The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 6 Partners
"Why do you help me?" Falcone asked lightly.

Ziliang sighed helplessly: "Look, this is why I don't like making deals with second-rate characters like you. There are many things you know you can't do, but you still spend your time questioning others."

"Second-rate role?" Falcone obviously didn't like this title.

"Yeah, you may think that you are a very powerful person. In fact, you are indeed very powerful. You control the largest gangster in the entire city, and you have thousands of gang members under you. You can live a wealthy life while at the same time Disregard human life, but to be honest, you have always been a second-rate or even third-rate character because no one pays attention to you. Have you ever thought that if Gotham City was a book, 90% of the people who read this book would not I will remember your name. Can you pass me the wine." Ziliang said.

"Gotham. Is it a book? Hehe, it's an interesting metaphor. Then I'm curious. According to you, who will be the protagonist of this city? Director Gordon? The mayor? Or something else? "

"Not at all, but those weird people." Ziliang muttered.

"wack?"

"Yes, those neurasthenia patients with sacks on their heads, burn patients who choose phobias, and those strange guys who suffer from insomnia all the year round and fly around in capes at night."

Mr. Falcone seemed to be slightly stunned for a moment, and then suddenly smiled: "Hehe, I know who you are talking about, but they are not people who can be called protagonists. They are all dead now, disappear Or they were all imprisoned in the Akem Asylum. Even before they were imprisoned, those weirdos were not as powerful as me at all, and they were even concentrating on things like robbing banks."

"You're right, but believe it or not, you're really a second-rate."

"Okay, I'm losing interest in your metaphor, so either you hurry up and tell me why you are helping me or die." Mr. Falcone picked up the pistol again, and no one would doubt it. As soon as he hears something that doesn't satisfy him, he shoots.

Ziliang looked normal, he stuffed the last piece of steak into his mouth.

"That's a good question. The reason I'm helping you is because there's someone in Arkham Asylum that I have to save."

"Oh? Who do you want to save?"

"Actually, I don't know." Ziliang said.

Mr. Falcone's face seemed very ugly: "Are you kidding me?" He said while shaking the gun in his hand.

"Of course not." Ziliang began to flip through his notebook again: "Oh, this person is the No. 21 death row prisoner. Does anyone under your command know who the No. 21 death row prisoner is?"

"There should have been one, my cousin, but you killed him a few days ago."

Ziliang frowned, looking a little frustrated: "Uh, it's so embarrassing."

"Okay, I don't want to talk about his death anymore, so now it's the next question, why should I work with you."

Ziliang closed his notes: "Because you still have a few important gang members who are still locked up in the Arkham Asylum. You should have succeeded a few days ago, but failed for some reason. Now you urgently need A person can cooperate with you from inside to outside, and carry out another prison robbery."

"You know quite a lot. But you want to say that the person who can cooperate with me is you?"

Ziliang nodded of course.

"Then here comes the question—do you not understand the meaning of the word 'inside and outside cooperation'?" Mr. Falcone said: "You are sitting in front of me now, how do you cooperate with me inside and outside?"

Ziliang leaned back lazily on the back of the chair, looking satiated: "Why not, Arkham Asylum detains the most terrible criminals in this city, so if there is no accident, tomorrow I will Going out on the street and doing whatever I want will send me in."

"You're going to send yourself to prison?" Mr. Falcone froze for a moment: "Hahaha—that's crazy.

But whatever you want, let's go back to the original question, why should I believe what you say. "

"You don't need to trust me now, because you don't need to do anything for me, whether it's going to prison, or creating a riot in prison, finding a way to escape, or finding someone to rush in with your guns loaded The route, all of this is done by me alone.

You can continue to eat steak here with peace of mind, or go back and have a good talk with your wife about your cousin, it's up to you.And the last thing you have to do is, wait until I open the gate of Arkham prison, you rush in with your 'Roman Empire', rescue the person you want to save, or kill the person you want to kill, you come here It's time to trust me.

And I just need to find my [Death Row No. 21] and bring him out, it's as simple as that, I think, you should be able to understand this deal. "Ziliang said slowly, and then pointed to the red wine bottle next to Mr. Falcone: "Now, can you give me a drink? "

Falcone stared silently at the doctor in front of him, and after a long time said, "Oh, I really can't refuse this deal." He said, and then his attitude changed drastically, and at the same time he put the wine bottle in his hand Pushed, and slid in front of Ziliang.

"You know what, you remind me of someone," Falcone said.

Ziliang grabbed the wine bottle, took a big gulp in an unmannered manner, and then babbled: "Who?"

"A lunatic who always wears a purple suit and tells jokes that are not funny at all. When I think of him, I feel uncomfortable all over." Falcone said, twisting his neck subconsciously: "But it's okay , he died, and everyone in Gotham watched him be cremated."

Ziliang smiled inexplicably: "Yes, that's a pity, but maybe you will see him again in the future."

he said.
(End of this chapter)