American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

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"It was an afternoon thirty years ago, and I got on a train to Santiago, where I was going to do business with Mexicans, and on the train, an Italian approached me, and he said his name was Rich and he was from Sicily. Island, we chatted for a while in the car..."

In the study room of Falcone Manor, the old godfather's voice sounded like a faded record. The sun shone into the room through the heavy curtains, and it became a little dim. Schiller did not sit opposite him, but sat on the other side. on the sofa, cut a cigar with a cigar cutter.

The thick smoke of the cigar is like the layers of clouds and waves on the sunset skyline. Between the surging smoke, some shapes that make people feel infinitely reverie drift away, like the realist oil painting unique to the last era.

Accompanied by the clanging sound of the train passing the rails, the whistle stretched, and a man with dark brown hair was sitting in the middle of the train car reading a newspaper.

"Katsa" sounded, the door of the compartment was opened, and another man in a long trench coat took off his hat and put it on his chest. He bowed his head to one side, greeted the people inside, and said in Italian: "Hello, Fa. Mr. Arcone, my name is Rich, and I'm from Sicily."

Young Falcone took down the newspaper in his hand, looked at Richie who entered the compartment, and said in Italian, "Hello, Richie, are you here for me?"

Falcone's Italian accent is completely different from Ricci's, his tone is always down, the only thing he has taken from his home city of Rome, which makes his tone sound a little cold. .

Richie didn't care, he walked across to Falcone and sat down, then said, "I heard you're coming from Gotham and want to go to California, and I took this train to find you. "

Ricci has blond hair and brown eyes, and his cheeks are sunken. His face looks like a typical southern Italian. He bowed his head, showing a low attitude, and said to Falcone in Italian: "Sir, I have come to ask for your protection, the Rich family has nowhere to go."

Falcone looked at him silently. He stroked the edge of the newspaper's crease with his fingers. Ritchie put his hat on the table and said, "My family and I were involved in a dispute in Chicago. A British old man from the west coast cheated us with two depleted mines and made us owe a lot of money to Fidelio in Chicago."

Richie raised his eyes and looked at Falcone with his brown eyes, but he didn't see any emotion in the young gang leader's eyes, which made his next words all the more unconvincing.

"The Rich family is unable to repay this debt, but the responsibility is not on us. The cunning Englishman has left here, and we can't explain to Fidelio why we still haven't paid..."

"Under the Falco cabinet, my family and I have heard that you are well-known on the East Coast. We can only come to you to find a way out. Fidelio is just a dog of the head of the Chicago Mafia..."

"I beg you, Your Excellency, save us, the Rich family is willing to pay any price for this..."

The young Falcone put the newspaper in his hand beside the seat, leaned back in the seat, looked out the window at the receding scenery, and said in indifferent Italian: "Fidelio does not What, he's just a little **** from Ragusa, and if he didn't have his wife, he'd be still on the dock, hanging out with those rambunctious people."

"But you, Richie... how do you prove that you are more valuable than Fidelio? Fidelio has a father-in-law who is willing to help him, but what about you? Your Richie family is also a wharf smuggler, isn't it? ?"

Falcone put an arm on the table, moved his fingers, looked at Rich and said, "Most of the Sicilians who came to the east coast with you have their own livelihoods in the city, Only you, still a stray dog ​​on the east coast..."

"We all know why you got scammed by the British, because you were so eager to join Chicago, to get yourself a doghouse in town, and when you got kicked out, you came to me again, wanting to join my brother Tan..."

There was a hint of embarrassment on Richie's face. Anyone who was exposed like this would feel that it would be hard to save face.

But what Falcone is saying is the truth. Several families who came to the East Coast at the same time as Richie are now developing vigorously in the city. They are the only ones who, after a series of blows, do not even have a stable place to live. , can only nest in the hotel in the train station.

"Your Excellency, I said, I am willing to pay any price for your acceptance, as long as you can save me and my family, I will let you send..." Richie lowered his head and said.

Falcone took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, he pulled one out of it and squeezed it in his hand, Richie stood up and leaned over to light it for him. candlelight.

"Fidelio is a good dog, and I hope you are too, Richie."

Richie bowed his head, kissed the back of Falcone's hand that wasn't holding the cigarette, and said, "As you wish, Your Excellency."

The smoke of the cigarette is more like the incense thread rising from the birds in the temple. After the first bit of rich milky white rises upwards, the smoke gradually disperses and floats into a white gauze.

The window frame of the train window framed the silhouettes of the two men into an oil painting. With a click, the door of the carriage was closed, and no one listened to the secret conversation inside. The old godfather didn't want to repeat it, he just commented. :

"Over the years, many people have come to beg me, and many of them are very unpleasant. They come to me to do business with a lot of money, but I am not a businessman, let alone a money killer."

"When Rich came to beg me, he had nothing, but it was okay, I liked his attitude, so we went to San Diego together."

"I've forgotten whether or not my business with those Mexicans was ever negotiated, but on the way back, Richie followed me back to Gotham..."

"At that time, there were no Twelve Clans here, and I was just a leader of Gotham's North District, just a little bit famous..."

"Later, I got bigger and bigger. North District, East District, Central City, Financial Street... In Gotham, many people began to pronounce my name, and more and more people followed me..."

"Professor Rodriguez, human psychology is really a wonderful thing. When Richie begged me in a low voice, in order to save his life, he was willing to pay all the price, even at the expense of his dignity and face."

"But when he followed me to rule the entire Gotham, he forgot all of it, he felt that he was the founder of this cause, and that he, as the first few people to follow me, should share all this glory and power with me. …”

"In the beginning, he looked down on the latecomers. Although they were more useful than him, he still felt that he was an old man. He looked down on the Spencer family from England, the Lawrence family in the salt and iron industry, and even the only one Daughter's Greek..."

"Then, he began to rank and order the twelve families, feeling that the first to come should have more rights than the latter..."

"In the end, he even felt that, as Yin Wensi's uncle, he had the right to interfere with his choices and to guide him..."

"Humans always like to be better than others." Schiller's voice sounded along with the light sound of the lighter. He lit a cigar and slowly put it into his mouth.

"A person who has lost everything will be more eager to stand at the top of power and control everything, and if he can't do it in reality, he can achieve self-consistency as long as he psychologically convinces himself that he has trampled many people under his feet."

"And from this, a personality with extreme desire for control will develop, and they will want to control all people who are inferior to them, or who they think are inferior to them, whether it is position, age or generation, or even Height, build, appearance..."

"They can get spiritual happiness from belittling and controlling others. When they get used to this way of doing things, everything will start to deviate from the original trajectory, and they will become extraordinarily arrogant and daring, as long as their desire for control can be satisfied. , they dare to do anything..."

"But he's not smart." The old godfather continued, "I knew from the first time I saw him that he wasn't smart enough."

"But at the time, I didn't care because all I needed was a dog, the louder he barked the better, to show the neighbors that I picked a good dog..."

"But after so many years, when he wanted to be the master, he chose to put his youngest daughter on Yin Wensi's bed. The girl he taught was too stupid and wanted to win over the new godfather with her beauty and love. …”

"It should be Alberto who slept with him?" Schiller asked. "Yin Wensi doesn't like to walk among women."

"Yes, Yin Wensi is more like his mother, stubborn, single-minded, and clean, and Alberto...he is more like me, he doesn't care about these things."

Schiller shook his head and said: "No matter what, Richie made a bad move, even if his daughter is as beautiful as a fairy, he can't shake Alberto. To be honest, even Yin Wensi would not be like this. ."

"Indeed, but I'm tired of his stupid tricks again and again. Letting him die at the hands of a mysterious serial killer is the most decent way I can give a dog."

"I want to thank the serial killer, or else ~www.readwn.com~ I will call everyone together, dig out those old things and repeat them, and make everyone suffer from his stupid headache, Let the gunman shoot him again, and then I have to listen to the cries of his family and those stupid girls, and I have to clean up the body and attend the funeral..."

The old godfather exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "I don't have much time left. I don't want to waste it on mourning a dog."

"To be honest, the mercenary killer you introduced to me, although the asking price is very expensive, it is quite agile to do it. In this era, such killers with professional ethics are rare..."

"Actually, I'm a little curious, Lord Godfather, why don't you use gang killers, but must go outside to find mercenaries?"

"Those people in the gang, it's okay to let them shoot, set up bombs, or poison people, but let them imitate serial killers and saw people apart, they can't do such **** work, and they will come back like ostriches. Get into the nest and say that I have some mental trauma, and I have to pay them an extra medical bill..."

Falcone showed a look of disgust, he said: "In the second half of my life, my reputation for kindness and tolerance spread so widely that it overshadowed the deeds of earlier years, which was a good thing, it can be Let me enjoy my old age, but there are always some idiots who don't know what to do..."

Schiller relaxed and leaned back in the chair, he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Yesterday, that mercenary called me and said that he had received the final payment, and asked me to praise you for the timely payment, if Next time you need it, call him."

Falcone pressed the cigar that was almost finished on the paper, and said in a low voice: "Maybe soon, he will have a prosperous business."