Chapter 809: Expired Strategies Are Deadly (Part 3)

Until the moment Alberto spoke, Savage realized that his personality was completely different from what was described in the information, and was diametrically opposite.

In the information he obtained from the Batcave, Yin Wensi was an introverted personality. His internal traits were closer to an artist, liking emotional thinking and deep thinking rather than fast-paced thinking. He was not good at reacting on the spot and preferred to express his thoughts through some media.

This kind of person was very difficult to mix in the mafia. However, fortunately, he had a good background, which gave him comfortable living conditions.

But this would also become his fatal charm. Combined with his previous anxious performance of wanting to prove himself, Savage could judge that his father-son relationship with the Godfather was at a delicate node.

If someone took the initiative to find him at this time and provided him with help, then even if he knew this person was untrustworthy, he probably wouldn't be willing to let go of this power. After all, in this situation, any piece of power would enhance his sense of security.

An unfavored heir also knew his own situation. The king and father who had the power of life and death over him didn't know when he would make a decision to make him lose everything.

No one could endure this kind of pressure. He should be anxious to find a life-saving straw now, so Savage didn't mind using an active posture to find him. This wasn't forcing himself on him, but offering help in a time of need.

But when he saw Alberto, he knew that the situation might be different from what he imagined. The first time he saw Alberto, he knew that this person was definitely not an artist-type personality. He was a natural competitor, a beast.

Alberto pointed to the chair opposite and said: "Please sit down, Mr. Savage. If you must talk, we can temporarily put aside those unnecessary rules and talk about the things you care about more..."

Savage sat on the chair, his posture looking very relaxed, but in fact, he didn't have such confidence inside. The other party's posture wasn't what he wanted, which meant he couldn't gain an absolute advantage, but he still intended to try. The mafia resources of all of Cat Getan were still very tempting.

"Hello, Mr. Falcone. My name is Vandal Savage, from an ancient era you might not be able to imagine..." Savage opened his mouth to set his tone. He had to take out the third or even fourth step of his script that he had prepared to arouse the other party's curiosity.

"Oh?" Alberto looked at Savage and asked with some interest: "Ancient era? How ancient?"

"I once danced with Neanderthals, saw meteorites fall, countless prehistoric creatures that appeared in history books ran past me, and the torrent of the era sent me here..." When Savage opened his mouth, he had a kind of ancient, melodious tone, making people can't help but recall those historical fragments they had seen in museums.

"If I had plenty of time today, I would be very happy to listen to you tell the stories of your past." Alberto picked up his watch and glanced at it, saying: "But I still have things to do later. Let's start from modern times."

He sighed and said: "The goods in these few cold storage rooms arrived here only yesterday. They arrived here for only one day, and you appeared here. We verified that you don't belong to any mafia in Cat Getan, but this saved your life..."

Alberto's tone became colder and colder. He looked into Savage's eyes and said: "If you were a member of any mafia controlled by the Twelve Families, you would have already gone to see God."

"I am older than God. The faith you praise in the human world is just a scam by a group of gamblers..." Savage stood up without showing weakness.

With a "bang" of a gunshot, Savage picked up the chair with one hand, knocked down the mafia member behind him, then bent down and lowered his head, dodging the fist swung from his side. "Bang, bang, bang," several consecutive gunshots rang out, fire splashed, glass fragments and wood chips burst in the room, and with a flash of light, Savage's figure disappeared.

Alberto's expression was calm from beginning to end. He touched the dial of his watch and said: "It has been a long time since anyone dared to make a move here. I don't care if he can teleport. If I can't see him before tonight, then this matter can only be left to the Godfather to decide..."

After speaking, he turned and left. The Cobblepot and other bosses remaining in the room had cold expressions. One of them walked up and asked Cobblepot: "What's going on, Oswald? Why is the young master so angry?"

Cobblepot shook his head and said: "Recently, he needs to intern and spent too much time in the hospital, causing him to be busy until late every night. Last night, that guy who didn't know life from death broke into the Falcone family's important storage area in the middle of the night and disturbed his rest..."

The other mafia bosses all shook their heads, but they all reached a consensus, that is, this new Godfather was walking on the same path of power as his father, and perhaps, he would do better.

After Savage returned to the hotel where he was staying, his face was still gloomy. He discovered that the information in his hand might be wrong.

But the only thing that made him doubt was, if this information was just a smokescreen and a trap, then why would the other party write it so detailed?

This detail didn't refer to the amount of content, but that the logic was interlocked.

In this information, the method to deal with Falcone was to use his son, which was his only weakness.

It detailed the reasons, methods, and several possible results of doing so. Every line was written very clearly. If it was a trap, then it could only be said that the other side was truly a creative master.

Savage was not stupid. It was impossible for him to fully believe this information after suffering a loss once. He intended to put it aside and find a few people he could trust first. But just after he flipped through a few pages, he discovered a familiar name—"Schiller Rodriguez."

The Mirror Master and Captain Cold he sent out before had both mentioned this name. Savage knew that this was a professor working at Cat Getan University, majoring in psychology. In the information of Mirror Master and Captain Cold, he was described as very terrifying.

The intelligence provided by this mysterious person detailed Schiller's resume, pointing out that he was a detective and psychologist who had participated in the investigation of serial murder cases several times. Furthermore, this document proposed a conjecture: the author of the document believed that Schiller might have a shocking criminal history and that he came to Cat Getan precisely to escape punishment.

After reading Schiller's resume, Savage also sighed a little. In his long life, he had seen countless crazy murderers, but most of them only had one or two criminal experiences. Even the most famous serial murder case murderers had their peak period of creation concentrated within a few years.

And the long string of text on Schiller's resume was telling of his busy experiences in the last ten years or so. If these were all true, Savage was very much in favor of the author's point of view. Schiller couldn't just be a detective; he must have been a murderer.

Savage didn't like dealing with such people. They almost didn't admire worldly fame and wealth, and their only wish was to commit crimes. But if he could borrow their hands to add a little chaos, Savage could reorganize his strength.

And Schiller, who didn't know he was being targeted at all, was currently in the classroom tutoring Jason on basic grammar.

"Look here, you have to get used to using guiding words, this will make your logic clearer... Yes, that's right, it can be omitted, but also pay attention, the interval and pause when speaking after omission, don't be too hasty..."

Schiller pointed to a sentence in the grammar book and said: "Your speaking speed is a bit too fast. Actually, there is no need for this at all. You are anxious for the other party to understand your point of view, which is actually paying too much attention to the other party's reaction. Sometimes, you should focus more on your own logic..."

"In the process of conversation, you must pay attention to the expression of the id as much as possible. It is not wrong to be good at listening to others' thoughts, but if your logic cannot be self-consistent and you cannot convince yourself, then it will be difficult for you to convince the patient..."

Jason kept nodding, looking at the grammar book attentively. He just pointed to one of the lines and said: "Is this reply to the dialogue okay? Won't it seem too rude? The interjection he used is a bit too radical, right?"

"No, this is actually a kind of self-suggestion. You have to raise your state. In the process of conversation, try to keep excited as much as possible. You need to use your own positive emotions to infect the other party, and using some exaggerated interjections and more frequent gestures will help you improve your state..."

Schiller and Jason communicated with each other, and the communication between the two was very smooth. In less than half an hour, Schiller closed the book and said: "Okay, today's class is over. Are you going to the dormitory to sleep, or..."

"Oh, I still have to go back to the Roll-Tail Gang. I heard the big boss is looking for us for something. The others can't figure out the situation, so I have to be the one."

Schiller leaned back on the chair in a relaxed manner and said: "Thank God, it's you in class today. If it were Bruce..."

He instinctively wanted to say some unfriendly words, but it seemed he thought of Bruce's current state, and finally didn't continue speaking. Hearing Bruce's name, Jason wrinkled his nose.

"What's wrong?" Schiller asked: "Why show this expression?"

Jason snorted coldly and said: "Isn't that a bad guy who likes to kidnap children? I heard that several children have gone missing in his hands. I looked him wrong before. Next time he comes to school, he'd better wait for me..."

Obviously, Jason also knew about Batman's scandal. He knew that Batman was Bruce Wayne, so his words were unhindered. But Schiller said: "Heard? Who did you hear it from?"

"The newspaper said so." Jason replied.

"Who wrote the newspaper?" Schiller asked again.

Jason thought for a while, then slowly shook his head. Schiller said: "Newspapers are also written by people. As long as they are people, they will have selfishness. Imagine, if the rival boss of your Roll-Tail Gang went to work at a newspaper office, how would he write about you?"

Jason immediately showed a disgusted expression and said: "That guy would definitely spread rumors. Last time he framed me, saying I deducted commissions, when it was clearly him who didn't even let go of the little money earned by the smallest child..."

"Jason, don't listen to hearsay, don't rely on other people's profiling to understand a person. You have to write your own homework, and profiling is the same." Schiller smiled and said.

Jason pursed his lips and said: "But. If what the newspaper said is true, then wouldn't I..."

He just wanted to hesitate and nod, but Schiller seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and his attitude immediately took a 180-degree turn. He said: "Your impression of Bruce is correct. You'd better stay away from him. He likes to catch children home the most, then make them wear tights, put on masks, and dress up as Robin..."

"Listen, Jason, although it's your freedom to want to wear whatever clothes, sometimes, costumes with themes that are too distinct are actually derived from mental problems. We call it cross-dressing..."

"Of course, if he has cross-dressing himself, we can't stop him, but if he wants to dress everyone else like that, then it's purely looking for trouble."

"If he tells you he needs an assistant, hopes you become a hero, hopes you help him fight crime, and other ghost talk, don't believe a word of it!"

Jason widened his eyes, seemingly not understanding why Schiller said this, but Schiller still exhorted on his own:

"If you see a person with green hair on the road who likes to laugh for no reason, you must walk around him. No matter what he tells you, don't believe it!"

"Wait a minute, perhaps it's not just green hair..." Schiller touched his own hair and then said: "If you are walking on the road and see someone who looks exactly like me, no matter what he tells you, don't believe it!"

Jason was dumbfounded. ===== CHAPTER 810 =====