Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Every profession has a leader. Generally speaking, the leader is the most powerful boss in this line. If Gotham gangs big and small also have leaders, then there is no doubt that Falco, who is almost 60 years old now Ni, is definitely a well-deserved gangster.

The Falcone family was established almost with the establishment of Gotham. Until now, the tentacles of this family have reached every corner of the city, like a leech lying on Gotham sucking blood, greedy and greedy. It's ugly.

Of course, as the leader of the Falcone family, Falcone’s arrest is almost impossible, but it happened. A weird guy called Batman rushed into Falcone. At the scene of the drug trade that he personally supervised, he and his five heavily armed bodyguards were all stunned, and the drug X was scattered everywhere, and it was simply stolen.

It happened that the first to come to the scene was Jim Gordon, the well-known tough guy from the Gotham Police Department, the only sheriff who was unwilling to accept bribes from him, so Falcone was put in jail. It was a shame and shame. Although he had been in prison many times, with his current status, this incident was simply a blockbuster in the dark world of Gotham.

Although Falcone did not think he would be prosecuted, he did not know that Miss Rachel, the assistant prosecutor who was ordered to cause an "accident", is still alive and well, and she never wanted to disclose From Mr. Batman of the name, he has obtained complete evidence enough to allow Falcone to spend the rest of his life in prison.

Yes, if there is no accident and no violence is used to escape from prison, this guy is in a disaster.

But as in many stories, there are always accidents. If everything goes on normally, then this story is meaningless. Rachel doesn't know how hard it will be for the justice she prays for.

Gotham Prison, this is an ancient prison located on the outskirts of the city. It is not far from the Gotham Police Station. There are about 700 criminals detained here, of which one-fifth of them are heavily sentenced. This is the whole of Gotham. The place where people are frightened is where Klein often comes.

Under the pale lights of Gotham Prison, the doctor and the guard marched one after the other towards the prison room. The two were talking, looking familiar.

"Has he tried suicide many times?"

Klein carried his suitcase, followed the thin prison guard, and asked in a low voice.

The skinny prison guard shrugged and said to Klein, "How do you say, Dr. Klein, everyone who is imprisoned here tends to commit suicide, but the real pursuit of redemption, I am afraid that even one out of ten No, especially a guy as bad as Falcone."

"boom"

While talking, the guard used a rubber stick in his hand to pull against the fence of the cell, and shouted violently to the two mortals in orange prison uniforms who were fighting together.

"Be honest! You bastards, don't you want to eat dinner?"

The two prisoners let go of each other viciously, baring their teeth at the prison guard, and the prisoners in other cells also stood up, but the prison guard glared back without fear. He knew that dealing with these bastards can't be weak, even a little bit. .

A few seconds later, the prisoner gave up the confrontation first. The winning guard inserted the rubber stick back into the buckle behind him, stroked his hat, and complained to Klein who was following him.

"With all due respect, Klein, you can come back early tomorrow morning. You are not worth wasting time on a villain like Falconi. Sheriff Gordon gave a death order, and no one can save him from crime. ."

The guard took the key to the confinement room from his pocket and shrugged to Klein.

"Neither can you."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that the problem was a little bit tricky. He reached out and pushed up his gold glasses, then put his hand into his pocket.

"Ruhr, I know that your second son has just been born. This is a congratulation to my old friend. Take it, no one will know, right? I can't escape with Falconi! I I just want to say a few words to him."

The prison guard looked down at the thickness of the banknote. He swallowed, then looked around, lowering his voice.

"Don't say I won't help you, Klein, my old friend, there is Gordon's eyeliner here, so... 5 minutes, no more!"

Klein nodded, he reached out and pushed open the door of the prison cell, and patted Ruhr on the shoulder.

"Five minutes is enough."

The prison guard turned and walked into the monitoring room next door. He looked around carefully, then reached out and picked up the water glass, and "inadvertently" knocked off the monitor's power supply. Shi Shiran walked out of the monitoring room again and continued to push himself hard. It was obviously not the first time to patrol at night, judging from his skilful and sophisticated movements.

Klein walked into the imprisonment room, and an old man with white hair was sitting there boringly white, his hands on the table, hemostatic stickers and embarrassed wounds on his arms, his collar opened, that The original elegant shirt has a faintly sour taste, and it seems that Mr. Falcone's prison life has not been good these days.

When he saw Klein walk in, Falcone just rolled his eyes, didn't get up, and didn't have any special expressions. Obviously, he didn't care about Klein, even if it was the only one that could help him get out of prison. Guys.

"Yo-yo-yo, look at who this is, big man... Doctor Klein, you finally showed up!"

Falcone leaned on the chair and glanced at the monitor whose indicator light had been extinguished. He curled his lips and said mockingly, "I risk my business collapse every month and give you the Delivered to the damn lunatic asylum, in exchange for being indifferent when I was in trouble... This is good, I am satisfied! I am going crazy, you know? This damn place, the walls on all sides are pressing against me , And that damn meal, I’m not crazy if I'm not crazy!"

"Don't do that, Falcone, you know, we used to work together very happily."

Klein was still gentle, but the eyes under his eyes were still indifferent, "And, am I here? As long as you cooperate with me, you will soon be able to leave this damn prison and return to it. In your mansion, spend a wonderful weekend with your socialites, understand? You need to cooperate with me!"

The doctor’s voice went from ground to high, as if it had a special smell, which made people convincing, but in the end, the words he said with aggravated tone made Falconi startled, and he could be a city. The leader of the gangster was definitely not an idiot, so after a few seconds, Falcone calmed down.

He sighed and nodded.

"Well, I lost my mind just now, Klein, let's talk, how can I cooperate with you... I really have been here enough, damn bat, damn Gordon! I want them to look good!"

Klein waited until Falcone finished speaking, he took off his glasses and asked casually while wiping it with a handkerchief.

"Did you say anything about the transaction between us?"

"Huh? Are you suspicious of me?"

Falcone’s eyes narrowed, but soon he gave up this threatening tone. He knocked on the table, "Don’t worry, Klein, I’m not a fool. I don’t know the power behind you. Who is it, but I won't put myself into a bad situation, don't worry, I shouldn't say anything, I didn't say a word!"

Klein carefully observed Falcone’s facial expressions. As an excellent psychology researcher, he could judge that Falcone was not lying, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Very well, you made the right choice, Falcone, don’t worry, we won’t give up good friends. When the court is in session, I have 8 points to make you safe and sound. Of course, if you want it now You may need a little disguise to get out of here..."

"No, no! Klein!"

Falconi interrupted Klein's words, "I hurt myself and led you over, not just to leave here!"

The gangster folded his hands together, put his arms on the table, and said to Klein, "I have a better idea. That damn bat caused me to lose a lot of money. I lost a lot of money for that batch of goods, so no matter what What do you and the people behind you want to do, count me!"

"what?"

Klein's expression was a little weird. He put on his glasses again and looked at Falcone, "Are you serious?"

"Of course, I know that you don't want Gordon to send to the direction of that special poison X. I also know that you used prisoners in your lunatic asylum to do human experiments, and the thugs and guards you hired..."

Falcone’s mouth was slightly cocked, and the old man’s face had some scars that made him look embarrassed, but there was a sly light in his eyes.

"Guess, whose people are those?"

"I control all the population movement on the narrow island, and you can't hide the things you did from me!"

The gangster opened his hands, "Do you really think that I won’t find out the details of others before I do business with them? Listen, Klein, I don’t care what you and your boss are doing or planning, then It's a big deal, I want to get involved! I lost a lot and I need to make up for it!"

Hearing Falcone’s words, Klein seemed a little surprised. He took off his glasses again and put them in his pocket. He unlocked the first button on his neckline. He looked at Falcone. All the expressions on his face became serious,

"If so... then I can already guess how my boss will respond to you... we will kill you!"

Falcone was amused by Klein’s words, he patted the table and laughed.

"Kill me? Who can kill me in Gotham? This is my territory..."

He stood up, propped his hands on the table, staring at Klein fiercely, like an angry old lion, "I want to see, how do you want to kill me?"

Klein stared at him too. He did not get up, nor did he show an angry expression. He just put his left hand in his black suitcase, opened the box, and then suddenly asked a question.

"So, would you like to see my mask? Falcone?"

Falconi looked at Klein suspiciously. He could tell at a glance that there was absolutely no gun in that suitcase, so he simply leaned back on the chair, folded his hands on his shoulders, and looked at with a sneer. From the box, I took out a mask that looked like a lousy brown linen bag, which was extremely rough.

It was like a cut open bag with two holes buttoned to serve as eyes, and then sealed with a string. Klein put it on his face with a smile, and then spread his hand. It was like a clown in a circus, but before Falcone laughed for the first time, white gas sprayed out from Klein’s box, instantly wrapping Falcone sitting across from him. .

"Damn it! What the hell is this!"

Falconi was caught off guard and breathed in a few breaths. His mind was dizzy, and then he saw Klein stand up from his chair. The originally ridiculous and funny, scarecrow mask with a trace of horror, he was serious In the disturbed and hypnotized vision, the panic was instantly magnified ten thousand times!

Bugs... black, disgusting, meat-eating, blood-drinking bugs, at this moment, came out of the mask’s eyes and mouth, lying on him, Klein’s changed voice was also like a super villain. ,

"Falconi, you provoke someone you shouldn't provoke... Arkham Asylum will be your final destination! But before that, I can "play" with you first."

"Ah!!! Help! Help!!! Scarecrow! Don't come over!!! Ah! Help! Help!!!"