Chapter 83: Heart Like a Stubborn Stone (Part I)

Cat Getan rainy night. Cat Getan's rain is always delicate and long, with bone-eroding cold. The rain lines are like a gray net under the illumination of the lights. When approaching the ground, every drop of rain falling on the ground will splash tiny water flowers.

The engine sound started from the end of the dark alley, accompanied by the sound of light water. The subtle movement made by the tires rolling over the uneven road surface got closer and closer. When the dazzling headlights appeared at the back door of the police station, Gordon knew that he was going to have trouble.

A stretched luxury car stopped in front of Gordon. He saw the reflection of the rifle barrel in the car window glass. A person in the rearview mirror nodded at him. No one spoke, and the whole process was as quiet as Cat Getan's night.

Gordon took a deep breath. He reached out and touched the pistol on his waist. Although the pistol had just been replaced with new accessories, it couldn't bring him any sense of security at all. In this city, the police couldn't obtain any law enforcement power by their guns, and couldn't even protect themselves.

A man in a black suit walked down and opened the car door for Gordon. Gordon looked at his watch. It was 9:12 PM, and he was going to miss dinner with Barbara again.

In the end, Gordon got on the car. When the vehicle started, he looked out the window. The neon of the shop signs flashed by in his field of vision, leaving the brilliance of red and blue intersection. Raindrops hit the car window glass, blurring these lights into a piece of blurry light halo.

Gordon said: "Who am I going to see?"

"You'll know when you see him." The person sitting in the passenger seat answered him.

When driving on a somewhat rugged road, the vehicle shook a bit. The headlights flickered constantly on different buildings, and soon turned into an alley Gordon had never been to. He knew this should be in the East District, and it was on the most dangerous edge of the East District.

He got out of the car. The black suit led him to the door of a mansion. Two people stood in front of the gate, both holding guns. One of them walked up. Gordon put his hands on his forehead. That person took away the gun on his waist, searched his body up and down, and determined that there were no weapons. Gordon followed the person leading the way and walked in.

This mansion was decorated very luxuriously, and the interior was brightly lit, but there were not many people. Gordon went to the second floor. As soon as the person leading the way opened the door, Gordon saw a quite burly back. He knew that was Sal Ma Luoni, the newly promoted big leader of the East District.

Ma Luoni turned around. He didn't look handsome, appearing a bit fierce, the corners of his mouth always hanging down fiercely, while the corners of his eyes were always hanging up evilly.

He turned the ring on his hand and said: "Sheriff, please sit down. It's very presumptuous to invite you over tonight."

"I don't know what's wrong with gang members now. You are all polite, as if you are more like a policeman than me."

Gordon's reply was very rude, and he didn't sit down according to Ma Luoni's wishes, but stood straight.

Ma Luoni's expression was uncertain, but it seemed he didn't mind Gordon's offense. He said: "I invited you over because I want to talk to you about a business. You know, just like the kind of business gangs often talk about."

"I don't talk business with gangs."

"Oh?" Ma Luoni laughed, "This kind of statement is quite novel. I've heard some of you say that my offer is not enough, but I've never heard that anyone doesn't want to cooperate with gangs."

"The fact is just like this. I don't cooperate with any gang."

"Then why do you participate in the Godfather's business? Your field team shouldn't have earned less money on his private prison line, right?"

"I'm just being a policeman. Fighting crime is the policeman's duty." Gordon said.

He said the truth. Even if he knew that the criminals he caught didn't bring higher turnover to the Godfather, his own behavior was indeed catching criminals. If this behavior could bring him profit, that would be better, but if not, Gordon would always persist. After all, he was doing the same thing before this business, and he was the only one doing it.

"My condition is very simple. You don't have to do anything. You just need to drag it out, find various reasons to stop the field team from going out."

Ma Luoni spread his hands and said: "How simple! What you have to do is do nothing, and I will offer a price that satisfies you."

Gordon said: "I can see that you have been imitating the Godfather. I haven't met His Excellency Falcone, but I know that Cat Getan has countless clumsy imitators of him, thinking they are elegant, gentle, and polite, speaking in a tone, and even learning from him, carrying some Italian accent."

"But this is useless, Mr. Ma Luoni. You are not Falcone, and Cat Getan will not have a second Falcone. At least for now, Cat Getan is the Godfather's Cat Getan, not yours."

Ma Luoni's face turned completely black, because Gordon said his heart disease. He was indeed imitating Falcone, or just as Gordon said, Cat Getan had too many people imitating this Godfather.

Although they hadn't even read middle school, they still learned from Falcone, using various very elegant wording, insisting on twisting a short sentence into a long and difficult sentence with various complex grammar.

They wear suits, tie ties, pin flowers on their chests, and hold fountain pens instead of pistols, just like the Godfather.

Falcone is like the benchmark of Cat Getan gangs. This Godfather's personality charm is too strong, so that all gang leaders are imitating him, and Ma Luoni is one of them.

When you come to Cat Getan, you will feel very surprised. Gangs here don't find a group of kidnappers to kidnap you, but drive a black luxury car to your door on a rainy night, and then talk to you in a luxuriously decorated room, behind a black desk, in a formal suit, with a polite attitude.

They don't look like gangs, but more like a group of old-fashioned aristocrats, and these all come from Falcone's influence.

"Deceived Kangxi"

This is what makes Ma Luoni feel ashamed, because he is different from others. He feels that he has never surrendered to the Godfather's power. He feels that he is destined to overthrow Falcone, but he has to admit that he has indeed been imitating this Godfather.

And he doesn't imitate well. Ma Luoni is not suitable for wearing suits at all. He doesn't have the elegant temperament of the Godfather. Even a neat suit cannot cover his savagery.

But Falcone represents the most glorious era of Cat Getan gangs. Every move he makes is engraved with the traces of that boiling era. This temperament precipitation brought from that golden age, that kind of power as if everything is under control, makes Ma Luoni fascinated.

He is full of malice wanting to replace the Godfather, but at the same time, like everyone in Cat Getan, he is also full of heartfelt respect for the Godfather.

Gordon looked at Ma Luoni's silence and said: "Do you know? Before entering this door, I knew that the person who invited me must not be His Excellency the Godfather, although you used the car model he likes most and also used the way he most commonly invites people."

"Is that so? Because of what?" Ma Luoni asked.

"If it were His Excellency Falcone who invited me today, I wouldn't be searched, nor would I be disarmed. The Godfather actually doesn't care at all whether I have weapons when I see him, because he is much more confident than you."

Ma Luoni was almost unable to hold his disguise. Every word Gordon said was stuck in his heart. Everything he said was the truth.

When Falcone invited anyone to talk, he wouldn't disarm them, even if the other party was a desperado who had killed countless people. He dared to sit behind the table, less than two meters away from those people, unarmed, and only used language to make them convinced.

But Ma Luoni didn't dare.

How could he dare to let an old policeman with training walk within two meters of him? He didn't have any grasp at all. He had to guard against Gordon suddenly attacking him. He didn't even know why Falcone dared to do so.

Why was the Godfather so confident that everyone he saw didn't dare to move against him? Ma Luoni never understood this question from beginning to end. In his view, if there was one mistake, all his efforts would be wiped out in the sound of gunfire. He would never give anyone this opportunity.

He felt his caution was not wrong, but this didn't prevent him from having a sense of shame of being defeated before fighting. He said to Gordon in a low voice: "Do you think your current action is wise? Provoking me again and again on my territory?!"

"Are you starting to cast aside those disguises?" Gordon asked him: "Just now your wording was no different from the little thugs on the street. You didn't use any complex vocabulary because you felt that I saw through the truth, so there was no need to pretend anymore?"

Ma Luoni waved his hand, and there was a "click" sound behind him. The sound of bullets being loaded echoed in the room. The man in the suit behind him held a shotgun and pointed it straight at Gordon.

Gordon shook his head and said: "This is the gap between you and His Excellency Falcone. You invited me here, saying it was to talk business, but there is never a reason to kill people if the business can't be talked about in this world. You are still the set of gangs. If I don't agree with you, you point a gun at me and force me to agree."

"So why did you send a car and people to pick me up here? You might as well find a group of kidnappers, just like the other gangs in the East District, kidnap me to a basement, give me two punches, and then point a gun at my head and ask me if I agree. If I don't agree, then shoot my arm."

"Enough." Ma Luoni said. He took a deep breath and waved his hand. The person behind him put down the gun. He said: "You are very smart. You know I don't want to lose to Falcone."

"Your intelligence saved your life, Sheriff Gordon. I can let you leave tonight, but this is not me imitating anyone, but me mercifully giving you a chance to think. If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

When Gordon came out of the mansion, cold sweat had almost soaked his shirt.

Only he knew how dangerous it was just now. If it weren't for him repeatedly using Falcone to stimulate Ma Luoni, stirring up Ma Luoni's rebellious psychology, whether he could walk out of the mansion completely was a question.

Cat Getan's cold wind blew on him, and the fine rain lines hit his face. He walked back slowly. He thought, he didn't say wrong. Ma Luoni was far worse than Falcone. He was already angry and ashamed.

If it were Falcone who invited him tonight, let alone whether Gordon's little tricks could anger the Godfather, even if he was disrespectful to Falcone, the Godfather wouldn't even send a car to send him back.

Thinking like this, Gordon looked up at Cat Getan's night sky. Raindrops fell into his eyes. He wiped his face, and then he thought, I'm afraid this trouble is far from over. ===== CHAPTER 84 =====