Chapter 310 New Umbrella (Part 2)

It’s another rainy day in Gotham. It’s just dawning and it’s raining heavily. The ground in Gotham, which has not yet been completely repaired, is full of potholes and water. In addition to the heavy rain, there is also strong wind. Pedestrians on the road are taking Holding an umbrella in front of you, you fight against the harsh weather.

A cloud of gray mist slowly condensed in the room. In the psychological counseling room of Gotham University, Schiller looked at the umbrella in his hand and shook his head.

This umbrella was really badly damaged. Originally, it was just missing a part, causing one of the ribs to break. One side of the umbrella was somewhat dented, but it was still usable.

But the harder you tried, the faster it broke. The second and third ribs were also fractured one after another, and most of the fan was dented, almost unable to open at all.

Although the ribs supporting the umbrella are broken, the metal pole in the middle of the umbrella is still intact. As long as it is folded up, it can also be used as a cane. But before, Schiller flashed to the ground and gave the devil a blow with his umbrella. .

The devil's chin is not made of cotton. The handle of the umbrella was cracked and it was almost impossible to hold it. Later, Constantine gave it a try, and the handle was completely shattered. Now only the inner metal tube is left. Overall, it has transformed from an umbrella into a mallet...

When Alberto walked in, he saw the professor standing behind his desk, holding an umbrella that could no longer be called an umbrella, with a look of regret on his face.

His movement of walking in caught Schiller's attention. Schiller looked up at him and said: "Good morning, Alberto, please sit down."

"Professor, if you need a new umbrella, I can have it made to order..."

Schiller shook his head. He put the broken umbrella next to his chair and said, "No, I will get a new one soon."

After finishing speaking, he straightened his coat, sat up straight, looked at Alberto and said, "Has Hawke's funeral been held?"

"Yes, I communicated with his brother at the funeral, and he expressed his willingness to be loyal to me." Although Alberto was still as deep as ever, it was not difficult to hear his current joy from his tone.

"I told you before that when there are two power cores in a group, they will never be as close as brothers, even if they are real brothers."

"To be honest, they hid it very well." Alberto sighed and said: "I have never seen any discord between the Hawke brothers in Yin Vince's memory. Everyone in the Twelve Families Praise them for their closeness and understanding as brothers.”

"Maybe it was like this in the past." Schiller stood up, walked to the coffee machine and started playing with it. He turned his back to Alberto and said, "Don't forget, Gotham has undergone a lot of changes recently."

"As you said, the elder brother of the Hawke brothers is the real power controller in the family, while the younger brother is responsible for handling the internal affairs of the family and taking charge of details."

"If you have studied the part of Vince Yin's memory about me teaching him psychology, you should understand that not only people's thoughts guide actions to change the environment, but the environment and behavior also shape people's thoughts."

"As the leader of the family, the brother must be tough enough. This is the style of all gang bosses. They must be aggressive and always energetic, and must not be hesitant or indecisive, otherwise no one will work with him... …”

"As the chief housekeeper of the house, my younger brother must consider everything thoroughly and comprehensively. He must be able to weigh the pros and cons, consider the costs and benefits, and must not act rashly, otherwise it may lead to a break in the capital chain or problems in the network."

"Two brothers like this will definitely have different opinions when they encounter the pain of Gotham's reform."

Alberto took the coffee from Schiller and said, "Indeed, the elder brother of the Hawke brothers told me that they had actually been at odds a few years ago. His younger brother always used various methods to express his discord. The details are factors that hinder the development of gangs, at least in his view."

"After Gotham began to reform, their conflicts have become so intense that they cannot be reconciled. My brother wants to forge ahead, seize a bigger cake in the reform, and stand on the cusp of the storm to fly to a higher class..."

"But the younger brother is more cautious. He is not sure whether this reform will change the original situation. He is worried that the Hawke family will plummet as a result. Therefore, he is always using various methods to obstruct his elder brother."

Alberto put his elbow on the table and took a sip of coffee in his other hand. He said with some emotion: "Professor, I found in Vince Yin's memory that he respected you very much. I didn't know why before. , but now I kind of understand.”

"Using the conflict between the Hawke brothers as an entry point, helping the older brother of the Hawke brothers to get rid of the younger brother who has been holding him back will not only win over the leader of the Hawke family, but also speed up the reform and make the twelve families more Unity.”

"More importantly, you can also use serial murder as a cover. If you blatantly attack the old godfather's subordinates, no matter what, you will still hurt your father's face. But if the mysterious serial murderer did this Everything, then Hawke can only consider himself unlucky," Schiller concluded.

Alberto moved his fingers holding the coffee cup, and he asked tentatively: "I heard that yesterday..."

"What do you want to ask?" Schiller looked up at him.

Alberto thought for a moment and said, "The godfather sent people to kill Richie, right?"

"You chose the right question, so I will answer you, yes."

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"And I can also tell you that this is because Rich deliberately designed it to let his little daughter meet you and then get into your bed. The godfather was very dissatisfied with this, so he chose a very tragic way to die. ”

Alberto curled his lips and said: "Miss Richie is very beautiful, but she is only beautiful. Her father did not teach her well. She has purpose written on her face. Therefore, being eight-point beautiful can only be called "beautiful". Raise some interest..."

Schiller heard his tone and asked: "You didn't sleep with her?"

Alberto shook his head and said: "She has almost written her purpose on her face, how could I be fooled? Besides, I am not sure about the godfather's attitude. I don't know whether he will approve of me and Richie leaving." Too close..."

"You made the right choice because Godfather only thinks of Richie as a dog."

"But he actually doesn't care about you sleeping with Miss Ritchie. She can't be the future godfather's wife anyway. Your caution caused you to miss an affair. Do you regret it?" Schiller said with a smile.

Alberto took another sip of coffee, shook his head and said, "An unexpected encounter is called an affair. It is not a wonderful encounter if it is planned."

"So, the godfather actually..." Alberto slid his fingertips on the coffee cup and said hesitantly: "Doesn't it mean that he is willing to help me deal with the evil Richie..."

"You don't have to hesitate, it's the answer you want."

Schiller put his hands on the table and said: "You have a grudge against the Godfather... Maybe you two can't be called a grudge, because the one who has a grudge against the Godfather is the Court of Owls, and you can only be regarded as a victim."

"Now, the Godfather has only two choices, either you or someone else. If you have a grudge against the Godfather, then wouldn't there be others? Do you expect that the nephew of the Twelve Family will let go of Falcone after he comes to power? "

Alberto shook his head and said: "Of course it's impossible, unless we are willing to self-exile, such as returning to Italy to retire or something."

"Of course, after you take office, you may ask the old godfather to return to Italy for retirement, but after all, your surname is Falcone, and more importantly, you have the ability to continue to rule Gotham, while other people, except for being bad, Still stupid."

"As long as the old godfather is not willing to give up his life's hard work to others, and as long as he wants to continue to be Gotham's underground protection umbrella, he has only one choice..."

Alberto let out a long breath. He stared at the foam on the surface of the coffee in silence for a long time. Finally, he said: "He will not admit that I am his son, so I do not want to admit that he is my father, but there will be no end." In the whirlpool of power, only the remaining love between father and son can allow us to retain the last bit of dignity in this war. "

After Alberto left, Schiller continued to drink the coffee, and after he drank the last sip of coffee, there was a knock on the door of the consulting room again, and Schiller said: "Come in."

The person who walked in was Cobot. He was wearing a big black raincoat. He seemed to be walking in a hurry, and the tips of his hair and eyebrows were covered with rainwater.

He walked in and took off his raincoat. Schiller pointed to the coffee machine. He walked over and made himself a cup of coffee, then walked over and sat down opposite Schiller.

Schiller took out the medical record and said to him: "Before getting down to business, I still have to ask you and your mother's mental state as usual."

"Not bad. She has improved a lot. I took her to the new apartment yesterday. After she regained consciousness, she was very satisfied with the environment there..."

Cobot's tone finally had some ups and downs, and he seemed to have come out of those hazes.

Schiller wrote a few words on the medical record, and then said: "Okay, how are things going well with the gang recently? Lawrence, Hawke, and Rich are all dead. The Lawrence family is leaderless, the Hawke family has changed their attitude, and Albert Tuo’s path to the top is already smooth, what about you?”

"Bruce recommended me to Vince Yin. Of course, this was just a formality. Alberto and I had a tacit understanding for a long time. He had too few people available and was eager to establish his own direct line, and I just met his requirements."

"Originally, Lawrence was the person who was most dissatisfied with me, and Richie was also dissatisfied with Alberto not using his people. But now, they are all dead, so I will be Alberto's confidant after he takes office."

"It's not surprising that these uncle-generation family leaders would interfere with the princelings organized by Alberto. They are just dissatisfied with you. As long as there is one of them who is decisive in killing, you will have been replaced by one of them, and the corpses will have been Thrown into the sea..."

"The deal you mentioned before... the deal between us..." Cobot looked at Schiller and said, "You help me get rid of these people who hinder my rise to power, and I agree to your request... You are Do you want me to kill someone?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "I won't let a child help me kill people, and I don't have any enemies, so I have to kill him."

"I have always treated people with sincerity. I have many friends. I have no rivals in Gotham. And my request is very simple. It is definitely within your ability."

"...What is it?"

At night, the rain finally subsided. At the entrance of the restaurant at Gotham University, Victor put away his umbrella, then used the tip of the umbrella to open the curtain and walked in. Schiller followed him and also put away his umbrella.

Victor looked back at Schiller's umbrella and said, "You fixed it? This umbrella was so broken, and you could actually fix it?"

When the two sat down, Victor took a closer look and found that there was a Viking umbrella maker's logo on the tip of the umbrella. He said, "Isn't this the umbrella that was in Cobblepot's house before? Wasn't it left by his father? How did it get to you?"

"Because I made a deal with him, I helped him with something, and he gave me this umbrella."

"None of you are willing to understand me. In Gotham, I don't even have an umbrella, and I have to find a way myself, but now, thank God, a new umbrella..."

Schiller squinted his eyes and looked at the umbrella in his hand repeatedly, as if he was appreciating the results of his hard work. He said with great satisfaction:

"Look, a beautiful new umbrella."