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Chapter 146: The Justice Trio Using Sons to Fight Their Fathers (Big Boo)

"Alberto, is that you?"

There was a slight, barely perceptible tremor in Falcone's voice, as well as a hint of hope. At this moment when he was isolated and helpless, with almost no family members around him he could trust, he saw a call from his long-missed youngest son. His heart, which had been almost despairing, felt a little hope rekindled at this moment.

Even though he knew that his youngest son was most likely in danger, even though he knew that there might be something wrong with this sudden phone call, he didn't want to think about it anymore at this moment. The only thing he wanted was to confirm the life or death of his beloved youngest son. He was not in the mood to think about anything else for the time being.

The voice coming from the phone made him freeze in his tracks.

Because that was indeed the voice of his youngest son.

"Father, I."

These two simple words made Falcone's hands tremble. He held the phone receiver tightly, as if he was afraid that it would disappear in the next second.

"Son, my Alberto"

At this moment, the voice in the microphone suddenly changed. It was replaced by another person, a person that the Godfather was very familiar with, a person he did not expect, a person he always thought was manipulated by himself and Maroni, a person he thought had been ruled out as a suspect of the festival killer.

"Mr. Falcone, I have something I want to talk to you about."

"Harvey Dent--" Roman's eyes were bloodshot. At this moment, all the clues were instantly connected in his mind, and he thought he had finally discovered the truth of the matter.

He was responsible for all the killings. Harvey Dent was the Holiday Killer. If you think about it this way, the rivalry, the fights, and even today's battles between the two gangs all have their reasons. If you think about it this way, you can understand why your son fell into the hands of the other side. If you think about it this way, you can understand why Harvey, a small district attorney, can be so at ease in the confrontation between the two underworld forces and get the best of both sides.

After the Maroni father and son were shot, the conflict between the two gangs had become irreconcilable, so he did not continue to attack, and the Festival Killer completely disappeared because his goal had been fully achieved.

The furious godfather suppressed his anger and said word by word: "Whatever you want to do, just come to me directly. I can give you as much money as you want. But Alberto is innocent. If you dare to touch my son, you will know——"

"Mr. Falcone, are you mistaken?" Harvey's voice sounded again, this time with a hint of a smile: "I am the District Attorney of Gotham City. I am not a criminal. I will not use violence against innocent civilians, let alone kidnapping or extortion."

Falcone was stunned.

Harvey's words denied all his speculations. He still insisted on his identity as the district attorney and rejected his offer to pay for the ransom. In other words, he was not the holiday killer - at least he did not intend to make this call as the holiday killer.

So, he saved his son accidentally?
"I'm sorry, Mr. Harvey." Falcone's attitude immediately changed. "I apologize for my rudeness earlier. May I ask where you are now? I really want to see my son right away. I think you should understand my feelings."

"Oh, that's exactly what I'm calling about. Mr. Falcone, I have something very important to say about your son. If possible, I don't want the address I'm about to reveal to anyone. In fact, I'd like the rest of this call to be overheard."

The Godfather frowned slightly, but still waved behind him. About half a minute later, the assistant in the room opened the door and walked out, closing the door behind him.

"Okay, Mr. Harvey, you may speak now." "He's in a secret safe house, temporarily detained by the Gotham Police Department, Mr. Falcone," Harvey replied. "I'll tell you the address of the meeting building next. If you want to see him, come and see him after disguising yourself."

"I remind you again, Mr. Falcone, it's best for you to come alone and not let anyone else know about this. This is my advice. If you don't listen, I respect your choice, but please remember that I will not sit idly by and watch illegal acts happen."

What does this mean? Why was my son temporarily detained by the police?

The Godfather was full of doubts, but when he wanted to ask more questions, the other party hung up the phone first.

beep--

Hearing the busy tone in the microphone, the Godfather's expression suddenly became gloomy. Alberto was still alive, which was of course a great thing, but he seemed to be involved in a trouble, and it seemed to be a big trouble that he could not solve with money.

"Detention." Falcone lit a cigar and took a deep drag to help himself focus. "Alberto, what exactly have you been through?"

On the other end, Harvey hung up the phone and nodded to the two people in the room.

Sheriff Gordon on the side looked at Alberto who was sitting at the table. He stayed there quietly with a somewhat empty look in his eyes, as if he was still thinking about the conversation he had just had with his father.

"Alberto, you'll be meeting your father tomorrow. Whatever you want to say, you should think about it in advance. Once you go in, you may not have many opportunities to meet."

"What do you want from him?" he asked. "He's hidden me for so long, keeping me a secret, and now he's suddenly contacting my father—what do you want him to do for you?"

Sheriff Gordon shook his head at this time and answered him.

"It's not 'for', it's 'help'. Your father helps us, and we help him. Ultimately, this is a deal where both sides get what they need. We're not robbers, and our style of doing things is fundamentally different from yours."

After hearing this, Alberto didn't say anything else, and Sheriff Gordon and Harvey left the room one after another.

Outside the room, Ma Zhaodi was waiting bored, holding three paper bags. Seeing the two people come out, he handed them the bags. "Here, a hamburger meal—what did Falcone say?"

"Falcone didn't say anything, but I guess he agreed to the meeting," Gordon replied. "However, I'm still not sure if it's the right time to reveal Alberto."

"If we don't play our cards now, they'll rot in our hands. Old Ma's suggestion is correct." Xavi reached out and took the burger. "Using Alberto here is enough to kill Maroni and Falcone."

Ma Zhaodi added: "Anyway, according to my guess, if you ask Falcone how much he is willing to pay for his youngest son——"

"Maybe it's everything I have."

(End of this chapter)