Chapter 85: In the Name of the Father

When Gordon woke up, in the dim ward, only a small desk lamp was on. Shiler was dozing in the chair next to him. Hearing Gordon's movement, he woke up, took off his glasses, and said: "I said you would wake up when I was accompanying you..."

Gordon couldn't speak yet. He was wearing a respirator. Shiler said: "You were injured very heavily, a bit too heavily. After more than 20 hours of rescue, you barely saved your life, and whether you can fully recover is also an unknown."

The voice of this psychologist always carried a power that made people calm.

Gordon blinked. Besides that, he really couldn't do more. Shiler yawned and said: "Thanks to your partner, he arrived in time to save your life."

"But I am a bit sorry, the group of people chasing you seems to have been targeting me originally."

Gordon shook his head slightly. He knew that this group of people were just hired killers. Even if Ma Luoni didn't hire them, he would hire others.

Just when Shiler wanted to continue speaking, the door was opened. Harvey walked in and said: "Awake?"

Shiler nodded and stood up from the chair. Harvey said: "Change to me, you go to rest."

Before Shiler left, he looked at Gordon. This detective, who usually looked energetic, now looked extremely haggard. The double torture of body and mind had already made him a bit mentally trance.

The corridor of the Central Hospital in the middle of the night was pitch black, and only the footsteps of Shiler's leather shoes echoed very clearly.

Coming downstairs, a car stopped at the entrance of the hospital. A tall man in a suit got off and opened the car door for Shiler. After Shiler got on the car, he said: "Let's have some jazz."

Soon, some brisk jazz sounded, adding a bit of fresh air to the stuffy atmosphere in the car. The streamer outside the car still flickered.

Shiler closed his eyes with sleepiness. The person sitting in the passenger seat obviously didn't expect Shiler to fall asleep like this. This professor is really different from ordinary people, he thought.

By the time the car drove to the place, Shiler hadn't woken up from the drowsy sleepiness. The shallow sleep just now made him even more sleepy.

Walking up the wooden stairs, when Shiler walked into the room, Falcone was sitting behind the table in a suit, as usual, and Evans was also in a suit, standing behind his father.

"Walking Alone to Immortality"

Shiler sat opposite the Godfather. He made a cross on his chest and said: "Good evening, Godfather."

Falcone first waved his hand. The tall man in the suit walked up. Falcone took out a box of cigars from under the table. His assistant cut the cigars. Shiler just wanted to refuse, but Falcone said: "I heard people say you like smoking cigars, and I happen to like it too, so let's have one."

Shiler adjusted his posture and leaned his back completely on the back of the chair. He didn't hide his somewhat tired expression at all, but still took the cigar. Evans walked over and leaned over to light the cigar for him.

Shiler held the cigar, looked at him, and said: "I haven't seen you wear a formal suit. There will be many girls chasing you at the ball."

Evans showed a humble smile, said nothing, and retreated behind Falcone.

"You have changed a lot, I can see it." Falcone said. This Godfather only looked elegant when smoking a cigar. He just took a sip and stopped, waited for the exhaled smoke to dissipate, and then spoke.

"I knew you weren't from Cat Getan when I first met you, but it's much better now. This is very good."

"When you are full of vigilance here, you will find that everyone is against you, but when you truly treat this place as your home, you will find that anyone can find their own fellow travelers here."

"Perhaps because everyone is a potential criminal." Shiler said.

"What surprises me is that you don't question why I don't clean up Ma Luoni."

Shiler said in a low voice: "Ma Luoni is not important."

"You always make me feel incredible. I have seen too many people in my life, seen too many geniuses. They are often arrogant. Even if they look very humble on the surface, I know that their respect is just because they fear I have a gun."

"But I happen to know that the reason why the Godfather makes everyone awe is not because of guns."

"You let me see the charm of psychology. You seem to always be able to give the answer I want." Falcone said, just letting the cigar in his hand burn slowly.

"I hope Evans can learn the essence of this subject, but unfortunately, I know he doesn't have this talent."

"His grades are not bad." Shiler flicked the ash and said, "Also very hard-working, he is a good student."

"But that's all, right?"

Shiler didn't care about Evans's somewhat disappointed expression and said: "This is a good thing, Godfather. Studying psychology is a dead end."

"This is not a strange metaphor. When you learn this subject to the end, you will only have two results: either crazy or dead."

"Then it seems you didn't choose either."

"Perhaps I chose both?"

Shiler began to get sleepier and sleepier. The sweet and greasy aroma of tobacco made bursts of drowsiness strike. He squinted his eyes, and the light of the whole world blurred into a piece of white.

"I know, Evans is still too far behind. He is like his mother. He is neither an absolute good person nor can he be an absolute bad person. This is the most terrible thing."

"What kind of person do you hope he becomes?"

Before Falcone could answer, Shiler said: "Or rather, do you hope he becomes the Godfather?"

Falcone was silent.

Obviously, he had the answer in his heart, but he was unwilling to admit this answer.

Is becoming the Godfather a good thing?

Falcone, who had been the Godfather for so many years, couldn't even give an answer.

"How is that policeman?" He asked.

Shiler shook his head and said: "He was injured very heavily, perhaps it will take a long time to get better."

"You can let him fall to Ma Luoni, I won't blame him." Falcone said: "I know these people have no choice, either cooperate or die. In fact, being able to persist until now has already made me look at him with admiration."

"Perhaps this is very offensive, but his persistence is not because of the Godfather."

"Then why? If it's not because of fear of me, why does he want to resist Ma Luoni's request for cooperation?"

"Because Ma Luoni stopped him from going out to fight crime."

"So?"

"He is a policeman. He thinks it is natural for police to catch criminals."

"A very naive idea, right? It even seems a bit absurd in this city."

"Good people don't live long, especially in Cat Getan." Falcone sighed somewhat.

"That's why I will be your longest-lived family tutor."

Falcone closed his eyes. After a while, he said: "Evans, go and kill Ma Luoni, kill him with your own hands."

Evans pursed his lips, and then said in a low voice: "Yes, father."

"As for those people from Metropolis, I will deal with them."

"It doesn't bother you to do it."

"What are your plans?"

"I have earned a lot of money recently, and there is a super mercenary who asks for a high price, who happens to be very moved by the price I offered."

"I will pay for this." Falcone said.

"In your name, God bless Cat Getan."

It seems that this Godfather is indeed old, and he really loves his son. He believes that in the first few decades of the Godfather's life, he had never shown favor to anyone like this.

Indeed, in the glorious years of the Godfather's past, he didn't need to show favor to anyone like this, and no one dared to ask him to do so. And today, he could invite Shiler here and show favor to him in such a posture, which shows that he is really old.

Shiler thought so, his sleepiness getting deeper and deeper. Falcone looked at the person opposite him, gradually closing his eyes. The Godfather sighed and said to Evans: "Send your teacher back to rest."

Evans responded. The Godfather stood up and looked out the window. Outside the window was Cat Getan's quiet night. Looking out from Falcone Manor, only the lighthouse on the coast flickered with a faint light.

Forty years have passed, he thought. The Godfather's friends and enemies have all annihilated with time. His life and years have come to an end with Cat Getan's last era. Only this lighthouse is still shining all night, and with him, witnessed the wind, frost, rain, and snow, and the rise and fall of history of this city.

Evans looked at his father behind him. Falcone's figure didn't have any old state, still very straight. The suit was worn on him, always so fitting.

Finally, the Godfather extinguished the cigar in his hand and said: "I only wish that he will really be your longest-lived family tutor."

On the pier in the East District of Cat Getan, the sea surface reflected the light of the lighthouse, and the waves surged continuously like golden fish. A cargo ship sailed away from the port in the dark night.

The bloody smell on the deck hadn't dissipated. The crew's corpses were thrown into the cold sea. A burly man standing at the bow of the ship spat on the ground and said: "This time it's a big loss, lost a few people, and didn't earn any money."

"Don't care about it, at least we escaped." The other person next to him answered.

Suddenly, when they hadn't sailed very far from the port, the dull bell sound came from Cat Getan City. The bell sound with obvious tremor rang seven times. The leader at the bow asked suspiciously: "Why are they ringing the bell in the middle of the night?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's to see us off." The person next to him shrugged and said.

A light sound came from above. Immediately after, a black and yellow figure appeared on the mast.

"It is indeed to see you off... Deathstroke." ===== CHAPTER 86 =====