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Chapter 156: Party and Umbrella (8)

Gordon's head was about to explode, and Copperpot was also in a state of doubt about life.

His question was not smaller than Gordon's, because he was the mastermind behind the whole thing.

From Copperpot's perspective, he wanted to break away from The Godfather and accumulate some capital for himself, in other words, to make money and pave the way for his rise in the future.

So he jumped back and forth between Fish and Kevin repeatedly. In order to completely get rid of anyone who wanted to control him, he first used Fish to kill Kevin, then used Maroni to kill Fish, and finally wanted to use the accusation against Maroni to exonerate The Godfather's son and escape smoothly.

The previous steps went smoothly, and now he has reached the final step, but Copperpot never thought that Evans would plead guilty??

Then how can he execute his final plan? In fact, at this point, Copperpot himself knows that he doesn't have to execute the final plan.

Because he really has a mental illness, not pretending, even if he doesn't do the last thing for The Godfather, based on his illness, The Godfather should not make things difficult for a minor with schizophrenia.

Even if The Godfather knew that Copperpot was sick, he might even give him some money for treatment.

The reason why The Godfather is The Godfather is that he does not have the ruthless means of killing people after using them as in many movies and TV shows. On the contrary, many retired gang members from the Falcone family have received good retirement benefits, and those who are sick are treated, and those who are not sick can buy houses for vacation and retire comfortably.

Copperpot knows that in this situation, The Godfather will not make things difficult for him anymore, and he no longer needs to worry about The Godfather's eyeliner everywhere, because he really has a mental illness and has been diagnosed by the chief doctor of Arkham Mental Hospital.

However, Copperpot cannot accept that his perfect plan has gone wrong. The fact that his mother and he got sick at the same time has already caused flaws in his plan, making Copperpot feel uncomfortable.

For someone who pursues a criminal career, it is like throwing an old rat into a pot of perfect soup.

However, Copperpot can barely accept it, after all, life and death are uncontrollable, and both he and his mother got sick at this time, and can only be attributed to bad luck. But Evans' confession is obviously another hidden reason, not an accident. Copperpot cannot tolerate another mastermind behind his perfect plan.

Copperpot couldn't help but think, did he really misread the person? Is little Falcone the real mastermind behind the scenes?

While Copperpot was still in doubt, Schiller's voice brought him back. Schiller stared at Copperpot and said, "You haven't answered my question yet. Where did this umbrella come from?"

Gordon and Copperpot looked at Schiller together, and Copperpot spoke Gordon's mind, "Is this the time to talk about this issue? What's so important about it?"

Gordon continued, "My good professor! Don't worry about your broken umbrella now!"

"The situation is very serious now! The heir of the Falcone family actually ran to the police station and confessed to murder."

Gordon pointed to the door and said, "Just now, our new police station chief had a stroke, and he should be in an ambulance now."

"I just received 15 consecutive calls. The only two senior judges in our city said that their vacation plans had been made two months ago and they bought plane tickets overnight to leave Gotham... "

"Five of the nine civilian officials in the Gotham court have gastroenteritis, three have a high fever, and one suddenly lost his voice and went to the hospital overnight to recuperate. Even three of the five janitors broke their legs and cannot come to work tomorrow... "

"Just in the past hour, Gotham's judicial system has successfully paralyzed. "

After speaking, Gordon was even amused by himself. He said, "I don't know how many times they rehearsed. In such an emergency situation, they can all fall down like dominoes in just one hour, faster than the fire in the damn court... "

"What's even more outrageous is that we have received notices from 12 lawyer firms that have temporarily closed. Now, you can't find any lawyer in Gotham whose phone can be reached?"

Schiller completely ignored his complaint, picked up the umbrella, poked Copperpot's injured arm, and Copperpot screamed in pain and dodged.

He looked up at Schiller, then lowered his head to glance at his still bound arm on the armrest, and said resignedly, "Okay, but I need to figure out what's going on with Evans first. I can't allow..."

Just then, there was a commotion from the balcony of the mental hospital, and Batman walked in with a cold and bloody aura. Schiller turned to him, and Batman was also surprised. He didn't expect there to be so many people here.

Schiller looked him up and down and said, "The great detective of Gotham has come. Let's hear what he has to say."

Gordon sniffed and asked Batman, "Where have you been? Why do you smell of blood?"

"That's not important," Batman's voice was still cold.

"Maroni told me that Evans Falcone instructed him to kill Fish."

"You're too late," Gordon said, hands on hips. "Evans has already confessed."

Before Batman could ask Gordon for more details, Schiller knocked on the metal railing at the end of the bed with his umbrella, making a loud noise. He raised his voice and said, "I hope you can understand that this is my office. Let me speak first."

Schiller then raised his umbrella and said, "Answer my question, then leave here and go to another place to hold your detective meeting."

"Oh my God! It rains every day in Gotham, my umbrella is broken, and the umbrella maker who could fix it is dead. How can you be so indifferent and lack sympathy?"

The others all looked at him in silence, and Schiller paused for a moment before saying helplessly, "Okay, if you must solve your problems before answering my question, then you don't have to ask Evans..."

He put down the umbrella, tapped the floor tiles with the umbrella tip, and said, "It was my suggestion that he do it."

Gordon and Copperpot both widened their eyes, and Schiller put down the umbrella, sat behind the desk, and said, "It seems that you have to listen to my version of the story again from the beginning."

Batman stood with his arms crossed in a corner of the room, his expression as if he had expected it. Schiller took a sip of water and began his narration.

"About a month ago, Evans came to the psychological counseling room at Gotham University to confide in his teacher."

"He had some conflicts with his father, and the first part of the story sounded like a young man's troubles, but the second part was not so pleasant, because his father was The Godfather of Gotham."

"As we all know, originally, the old Godfather was planning to retire. He handed over a large area of industry in the West District to his son, letting him develop it as he pleased, although Evans did not do well, but the old Godfather was not in a hurry, after all, he was still young."

"But later, Gotham's reform began. Obviously, the old Godfather wanted to retire not because he was really old, but because he had reached the top and even if he worked harder, there would be no change."

"But after the reform began, everything changed. The Falcone family had too many new possibilities. The logistics industry needed management, urban construction also needed attention, and there were too many hidden games with Chicago, and the same was true for contacts with Imperial City, not to mention the East Coast linkage plan on the agenda..."

Schiller tapped the table and said, "If the old Godfather had originally treated all of Gotham as a training ground and handed it over to his son, he wouldn't be so hasty now."

Batman's voice came from the corner of the room:

"A still-not-old emperor has rekindled his ambition, so the position of the prince is in question."

"That's right. Evans is in an awkward position. His father had already handed over a lot of the industry to him, giving him the capital to challenge the old Godfather's rule. But now, his father suddenly doesn't plan to retire and seems to intend to rule Gotham for another forty years."

"So the heir who has already received some power is not just in an awkward position, but in danger."

"Evans told me all this and came to me for advice."

Schiller glanced at Gordon and Copperpot and said, "You should know the old Godfather better than me."

Copperpot was silent for a moment before saying, "He loves his son very much, but that doesn't mean he will tolerate his successor's ambitions. He won't sit idly by and let anyone else gain power that could threaten his position."

Copperpot suddenly realized something and looked at Schiller, asking, "What advice did you give to Falcone?"

"Of course, I advised him to retire gracefully."

Schiller stood up and walked around the table, saying, "You should know better than me that Falcone is magnanimous in some ways, but he has ruled Gotham for forty years not just by being tolerant and kind."

"If Evans dares to show any ambition to challenge his father's rule at this time, although Falcone won't kill him, it's normal for him to keep Evans under house arrest until he agrees to retire."

Gordon immediately understood and glared at Schiller, saying, "So you..."

"The Godfather had once let Evans kill Maroni with his own hands. Evans had indeed captured him and could have killed him, but I advised him to use him as a pawn."

"Of course, what happened afterwards was Evans' own genius creation and had nothing to do with me."

"Evans first acted impulsively, got into conflicts with various gang bosses when dealing with Living Hell's relationships, and then instructed Maroni to enter Living Hell to kill those gang bosses, damaging his own reputation."

Then he looked at Copperpot, and Copperpot said, "So Maroni and I came to an agreement..."

"Just like you said before," Schiller looked at Gordon, "a heir who acted recklessly at first, was indecisive in handling things, and then resorted to assassination when desperate, looks really stupid and poses no threat."

"Not to mention, he went to the police," Gordon added helplessly.

"More importantly..." Schiller pulled out a medical record book from under the table and said, "As expected, when Gotham's judicial system heard that Falcone wanted to go through the regular trial process, it broke down. He can skip bail, trial, and imprisonment and go straight to outpatient treatment..."

Gordon looked like he had just eaten shit, saying, "And then he can join you here, right? You even prepared the medical records in advance..."

Schiller pointed to the bed next to Copperpot and said, "That's his bed."

"Outpatient treatment for mental illness means he can avoid appearing in front of his father for a long time." Batman summed up, "It's good for both of them."

"Okay, that's the end of the story." Schiller turned his gaze to Copperpot and said, "Now you should answer my question, right?"

Everyone's gaze, along with Schiller's movement, fell on the umbrella he raised.