Chapter 806: Expired Strategy Can Cause Serious Harm (Part 2)

It was not until the moment when Alberto spoke that Savage discovered that his personality was completely different from the description in the information, and it was completely opposite.

In the information he got from the Batcave, Evans was an introverted personality. His inner characteristics were closer to artists. He liked to think emotionally and deeply rather than fast-paced thinking. He was not good at on-the-spot reactions and preferred to express his thoughts through some media.

It was difficult for such a person to mix in the gang, but fortunately, he had a good background, which gave him a good living condition.

But this would also become his death warrant. Combined with his previous anxious desire to prove himself, Savage could judge that his father-son relationship with the Godfather was at a delicate node.

If someone took the initiative to find him and provide him with help at this time, then even if he knew that this person was untrustworthy, he would not be willing to let go of this power. After all, in this case, any power would enhance his sense of security.

An unfavored heir also knows his situation. The king and father who have the power of life and death over him may make a decision to make him lose everything at any time.

No one can bear this kind of pressure. He should be anxious to find a lifeline now, so Savage doesn't mind taking the initiative to find him. This is not forced, but timely help.

But when he saw Alberto, he knew that the situation might be different from what he imagined. He knew at the first sight that this person was not an artist. He was a natural competitor and a beast.

Alberto pointed to the chair opposite and said, "Please sit down, Mr. Savage. If you must talk, we can temporarily put aside those unnecessary rules and talk about what you care more about..."

Savage sat on the chair, his posture seemed very relaxed, but in fact, he was not so sure in his heart. The other party's posture was not what he wanted, which meant that he could not gain an absolute advantage, but he still planned to try. The gang resources of the whole Gotham were still very tempting.

"Hello, Mr. Falcone, my name is Wanda Savage, I come from an ancient time that you may not be able to imagine..." Savage opened his mouth to set his tone. He had to take out the third and even fourth steps he had prepared to arouse the other party's curiosity.

"Oh?" Alberto looked at Savage with some interest and asked: "Ancient times? How old are they?"

"I have danced with Neanderthals, seen meteorites fall, and countless prehistoric creatures that appeared in history books ran past me. The torrent of time brought me here..." Savage spoke with an ancient and melodious tone, which made people recall the historical fragments they had seen in the museum.

"If I have enough time today, I would be happy to hear your story from the past." Alberto picked up his watch and looked at it and said, "But I still have something to do later, so let's start from the present."

He sighed and said, "These goods from the cold storage were only here yesterday. You appeared here just one day after arriving here. We have verified that you do not belong to any gang in Gotham, but this saved your life..."

Alberto's tone became colder and colder. He looked into Savage's eyes and said, "If you are a member of any gang controlled by the Twelve Families, you have gone to see God now."

"I am older than God. The faith you preach in the world is just a scam of a group of gamblers..." Savage stood up and showed no weakness.

With a "bang" sound of gunfire, Savage picked up a chair with one hand and knocked down the gang member behind him. Then he bent down and ducked his head to avoid the fist swung from the side. "Bang, bang, bang" a few consecutive gunshots, fire splashed, glass fragments and wood chips burst in the room, and with a flash of light, Savage's figure disappeared.

Alberto's expression was calm from beginning to end. He stroked the dial of his watch and said, "No one has dared to do it here for a long time. I don't care whether he can teleport or not. If I can't see him before tonight, then this matter can only be left to the Godfather..."

After that, he turned and left, and the remaining Cobblepot and several other leaders in the room had cold faces. One of them walked up and asked Cobblepot, "What's the matter, Oswald, why is the young master so angry?"

Cobblepot shook his head and said, "Recently, he needs to intern and spend too much time in the hospital, which makes him busy until late at night every day. Last night, that guy who didn't know how to live or die broke into the important storage area of ​​the Falconet family in the middle of the night and disturbed his rest..."

Several other gangsters shook their heads, but they all reached a consensus, that is, this new Godfather is on the same road to power as his father, and perhaps he will do better.

After Savage returned to the hotel where he was staying, he still had a gloomy face. He found that the information in his hand might be wrong.

But the only thing that puzzled him was that if this document was just a trick, a trap, why would the other party write it in such detail?

This kind of detail does not refer to the large amount of content, but the logical connection.

In this document, the way to deal with Falcone is to use his son, which is his only weakness.

It elaborates on the reasons and methods for doing so, as well as the possible results. Each line is written very clearly. If it is a trap, then it can only be said that the other party is really a creative master.

Savage is not stupid. It is impossible for him to completely believe this document after suffering a loss. He plans to put it aside and find a few trustworthy people first, but just after he flipped through a few pages, he found a familiar name-"Schiller Rodriguez".

The Mirror Master and Captain Cold, who he sent out before, both mentioned this name. Savage knew that this was a professor working at Gotham University, majoring in psychology. The intelligence of the Mirror Master and Captain Cold described him as very terrifying.

The information provided by this mysterious man elaborated on Schiller's resume in detail, pointing out that he was a detective and psychologist who had participated in the detection of serial murders several times. In addition, this document made a guess that the author of the document believed that Schiller might have an amazing criminal experience and came to Gotham to escape guilt.

After reading Schiller's resume, Savage also sighed. In his long life, he had seen countless crazy murderers, but most of them only committed crimes once or twice. Even the most famous serial killers only had their peak period of creation within a few years.

The long list of words on Schiller's resume tells of his busy experience in the past ten years. If these are all true, Savage agrees with the author's point of view. Schiller cannot be just a detective. He must have been a murderer.

Savage doesn't like to deal with such people. They are almost not interested in worldly fame and fortune. Their only wish is to commit crimes. But if they can add a little chaos, Savage can regroup.

Schiller, who has no idea that he is being thought of, is tutoring Jason in basic grammar in the classroom.

"Look here, you should get used to using guiding words, which will make your logic clearer... Yes, that's right, you can omit it, but you should also pay attention to the intervals and pauses after the omission, don't be too hasty..."

Schiller pointed to a sentence in the grammar book and said: "You speak a little too fast, but there is no need for this. You are eager to make the other party understand your point of view, which is actually too much attention to the other party's reaction. Sometimes, you should pay more attention to your own logic..."

"In the process of conversation, you should pay attention to the expression of your self as much as possible. It is right to be good at listening to other people's ideas, but if your logic is not self-consistent, you can't convince yourself. If you can't be yourself, then it will be difficult for you to convince the patient..."

Jason kept nodding and looking at the grammar book attentively. He just said one of the items: "Is this reply to the conversation okay? Wouldn't it be too rude? Isn't the interjection he used a bit too radical?"

"No, this is actually a kind of self-suggestion. You need to improve your state. During the conversation, try to stay excited. You need to use your own positive emotions to infect the other party. Using some exaggerated interjections and more frequent gestures will help you improve your state..."

Schiller and Jason communicated with each other, and the communication between the two was very smooth. In less than half an hour. Schiller closed the book and said, "Okay, today's class is over. Do you want to go to the dormitory to sleep, or..."

"Oh, I have to go back to the end of the volume to help. I heard that Big Head wants to ask us something. Others don't understand the situation, so I have to do it."

Schiller leaned back in the chair and said, "Thank God, it's you who is in class today. If it was Bruce..."

He instinctively wanted to say something not so friendly, but it seemed that he thought of Bruce's current state, and finally stopped talking. When he heard Bruce's name, Jason wrinkled his nose.

"What's wrong?" Schiller asked, "Why do you have that expression?"

Jason snorted coldly and said, "Isn't that a bad guy who likes to kidnap children? I heard that several children have disappeared in his hands. I misjudged him before. Next time he comes to school, he will wait for me..."

Obviously, Jason also knew about Batman's scandal. He knew that Batman was Bruce Wayne, so he spoke without restraint, but Schiller said, "Heard? Who told you that?"

"The newspaper said it." Jason replied.

"Who wrote the newspaper?" Schiller asked again.

Jason thought for a moment, then shook his head slowly. Schiller said, "Newspapers are also written by people. As long as they are human, they will have selfish intentions. Imagine, if the rival boss of your Curly Tail Gang went to work in a newspaper, how would he write about you?"

Jason immediately showed a disgusted expression, and said, "That guy will definitely spread rumors. Last time he framed me, saying that I withheld commissions. It was obviously him, and he didn't even let go of the little money earned by the youngest child..."

"Jason, don't listen to hearsay, don't rely on other people's profiles to understand a person. You have to do your own homework, and the same goes for profiles." Schiller said with a smile.

Jason pursed his lips and said, "But. If what the newspaper said is true, then wouldn't I be..."

He was about to nod hesitantly, but Schiller suddenly seemed to remember something, and his attitude immediately changed 180 degrees. He said: "Your impression of Bruce is correct, you should stay away from him. He likes to capture children and bring them home, and then let them wear tights and masks to dress up as Robin..."

"Listen, Jason, although it is your freedom to wear whatever clothes you want, sometimes, the strange clothes with too obvious themes are actually caused by mental problems. We call it transvestism..."

"Of course, if he himself has transvestism, we can't stop him, but if he wants to dress others like that, it's pure troublemaking."

"If he tells you that he needs an assistant, wants you to be a hero, wants you to help him fight criminals, and other nonsense, don't believe a word of it!"

Jason's eyes widened, seemingly not understanding why Schiller said that, but Schiller still reminded him:

"If you see a person with green hair on the street who likes to laugh for no reason, you must walk around him. No matter what he says to you, don't believe it!"

"Wait a minute, maybe it's more than just green hair..." Schiller touched his hair, and then said: "If you walk on the street and see someone who looks exactly like me, no matter what he says to you, don't believe it!"

Jason was confused.

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