chapter v. old joey

　　Got to get the feed taken care of before going to see the head of the Falcone family, which I have to say is a good habit to get into. 　　So it wasn't long before Parker met old Joey. 　　It was just that the man seemed to come a little too quickly, and just as Dr. Zira was halfway through that cigarette, there was the sound of the clinic door being pushed open at the end of the corridor. 　　At the first sight of the man, Parker could clearly determine that this man was a pig farmer ...... not the kind of feeder to provide pork for the cannery, but the most primitive, inefficient, time-consuming and labor intensive kind of "pig farmer". 　　His appearance is quite tough, looks like a large European, over 40 years old, has a very domineering black and brown beard, but not a bit of hair, bare upper body, you can see that when he was young he should be quite strong, but now it is already all fat. Wearing a large black apron made of thick leather that stood full of all sorts of inexplicably disgusting things that looked like leftovers, a grease-stained belt tied below a large beer belly, and a rusty killing knife stuck diagonally in place at his waist. 　　"Hahaha - big haul!" He laughed brightly, lifting the belt that was sagging under the weight of his belly. 　　Parker could clearly see what looked like a glow of excitement in the man's eyes. 　　"Well, I've got some errands to run, so close the door for me when you're done cleaning up." Zira said, then gave Parker a look that signaled he should go. 　　"Oh ......," Parker responded in a trance, then followed Zira with his head, which he couldn't seem to disengage from his dazed state. 　　With that, he followed the doctor, stepping over the limbs that littered the floor and down the hospital's corridor towards the front door, a few meters in which the blood stuck to his own shoes seemed to be drawn off by the baseboards and then seeped quickly into the crevices. 　　The door to the hospital was pushed open and Parker stepped out into the gray night air, a cool breeze slapping him in the face and making him feel that what he had just experienced was a ridiculous dream. 　　...... 　　...... 　　Elegant surroundings and exquisite food, that's what this restaurant's reputation is all about. If it was accompanied by a beautiful violin, it would be even more wonderful. 　　But at this moment, there was only one table of guests in this restaurant datang that should have been packed. 　　"Listen, even the rudest diners are inevitably impressed by such music, this is music, a marvelous language that can cross any communication barrier." A man whose hair had turned slightly gray sat at the round table, not hiding his praise for the violin at all as he stuffed a piece of delicately cut steak into his mouth and let out a soft hum of enjoyment. 　　This man was Mr. Carmine Falcone, owner of the largest gang in Gotham at this stage. 　　And on the opposite side of this table, there was likewise a plate of steak that looked unbelievably delicious at first glance, the sauce mixing with the heat and seemingly seducing people to eat it down. 　　However, the person sitting in front of this steak didn't have the slightest intention of eating it. After all, right now he had to use all of his mind to suppress the pain around his body, or else one relaxation and he would surely scream out in agony. 　　"Are you really not going to take a bite?" Mr. Falcone asked, then gently took a sip of red wine, seemingly not caring at all about the other party's face that had already been beaten to the point where he could barely see his original appearance. 　　"Well, since you don't want to eat it then so be it." He said, "But it has to be made clear, I'm a person who has always been fair, I'll wire your money to your account as scheduled, but after all, this time's prison hijacking plan wasn't a success, so you'll have to pay a little for it as well, right?" 　　As soon as the words fell, behind that poor guy with a swollen nose, a man in a suit came over, who pulled out a pistol and put it on the other guy's head. 　　 　　Falcone waved his hand full of unconcern ...... 　　"Bang!" 　　...... 　　However, this sound was not a gunshot, but the sound of the door to the hall being pushed open and hitting the wall. 　　All of them were startled by this sound, and immediately all of them pulled out their guns and aimed them at the door. 　　They saw a man in a white coat with a kidney-like face, only to see him stare at Mr. Falcone, who was eating, with a single glance as if no one else was there, and then walked straight over. 　　Probably due to the fact that this man did not carry a gun and was wearing a doctor's white coat and did not look like he had much fighting ability, all the bodyguards present did not shoot immediately. 　　Zi Liang just walked up to the table under a group of astonished eyes and black holes of guns and patted the poor guy on the chair that he didn't recognize from his own mother anymore, "Hey bro, make way." He said. 　　The guy was confused for a moment, probably thinking that it would be a little wrong to just give up his seat, but his body was so busy trying to get away out of fear that he just snapped to the floor with a very weird stumble anyway. 　　"Thanks." Satisfied, Zira sat back in his chair as if he didn't see the dozen or so gunpoints surrounding him behind him, "Mr. Falcone, hello." 　　Mr. Falcone looked at this unarmed doctor with a puzzled face, "Hello, what's your name." 　　"My name is Zira, a doctor." He stretched his white coat and said, "I'll get right to the point, Mr. George Parnes, who escaped from prison the other day, is dead." 　　"How do you know?" Falcone asked as he froze. 　　"I killed him." 　　There was a silence ...... followed by ...... 　　"Click-click-click-" 　　The sound of a series of bullets being loaded rang out from behind his head, and Zi Liang felt a few of them sticking into his disheveled hair. 　　Falcone seemed to be a bit surprised to hear such an answer, and he stared blankly at Zira for a few seconds before snorting out a laugh. 　　A sneer, of course. 　　"Heh... you may have inquired about the wrong information, the person you killed was not my enemy, but my cousin." 　　"Really, then I'm really sorry." Zira said, then pointed to the steak in front of him, "This looks good, is it for me?" 　　Falcone's face was as gloomy as the mud that had accumulated in the sewers, even for someone with a calm mind, it was impossible for him to really not have any reaction at all when he heard the news that his brother had died ...... 　　But he was ultimately a gang leader with an extremely deep city. 　　"I don't think you should be the type of person who would get the news wrong, so I will now give you 10 seconds to explain anything to me, or you can say your last words." Falcone chanted coldly. 　　Zira picked up the knife and fork from the table, cut a piece of steak, and stuffed it into his mouth, then froze, seemingly shaken by the deliciousness. 　　"You know, I've been in Gotham for 3 months now, and it wasn't until this bite of steak that I felt like a human being here." He said. 　　Falcone finally sank to his feet as well, he snapped to his feet, quickly pulling out a gun and aiming it at Zira, who was still slicing the meat, "You've got five seconds." 　　"Hey hey, take it easy." Zi Liang said, then pulled out a notebook from his pocket and began to rummage through it, "Let me look for it first ...... Oh, I found it, Falcone's wife, her name is Carol Della, she likes shopping, raising dogs, and yoga and fitness, and every Friday night she goes to an upscale beauty club to take care of her skin, she's a VIP there, and every VIP has the right to reserve a luxurious temporary lounge on the third floor of the club ......" 　　"Asshole, what the hell are you trying to say?" Falcone gritted his teeth and squeezed the words out from between them. 　　"Oh, right to the point." Zira turned over a page of notes and continued, "And coincidentally enough, Mr. George Parnes, your cousin, goes to a boxing camp every Friday night, he's cool with boxing, you should know that, but strangely enough, the schedule at that gym shows that his training instructor doesn't work at all on Fridays ......" 　　Speaking of this, Zira wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, but he paused for a moment. 　　Five seconds had long since passed, but Mr. Falcone didn't shoot. 　　Zi Liang licked his fingers very unimaginatively and turned another page, "The lounge of that beauty club has a refrigerator, a full set of bath equipment, a soft carpet, and a bed that's 3 meters long and 2.5 meters wide ......" 　　"Bang!" 　　This time it was a gunshot. 　　But Zi Liang's head didn't seem to explode in response, but rather the poor guy next to him who had been lying on his back and didn't know what his name was covered his chest, held himself up for a few moments, and then gagged. 　　"Carry him down." Mr. Falcone said. 　　Those few bodyguards understood his meaning very well, so very soon, in this entire hall, there were only two people left, Zi Liang and Falcone. 　　Mr. Falcone was still holding his gun tightly in his hand, "Who are you? Why are you investigating me?" He asked. 　　"I thought you would first thank me for helping you take out your cousin." Zira muttered. 　　"I'll find out for myself if your words are true or not, now answer the question ......" 　　"Well, I'm a doctor." Zira muttered as he stuffed a chunk of steak into his mouth, "As for why I'm investigating you ...... to be honest, I just heard your name for the first time about two hours ago." 　　Falcone looked at Zi Liang's eating face and seemed to be hesitating about something, and after a while, he said quietly, "You should have come to me not just to tell me this shit." 　　Zira stuffed a bite of steak into his own mouth before pulling up a tablecloth and wiping his mouth. 　　"I know you're trying to invade Arkham Asylum, and I think I can help."