sheriff Gordon."

"Whether you turn yourself in or become a witness, that's your only chance of survival. Good luck on your journey, Jenkins."

Ever since Harvey's trial, Gotham City has suddenly become calm on the surface, even for more than a month.

Maroni, the Romans, the district attorney, and the Gotham Police Department all fell silent. There was no annexation, no assassination, no gunfight. Only those involved knew what undercurrents were surging beneath the murky surface of Gotham City.

Maroni, who had basically recovered his ability to move, did not have time to retaliate against Vernon and Jenkins before he learned that the two were imprisoned in the Gotham Police Department by Sheriff Gordon. Maroni knew that these two traitors must have completely betrayed him and wanted to turn him into a tainted witness so that he could be protected by the police and avoid the crime of corruption and bribery.

"They wish."

Maroni spat fiercely. If it weren't for the fact that Harvey Dent's lawsuit against him was about to begin, he would definitely choose to deal with these two bastards first.

But it doesn't matter. Even if these two people are there, I can still bribe the court. At most, I will only go to jail for a while, and it won't be too long. My father Luigi will take control of the situation again and get me out.

That's what he thought.

Due to the severe impact and solid evidence, the lawsuit proceeded quickly, but Maroni was not slow either. By the day the court announced the verdict, he had already bribed the court staff - this kind of thing was familiar, and the court staff had no professional ethics, so it was not troublesome.

"Mr. Maloney, you have been sentenced to a long prison term of thirty years for the attempted murder of the District Attorney in court."

"Can you say that again!?"

Maroni stood in the dock, veins bulging on his forehead. He suppressed his anger and asked, "Say it again! How many years!"

I gave him three million! You gave me thirty years!

He clenched his fists and looked at the stiff-faced judge, then looked at Harvey Dent on the other side of the courtroom with a surprised look on his face, and the name appeared in his mind again.

"Carmine Falcone?"

Yes, who else can influence the court’s trial outcome?

"Mr. Maloney!" the judge said sternly. "Please respect the court. This incident has already earned you a thirty-year prison sentence and a substantial fine. If you do something similar again, your sentence will be further increased."

The unwilling Sal Maroni was taken out of court, and Luigi Maroni soon returned to the Maroni family to take charge of the situation.

Several days passed, and Maroni still couldn't get out of prison. Instead, Luigi spent some money and went to the prison to see his son.

Maroni looked depressed, with his head hung, and he quietly apologized to his father, looking like a child who had made a mistake.

"Dad, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you."

"Sal, you bring shame to the Maroni name."

Outside the railing, Luigi, with a head full of white hair, looked at his son and sighed: "I have already checked. Falcone did interfere in this trial. That idiot Harvey Dent was used as a gun - he should have been our gun, do you understand?"

"They captured Alberto, they helped us once, and they were planning to cooperate with us to deal with Falcone. It was such a good situation, why did you go crazy and do something like that?"

"With Falcone obstructing me, I can't rescue you now. Just stay in there and reflect on your actions."

The father and son both sighed across the iron railings.

(End of this chapter)