I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 115 A good show

In the past few months, she has been plagued by "mental illness", and Harley has no intention of "being beaten by monsters" to upgrade.

Even so, she has blackjack defense.

If a pistol with a non-special ammo hit her at close range, it would only tear her skin and bleed, not cause penetrating wounds, let alone kill her.

Her "three guns and six holes" can bleed blood and can scare people, but it doesn't do much harm to herself.

So, she did.

It bluffed everyone on the scene, including the old and spicy Falcone.

But after three shots, Harry was also stupid.

There is a feeling of being hit by a bullet, but there is only a little pain, and it does not have the impact force of a normal bullet at all.

Looking down, she couldn't help but curse.

"Fack, it's a blank bomb!"

The old godfather smiled strangely, "That's right, it's a blank bomb."

Harry smashed the glass window of the car with the butt of his gun, threw the gun, picked up a piece of broken glass, and pressed it against the old godfather's neck, all in one go.

"Who says you can't kill people without a gun?"

Falcone waved to the younger brothers who were nervously approaching.

"It's all over, put the gun away."

"It's over?" Harry became more nervous, but she was also very puzzled. The crisis sense that had worked many times had no warning this time.

"This is a test. I am very satisfied with the test between you and Gordon. Don't understand? Let's go into the room and talk slowly." Falcone laughed.

An old man in his 70s is so open-minded and so daring to pretend to be aggressive, Hari didn't want to lose his momentum, threw away the glass, and said calmly: "Yes."

—Without the glass, she still has fingernails. Blackjack fingernails, like the Nine Yin White Bone Claws, can easily pierce the main artery of this old man's neck.

Well, Harley is confident that when she works, she can transform into a DC saber-toothed tiger.

If the enemy is too strong, she still has Charon silver coins on her body, and at worst, she can summon the "Hell Taxi" again.

"Gordon, this isn't the first time we've had a face-to-face conversation. Last time, you had the audacity to storm into Fish's bar alone and ask her loudly why she lied to you.

Your response is a sap.

She dumped you on a hook in the freezer, next to pigs, and I saved you.

Because your father is my friend!
I told you, I treat you like a nephew, and I introduced Gotham to you. I said, I have no malice towards you, and I am not your enemy. At that time, you nodded repeatedly, as if you believed it.

But what next?
You broke your promise to me, let Penguin go, and you came to my house and pointed a gun at me."

Gordon kept his face blank and said nothing, obviously unconvinced.

The old godfather sighed, "Now, let me say it again, we are not enemies, and I am very happy to have an upright, brave and capable police officer like you in the police station.

Gotham's existing black state system is not your enemy either. "

Speaking of this, he glanced at Harry out of the corner of his eye, "Your real enemy is disorder and chaos, the lunatics who disturb the peace and harmony of Gotham today."

Gordon was still stubborn.

Harry thought about it.

The old godfather waved his hand and said in a dejected tone: "Forget it, you are still too young, you will understand slowly, now, you can go."

"You let me go?!" Gordon doubted: "Falcone, what trick are you playing?"

"I talk to you, but you don't listen, and you don't understand, what else is there to talk about?"

The old godfather stood up, walked over to Barbara, and gently smoothed her messy hair.

"You're a good girl, I'm sorry to let you go through all this today, go back and drink a glass of warm milk and have a good sleep."

Barbara trembled, but dared not resist.

"I'm not going, I'm going with Harley and Harvey," Gordon said.

"Okay, just watch from the sidelines," the old godfather shrugged, and finally his eyes fell on the calm-looking Harley.

"Do you think I'm lying? About me and Gordon being supposed to be companions."

"Boss, you don't need to lie, but I still don't understand." Harry said.

"BOSS" the old godfather snorted, walked to the window, and said slowly: "Like Gordon, you are too young and have too little experience.

Since the 70s, I have been doing business with people from China, Hong Kong and Taiwan. Over the past few decades, we have gradually become friends from business to friendship.

In the early years, their status in Hong Kong and Dawan was similar to mine in Gotham.

But in recent years, starting from the 90s, those bigwigs have left my relationship and become immigrants from the United States, Canada or Australia.

Do you know why? "

"I probably know, 97 is here." Harry said.

"So, after the arrival of 97, what changed?" Falcone asked again.

This time without waiting for Harry to answer, he sighed: "It is this country, this city's laws, culture, system and traditions that gave me the opportunity to establish the Falcone dynasty, instead of me breaking the system and establishing a new one that is different from the old one." A new order of institutional opposition."

Harry's expression was shocked, and he understood what the old godfather meant.

"The Falcone family, like the Gotham City Council and the City Police Department, are the buildings under this social system, and they are also the cornerstone of maintaining this system.

Being an excellent emperor is equivalent to the city council electing an excellent mayor.

The work of the mayor and I seems to be completely different, but the direction and purpose of our efforts are exactly the same - to maintain the prosperity and stability of the existing system.

I admire Gordon because he is brave and fearless, firmly believes in the law and justice, and is willing to fight all evil for the dignity of the law. "

The old godfather spread his hands and gave Gordon an innocent look of confusion.

"So, why do we have to fight? Isn't the law you guard the cornerstone of the existing social system?

Aren't your actions achieving the purpose of stabilizing society that I need? "

Gordon also understood, anger was greater than shock, and he shouted: "I am different from you, your behavior is illegal."

"You guys are really elm-headed, the law is the embodiment of the will of the ruling class and a tool for the country to maintain its rule.

Who is the ruling class in Gotham?
It's the chaebol, it's the politician, it's me!
Remember, it's not you who are self-righteous, let alone those civilians who are living.

What are the elements that keep Gotham stable?
It is the gcpd and our black state working together to combat the chaotic elements that destabilize this. "

Gordon became more and more angry, "I want a stable society, free from crime and harm."

The old godfather said strangely: "My hobby is raising chickens, and the itch of the chicken's beak pecking at the palm of my hand is a kind of pleasure to me.

But the other rulers of Gotham, the rich and powerful, their desires are not so pure.

Otherwise, where do you think Harley's tape came from?

Although the existing laws are already a manifestation of the will of the rulers, our rulers are more greedy.

They hope that the common people abide by the law in order to stabilize their rule; at the same time, they are ready to move, hoping to absorb more benefits and happiness by breaking the law against the common people.

In this way, it is necessary for me and Maroni to exist. "

The old man walked up to the dull-looking Gordon, patted him on the shoulder, and concluded: "The current Gotham is the Gotham that the Gotham ruling class wants.

You, Jim Gordon, a ruled class who adheres to the rules (laws) established by the ruling class, want to create a world where the ruling class is ruled by (laws), it is ridiculous. "

"No, it shouldn't be like this." Gordon shook his head with wild eyes.

"Barbara, take him to the next door for a drink and take it easy." The old man said kindly.

After the couple helped each other to leave, the old godfather looked at Harry again, "You understand?"

"Oh, I understand. Boss, don't worry, I'm very knowledgeable about current affairs. I'd rather work hard to become a member of the ruling class than be an idiot who uses the ruling class to set up rules and change the society the ruling class wants." Harley sighed.

"I was going to kill Gordon with one shot." The old godfather said in a deep voice, "You were at the police station yesterday, so you should have sensed that Victor didn't stay strong."

"I'm also surprised that you don't have to lie, but you keep saying that you and Gordon are not enemies." Harry said.

Falcone said slowly: "Over the years, I and I have killed many friends, as long as he offended me or was involved in a dispute of interests.

Gordon lied to me and didn't submit the certificate according to the rules. He should be killed as an example.

You were one of two people who made me change my mind.

When I heard from Victor that Gordon actually sent you to prison, I was moved in my heart - if I encounter a thorn and a source of chaos like you that can disrupt Gotham in the future, I can completely hand over to Hero How about dealing with the capable tough guy Gordon, I can save a lot of worry.

Like, to buy you off, I'd have to spend at least one street, five nightclubs.

If Gordon can fix you, wouldn't I have earned five nightclubs?

So, in the face of visible interests, I decided to forgive Gordon for offending me. "

Harry's pretty heart-shaped face was a little contorted.

Out of nowhere, she thought of Vince, the last narcotics police officer who was named.

The reason why Vince is valued by the anti-narcotics team is because he is a young expert in anti-narcotics.

In another way, Vince has become an expert in source development again.

Same goes for Gordon.

So what about the future Batman?

Whose city is he protecting with his efforts?

Too dark and too hopeless, thankfully she's not a superhero.

"Boss, are you testing my loyalty by using empty cartridges?" Harry asked.

"I knew from the beginning that you are not someone who can abide by tradition." Falcone said lightly.

"Uh, what are you going to do with me?" Harry was a little embarrassed.

"Are you still willing to join the Falcone family?" the old godfather asked.

When the old man was caught off guard, Harry grabbed his right hand, pursed his red lips, and kissed the ruby ​​again.

"Boss, I am willing to return to the family." She said sincerely.

Five nightclubs are worth a lot of money!
Falcone's old face twitched a few times, retracted his hand, and sighed: "I know your relationship with Gordon, and I deliberately asked you to kill him just to test how much you value friendship.

If you kill him without hesitation, you are still the steward of the five nightclubs on Bali Street, and the little boss of the Falcone family led by Sass.

Facts have proved that you value friendship far more than the prosperity and wealth that is within reach, I am very satisfied.

If you are willing to admit that I also have a kindness and a friendship for you, I will be more satisfied. "

Harry said seriously: "Boss, you forgive me and give me back an estate, which is definitely a great kindness.

What happened today, and what you said to Gordon just now, let me see your open-mindedness and wisdom accumulated over the years. I very much hope to have such a good teacher and helpful friend like you. "

Falcone stared into her eyes for a long time, and a friendly smile gradually appeared on his old face.

He slowly removed the ruby ​​ring from his right hand and tossed it to Harry.

Looking at her stunned face, he smiled slyly and said, "Harry, welcome to the Falcone family."

(End of this chapter)