Chapter 43 God Bless Gotham

"...Sal, like his partners, is a little clever. I remember the first time I met him. He was a young boy who had just come to Gotham. He led a few people at the dock to blackmail the owner of the cargo ship. Not long after, He was attracted by Lauren from the red light district, and the red-haired man took him to work in that neighborhood, and soon he bought the first bar, which was more than 20 years ago..."

Falcone sat on a chair, smoking a cigar and recalling. He said: "Sal will not let the police chief go. Even if he takes some information out of his mouth, he will eventually die." You can change the conditions, for example, is there anyone else you want to kill, or are there any other troubles you want to solve? "

"My trouble comes from the metropolis, so I won't bother the godfather."

Falcone rolled his eyes slightly, glanced at him and said, "Those guys I helped you deal with seem to have a lot of background. Who did you mess with?"

Schiller raised his eyes and said: "Your Majesty Godfather, I think I may be your son's longest-lived tutor."

Falcone tapped the table with the end of his cigar and said: "If you work for me, of course I won't let you get into trouble, but you participated in those weird things yourself, and now you are hiding here... …”

"Aren't you afraid that I will drag the Falcone family into trouble?"

Falcone turned his chair back and said:

"When did the Falcone family come ashore? From the day I came to Gotham, I knew that we were all the remains of a sunken ship and would never be able to come ashore."

Then he sighed slightly again.

"...But my son and I think differently."

Young Falcone, also known as Evans Falcone, is different from the old godfather. He is passionate and feels that he can put order in Gotham by himself.

Yes, although he is the heir to the future gangster family, he does want to restore order in Gotham, but this order is based on violence rather than truly creating a utopia.

To be honest, his idea may even be more normal than Batman's. Absolute violence brings absolute authority, and absolute authority controls everyone. The question is whether Falcone has this ability.

After a while, the butler stood outside and knocked on the door. Evans stood behind him. As soon as he walked in and saw Schiller, he was obviously stunned for a moment, then turned back to the butler and whispered: "Do you remember what I said recently? Have you ever mentioned forgetting to bring or hand in homework?”

The butler shook his head. Evans was obviously relieved. Schiller stood up and said, "Evans?"

"Do you know each other?" Falcone asked.

"Father, this is my university professor. I remember I mentioned to you that I had to write a psychology assignment."

Before Falcone could say anything, Evans said: "Sorry, Professor, if there is any problem with my recent homework, it may be that I have been busy recently and neglected it. If you are not satisfied, I can rewrite it immediately. ”

Then he moved his lips, turned to Falcone and said, "Father, the recent events in the east block have kept me a little busy, and maybe I have neglected my studies. Professor Schiller came to visit you. I am really sorry."

Schiller understood that he had misunderstood and thought he was here for a home visit. In fact, Evans was almost scared to death.

He had long heard of Schiller's illustrious reputation, he died wherever he went, he was a serial murderer and stamp collector, he scolded Bruce Wayne for not turning in his homework in class, and even gave him a withdrawal notice...

Schiller is well-known throughout Gotham University as a homework-chasing maniac. There has never been a professor who would be so strict in asking students to hand in homework. No matter who it is, as long as they dare not to hand in homework, they will definitely gain a lot of praise in his class. It's a shameless cynicism, even if you're Bruce Wayne, the president of Gotham University's Board of Trustees.

But Evans never expected that he would go to the godfather of the largest gangster family in Gotham and chase him for homework!

Evans lamented in his heart, is this professor crazy? No wonder he scolded Bruce Wayne like a drowned dog, and even the new principal Seldon walked around him.

As the heir to a gangster family, Evans originally didn't believe those random rumors, but he does believe it now. If Fan didn't have some mental problems, who would come to the godfather for a home visit?

It’s no wonder that Schiller cares so much about homework. His mentality has not changed from the teaching style in his previous life. You know, many students cannot memorize psychology tomes and often fail to get a grade in the final exam. With very high grades, if you want to pass at this time, you can only rely on your usual score to pull it up. But if you don't even do your homework and don't have your usual score, the passing rate will definitely be horribly low.

If the passing rate is too low, his evaluation will definitely be affected. Although Gotham University has no reliable evaluation plan for professors, and no one cares about whether students fail, Schiller was used to it in his previous life, and he felt that he could still Without using the three powers of success, the students at Gotham University who had received a happy education since childhood had already broken through their defenses.

If you throw them into the university where Schiller taught in his previous life, just a small paper in class can kill them. You know, those students all write small papers worth 20,000 yuan, and large papers are completed according to the standards of publishing books. .

So he couldn't understand why someone couldn't write enough words for a short paper that only required less than 3,000 words. Moreover, the number of words in English papers is less than that in Chinese papers. A standard 3,000-word paper only has 2,000 words. Why can't they submit all the papers?

So after Schiller used all means to catch up with the homework, three-quarters of the students in his class finally handed in their homework, including Evans. He was even the better one. He basically handed in every paper, and the number of words in each paper was enough. The content was also pretty good. He won the first place two or three times.

Schiller felt that such a good student should be praised. They were both freshmen. Look at Bruce, who was uneducated. In a 2,000-word paper, transition words could take up one-third, meaningless modifications and descriptions could take up another one-third, and the rest was the and a. Others only wrote two characters apart for dashes, but he could write a long row. Even so, he had the nerve to let Schiller save him.

Falcone frowned slightly and said, "In that case, how is Evans doing in school? Is there any problem with his homework? What about his test scores?"

Evans took a deep breath, and Schiller said, "In fact... it's very good. I heard that Anna, who teaches advanced mathematics, also talked to me. Evans is quite good in science. At least I am willing to give him a postgraduate place. He is talented in psychology."

Evans breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing his son's performance, Falcone said directly:

"Professor Schiller will be your tutor in the future."

Evans shuddered and his back felt cold, but he did not dare to question his father's decision. He could only say, "Okay, father."

Falcone stood up from the chair holding the two armrests of the chair and said, "It seems that I have to deal with the troubles you brought from the metropolis for you."

Schiller shook his head and said, "This is a big trouble. I don't think the price I paid is worth it."

Falcone said, "Being my son's A tutor is not enough, but if you become a friend of the Falcone family, we will settle all the troubles for our friends. "

"There is a huge dark vortex behind the Metropolis that no one can imagine. I escaped from there, but lost a lot of things. There is no need for people in Gotham to get involved in the affairs of the Metropolis, right?"

Falcone shook his head, took another puff of his cigar, and said, "You don't know me well enough, sir. Forty years ago, I came to Gotham alone. No one had ever heard of Falcone's name. Thirty years ago, I became the owner of three streets. There was no Falcone family at that time..."

"I don't want to brag about my achievements, but I have ruled Gotham for forty years, ruling this city that was once called hell."

Falcone put the end of the cigar against the table, and smoke rose from his fingers. He said, "So you just need to answer 'yes', and all the troubles you have suffered will say goodbye to you."

Schiller looked at him, and Falcone's expression was calmer than Schiller imagined.

Schiller thought that this Falcone was obviously not the villain in the comics when Batman was a rookie. He was the well-deserved Godfather of Gotham, the uncrowned king of Gotham City.

When there was no Batman, Gotham City was never peaceful. The Godfather had ruled here for forty years. Such a person could not be as stupid and short-sighted as described in the comics.

Finally, Schiller stepped forward, kissed Falcone's right hand, and said, "... God bless Gotham, Godfather."

Schiller put the stress of the last word in his mouth, and Falcone heard the subtle difference, but he didn't mind.

No matter how glorious he was in the past forty years, the Godfather was really old, and the heir of the Falcone family was far from mature.

Falcone thought, perhaps, the era of Gotham without a king is coming.