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Chapter 171: The Long Easter (End)

"My father is a tyrant, a dictator who does not allow anyone to question him. I worked hard to meet his demands and become the perfect heir, but he still distrusts me and refuses to tell me anything."

"I know he's been ruling the Gotham underworld for so many years not just because of his abilities and intelligence. I know that..."

"He's not the true king of Gotham. There's someone else controlling Gotham behind the scenes, a mysterious and powerful organization."

Batman silently looked at Alberto, whose facial muscles had completely changed, like a stranger that Batman had never seen before. Alberto's tone was filled with resentment and indignation, emotions that Batman had never heard in Evans' voice before.

"But in Evans' mouth, The Godfather is not like that."

"Him? What does he know? Yes... he's Carmine's perfect son. Carmine made him because he thought I wasn't perfect enough..."

"So what really happened to you?"

Alberto snorted and looked down at the crack in the church, but there was no response he wanted. So, as if killing time, he said to Batman, "I accidentally learned that Gotham is a city that cannot be saved. People who don't belong here will eventually leave."

"All of this is because of a powerful organization controlling Gotham in secret, making the city turn to their will."

"The Godfather? He's just a survivor barely hanging on. He never ruled Gotham. He failed in his fight against this power, and it was this mysterious organization that let him become The Godfather."

"In a quarrel with him, he accidentally revealed clues about this organization. I secretly investigated, but found nothing. However, I accidentally came into contact with their followers."

"It was a great dark force that I had never seen before..." Alberto's tone began to reveal fanaticism as he said, "His wings have always sheltered this city, and we will all worship him..."

"So, you joined this organization?"

"No, no..." Alberto said nervously, "They won't let me join. I don't understand..."

In his manic muttering, Batman seemed to see a group of black owls standing behind him, snickering and whispering in Alberto's ear, "You're the descendant of a rebel... you must atone for your bloodline... go, go..."

Alberto half knelt down on the ground again, trembling all over. His voice became muffled, with both resentment and fear. He said, "They gave me a knife, a hard and sharp knife, and I used it to stab..."

Alberto's tone began to become painful, as if everything he was talking about was different from what he remembered.

"You want to kill your father?" Batman asked.

"No, I didn't... I just want to redeem myself, I want..."

"You did want to kill him, but you failed in the end, right?"

Alberto's tone became full of dissatisfaction and resentment. "Carmine was obviously prepared for me, I was too late to act!"

"Then he killed you and created Evans?"

"Not him, it was that..." Alberto paused for a moment and said with some difficulty, "It was that Father. They are together, they know everything..."

"It seems that it was indeed a farce. Falcone's eldest son didn't really die, he just changed his identity."

"But I'm a little puzzled. How could this deceive everyone? You look exactly the same, the same age. Someone must recognize you, right?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Batman reacted and said, "The funeral?"

"...Yes, Carmine invited everyone who had seen me before to attend my funeral. Then they all died, including the father of that little Copperpot."

"Has nothing to do with the umbrella?" Batman muttered to himself.

Alberto sneered and said, "It seems that you know a lot."

"It's just the opposite. It has everything to do with the umbrella. Do you think Carmine doesn't know anything about them? You're wrong... no one knows them better than The Godfather, but he never says anything."

"Carmine took advantage of a loophole. He tampered with a batch of umbrella materials so that the umbrellas couldn't be delivered on time. Then on a rainy day, he called everyone out, and then they all died."

"He claimed that idiot was my younger brother, who lived abroad with our mother since childhood, so he replaced me and became the youngest son of The Godfather."

"For a long time, I was indeed dead, only Evans existed."

"He became a devout believer, often running to Church to pray, but he didn't know that it was Carmine who made the move to make me disappear completely."

"That Father has a power beyond ordinary people. I don't know what it is... but he seems to be able to influence people's minds."

"Every time Evans comes into contact with him, his personality becomes more stable, and Alberto slowly dissipates."

"But fortunately..." Alberto smiled and said, "In this disaster, the Church was destroyed, and that Father had to leave. Evans hasn't prayed to him for a long time."

"So you came back to life?"

"At first, I couldn't control this body's movements independently, only a vague consciousness. But I am the true owner of this body. Soon, I could control this body when Evans was asleep."

"I had something to do, so I managed to control Sheldon without letting anyone find out."

"But in the end, you killed him. Why?"

"He was a selfish idiot, short-sighted, only concerned about immediate benefits. I wanted to use his position to gather Gotham University students at the Easter party and create an egg explosion. Those special eggs were also prepared for these students."

"But that stupid principal thought it would harm his reputation, so he didn't use the eggs I gave him. So I had to change my plan and sell them to various grocery stores or give them to those gang leaders."

"Why did you do this? Just to cause trouble?"

"I was conducting an experiment."

Alberto's answer surprised Batman, but he instinctively thought of a question and asked, "What is the substance that can make people crazy in those eggs?"

"It's the Lazarus Pit."

"Lazarus... what?"

"That's something that can make people immortal, make them never die, do you understand?"

Batman didn't say anything for a moment, he looked at Alberto as if he was looking at a fool. Alberto felt his gaze and spoke angrily, "You don't understand at all!! This is what the great Power needs to survive! I've been investigating for a long time..."

He took a deep breath, then calmed down and said, "My contact with them has not been in vain. I know that what they rely on to train those powerful assassins is something called 'Fine Wine'.

"Fine Wine? What's that?"

"In their records, this factor has properties similar to wine. It can make people crazy with intoxication, and also make them immortal."

"They use this factor to create powerful assassins, and I firmly believe that this is the greatness of Him, a gift and reward to humanity. And I, I will receive this reward..."

"Give up your strange and ridiculous theories. There is nothing in this world that can make people immortal."

Alberto showed a crazy smile, his gaze fell on the crack in the center of the great Church, where a faint green light was visible. He said, "Thank that Father, thank that fool Evans, I noticed something different about the Church..."

Batman also looked over there and said, "Don't tell me, this thing is underground in the Church."

"After the Church was damaged, this precious Fine Wine leaked out of the crack. I collected some of it. According to the records of that mysterious organization, Fine Wine must mature before it can be consumed, but I don't know how long it takes to mature."

"For this reason, I must do an experiment to get the answer. I diluted them and made them into a spray, which I put into Easter eggs."

"Undeveloped Fine Wine will make people go crazy, but it doesn't matter... I got the answer I wanted."

Alberto took a deep breath, half kneeling, and leaned close to the crack, staring at the light in the crack. He said, "Fine Wine needs to ferment and age, and tonight, it will mature. As long as I can obtain the purest Fine Wine, I can live forever..."

Then he looked up at the crucifixion statue of Jesus in front of the Church, his voice trembling as he said, "Just like Jesus, I will resurrect tonight and return to heaven, becoming a god. Those who caused me suffering will pay the price..."

"Don't dream." Batman's cold tone interrupted Alberto's reverie. He said, "First of all, I think this so-called fine wine is a scam. Secondly, I won't give you a chance to get it."

"You can't stop me!" Alberto saw the green light becoming brighter and a strong scent of alcohol emanating from it in the increasingly bright moonlight.

He rushed forward like crazy, trying to jump into the crack.

First, a gunshot hit his shoulder, causing Alberto to fall backward from the recoil. Then, two darts hit his knees, making him lose the ability to move.

Alberto lay on the ground, as if subdued, but Batman was still cautious and did not approach him directly. Instead, he went around the crack and came up behind Alberto.

Just as he was about to approach Alberto, he saw a triumphant smile appear on Alberto.

Batman immediately retreated. A loud explosion sounded under Alberto, and in an instant, the floor of the Church exploded, expanding the long crack into a large hole. In the midst of the dust, the entire floor of the Church ceased to exist.

Batman stood on the edge of the collapse and looked down. He saw that the ground under the Church had become a large swimming pool filled with an unknown green liquid. The liquid emitted a faint light and had a smell like high-proof alcohol. Even inhaling a little bit made people feel dizzy.

Batman took a few steps back, shook his head, and felt a little better after a gust of cold wind blew by. Since the last fire, Batman had added a gas mask to his mask. He pulled down his face mask to cover his mouth and nose, then walked up and looked down at the green pool.

He did not see Alberto's figure, but Batman remembered that when the explosion happened, Alberto fell with the collapsing floor of the Church and should have fallen into this green pool.

This liquid is too strange. Batman dare not handle it recklessly, and he doesn't have the right salvaging tools at hand. Just as he was about to turn around and leave to prepare the tools, he heard "gulu gulu" bubbles coming from behind.

Batman turned around and saw the glowing green pool with a series of bubbles floating on the surface, as if something was blowing underneath.

Immediately, a pale hand stretched out from the edge of the sink. The cold moonlight of Gotham shone on the back of the hand, and the bones and blood vessels on it protruded like a corpse that had been stored for many years.

The moonlight became brighter, the wind lighter, and the air around the large church was condensed into a block of ice. In this freezing atmosphere, the Jesus on the cross affected by the explosion collapsed with a bang and shattered into several pieces.

In this long Easter, Jesus did not rise from the dead but died completely.

Instead, the eternal nightmare of Gotham resurrected in madness—

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