Chapter 80 In the Name of the Father

When Gordon woke up, there was only a small desk lamp on in the dark ward. Schiller was dozing on the chair next to him. When he heard Gordon's movements, he woke up, took off his glasses, and said: "I just said you would wake up while I was with you..."

Gordon is still speechless and wearing a respirator. Schiller said: "You were seriously injured, a little too serious. After more than 20 hours of resuscitation, you could only barely save your life, and it is unknown whether you can fully recover."

The psychiatrist's voice always carries a calming power.

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

"But I'm a little sorry. The group of people chasing you seems to have come for me."

Gordon shook his head slightly. He knew that these people were just hired killers. Even if Maroni didn't hire them, he would hire others.

Just as Schiller was about to continue speaking, the door opened and Harvey walked in and said, "Are you awake?"

Schiller nodded and stood up from the chair. Harvey said, "Let me do it. You go and rest."

Before Schiller left, he glanced at Gordon. The detective, who usually seemed energetic, now looked extremely haggard. The double physical and mental torture had made him a little dazed.

The corridor of the Central Hospital was dark late at night, and only the footsteps of Schiller's leather shoes echoed very clearly.

When we came downstairs, a car stopped at the entrance of the hospital. A tall man in a suit came down and opened the door for Schiller. After Schiller got in the car, he said, "Let's have some jazz."

Soon, some light jazz music started playing, adding a little fresh air to the dull atmosphere in the car, and the light outside the car still flickered.

Schiller closed his eyes with sleepiness. The person sitting in the passenger seat obviously did not expect that Schiller fell asleep like this. This professor is really different from ordinary people, he thought.

By the time the car arrived, Schiller had not yet woken up from his drowsy sleep. The light sleep he had just had made him even more sleepy.

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

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Schiller sat across from the godfather, crossed himself on his chest, and said, "Good evening, godfather."

Falcone waved his hand first, then the tall man in a suit came up. Falcone took out a box of cigars from under the table. His assistant cut the cigars. Just when Schiller was about to refuse, Falcone said: "I heard someone said you like smoking cigars, and I happen to like them too, so let's have one."

Schiller adjusted his posture and leaned his back completely on the back of the chair. He did not hide his tired expression at all, but still took the cigar. Evans came over and leaned over to light the cigarette for him.

Schiller took a cigar, glanced at him, and said, "I haven't seen you in formal clothes. 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. The godfather still looked very elegant when smoking a cigar. He just took a brief breath and waited for the smoke to dissipate before speaking again. say.

"When I first met you, I knew you weren't from Gotham, but you're better now, which is good."

“When you are wary of this place, you will find that everyone is against you, but when you truly regard this place as your home, you will find that anyone can find their own kindred spirits here. "

"Maybe because everyone is a potential criminal," Schiller said.

"I'm a little surprised that you don't question why I didn't take care of Maroney."

Schiller said in a low voice: "Maroney is not important."

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

"But I know exactly that the reason why the Godfather makes everyone fear him is not his gun."

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

"I hope Evans can learn the essence of this subject, but unfortunately, I know that he does not have this talent."

"His grades are pretty good," Schiller said, shaking off the ashes of his cigarette. "He also works hard and is a good student."

"But that's it, right?"

Schiller didn't care about Evans' somewhat disappointed look. He said, "This is a good thing, Your Majesty Godfather. Learning psychology is a dead end."

Falcone looked at him, and Schiller took another puff of his cigar, and then said: "This is not a bizarre metaphor. When you learn this science to the end, you will only have two results, either madness or death." ”

"Then it seems you have no choice."

"Maybe I chose both?"

Schiller began to feel more and more sleepy, and the sweet aroma of tobacco made him sleepy one after another. He squinted his eyes, and the light of the whole world dimmed into white.

"I know that Evans is still far behind. He is like his mother. He is neither an absolutely good person nor an absolutely bad person. This is the most terrifying thing."

"What kind of person do you want him to be?"

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Before Falcone answered, Schiller said: "Or, do you want him to be the Godfather?"

Falcone was silent.

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

Is being the Godfather a good thing?

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

"What happened to the policeman?" he asked.

Schiller shook his head and said, "He is seriously injured. It may take a long time for him to recover."

"You can let him turn to Maroni. I won't blame him." Falcone said, "I know these people have no choice, either cooperate or die. In fact, I have already impressed them by persisting until now."

"Maybe it's offensive, but his persistence is not because of the Godfather."

"Then why? If he wasn't afraid of me, why would he resist Maroni's request for cooperation?"

"Because Maroni stopped him from going out to fight crime."

"So what?"

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

"It's a naive idea, right? It even seems a bit ridiculous in this city."

"Good people don't always live long, especially in Gotham." Falcone said with a sigh.

"That's why I'm your longest-lived tutor."

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

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

"As for those who come from the Metropolis, I will deal with them."

"No need to bother you to do it."

"What are your plans?"

"I have made a lot of money recently, and there is a super mercenary who is asking for a high price, and he happens to be very tempted by the price I offer."

"I will pay for it." Falcone said.

"In your name, God bless Gotham."

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

Indeed, in the glorious past of the Godfather, he did not need to express his attitude to anyone like this, and no one dared to ask him to do so. Today, he can invite Schiller here and show kindness to him in this way, which means that he is really old.

Schiller thought about it, and he became more and more sleepy. Falcone looked at the person opposite him and gradually closed his eyes. The Godfather sighed and said to Evans: "Send your teacher back to rest."

Evans agreed, and the Godfather stood up and looked out the window. It was a quiet night in Gotham. Looking out from the Falcone Manor, only the lighthouse on the coast flickered faintly.

Forty years have passed, he thought, the Godfather's friends and enemies have been annihilated with time, his life and years have come to an end with the last era of Gotham, only this lighthouse is still lit all night, and together with him, it witnesses the wind, frost, rain, snow, and historical rise and fall of this city.

Evans looked at his father from behind. Falcone's figure did not show any signs of aging, and he was still very upright. The suit on him was always so decent.

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

At the dock in the East District of Gotham, the sea reflected the light of the lighthouse, and the waves kept surging like golden fish. A cargo ship left the port in the dark.

The bloody smell on the deck had not yet dissipated, and the bodies of the crew were thrown into the cold sea. A burly man standing on the bow spat on the ground and said, "This time it's a big loss. I lost several people and didn't make any money."

"Don't worry, at least we escaped." Another person next to him took over.

Suddenly, before they were far away from the port, a dull bell rang from Gotham City. The bell rang seven times with a clear sense of tremor. The leader at the bow asked in confusion: "Why are they ringing the bell in the middle of the night?"

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

There was a slight sound from above, and then a black and yellow figure appeared on the mast.

"It is indeed the death knell that sends you off..."