In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 309: New Umbrella (Part 1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"It was an afternoon thirty years ago, I stepped on the train to San Diego, I went there to discuss business with Mexicans, on the train, an Italian came to me, he said his name was Rich , from Sicily, we chatted in the car for a while..."

In the study room of Falcone Manor, the voice of the old godfather sounded like some faded records. On the other side of the sofa, cut cigars with a cigar cutter.

The smoke of the cigar is so thick that it looks like layers of cloud waves on the sunset skyline. Between the turbulence of the smoke, some shapes that make people have infinite reverie drift away, like the unique realistic oil paintings of the last era.

Accompanied by the clang of the train passing the rails, the siren was drawn out, and a man with dark brown hair was sitting in the train carriage reading a newspaper.

With a "click", the door of the compartment was opened, and another man in a long windbreaker took off his hat and put it on his chest. He bowed his head to one side, greeted the people inside, and said in Italian: "Hello , Mr. Falcone, my name is Rich and I am from Sicily."

The young Falcone took off the newspaper in his hand, looked at Rich who entered the compartment, and said in Italian, "Hello, Rich, are you here to find me?"

Falcone's Italian accent is completely different from Ricci's. His intonation always has a downward consonant, which is the only thing he took away from his hometown of Rome, which makes his tone sound It seemed a little indifferent.

Rich didn't care, he walked to Falcone and sat down, and said: "I heard that you came from Gotham and wanted to go to California. I took this train just to find Yours."

Ricci has blond hair and brown eyes. His cheeks are sunken, and his face looks like a typical southern Italian. He lowered his head, showing a low profile, and said to Falcone in Italian: "Sir, I have come to ask for your protection, the Rich family has nowhere to go."

Falcone looked at him silently, he stroked the edge of the newspaper crease with his fingers, and Rich put his hat on the table, he said: "My family and I were involved in a tragedy in Chicago. A dispute in which an Englishman from the West Coast lied to us with two mines that had been exploited to the point of depletion, and made us owe a great deal to Fidelio in Chicago.”

Rich looked up, looking at Falcone with his brown eyes, but he didn't see any emotion in the young mob boss's eyes, which made his next words even less emboldened.

"The Rich family is unable to repay the debt, but we are not responsible for it. The cunning British has left here, but we can't explain to Fidelio why we haven't paid the money..."

"Your Excellency Falcone, my family and I have heard that you are famous on the East Coast. We can only come to you to find a way out. Fidelio is just a dog of the Chicago mafia boss..."

"I beg you, Your Excellency, to save us, the Rich family is willing to pay any price for this..."

The young Falcone put the newspaper in his hand next to the seat, leaned back on the back of the chair, looked at the receding scenery outside the window, and said in indifferent Italian: "Federi Ao is really nothing, he is just a punk from Ragusa, without his wife, he should still be at the pier, hanging out with those dubious people.”

"But you, Rich... how do you prove that you are more valuable than Fidelio? Fidelio still has a father-in-law who is willing to support him, but what about you? Your Rich family is also a dock Are you a smuggler?"

Falcone put one arm on the table, flexed his fingers, looked at Rich and said, "Most of the Sicilians who came to the East Coast with you have their own in the city. You are the only one who makes a living, and you are still a stray dog ​​on the east coast..."

"We all know why you get scammed by the British because you're in a hurry to join Chicago and get yourself a kennel in the city, and when you get kicked out, you come to me again, thinking To join Gotham..."

There was a hint of embarrassment on Rich's face, and anyone who was exposed like this would feel embarrassed.

But what Falcone said was the truth. Several families who came to the east coast at the same time as Rich are now developing in the city. Only they, after a series of blows, even a stable There is no place to live, so I can only stay in a hotel at the train station.

"Your Excellency, as I said, I am willing to pay any price for your acceptance, as long as you can save me and my family, I will be at your disposal..." Rich said with his head down.

Falcone took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he took one out of it, squeezed it in his hand, Rich stood up, leaned over to light him, the cigarette flame lit up, in the dark compartment , like a flickering candle.

"Fidelio is a good dog, and I hope you are too, Richie."

Rich bowed his head, kissed the back of Falcone's hand that was not holding a cigarette, and said, "As you wish, sir."

Cigarette smoke is more like incense sticks curling up from a temple. After the first bit of rich milky white rises upwards, the smoke will gradually spread out and become a white tulle.

The window frame of the train window framed the silhouettes of two men into an oil painting. With a "click", the door of the carriage was closed, and the secret conversation inside was unheard. commented:

"Over the years, many people have come to beg me, many of them are very unpleasant, and come to me with a lot of money to do business, but I am not a businessman, let alone a killer who takes money to do business. "

"When Rich came to beg me, he had nothing, but that's okay, I liked his attitude, so we went to San Diego together."

"I have forgotten whether the business between me and those Mexicans was negotiated, but on the way back, Rich followed me back to Gotham..."

"At that time, there were no Twelve Families here, and I was just a leader of Gotham North, but with a little reputation..."

"Later, I became bigger and bigger, North District, East District, Central City, Financial Street... In Gotham, many people began to pronounce my name, and more and more people followed me..."

"Professor Rodriguez, human psychology is really a wonderful thing. When Rich begged me in a low voice, in order to save his life, he was willing to pay any price, even putting down his dignity and face."

"But after he followed me to rule the whole of Gotham, he forgot all of this, and felt that he was the founder of this career, and that he, as the first few people who followed me, should share all this with me Glory and power..."

"In the beginning, he looked down on those latecomers. Although they were more useful than him, he still felt that he was a veteran. Look down on the Greeks who only have one daughter..."

"Then, he began to rank and order the twelve families, thinking that those who came first should have more rights than those who came later..."

"In the end, he even felt that, as Evans' uncle, he had the right to interfere with his choice and guide him in doing things..."

"Human beings always like to be more than inferior." Schiller's voice sounded with the soft sound of the lighter. He lit the cigar and slowly put it in his mouth.

"A person who has lost everything will be more eager to stand at the top of power and control everything. If he can't do it in reality, then he can achieve his goal by convincing himself psychologically that he has trampled many people under his feet. Contact."

"As a result, they will develop a personality with extreme desire for control. They will want to control all people who are inferior to them, or they think they are inferior to them, no matter their position, age or seniority. , even height, body shape, appearance..."

"They can get spiritual happiness from belittling and controlling others. When they get used to this way of doing things, everything will start to deviate from the original track. They will become extra arrogant and daring. As long as they can satisfy them The desire to control, they dare to do anything..."

"But he's not smart." The old godfather went on to say, "When I saw him for the first time, I knew he wasn't smart enough."

"But back then, I didn't care because all I needed was a dog who barked as loudly as possible to show the neighbors that I picked a good dog..."

"But after so many years, when he wanted to be the master, he chose to send his little daughter to Evans' bed. That girl was taught to be too stupid by him, and he wanted to win over the new girl with her beauty and love. Godfather..."

"The person who slept with him should be Alberto?" Schiller asked. "Evans doesn't like to wander among women."

"That's right, Evans is more like his mother, stubborn, dedicated, and clean, while Alberto...he is more like me, he doesn't care about these things."

Schiller shook his head and said: "Anyway, Rich made a bad move. Even if his daughter is as beautiful as a fairy, it can't shake Alberto. To be honest, even Evans wouldn't make such a move. Right."

"Indeed, but I'm tired of seeing his stupid tricks again and again. Letting him die at the hands of a mysterious serial murderer is already the most decent way I can give a dog to die."

"I would like to thank the murderer of this serial murder~IndoMTL.com~ Otherwise, I would have to gather everyone together and recite those old things, so that everyone would be given a headache by his stupidity , Let the gunman shoot him down, and then, I still have to listen to the cries of his family and those stupid girls, and I have to clean up the corpse and attend the funeral..."

The old godfather exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "I don't have much time left, and I don't want to waste it mourning a dog."

"To be honest, the mercenary killer you introduced to me is very expensive, but it's quite easy to do. In this era, such a professional killer is rare..."

"Actually, I'm a little curious, Godfather, why don't you use gang killers, but must go outside to find mercenaries?"

"Those people in the gang, it's okay to let them shoot, arrange bombs, or poison, but let them imitate serial killers to saw people open, they can't do such **** work, and they will definitely come back again Dive into the nest like an ostrich, say that I have some trauma, and I have to pay them an extra medical bill..."

Falcone showed a look of boredom, he said: "In the second half of my life, my reputation for kindness and tolerance spread so widely that it overshadowed the deeds of the earlier years, which would have been better. Good thing, it can let me enjoy my old age, but there are always some idiots who don't know what to do..."

Schiller relaxed his body, leaned on the back of the chair, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and said: "Yesterday, that mercenary called me and said that he had received the final payment, and asked me to pay for it on your behalf. In time, if you need it next time, call him."

Falcone pressed the cigar that was almost finished on the paper, and said in a low voice: "Perhaps soon, he will have a prosperous business."