All Worlds Madhouse

"Why do you help me?" Falcone asked calmly.

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

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

"Yes, you may think that you are a very powerful person. In fact, you are indeed very powerful. You control the largest gang in the entire city and have thousands of gang members under your command. You can live a wealthy life while You are looking down on 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 about it, if Gotham City was a book, 90% of the people who read this book would not care about you. I will remember your name. Can you pass the wine to me?" Ziliang said.

"Gotham is a book? Haha, what an interesting metaphor. I'm curious. According to you, who is the protagonist of this city? Commissioner Gordon? The mayor? Or something else? "

"No, it's just those weirdos." Ziliang muttered.

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"Yes, those neurasthenic patients with sacks on their heads, burn patients who choose phobias, and strange guys who have been suffering from insomnia all year round and fly around in cloaks at night."

Mr. Falcone seemed stunned for a moment, and then suddenly laughed: "Haha, I know who the people you are talking about are, but they are not people who can be called protagonists. They are all dead now and have disappeared. Or they were all imprisoned in Akom Asylum. Even before they were imprisoned, the power of those weirdos was not as powerful as mine. They were even focusing on robbing banks."

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

"Okay, I've lost interest in your metaphor, so either you hurry up and tell me why you want to help me or you die." Mr. Falcone picked up the pistol again, and everyone would be suspicious. If he heard something he didn't like, he would shoot.

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

"That's a good question, and 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 this either," Ziliang said.

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

"Of course not." Ziliang started to flip through his notebook again: "Oh, this person is the 21st death row prisoner. Does anyone under your command know who the 21st death row prisoner is?"

"There was supposed to be one, my cousin, but you killed him a few days ago."

Ziliang frowned, looking a little frustrated: "Uh, how embarrassing."

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

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

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

Ziliang nodded naturally.

"Then the question is - don't you quite understand the meaning of the word 'inside and outside'?" Mr. Falcone said: "You are sitting in front of me now, how can you cooperate with me inside and outside?"

Ziliang lazily leaned back on the chair, looking like he had eaten and drank enough: "Why not? Arkham Asylum holds the most terrifying criminals in the city, so if nothing else happens, I will Just go out on the street and do whatever it takes to get myself in there.”

"You want to send yourself to prison?" Mr. Falcone was stunned 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 believe me now, because you don't need to do anything for me, whether it's entering the prison, causing riots in the prison, looking for a way to escape, or finding a way for you to rush in with guns and ammunition. route, and I did it all by myself.

You can continue to eat steak here in peace, or go back and have a good chat with your wife about your cousin, it's up to you. And the last thing you have to do is, after I open the door of Arkham Prison, you rush in with your 'Roman Empire', rescue the people you want to save, or kill the people you want to kill, you get to this Just trust me when the time comes.

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

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

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

Ziliang grabbed the wine bottle, took a big sip in a very graceless manner, and then muttered: "Who?"

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

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

he said.