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Chapter 94 Burial

For Maroney, this St. Patrick's Day is indeed bloody.

Not only bloody, but also black.

At this moment, he suddenly recognized the delivery man who had been delivering takeout to this secret hiding place during this period. This man was the waiter who worked in his restaurant that day and received Bruce Wayne.

He had been delivering pizzas to the people in this hideout all week, so he wasn't a holiday killer—because he had only chosen this hideout by rolling the dice the day before and then moved in.

But this person had only appeared twice in his memory, and in the past two days, the psychological trauma he suffered was greater than in the past few years combined; now when he saw this person's face, he would think of his shattered restaurant and his bloodbathed hideout - even if he didn't do these things.

So when he saw the guy holding up the pizza to gesture towards him, he immediately responded reflexively.

"Boss, pizza?"

"roll!"

bang!

Ma Zhaodi looked at the pizza box that was pierced by bullets and shrugged helplessly. Seeing that the rain had stopped, he took out a piece of pizza, put it in his mouth, and rode his bike home.

"Oh, what bad luck! I didn't get to do any missions, didn't even get to sleep in, and had bullet-riddled pizza for breakfast—well, I'm pretty good at it."

Gotham TV was very efficient, and everyone knew the news that the Holiday Killer had struck again from the news program that morning.

Before today, everyone knew that the two major gangs were about to clash, and everyone was more or less mentally prepared for this, but at this moment, these preparations were in vain.

Falcone and Maroni probably wouldn't fight, and the city wouldn't be littered with corpses, but a pile of bodies had already been moved to the cemetery. Even though they were gang members, after seeing this St. Patrick's Day stained with blood, no one cared about this holiday that should have been very lively.

The families of the deceased are heartbroken, Gordon and Harvey are overwhelmed, Maroni is trying to heal his trauma, and the Godfather has lost track of the Holiday Killer again and fallen into a long silence. Everyone in this city seems to be more or less shrouded in the shadow of the "Holiday Killer," unsure whether to look forward to the next holiday.

Three days later, Ma Zhaodi received $100,000 from his supervisor, along with a message: there was no need to work overtime so hard, and it was time to rest at home.

What the hell is overtime? I'm just looking for a part-time job - but Ma Zhaodi certainly wouldn't say that, after all, he really pays a lot.

【Ding】

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Green St. Patrick's Day
Mission Introduction: St. Patrick's Day, originally green, now red - even the legendary Saint Patrick might not have anticipated such a day.

Note: There is tree planting before and Qingming after. The former hopes for new life, while the latter commemorates the passing. The Spring Equinox is approaching, which may be a good time to plant trees.

Status: To be completed (0%)

Reward: Green St. Patrick's Day]

The meaningless task brings the meaningless reward, but the rewards for odd jobs are always quite affordable, so no matter what the reward of the task means, Ma Zhaodi plans to get it first.

At noon, Jason, who was teaching his friends about car mechanics, saw Ma Zhaodi rushing over. He asked him curiously, "Is there anything special going on today? Why did you come so early and even call me to boil some water for breakfast?"

"It's almost lunchtime anyway." Ma Zhaodi shook his head. "I'll rush over to make porridge for you. I have something to do this afternoon, so I can't come over. In fact, I haven't been able to come over these past few days, so I won't be attending class for now."

"What's the matter?" "Planting trees for the dead."

Ma Zhaodi skillfully poured the processed grains into the pot. Jason watched him make porridge and simply gathered around with the other children.

"That sounds interesting."

"It's actually very tiring. Besides, when someone dies, they're dead. A funeral can only comfort the living."

“Can we plant it?”

"Not today. If there's a hot-tempered person pulling out a gun and starting to shoot, I can't protect you."

Ma Zhaodi paused at this point and said, "However, if those people don't draw their guns today, you can call the other kids to come with me tomorrow - this will be of some significance to you."

Three days after St. Patrick's Day, Gotham City, a suburban cemetery.

Under the dark sky, there are messy and sloppy rain lines, stretching from the sky to the ground, endless. People wearing black suits and holding black umbrellas are silently lined up here. No one is talking, and everyone is facing the newly erected tombstones in silence.

This is a lonely and desolate cemetery. Apart from the sound of rain, there are only tombstones and the crowd as silent as the tombstones.

The burial process of the family members has been completed. It is worth mentioning that both the Maroni and Falcone gangs are called "Family". In other words, they advocate a sense of collective honor and advocate the establishment of deeper emotional connections between members.

Although it is called "family", in fact, we are half "family members".

After everyone finished their moment of silence, they quietly walked out of the cemetery, but suddenly stopped.

A man in a black cloak walked past the cemetery gate in the rain and in front of the team of black umbrellas. He walked slowly, holding a shovel in one hand and a cypress sapling in the other.

No one could see his face clearly, but they found that he ignored the Maroni family on the side of the road. He walked to the edge of the woods, put down the sapling in his hand, and began to fill the dug hole with trees.

The atmosphere at this moment was unusually quiet. Everyone watched him walk over quietly, then waved the shovel silently. Beside him, a row of small trees had already been planted.

Who is he? Why is he in the cemetery? And why is he planting trees here?
It was not until he finished filling the tree that a man with a black umbrella in the crowd could not help but take two steps forward, wanting to ask the man a question, but at this time, the man straightened up, walked to the first tree, and patted it gently.

"Richard Daniel." His voice rang out through the rain like a sigh. "Died from a gunshot wound."

"He said, 'In the future, I will definitely marry her and have two children, a boy and a girl.'"

As soon as he finished speaking, the small cypress tree sprouted some green branches, and an owl flew to the branch in the rain and cawed three times.

The man walked to the next tree.

"Johnny Vitti, killed by gunfire."

"He said, 'I've thought more than once if I had gone to court that day and reported my uncle Falcone, would I have a chance to be a good person?'"

"Johnny, there are no ifs in life."

Three more chirps were heard.

(End of this chapter)