The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 5 Old Joey

Before going to meet the head of the Falcone family, it is a good habit to get the feed done first.

So soon, Parker met Old Joey.

It's just that this person seemed to have come too fast. Dr. Ziliang was only halfway through his cigarette when the sound of the clinic door being pushed open came from the end of the corridor.

When he saw this person for the first time, Parker could clearly confirm that this person was a pig breeder, not the kind of worker who provided pork for the cannery, but the most primitive, inefficient, and most time-consuming and labor-intensive The kind of "pig raising".

His appearance is quite tough, he looks like a big European, over 40 years old, with a very domineering dark brown beard, but he has no hair, and his upper body is bare, it can be seen that when he was young He should be quite strong, but now he is already full of fat.Wearing a large black apron made of thick leather, which is full of all kinds of inexplicable and disgusting things like leftovers, a belt full of oil stains is tied under the huge beer belly, and the waist is inserted diagonally A rusty butcher's knife.

"Hahaha—a big harvest!" He smiled brightly, and lifted the belt that was weighed down by his stomach.

Parker could clearly see that the man's eyes seemed to be shining with excitement.

"Okay, I still have things to do. After you clean up, close the door for me." Ziliang said, then gave Parker a look, indicating that he should leave.

"Oh" Parker replied in a trance, and then followed Ziliang with his head that seemed to be unable to get out of the bewildered state.

He followed the doctor like this, stepped over the stumps all over the floor, and walked towards the gate along the corridor of the hospital. Within a few meters away, the blood stains on his shoes seemed to be pulled off by the bottom plate, and then quickly seeped into the crevice.

The door of the hospital was pushed open, and Parker walked into the gray night. A gust of cool wind hit his face, making him feel that everything he had just experienced was a ridiculous dream.

Elegant environment, exquisite food, this is the word-of-mouth of this restaurant.If it is accompanied by a beautiful violin, it will be even more wonderful.

But at this moment, in this restaurant, Datang, which should have been full of seats, there was actually only one table of guests.

"Listen, even the rudest diners will inevitably be moved by such music. This is music, a wonderful language that can overcome any communication barrier." A man with slightly gray hair sat at the round table, not at all Without concealing his admiration for the violin, he stuffed a piece of extremely delicately cut steak into his mouth, and let out a soft hum in enjoyment.

This person is Mr. Carmine Falcone, the current owner of the largest gang in Gotham City.

And on the opposite side of this table, there is also a plate of steak that is extremely delicious at first glance. The sauce is mixed with heat, which seems to be tempting people to eat it.

However, the person sitting in front of this steak had no intention of eating it at all.After all, now he has to use all his thoughts to suppress the pain around him, otherwise he will definitely scream out if he relaxes.

"Are you really not going to take a bite?" Mr. Falcone asked, and then took a sip of the red wine lightly, as if he didn't care about the other party's face that had been beaten so hard that it could barely see its original appearance .

"Well, since you don't want to eat, forget it." He said: "But I have to make it clear that I am always fair, and I will remit your money to your account as scheduled, but after all, this prison robbery plan is not Success, so you have to pay a little price for it, right."

As soon as the words fell, a man in a suit walked up behind the poor guy with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He took out a pistol and put it on the other's head.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." the man seemed to be crying, and trembled uncontrollably, wanting to say something, but when he opened his mouth, a row of teeth that had been beaten to pieces were exposed, and his mouth was full of tears. The blood, can only hear the sound of purr purr.

Falcone waved his hand nonchalantly.
"boom!"

However, this sound was not a gunshot, but the sound of the hall door being pushed open and hitting the wall.

Everyone was startled by the sound, and immediately pulled out their guns and aimed at the door.

They saw a man in a white coat with a kidney-deficit look on his face. He stared at Mr. Falcone who was having dinner as if no one else was there, and then walked straight over.

It may be because this person didn't carry a gun, and he was wearing a doctor's white coat, and he didn't seem to have any combat effectiveness, so all the bodyguards present didn't shoot immediately.

Just like that, Ziliang walked to the dining table under a group of surprised gazes and dark muzzles, and patted the poor guy on the chair whom his own mother didn't know: "Hi, brother, Rang Rang." He said .

The man couldn't figure out the situation for a while, maybe he thought it would be inappropriate to give up his seat like this, but his body wanted to escape in a hurry because of fear, anyway, he was a very weird stagger, so he snapped Lie on the ground.

"Thank you." Ziliang sat down on the chair very satisfied, as if he didn't see the dozens of muzzles surrounding him behind him: "Mr. Falcone, hello."

Mr. Falcone looked at the unarmed doctor with doubts on his face: "Hello, what's your name?"

"My name is Ziliang, a doctor." He stretched out his white coat and said, "Let me get straight to the point. Mr. George Parnes, who escaped from prison a few days ago, is dead."

"How do you know?" Falcone froze for a moment and asked.

"I killed it."

There was a silence. And then.
"Ka Ka Ka Ka --"

The sound of a series of bullets being loaded sounded from the back of his head, and Ziliang felt that several guns had been inserted into his messy hair.

Falcone seemed a little surprised to hear such an answer, he stared blankly at Ziliang for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing.

Of course, it was a sneer.

"Heh——you may have misunderstood the news. The person you killed was not my enemy, but my cousin."

"Yes, I'm really sorry." Ziliang said, and then pointed to the steak in front of him: "This looks good, is it for me?"

Falcone's face was gloomy like the mud accumulated in the sewer. Even a person with a calm mind would not be completely unresponsive when he heard the news that his brother was dead.
But after all, he is the leader of a gangster with a deep city.

"I don't think you are the kind of person who would get the news wrong, so I will give you 10 seconds now, you can explain something to me, and you can also say your last words." Falcone read coldly.

Ziliang picked up the knife and fork on the dining table, cut a piece of steak, stuffed it into his mouth, and then was taken aback, as if he was shocked by the deliciousness.

"You know, I've been in Gotham for three months, and it wasn't until this steak that I felt like a place to be alone," he said.

Finally, Falcone couldn't hold his breath anymore. He stood up abruptly, quickly took out a gun and aimed at Ziliang who was still cutting meat: "You still have five seconds."

"Hey, don't get excited." Ziliang said, then took out a notebook from his pocket, and began to search: "Let me look for it first. Oh, I found it, Mrs. Falcone, whose name is Her name is Carol Della. She likes shopping, raising dogs, and doing yoga. Every Friday night, she goes to a high-end beauty club to maintain her skin. She is a VIP there, and every VIP has the right to be in the club Book a luxurious temporary lounge on the third floor."

"Bastard, what the hell are you trying to say?" Falcone gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

"Oh, we're coming to the point now." Ziliang turned over a page of notes and continued, "It's a coincidence that Mr. George Parnes, your cousin, will attend the meeting every Friday night. One boxing camp, he loves boxing, you should know that, but it's weird that the schedule in that boxing gym shows that his trainer doesn't work at all on Friday"

Speaking of this, Ziliang didn't know if it was intentional, but he paused for a while.

Five seconds had already passed, but Mr. Falcone did not fire.

Ziliang licked his finger in a disfigured manner, and turned another page: "The lounge in the beauty salon has a refrigerator, a full set of bathing facilities, a soft carpet, and a bed that is 3 meters long and 2.5 meters wide. .”

"boom!"

This time it was the gunshot.

But Ziliang's head didn't seem to explode in response, but the poor guy next to him who had been lying on his stomach and whose name he didn't know his name held his chest, struggled a few times, and died.

"Take him down," said M. Falcone.

Those bodyguards understood his meaning very well, so soon, only Ziliang and Falcone were left in the entire hall.

Mr. Falcone still held the gun tightly in his hand: "Who are you? Why are you investigating me?" he asked.

"I thought you would thank me first for helping you kill your cousin." Ziliang muttered.

"I will find out whether your words are true or not, please answer the question now"

"Well, I'm a doctor." Ziliang stuffed a large piece of steak into his mouth and muttered, "As for why you're investigating, to be honest, I only heard your name for the first time about two hours ago."

Falcone looked at Ziliang's eating, and seemed to be hesitating for something. After a while, he said quietly, "You probably came to me not just to tell me these shitty things."

Ziliang stuffed a mouthful of steak into his mouth, then pulled up the tablecloth and wiped his mouth.

"I know you want to invade Arkham Asylum, I think I can help you."

(End of this chapter)