In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 310: New umbrella (middle)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

It was another rainy day in Gotham. As soon as the sky dawned, it began to rain heavily. The ground in Gotham that hadn’t been completely repaired was full of potholes and puddles. In addition to the heavy rain, there was also strong wind. Pedestrians held umbrellas in front of them, fighting against the usual bad weather.

A cloud of gray fog slowly condensed in the middle of the room. In the psychological counseling room of Gotham University, Schiller looked at the umbrella in his hand and shook his head.

This umbrella is really broken. Originally, it was only missing a part, which caused a bone fracture, and one side of the umbrella was slightly dented, but it was barely usable.

But the harder you force it, the faster it breaks down. The second and third umbrella ribs are broken one after another, and most of the fan is sunken, almost unable to hold it open at all.

Although the rib supporting the umbrella surface is broken, the metal rod in the middle of the umbrella is still intact. As long as it is put away, it can also be used as a walking stick. That devil.

The devil's jaw is not made of cotton. The handle of the umbrella was knocked open, and it was almost impossible to hold it. Later, it was given to Constantine, and the handle was completely broken. Now only the inner metal is left. Never mind, in general, it has changed from an umbrella to a mallet...

When Alberto walked in, he saw the professor standing behind his desk, holding an umbrella in his hand that could no longer be called an umbrella, his face full of regret.

The movement of him walking in caught Schiller's attention, and Schiller looked up at him and said, "Good morning, Alberto, please sit down."

"Professor, if you need a new umbrella, I can have it custom-made..."

But Schiller shook his head. He put the broken umbrella on the edge of his chair, and said, "No, soon, I can get a new one."

After finishing speaking, he straightened his coat, sat up straight, looked at Alberto and said, "Has Hawke's funeral been held yet?"

"Yes, I communicated with his brother at the funeral, and he expressed his willingness to pledge his allegiance to me." Although Alberto was still deep as always, it was not difficult to hear his current joy from his tone.

"I told you before that when there are two power cores in a group, they can never be like brothers, even if they are real brothers."

"To be honest, they hide it very well." Alberto sighed and said, "I have never seen a scene of discord between the Hawk brothers in Evans' memory. Everyone praises their brothers for their closeness and unparalleled understanding."

"Perhaps in the past, it may have been like this." Schiller stood up, walked to the coffee machine and began to fiddle with it. He turned his back to Alberto and said, "Don't forget, Gotham has undergone a lot of changes recently .”

"As you said, the elder brother of the Hawk brothers is the one who controls the real power in the family, while the younger brother is responsible for handling the internal affairs of the family and in charge of details."

"If you've read the part of Evans' memory that I taught him about psychology, you'll understand that it's not just your thoughts that guide your actions that change your environment, but that your environment and behavior shape your thoughts."

"As the elder brother of the family leader, he must be tough enough. This is the style of all gangsters. They must be aggressive and always energetic, and they must not be indecisive and indecisive. Otherwise, no one will follow him. It's done..."

"The younger brother who can be the chief steward of internal affairs must consider everything carefully and comprehensively. He must weigh the pros and cons, consider the costs and benefits, and must not act recklessly, otherwise it may lead to a break in the capital chain or a loss of connections. problem."

"When two brothers like this encounter the throes of Gotham reform, they will definitely have different opinions."

Alberto took the coffee handed over by Schiller, he said: "Indeed, the elder brother of the Hawke brothers told me that they had already been at odds a few years ago, and his younger brother always used different Various details are the reason. It hinders the development of the gang, at least in his opinion."

"And after Gotham started reforming, their conflicts became so intense that they couldn't be reconciled. My brother wanted to forge ahead, seize a bigger cake in the reform, stand on the cusp of the wind and fly to a higher class... "

"But my younger brother is more cautious. He is not sure whether this reform will change the original situation. He is worried that the Hawke family will suffer a disastrous decline. Therefore, he is always using various methods to hinder his elder brother. .”

Alberto rested his elbows on the table, took a sip of coffee in the other hand, and said with some emotion: "Professor, I found in Evans' memory that he respected you very much. I didn't know that before. Why, but now I kind of understand."

"Take the conflict between the Hawk brothers as an entry point, and help the elder brother of the Hawk brothers get rid of the younger brother who has been holding him back. The two families are more united."

"More importantly, you can still use the serial murder as a cover. If you blatantly move the old godfather's subordinates, no matter what, you will still hurt your father's face, but if the murderer of the mysterious serial murder After doing all this, Hawke can only be regarded as unlucky himself." Schiller concluded.

Alberto moved his finger holding the coffee cup, and he asked tentatively: "I heard that yesterday..."

"What do you want to ask?" Schiller looked up at him.

Alberto thought for a while and said, "Rich was killed by the godfather, right?"

"You picked the right question, so I'll answer you, yes."

"And I can also tell you that this is because Rich deliberately designed his little daughter to meet you and then sleep in your bed. The godfather was very dissatisfied with this, so he chose a very tragic one. How to die."

Alberto twitched the corner of his mouth, and he said: "Miss Rich is very beautiful, but she is only beautiful. Her father didn't teach her well, and she wrote her purpose on her face. Therefore, she is only 80% beautiful. It can arouse people's interest..."

Hearing his tone, Schiller asked, "You didn't sleep with her?"

Alberto shook his head and said: "She has almost written her purpose on her face, how could I be fooled? Besides, I am not sure about the godfather's attitude, whether he will agree with me and Rich got too close..."

"You made the right choice, because the godfather only sees Richie as a dog."

"However, he doesn't really care about you sleeping with Miss Rich. Anyway, she can't be the future godfather and wife. Your caution made you miss an affair. Do you regret it?" Schiller said with a smile.

Alberto took another sip of coffee, shook his head and said, "An encounter can only be called an accidental encounter. It is not a wonderful encounter if it is designed by someone."

"So, the godfather is actually..." Alberto slid his fingertips on the coffee cup, and he said hesitantly, "He is willing to solve the evil Rich for me, does that mean..."

"You don't have to hesitate so much, it's the answer you want."

Schiller put his hands on the table and said: "You have a grudge against the godfather... Maybe you two can't be called a grudge, because it is the court of owls that have a grudge against the godfather, and you can only be regarded as a victim. "

"Now, the godfather has only two choices, either you or someone else. If you have an enmity with the godfather, then there will be no other people? Do you expect that after the sons and nephews of the twelve families will let go of the surname Fa? people from Corcone?"

Alberto shook his head and said: "Of course it is impossible, unless we are willing to self-exile, such as returning to Italy for retirement."

"Of course, after you take office, it is also possible for the old godfather to return to Italy for retirement, but anyway, your surname is Falcone, and more importantly, you have the ability to continue to rule Gotham, while others, except for the bad Besides, it's stupid."

"As long as the old godfather is not willing to hand over his life's hard work to others, as long as he wants to continue to be Gotham's underground umbrella, he has only one choice..."

Alberto breathed a sigh of relief. He stared at the foam on the surface of the coffee and was silent for a long time. Finally he said: "He will not admit that I am his son, so I don't want to admit that he is my father, but in In the never-ending vortex of power, there is only the remaining father-son relationship, which can allow us in this war to retain the last bit of decency."

After Alberto left, Schiller continued to drink the coffee, and after he finished the last sip of coffee, the door of the consulting room was knocked again, Schiller said: "Please come in."

It was Cobbot who walked in. He was wearing a **** raincoat, and he seemed to be walking in a hurry. The ends of his hair and the corners of his eyebrows were full of rain.

He walked in, took off his raincoat, Schiller pointed to the coffee machine, he went over to make himself a cup of coffee, and then went to sit opposite Schiller.

Schiller took out the medical record and said to him: "Before I get down to business, I still have to routinely ask, how are you and your mother's mental state?"

"It's not bad. She has improved a lot. I took her to the new apartment yesterday. After waking up, she is very satisfied with the environment there..."

Coppert's tone finally had some ups and downs, and he seemed to have come out of those haze.

Schiller wrote a few notes on the medical record, and then said: "Okay, have things been going well with the gang lately? Lawrence, Hawke, and Rich are all dead, the Lawrence family has no leader, and the Hawke family has changed their attitude , Alberto's road to the top has been smooth, what about you?"

"Bruce recommended me to Evans. Of course, this is just a formality. Alberto and I have a tacit understanding. He has too few people available under him, and he is eager to establish his own direct line. I just meet his requirements. .”

"Originally, Lawrence was the one who was most dissatisfied with me, and Rich was also very dissatisfied with Alberto's people who didn't use him, but now, they are all dead, so I will be Alberto's confidant minister after he takes office .”

"It's not surprising that the family leaders of these uncles will join the princelings organized by Alberto, they are just dissatisfied with you, but if one of them is decisive, you will be replaced by theirs~ IndoMTL.com~The corpses have been thrown into the sea..."

"What you said before... the deal between us..." Cobbot looked at Schiller and said, "It's that you help me get rid of these people who hinder me from ascending to the top, and I promise you one request... ...Do you want me to kill people?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "I will not let a child help me kill, and I don't have any enemies, so I have to kill him."

"I have always treated people with sincerity. I have many friends. I have no rivals in Gotham. My request is also very simple. It is absolutely within your power."

"What is...?"

At night, the rain gradually subsided. At the entrance of Gotham University's restaurant, Victor put away his umbrella, then used the tip of the umbrella to open the curtain, and walked in. Schiller followed behind him. Put away the umbrella too.

Victor looked back at Schiller's umbrella and said, "You fixed it? This umbrella is broken like that, how can you fix it?"

When the two were seated, Victor took a closer look and found that there was a Viking Umbrellamaker's logo on the tip of the umbrella. ? Isn’t that left by his father? How did it come to you?”

"Because I made a deal with him, I helped him with something, and he gave me this umbrella."

"None of you want to understand me. In Gotham, I don't even have an umbrella. I have to figure it out by myself, but now, thank God, a new umbrella..."

Schiller squinted his eyes and looked at the umbrella in his hand repeatedly, as if admiring the fruits of his hard work. He said with great satisfaction:

"Look, a beautiful new umbrella."