Chapter 823

The difficulty of ordinary people in Cat Getan disguising themselves as gang bosses lies in the fact that they cannot get good cars, good suits, and bodyguards. If they had the ability to get these things, they could have become gang bosses long ago.

But Bruce is different. He is a rich man with a sick brain who insists on finding another profession outside his own race. Things that ordinary people can't do, he wants to do easily.

That's right, Bruce's plan is to first observe the behavior and appearance of gang bosses, then dress up as them, and mix into them.

The reason he would have this thought is actually because, during the many days in the slums, he found that there are too many gangs in Cat Getan, and the number of big and small bosses is countless. Ordinary people can't remember so many faces at all.

And because the personnel changes in gangs are very fast, today you are a big boss who rules three blocks, and the next day you are killed. Maybe at this time, the gang boss in the next block doesn't even know it. How could the bodyguards of nightclubs and mansions know?

And the reason why observation is still needed is because, before, Bruce felt that gang members at different levels might have great differences in appearance conditions, so he needed to remember every difference in detail to facilitate his future recognition of people.

But now, because gang bosses are fanatically obsessed with the Godfather, they have approached consistency in appearance infinitely. Everyone is in black suits and leather shoes, and members of the Twelve Families add a red poppy. Isn't it just that as long as you dress like this, you can talk to members at any level?

"A plan is gradually taking shape in my mind, but I know that to complete this shocking scam, many factors are still needed, and there is a place that can let me perfectly realize this plan. For this, I must find a person..."

Another page of the calendar was torn off, and there was less than a day left until the homework submission date, but at this time, Bruce's writing was flowing like a spring. Among the words outlined by his pen, a familiar name appeared—"James Gordon."

"James has always been my good helper, and this time, I hope he can cooperate with my plan..."

"Until now, I still remember the surprised expression on his face when I found him and said to him to let him arrest me. But I can understand him. He must have thought I had gone crazy again, but in fact, this is the most important part of my plan..."

Crossing the smile at the corner of Bruce's mouth, opposite him was Gordon's extremely surprised expression. He widened his eyes and said: "What did you say? Let me arrest you??? You..."

"Wait a minute, Bruce, let's talk properly..." Gordon stepped forward and patted Bruce on the shoulder and said: I know, you were greatly stimulated before, but, some things need to be gradual. You are still young, don't take the wrong path..."

"No, James, listen to me." Bruce looked at Gordon very calmly and said: "If I am arrested, will I be locked in prison?"

Gordon's movements stiffened, and he said: "Regardless of whether you will... well, you shouldn't be locked in prison. You are a mental patient and have a mental illness test report issued by the hospital, so you should be locked in a mental hospital."

"Then which is the most famous mental hospital in Cat Getan?" Bruce asked.

"Of course it's Arkham Asylum... Wait, you want to go to Arkham Asylum? What are you going there for? There are no fellow patients of yours there, only a group of gang bosses who don't want to be discharged..."

"I just want to find those gang bosses."

Finally, Gordon still helped with this favor. Bruce got his wish and was tried under a disguised identity, and then locked in Arkham Mental Hospital.

Standing in the corridor of this hospital again, Bruce had a completely different state of mind. The last time he was an intern here, he watched Shiler turn a mental hospital that was originally considered normal into a clubhouse for gang bosses.

At that time, he also dealt with these gang bosses, but at that time, he stubbornly believed that there was nothing to see about this group of criminals. He would talk to them, but it was just a pretense.

But now, he stood in front of Arkham Asylum, wearing a suit, a tie, and leather shoes polished to a shine.

Get off the car, stomp, tidy the tie, walk quickly into the door, enter the room, light a cigar, sit on the chair, and exhale smoke first. Before Bruce could speak, a gang boss dressed the same way walked over and said: "This is good stuff, buddy. Where did it come from? Could it be the batch of goods before December?"

Bruce's fingers rubbed the side of the cigar lightly and said: "It's not smuggled goods, just spent a bit more money."

The person next to him raised his eyebrows and sat on the chair next to Bruce. Bruce was wearing a mask, but from the scars on his neck that hadn't healed yet, it could be seen that he should have suffered severe burns.

"My name is Harrison. Fisherman's Port in the East District is my territory. Where are you from? Who are you looking for when you come in?"

"You can call me Matches Malone. My territory is not far from Wei En Tower. Of course, it also has something to do with the South District. I didn't come here to find anyone, but to talk about a business..."

Every word Bruce said was true, so his demeanor and tone were flawless. The person named Harrison narrowed his eyes and said: "Not far from Wei En Tower..."

Bruce didn't continue to speak, leaving Harrison with enough room for imagination. Harrison certainly couldn't think that the person in front of him was Wei En, but as far as he knew, the territory near Wei En Tower should be directly controlled by the Twelve Families.

Harrison thought, the person opposite said this, obviously indicating his identity, but also expressed his attitude. You just need to know that I am from the Twelve Families, you don't need to know which family I am specifically from.

Since it is such an attitude, it shows that the business he is talking about might be a bit special. Harrison made up all the reasons in his mind. He looked at Bruce and said: "You should understand the rules here. This is a place outside the law. Whether the business can be talked about depends on sincerity. How much sincerity are you willing to take out?"

"I thought. Talking about business anywhere in this world should start with returns." Bruce was not afraid of testing at all. After all, he was not really a prodigal playboy. The Wei En family could develop to this point, and he contributed significantly. Gaining an advantage at the negotiating table was easy for him.

Harrison rubbed his fingers. He found that the other party was a tough nut to crack. Sure enough, he was from the Twelve Families, Harrison thought. So, he smiled and softened his tone and said: "It is indeed like this, but the situation here is relatively special. You can understand it as, as long as you can enter this hospital, you have a chance to talk to everyone fairly."

"In the past, you might not have had the right to see certain people, and certain people might not have had the right to see you. We all have to follow the rules and cannot do things indiscriminately. But in this hospital, we all have only one identity, and that is a patient."

"If this is your first time here, I have to remind you, remember this point, we are just patients. If you still treat yourself as a gang boss, some very terrible things might happen. There is a doctor here who doesn't appear often, but you'd better not provoke him. If you shoot here and make a hole in the wall, you're going to be in big trouble."

"I've been here." Bruce said directly: "At that time, that professor was still working here. I made some like-minded friends here, which was very beneficial to my career, so I came here this time to find some more trustworthy partners..."

Hearing him say this, Harrison changed his attitude again and said: "So you have been here early on. Then there is nothing to say. Whatever business you want to talk about, just go ahead."

"But that was a long time ago. I don't know if the situation here has changed. If you are willing to give me a little guidance, maybe I can get a diagnosis sheet from that professor?"

Harrison's eyes lit up immediately. He put his hands on the table and said: "Now everyone knows that Cat Getan has two places that are different. One is Arkham Asylum, and the other is Cat Getan University."

"In these two locations, no matter who enters, they have only one identity. If you are in Arkham Asylum, then you are a patient. If you are in Cat Getan University, then you are a student."

"But precisely because of this, we have a chance for equal communication. Many people choose to be admitted themselves, or let their children enroll, to talk about some business that is not so easy to talk about."

Hearing this, Bruce was stunned. Arkham Asylum and Cat Getan University became the two most special locations in Cat Getan, and they all have a common feature, that is, they are all influenced by Shiler.

"Thinking of this, I feel a bit confused. Is this a coincidence? Or is it that someone long ago saw the problem with this rule, and therefore deliberately broke the convention, created a platform, and strengthened communication to alleviate the various problems caused by the solidification of rules?"

"What makes me feel confused is that the professor who influenced these two places doesn't look like someone who wants to save Cat Getan at all."

"But I don't think this is a coincidence either. If I remember correctly, the Godfather created the rules of the gangs and required everyone to follow them. But this hospital broke the convention, but why didn't the Godfather express any objection?"

Bruce put down his pen, paused, and continued to write:

"Or is it really as he said, the gang rule is the only solution he could find in that era, and today, in fact, everyone has realized that this set of rules cannot continue to support it."

"Perhaps Arkham Asylum and Cat Getan University are the prelude to the Godfather wanting to loosen the chains, but why has Cat Getan remained the same as before for three years, and this form of platform has not developed more widely?"

"What on earth are the Godfather and the professor waiting for?"

When this line of words fell, Bruce's pen tip suddenly paused. A conjecture appeared in his mind, making him feel absurd, and then his ink spread on the paper, with a hint of disbelief.

"... Are they waiting for me?"

"From that time on, were they waiting for someone who could awaken from the rules, realize the problem, have the courage to overthrow all this, and have the wisdom to establish new rules?"