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"What do you mean?"
On the other end of the phone, Gotham City Police Commissioner Loeb was stunned after hearing what Falcone said.
"Your subordinate came to my place and caused trouble!"
"Gordon?" Loeb blurted out the name without even thinking.
"No, Gordon doesn't have that kind of ability," Falcone said, his tone softening a bit after hearing Loeb's voice and realizing that Loeb also didn't know about the incident.
"That person took down dozens of my subordinates!"
"...Didn't you use guns? Or is that person Russian? But you're not British, are you?"
Loeb thought about what it meant for one person to take down dozens of people and immediately said something absurd.
"Don't tell me you were scared to do anything because he was a police officer? Your subordinates are a bunch of desperate criminals. Couldn't you have just sent one of them to kill that police officer and then take the blame?
You can always get a psychiatric evaluation from Crane at Arkham to get off scot-free."
One has to say that as a police commissioner, Loeb was really familiar with the criminal process.
It was a shame that this familiarity with the criminal process was not for catching criminals, but for collaborating with them.
Falcone was the head of the largest gang in Gotham City and controlled a large portion of the drug trafficking channels.
Sometimes, to save face, the police would consult with Falcone and then arrest one or two of his gang members and send them to court.
Falcone's people would then find Jonathan Crane, the director of Arkham Asylum in Gotham City, and have him provide a psychiatric evaluation so that the person wouldn't have to be sent to prison but could be sent to the asylum instead.
In reality, this Crane was also a supervillain, Scarecrow, and worked for Henri Ducard of the League of Assassins.
Ducard was Bruce's mentor when he was traveling and learning martial arts, and he was also the de facto leader of the League of Assassins, using the alias Ra's al Ghul.
But Bruce had been misled and deceived the whole time.
Speaking of which, after Bruce completed his training, he immediately went and destroyed the League of Assassins' home base... he was simply ruthless (and did an amazing job)!
"My subordinates did use guns," Falcone's face darkened. "But they seemed to have no effect. And because it's my turf, I don't want to suffer too many losses... you have to give me an explanation!"
"Who is that person?" Loeb asked, confused. "He didn't kill anyone? So what did he demand?"
When did one of my subordinates become such a powerhouse? Why didn't I know about this?
One person took down dozens of people, and most of them were armed with guns!
To be honest, Loeb was shocked.
"..." Falcone was silent for a moment.
It seemed...
Hadn't he just shot the subordinate who had come to report the news and had peed himself without even asking for a name?
"I don't know his name yet, but I heard he had a police officer's document," Falcone said. "He wants me to go there."
"So what are you going to do?" Loeb asked.
"He's your person. You're asking me what I'm going to do?" Falcone laughed in anger.
"Do whatever you want, just don't make a big scene," Loeb said. "Didn't I tell you to communicate with Flass? Just call him. Don't call me as much. If we get caught with evidence, I won't have a good time, and neither will you!"
"Fine." Falcone was very angry, but he could only hang up the phone. He then called Flass, explained the situation to him, and picked him up. Together, they drove to the bar where Morin was.
Flass, who used to be Gordon's partner, had long since separated from Gordon due to corruption. He was a mouthpiece for Loeb and the gangs.
But this time, because of the sudden and urgent nature of the situation, Falcone had called Loeb directly.
Inside the bar.
Dozens more gang thugs had been knocked unconscious on the ground.
There was almost no place to stand.
Morin had already let all the irrelevant people leave. He knew there were definitely some gang members among them, but he didn't care because he intended to use them to spread information.
As for the people who were left...
Morin looked at the pale-faced Hugh Haas, a smile on his face that, in Hugh Haas's eyes, was like that of a demon. Then he hypnotized him.
Morin's public questioning earlier was deliberate. Now that his goal had been achieved and only Hugh Haas was left, he could, of course, use hypnosis to get the information directly.
Morin asked, and Hugh Haas answered. Soon, Morin learned all the information he wanted to know from Hugh Haas, which was the distribution of gang forces in Gotham City.
Hugh Haas could be considered a big-shot gang member, or he wouldn't have had the ability to manage a bar of this level. So it was normal for him to know this information.
"Hmm... I went straight for the biggest gang first, which is convenient and fast. I was originally planning to figure out the situation first and then plan things out, but just causing trouble is not a bad idea either," Morin thought to himself.
While he was thinking, there was another noise at the door.
Morin looked at the source of the sound, waiting patiently.
From the sound of the footsteps, he knew that the main players had arrived.
Soon, the door opened, and a few thugs with guns came in first, aiming them at Morin.
Morin completely ignored them and went to the bar counter. He was unhurriedly choosing a bottle of wine from the few that were left, completely unconcerned about the thugs pointing guns at him.
Putting on a show is one thing, and it's also a cool thing to do.
Even though Morin was already very handsome, there's no harm in showing off more.
The thugs looked at each other.
At least give us some kind of reaction, will you? Why are you completely ignoring us?
However, when they saw their head-bleeding and unconscious partners on the ground, they didn't dare to make any rash moves.
After all, their boss was still behind them, and Morin's actions had already been spread by the people who had escaped. These thugs were now very wary of Morin.
If one person says something, it could be a lie or a tall tale.
But when dozens or even close to a hundred people, and people of different statuses, all say the same thing...
The words they heard were "devil," "terrifying," and "guns are useless against him"!
This put a lot of psychological pressure on them. After all, if so many people were saying the same thing, it couldn't be a joke, right?
When they saw the circle of people on the ground, and with the facts to back it up, they became even more cautious.
And for some reason, when they saw Morin, they had a feeling of wanting to retreat.
It was as if darkness had encountered light, and if it didn't retreat, it would be dispelled.
Finally, the suit-wearing Falcone walked in, protected by his subordinates.
When Falcone first saw Morin, he frowned.
He was very handsome, and his movements were very elegant, but...
Why did he look so unpleasant?
"Carmine Falcone?" Morin finally picked a bottle of wine from the bar counter, took it down, opened it, and poured a drink. "It's really not easy to get to see you."
"Yes, and after you've seen me, it won't be easy for you to leave," Falcone waved his hand, signaling Flass, Gordon's former partner, to step forward. "What's his name?"
"I don't know," Flass was stunned. "I've never seen him before."
"In other words, you're a fake police officer?" Falcone looked at Morin, his eyes unfriendly.
"I started today. I'm a police officer who was transferred from... another city," Morin poured a drink, took a sip, and nodded with satisfaction.
"I was just planning to get a feel for the situation in Gotham City, but I didn't expect you to give me such a big gift."
"..." Falcone's mind immediately became clear.
Transferred from another city, just started today, wanting to get a feel for the situation in Gotham City?
That just means a new official trying to make his mark!
It seemed he was probably used to being a big shot in other cities and didn't know what the situation in Gotham City was like, which was why he was so arrogant!
"Then let me tell you the first thing you need to pay attention to," Falcone straightened his collar and said sternly. "The first person you can't mess with is me!"
"Uh-huh, that sounds very domineering," Morin took a sip of his wine and gestured with his hand.
"But you're standing a little too far away, and your voice is too low. I can't hear you clearly."
Falcone was at least ten meters away from Morin. Normally, the lines he said would be very intimidating to an uninformed and powerless person within a one-meter radius.
But saying something threatening from ten meters away, protected by a bunch of underlings...
It was a bit like how Kakuzu from Naruto would throw a shuriken at the First Hokage from eight hundred miles away and then brag to others that he had failed to assassinate the First Hokage but had successfully gotten away unscathed.
Falcone laughed coldly. "Do you think I'm an idiot? Am I supposed to just walk over and be taken hostage?"
"Aren't you?" Morin's face showed a look of confusion. "You dared to appear in front of me?"
"...I'm going to kill him," Falcone took a few deep breaths and looked at Flass. "Do you have anything to say?"
"Yes..." Flass's face was a little serious.
Flass was not a good person, nor was he an idiot.
"With his fighting ability, and the fact that he was transferred here and just started today, what do you think of?" Flass whispered in Falcone's ear.
"...You mean his identity is not simple?" Falcone's expression changed. He glanced at Morin, then whispered back.
"I may not have eaten pork, but I've seen a pig run. The demeanor and attitude he has... haven't you noticed that he's still relaxed in a situation like this?"
Flass said in a low voice. "In this situation, either he's crazy, or he has absolute confidence!"
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