Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 148 Leaving a Better World
Falcone had a thousand words he wanted to say, but in the end he said nothing.

He couldn't persuade Alberto at all, and after his son firmly declared, "I am a holiday killer," he could only leave the room sadly.

"That's the whole story, Mr. Falcone." Sheriff Gordon shook his head and locked the door with his key. "The Maronis worked with us to set a trap, and we finally managed to capture your son red-handed. After discussing it with Prosecutor Harvey, we decided to temporarily hide Alberto to prevent him from being killed in the police station by the angry father and son, or by the Maroni family's assassins."

Falcone raised his head and looked at Gordon, whose words seemed to be friendly, but also threatening.

We can take your son to the police station right now to prepare for prosecution, and even allow you to manipulate the court directly, adjust the trial results and bring him home, but how can you be sure that he will not be killed directly by the angry Maroni father and son?
Don't forget, Harvey Dent had already experienced extreme retaliation from Maroni in court, and he didn't shoot the Maronis with a .22 pistol - and if they tried to touch your son, he would definitely not live to see the trial.

There's no point in negotiating this.

"Mr. Falcone, Sheriff Gordon actually saved your son's life. Glaring at him won't change that fact."

Harvey stepped forward and spread his hands. "Right now, the most important thing is how to protect your son and the subsequent conviction. With the number of lives he's taken, it's unlikely he'll ever be released from prison. You should be thankful that our state doesn't support the death penalty yet, otherwise he'd probably be in the gas chamber."

Falcone looked grimly at the two men in front of him, their voices echoing in unison. A thought flashed through his mind, causing him to instinctively reach under his windbreaker. While he wasn't in the habit of carrying a bulky submachine gun, a pistol and a grenade weren't difficult to conceal. And, coincidentally, Harvey hadn't searched him when he entered.

"I advise you to keep this game within the courtroom." A third voice suddenly rang out from the darkness. "Once you start a war with the Gotham Police Department, Alberto's life will be completely ruined. No matter where you take him, I will bring both of you back to Gotham City for trial. And right now, you'd better not even try to draw your gun."

The Roman was startled, for he recognized the voice.

"Batman"

As if in response to his words, a tall, dark and burly bat stepped out from the darkness. To his left was Sheriff Gordon, stroking his beard, and to his right was Harvey Dent, flipping a coin. Three pairs of eyes stared straight at his face, and under the basement light, the three faces were covered in large shadows, appearing particularly eerie and terrifying.

"Mr. Falcone, what do you think?"

"." Falcone's face turned pale. It was the first time in his life that he was threatened like this. But after calming down for a moment, he had to take back his hand that had reached into his windbreaker.

"You captured Alberto and hid him for such a long time, and now you suddenly come to me. Of course, it can't be just to notify the prisoner's family. Tell me, what do you want?"

Harvey and Gordon looked at each other, and there was a hint of joy in both of their eyes - it was done.

By the time the Godfather returned to his apartment, it was already dusk. It happened to be late autumn. The turbid golden light shone through the dark clouds onto his body, but he could not feel much warmth. Instead, a biting cold wind swept by, carrying away pieces of withered yellow leaves.

The Godfather recalled the conversation between them, and his heart felt like the late autumn at that time, a little lonely and a little tired.

"Mr. Falcone, let's be frank. Gotham City has been turned into a city of sin by your family and Mr. Maroney's family. Whether you did it on purpose or not, the order of Gotham City has deteriorated rapidly over the years. Judiciary corruption, rampant bribery, poverty and disease are rampant. I know you have always been indifferent to these accusations, but Prosecutor Harvey and I are not going to sit idly by." Upon hearing this, Falcone clenched his fists. He really wanted to pull out a gun. After so many years, almost no one in Gotham City dared to speak to him in such a questioning tone - except for Batman.

Harvey, standing by, seemed not to notice his expression and continued, "You've met Alberto, and you know Sheriff Gordon and I weren't lying. Maroni and Luigi can't sit idly by and let the Festival Killer who attacked them and massacred members of the Maroni family continue to live; but you can't let your young son die at the hands of the two of them—only one of you can survive."

The Godfather still didn't speak, but looked at the two of them coldly.

"We don't want to sow discord, but the fact is, if you two tigers fight each other, both will suffer losses, and that's the outcome we want to see."

"You want Alberto to inherit the Falcone family with a clean record. We can agree to this request. We won't prosecute him for the crimes he committed. We can just put him in jail in Wayne Prison. This will punish him in substance, but his name will remain untainted. Consider this, Roman."

"If we follow the normal trial procedures, he might never be released from prison. But as his father, you can reduce his sentence. All you have to do is promise to help us eliminate Maroni and assist us in implementing the Gotham Rehabilitation Plan."

"We want a new Gotham, a Gotham City without the mafia. If you help us execute this plan, it will work."

"Distribute all your wealth, Mr. Falcone. Discard all the ill-gotten gains you've taken from Gotham, and allow the Falcone family to start anew. When this plan is complete, you will go to prison, and your son Alberto will be able to return and start a new life. We promise to support the reformed Falcone, so that this family name can once again stand in the light of day and be passed down with dignity."

"You've gone to great lengths to clear your family name, haven't you? Mr. Falcone, this is your best opportunity. Sincerely atone for your sins and restore the order you've destroyed, and you can help your son become a better man."

"Or rather, what kind of Gotham do you want to leave for him?"

"What kind of Gotham do I want to leave for him?"

Roman stood at the window of his apartment, muttering to himself at the dim sky. If he were the old him, he would probably be furious at such conditions.

My underworld family's business has been passed down for generations, and you want me to give it up on my own initiative with just a few words?
but.
He thought of his youngest son, his loyalty to him, his love for him, and his original intention to clear the family's name.

Falcone is not a brainless gangster. He knows that the tide of the times is coming; he knows clearly what will be eliminated and what can survive.

After weighing the pros and cons, the Godfather decided to first learn about Wayne's private prison.

PS: I will post one chapter first, and the next chapter will be released later. I have to open a new copy and I am a little stuck.

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