Chapter 43 God Bless Gotham

"...Sal is a little clever, just like his partner. I remember the first time I met him, he was a young man who had just come to Gotham. He brought a few people to the dock to blackmail the owner of the cargo ship. Not long after, he was spotted by Lauren in the red-light district. The red-haired girl took him to the block and soon bought the first bar. That was more than 20 years ago..."

Falcone sat in a chair, smoking a cigar and recalling. He said, "Sal will not let the police chief go. Even if he wants to get some information out of him, he will die in the end. You can change the conditions, such as who else you want to kill, or what troubles you want to solve?"

"My troubles come from Metropolis, so I won't bother the Godfather."

Falcone rolled his eyes slightly Zhu, glanced at him and said: "The guys I helped you solve seem to be very important. Who did you offend?"

Schiller raised his eyes and said: "Godfather, I think I may be the longest-lived tutor of your son."

Falcone knocked on the table with the butt of his cigar and said: "You work for me, of course I won't let trouble find you, but you yourself participated in those weird things, and now you hide here..."

"Aren't you afraid that I will drag the Falcone family into the water?"

Falcone turned his chair back and said:

"When did the Falcone family go ashore? From the day I came to Gotham, I knew that we were all rotten wrecks in the sinking ship and would never think of going ashore."

Then he sighed slightly again.

"...but my son and I have different ideas."

Little Falcone, that is, Evans Falcone, is different from the old godfather. He is full of passion and thinks he can rectify the order of Gotham by himself.

That's right. Although he is the heir of the future mafia family, he does want to restore the order of Gotham, but this order is based on violence, not to create a utopia.

To be honest, his idea may even be more normal than Batman's. Absolute violence brings absolute authority, and absolute authority controls everyone. The question is whether little Falcone has the ability.

After a while, the butler knocked on the door. Evans stood behind him. When he walked in and saw Schiller, he was obviously stunned for a moment, then turned back and whispered to the butler: "Do you remember that I mentioned forgetting to bring homework or forgetting to hand in homework recently?"

The butler shook his head, and Evans was obviously relieved. Schiller stood up and said: "Evans?"

"Do you know each other?" Falcone asked.

"Father, this is my university professor. I remember I mentioned to you that I have to write a psychology homework."

Before Falcone could say anything, Evans said, "I'm sorry, professor, if there is any problem with my recent homework, it may be that I have been busy recently and neglected it. If you are not satisfied, I can rewrite it immediately."

Then he moved his lips and turned to Falcone and said, "Father, the recent events in the east block have kept me busy. Perhaps I have neglected my studies. I am really sorry that Professor Schiller came to visit you."

Schiller understood that he had misunderstood and thought he was visiting his home. In fact, Evans was almost scared to death now.

He had long heard of Schiller's notoriety, saying that he would die wherever he went, that he was a serial killer and a stamp collector, and that he scolded Bruce Wayne in class for not handing in his homework and even gave him a notice of expulsion...

Schiller, the homework-chasing maniac, was well-known throughout Gotham University. No professor had ever been so strict in requiring students to hand in their homework. No matter who it was, if you dared not to hand in your homework, you would definitely receive some humiliating sarcasm in his class, even if you were Bruce Wayne, the chairman of the board of directors of Gotham University.

But Evans never expected that he would actually run to the godfather of the largest mafia family in Gotham and chase him for his homework!

Evans lamented in his heart, is this professor crazy? No wonder he scolded Bruce Wayne like a drowned dog, and even the new principal Seldon avoided him.

As the heir of a mafia family, Evans originally didn't believe those messy rumors, but now he does. Who would come to visit the Godfather if he wasn't mentally ill?

It's not that Schiller cares so much about homework. His mentality has not changed from the teaching style of his previous life. You know, many students can't memorize those big books on psychology, and often can't get a very high score in the final exam. At this time, if you want to pass, you can only rely on your usual scores to pull up, but if you don't even do homework and have no usual scores, the pass rate will definitely be terrible.

If the pass rate is too low, his evaluation will definitely be affected. Although Gotham University has no reliable professor evaluation plan at all, and no one cares whether students pass or fail, Schiller has been used to it in his previous life. He feels that he hasn't used up 30% of his strength, and the students of Gotham University who have been educated happily since childhood have broken their defense.

If they were thrown into the university where Schiller taught in his previous life, they would be overwhelmed by just a small classroom essay. You have to know that those students had to write a small essay of 20,000 words, and a large essay according to the standards for publishing a book.

So he couldn't understand why someone couldn't write enough words for a short paper of less than 3,000 words. Moreover, the number of words in English papers is less than that in Chinese papers. A standard paper of 3,000 words only has 2,000 words. How could they not submit all the papers?

So after Schiller used all means to catch up with the homework, three-quarters of the students in his class finally handed in their homework, including Evans. He was even the better one. He basically handed in every paper, and the number of words in each paper was enough. The content was also pretty good. He won the first place two or three times.

Schiller felt that such a good student should be praised. They were both freshmen. Look at Bruce, who was unlearned. In his 2,000-word paper, transition words accounted for one-third, and meaningless modifications and descriptions accounted for another one-third. The rest was the the and the a. Others only wrote two characters apart for dashes, but he could write a long row. Even so, he had the nerve to let Schiller save him.

Falcone frowned slightly and said, "In that case, how is Evans doing in school? Is there any problem with his homework? What about his test scores?"

Evans took a deep breath, and Schiller said, "In fact... it's very good. I heard that Anna, who teaches advanced mathematics, also talked to me. Evans is quite good in science. At least I am willing to give him a postgraduate place. He is quite talented in psychology."

Evans breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing his son's performance, Falcone said directly:

"Professor Schiller will be your tutor in the future."

Evans shuddered and felt a chill on his back, but he did not dare to question his father's decision. He could only say, "Okay, father."

Falcone stood up from the chair holding the two armrests of the chair and said, "It seems that I have to deal with the troubles you brought from the metropolis for you."

Schiller shook his head and said, "This is a big trouble. I don't think the price I paid is worth it."

Falcone said, "Being my son's A tutor is not enough, but if you become a friend of the Falcone family, we will settle all the troubles for our friends. "

"There is a huge dark vortex behind the Metropolis that no one can imagine. I escaped from there, but lost a lot of things. There is no need for people in Gotham to get involved in the affairs of the Metropolis, right?"

Falcone shook his head, took another puff of his cigar, and said, "You don't know me well enough, sir. Forty years ago, I came to Gotham alone. No one had ever heard of Falcone's name. Thirty years ago, I became the owner of three streets. There was no Falcone family at that time..."

"I don't want to brag about my achievements, but I have ruled Gotham for forty years, ruling this city that was once called hell."

Falcone put the end of the cigar against the table, and smoke rose from his fingers. He said, "So you just need to answer 'yes', and all the troubles you have suffered will say goodbye to you."

Schiller looked at him, and Falcone's expression was calmer than Schiller imagined.

Schiller thought that this Falcone was obviously not the villain in the comics when Batman was a rookie. He was the well-deserved Godfather of Gotham, the uncrowned king of Gotham City.

When there was no Batman, Gotham City was never peaceful. The Godfather had ruled here for forty years. Such a person could not be as stupid and short-sighted as described in the comics.

Finally, Schiller stepped forward, kissed Falcone's right hand, and said, "... God bless Gotham, Godfather."

Schiller put the stress of the last word in his mouth, and Falcone heard the subtle difference, but he didn't mind.

No matter how glorious he was in the past forty years, the Godfather was really old, and the heir of the Falcone family was far from mature.

Falcone thought, perhaps, the era of Gotham without a king is coming.