Chapter 4, Parker

Oh, since there is nothing wrong, that's good. Ziliang nodded and said, "So, from now on, there should be no more conflicts between you and me. Now, I need to ask a question"

Parker let out a sigh: "We... we belong to the 'Falcone' family"

After Ziliang found the introduction to the Falcone family, he began to rummage through his notebook with a long sigh. After a while, it seemed that he had found nothing, and he could only reluctantly tuck it into his pocket: "Well, now I need to ask you for a favor"

Parker is not the kind of "pure-blooded thug" who has never attended school, so he can understand the words in the notebook. He recognizes each character and is familiar with the phrases they form, but when they are put together, they suddenly become very difficult to comprehend

Thus, while holding back his urge to urinate, he exerted all his strength to produce the brightest smile of his life

The doctor named Ziliang responded with a polite and rather refined smile upon hearing such a reply

Thank you very much. I was just saying that the customs of this city are quite simple and honest. You see, isn't it easy to communicate here?" Ziliang spoke to himself.

I sincerely apologize, but we cannot meet Mr. Falcone immediately. As you can see, we cannot just leave these feeds here, can we?" Ziliang lit a cigarette and said, looking at the corpses on the ground.

The general process is as follows: I, along with about 30 brothers, rushed into this clinic, intending to extract some information from this doctor. Immediately after, the doctor eliminated everyone except for me. Following that, he hospitably offered me a cup of tea, and finally, due to two lines of text, he smiled and said to me, ... from now on, we are companions ... Immediately after, the doctor eliminated everyone except for me. Following that, he hospitably offered me a cup of tea, and finally, due to two lines of text, he smiled and said to me, ... from now on, we are companions ...

The Falcone family; the Falcone family. "Ziliang kept mumbling, and then began to flip through that small notebook: 'Oh, found it, the leader is Carmine Falcone, a very powerful mob boss in Gotham City, nicknamed 'The Roman', known for his ruthlessness and expansionism. The mob system he runs is often referred to as the 'Roman Empire'.'

Parker was overwhelmed with sorrow, as originally more than 30 people had been inexplicably butchered by a doctor. This incident itself was already difficult to explain, and now the only survivor, Parker, had to take this doctor to meet the head of the family. Wasn't this akin to sending oneself to death

Hello, Joy, yes, yes, I have received a large batch of feed here now, come quickly, yes, send several more trucks, otherwise it might not fit.

Then, he seemed to suddenly discover a strange matter that he should have noticed long ago

In his moment of chaotic consciousness, he could only barely force himself to connect these events together

Ah, in my excitement, I completely forgot such a significant matter. Ziliang said this and quickly took out his phone

In Gotham City, these strange individuals always seem to appear. Each one of them is a madman, but fortunately, it seems that starting from a certain day many years ago, these oddities have become increasingly rare. Most of them have either vanished or been confined in Arkham Asylum, and ultimately, that caped figure in the night also disappeared

Alright, brother.

Parker was taken aback for a moment. Although this information was not classified, it was evident that the doctor had obtained these details from his little notebook. Moreover, just a moment ago, it was only after seeing phrases like "Arkham Asylum" and "Death Row Inmate No. 21" written in the notebook that the doctor's attitude had suddenly changed.

So... what exactly is that notebook? Parker thought curiously. Of course, no matter how curious he was, he could never really bring himself to ask anything. Because he knew that this doctor was an incredibly terrifying individual, much like those strange people who wear burlap sacks over their heads, casually toss coins, don purple suits, or drape themselves in black cloaks in the middle of the night.

Ah? Parker was taken aback

Oh, by the way, you are looking for someone named... um..." He thought for a moment, then turned around to pick up the wanted poster that had been stained red with blood: "Oh, you are looking for Mr. George Parnes, right? I apologize, I did see him a few days ago. That night, he barged in and pointed a gun at my head... it was probably right around here.

Ziliang said, kicking aside a severed arm whose owner was unknown, and stood in a spot near the door: "At that moment, I felt a bit scared, so I..."

Suddenly, it seemed that he had thought of something, and then he slapped his forehead

Having finished speaking, Ziliang hung up the phone

This sentence made Parker's heart leap to his throat, as he was uncertain of what this madman might ask. In this situation, his mind automatically conjured up countless sweat-inducing questions, such as "Do you want to keep your left eye or your right eye" and the like

"Which gang are you employed by?" Ziliang asked

To be honest, he particularly wants to cry, to shout, or simply to sing a couple of songs; in short, he really needs to vent the feelings inside him right now... This feeling is truly bizarre, not merely a simple fear, but rather encompasses more absurdity, ridiculousness, strangeness, madness, and hysteria. Looking back now, it seems that ever since he entered this small clinic, this feeling has been accompanying him, as if it were ruthlessly mocking his worldview accumulated over the years.

"It is ... ... indeed." Parker responded mechanically, now understanding what the doctor named Ziliang meant by "feed." Thus, he chuckled softly, feeling as if he heard something shatter in his mind.

"Well, whatever, this world may have always been like this; I just didn't notice it before." Parker could only come up with this reason to ensure that his mind wouldn't collapse on the spot

Well... no matter whether I can accept this process or not, it should be like this. Parker certainly knows that he cannot understand all of this at all; his mind is filled with questions, but he does not want to ask any of them, because he does not want to mix in with all these brothers in the room like fried peas.

Just as Parker thought of this question, he noticed a small area on the floor that was free of bloodstains. ... Right in the center of the pile of bodies, a streak of blood slowly flowed through the gaps in the floor, and then ... ... it was absorbed ... ...

However, it seems there is no other way, because if I were to utter a word of refusal now, or show even a hint of reluctance, I would probably find myself in a situation where I wouldn't even be left with a complete corpse in the next moment

Thus, he had no choice but to nod his head like a woodpecker. He also desperately put on a look of being willing to serve.

Parker stared blankly at the doctor

"It's nothing at all," Parker quickly said, seemingly with a hint of apology; he certainly did not want to know what happened to Parnes later

It must be said that it is precisely because of the disappearance of these individuals that the current gangs have become increasingly easier to infiltrate

Ziliang smiled and said: "It's nothing serious, because as I mentioned earlier, I want to help you break into the prison, so I need you to take me to meet Mr. Falcone. I feel that I need to have a conversation with him"

So many corpses ...? ... Logically, the blood should have spread out like a burst water pipe by now, but why does it seem like there isn't much accumulation at this moment? Where has all that blood gone?

Oh, so the blood has been completely drained by this room... Hehe..." Parker smiled with a vacant expression, taking a sip from the cup of tea he had been holding, while telling himself: "It's just the floor of the room drinking blood, that's quite normal, right—hahaha.