All Worlds Madhouse

Parker is not a "pure-blood gangster" who never went to school, so he can understand the words in the notebook. I know every word, and I also know the phrases they form, but when they are put together, it suddenly becomes difficult to understand.

In his chaotic consciousness at the moment, he could only force himself to connect these things together.

The general process is this: Just now, I and about 30 brothers rushed into this clinic, trying to get something out of this doctor. Immediately afterwards, the doctor cut off all the people except himself. After that, he very hospitably treated himself to a cup of tea. Finally, because of two lines of words, he smiled and said to himself, "We will That's a companion

Well, regardless of whether you can accept this process or not, this should be it anyway. Of course, Parker knew that he couldn't understand all this at all. Now his mind was full of questions, but he didn't want to ask at all, because he didn't want to mix with this room full of brothers like fried peas.

So while holding in his urine, he used all his strength to put on the brightest smile in his life.

"Okay. Brother, brother."

When the doctor named Ziliang heard such a response, he responded politely with a gentle smile.

"Oh, by the way, you are looking for the guy named Hmm." He thought for a while, then turned back and picked up the wanted notice that was stained red with blood: "Oh, you are looking for George Parnes. Sir, right. I'm sorry, but I did see him the other day, and that night he broke in and put a gun to my head. It was probably around this place."

Ziliang said, kicking away half of someone's arm, and stood in a place near the door: "I was a little scared at the time, so I took him."

"It's okay, it's okay." Parker said quickly, seemingly a little apologetic. He didn't want to know what happened to Parnes later.

"Oh, since it's okay." Ziliang nodded: "So, there should be no conflicts between you and me from now on. Then, do I need to ask a question?"

This sentence made Parker's heart suddenly rise to his throat again, because he didn't know what this madman would ask, and under this situation, he automatically came up with countless questions that made him sweat. Like "Do you want your left eye or your right eye?"

"Which gang are you employed by?" Ziliang asked

Parker breathed a sigh of relief: "We. We belong to the 'Falcone' family."

"Falcone family; Falcone family." Ziliang couldn't help mumbling, and then started to flip through the small notebook: "Oh, I found it, the leader is Carmine Falcone, brother A very powerful gang leader in Tan City, nicknamed "The Roman", is known for his ruthlessness and expansionism. The gang system he runs is often called the 'Roman Empire'."

Parker was stunned for a moment. Although this information was not confidential information, it seemed that the doctor had obviously found this information from his small notebook. And just now, he also saw the words "Arkham Asylum" written on the notebook. [Death Row Prisoner No. 21] After saying such words, his attitude towards himself suddenly changed.

"So... what on earth is that notebook?" Parker thought curiously. Of course, no matter how curious he was, he couldn't really ask anything. Because he knew that this doctor was an extremely scary guy, just like those weirdos who wear sacks on their heads, always throw coins when they have nothing to do, wear purple suits, or wear black cloaks in the middle of the night.

There are always these weirdos in Gotham City. All of them are madmen, but fortunately, it seems that since one day many years ago, these weirdos have become less and less. Most of them disappeared or were imprisoned in Arkham Asylum. In the end, , the guy in the cloak in the night also disappeared.

It has to be said that it is precisely because of the disappearance of these people that the current gangs are becoming more and more easy to mess with.

"Well——" After Ziliang found the introduction about [Falcone Family], he started to make a long sound and continued to flip through the book. After a while, he seemed to find nothing, just Neng put it into his pocket angrily: "Okay, now I have to ask you for a favor."

"Huh?" Parker was stunned.

Ziliang smiled: "It's not a big deal, because as I said just now, I want to help you rob the prison, so I have to ask you to take me to see Mr. Falcone. I think I need to talk to him."

Parker was thinking about crying. Originally, more than 30 people were chopped into pieces by a doctor inexplicably. This incident itself was difficult to explain clearly. Now the only one who survived had to take this doctor to see the boss of the family. , isn’t this sending yourself to death?

But there seems to be no other way, because if I say no now, or show a little bit of reluctance, I guess not even the whole body will be left alive in the next second.

So he had no choice but to nod his head like a woodpecker. He also tried his best to look like he was willing to help.

"Thank you so much. I just said that the folk customs in this city are very simple. Look, isn't this a good way to communicate." Ziliang talked to himself.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and then he patted his head.

"Ah, I was so happy that I forgot about such a big thing." Ziliang said and quickly took out the phone.

"Hey, Joey, ah, yes, yes, I have a large amount of feed here now. Come on, yes, drive a few more trucks, otherwise we may not be able to load it."

After saying this, Ziliang hung up the phone.

Parker looked at the doctor blankly

To be honest, he really wants to cry, shout, or even sing two songs. In short, he needs to vent his feelings now. This feeling is really weird. It's not just fear, Instead, it contains more absurdity, ridiculousness, weirdness, madness, and hysteria. Looking back now, it seems that ever since I walked into this small clinic, this feeling has been with me, like a ruthless mockery of my worldview over the years.

"I'm really sorry. We can't go see Mr. Falcone right now. As you can see, the feed can't just be left here, right." Ziliang lit a cigarette and looked at the body on the ground. they said.

"Yes, yes." Parker responded mechanically. He now understood what the "feed" the doctor named Ziliang meant, so he smiled "hehe" and felt that there seemed to be a sound in his head. There was a sound of something breaking.

"Okay, whatever, the world may have always been like this, I just didn't realize it." Parker could only find this reason to ensure that his spirit would not collapse on the spot.

Then, he seemed to suddenly discover something strange that he should have discovered a long time ago.

With so many corpses, it stands to reason that the blood should have spread out like a broken water pipe, but why doesn't it seem like there isn't much accumulated at this moment? Where did all the blood go?

As soon as he thought about this question, Parker saw a small area on the floor that was free of blood. In the center of the pile of corpses, a trail of blood slowly flowed through the gap on the floor, and then was sucked in.

"Oh, it turns out that all the blood has been sucked dry by this room. Haha." Parker smiled with a distracted look. He also took a sip of the cup of tea he had been holding in his hand and told himself at the same time: "Isn't it just the floor of the room? Drinking blood, that’s normal, right—hahaha.”