Chapter 112: Corrupt Officials Must Be Smart, Upright Officials Must Be Even Smarter

"Alberto! Don't run! Charge straight at the wheelchair!"

The face beneath the Holiday Killer's mask was filled with horror; hearing Ma Ma Zhaodi's shout, his footsteps became even faster.

What a joke; if he didn't run now, he'd be run over by the wheelchair.

And where the hell did this nonsensical guy come from? How did he know his identity?

However, it was already too late; how could human legs outrun a wheelchair moving at super-high speed? The Holiday Killer only heard the wheelchair's whoosh and the man's singing getting closer and closer behind him, until it finally almost completely pressed against his back.

"I stumble and rush toward you—"

Thud.

A strong pushing sensation on his back surged forth; for the first time in his life, the Holiday Killer had the illusion of wings sprouting from his back.

After all, he really did fly out for a short distance.

But he was not injured; a figure dove in to block him, rolling with him on the ground several times to dissipate most of the impact force.

But Alberto had no mood to thank him, because that figure, after landing, casually took out a pair of handcuffs and directly cuffed him in place—and he also saw that figure's appearance clearly: it was Batman in all-black attire.

Alberto's brain thought frantically; from the moment he ran out of the orchard gate, various heavy-hitting pieces of information began flooding into his brain one after another, leaving him completely passive, but he was smart; he only needed a little time to immediately sort out the current situation.

A stranger driving a rainbow-colored high-speed wheelchair shouted out his true identity, ran him over and sent him flying, then Batman caught him and casually cuffed him—stripping away the flashy distracting elements, he had been ambushed by the wheelchair man and Batman, and not only that, his identity had been guessed.

A trap set by Batman—truly a good trap; letting him kill the two heads of the Maroni family, Gotham City losing a gang family, then arresting the Holiday Killer on the spot, Gotham City losing another pathological criminal.

What a pity, he shouldn't have arrested me directly, because I still have some people I want to kill: Carla Vitti, who once tried to challenge the Falcone family's authority; the turncoats within the family who weren't fully loyal to my father; and other gang families from out of town who came to Gotham wanting to stick their noses in.

Ah, what a pity, I still wanted to clear more obstacles for my father; I wonder if he'll scold me when he comes to visit me in prison.

But if I had to do it again, I would probably still do the same thing—I am Falcone's son, not some gentle and refined good kid; I am someone qualified to stand by my father's side, not someone who just happened to be born next to my father.

Moreover, the feeling of standing at the center of the storm was indeed incredibly pleasant; in the past ten-plus years of my life, I've never been this conspicuous—destroying one of Gotham City's black families entirely by my own power, this is a feeling of having removed restraints, breaking free from all sorts of limitations in my life; it transcends all stale and old rules, making one intoxicated, making one happy.

Seemingly putting on the mask called the Holiday Killer, actually, taking off the mask called "Alberto."

Relying solely on this outsider status was enough to completely destroy the intricate chess game called "underworld family," which was built on bloody rules, human connections, and morality—someone who doesn't follow the board's rules can certainly gain more advantages than someone who strictly obeys the rules.

As Alberto's thoughts flashed like lightning, Batman had already dialed Chief Gordon's phone, but strangely, no police cars appeared around.

"They are keeping me because I am still useful." Alberto immediately drew this conclusion.

Immediately after, two unexpected figures appeared before his eyes.

"Spit! The Falcone family's brats are indeed no good!"

"We should just draw our guns and kill you right now!"

White-haired Luigi and black-haired Sal, the two heads of the Maroni family across two generations, walked over cursing, their chest clothes torn open to reveal the Kevlar bulletproof vests underneath.

"Damn it, almost died at the hands of this little bastard!"

Perhaps the Maroni family could indeed get bulletproof vests, but the two in front of them were obviously from the police station; the police insignias on them were very conspicuous.

"Fuck."

Alberto, who had been relatively calm just now, couldn't help but blurt out a curse; he now realized he had misjudged Batman's paranoia; he simply wouldn't allow a criminal to be killed right before his eyes; as long as it was a living person, he wouldn't watch them die—even if they were underworld bosses like Sal and Luigi, whose hands were covered in blood.

Having them two put on bulletproof vests in advance meant telling them the plan in advance, which added unnecessary risk to the plan; one had to prevent them from privately deploying personnel upon learning the Holiday Killer's movements, and also prevent them from showing cracks in their daily lives.

As long as Alberto noticed extra arrangements around the assassination target, or saw that the two were acting to fish him out, he could escape alive today—which was also the reason Chief Gordon wasn't brought to lead the team.

"You are a complete madman—as long as you let them die, you wouldn't need to make so many extra arrangements! Have you ever thought I might aim for the head?"

"With the caution of Sal and his son, you wouldn't get close enough to that range—and you are equally cautious, so you would only choose the torso, which is easier to hit, and you would shoot twice. However, I didn't expect you to actually choose to kill father and son on Father's Day; we thought you would only kill the father."

Ma Ma Zhaodi walked over while explaining, but at this moment he was wearing a black robe; he didn't want Alberto to remember him.

"What if? If I aimed for the head, they would be dead by now."

"Then you really should have aimed for the head, you little brat," Luigi sneered.

Ma Ma Zhaodi shrugged; if he really had aimed for the head, even if he had actually hit it, he would have discovered that the Maroni father and son's bulletproof vests were actually not the strongest insurance measure.

【Life Roasted Mushroom Skewer

Price: Five thousand US dollars

Note: I really don't want to eat durian anymore—Link】

The effect of the mushroom skewer is to increase the maximum life limit by 8 points once; comparing this value to an ordinary person, an ordinary person only has 1 to 2 life points; in other words, this skewer of mushrooms can make a person's vitality reach cockroach levels for a short time.

The Maroni father and son didn't know why a roasted skewer had appeared in their breakfast, but they indeed liked this fragrant mushroom dish very much; Batman watched with his own eyes as they ate the two roasted mushroom skewers.

At this moment, Harvey Dent and Chief Gordon also arrived at the scene.

"As agreed before, Mr. Maroni, you must lend us a hand."

"Of course," Sal Maroni replied: "I will help you accuse the Roman—"

"And bring down the Falcone family."

PS: The iOS 30% cut is truly ruthless; last month a LeetCode big shot reached the top alliance with 1,000 yuan (thanks, thanks), I was happily waiting for the 500 yuan from the 50/50 split with the platform, but this month I checked, and after Apple took its cut, less than 300 remained.

(End of this chapter)