dmims Chapter 17 Absurd Ideas
Chapter 17 Absurd Ideas
The numbness came and went quickly. Selena pulled out the needle, and Qin Wei collapsed to the ground, clutching his neck.
Hearing the noise, Oswald grabbed a brick and rushed into the alley.
"Who are you people? Stay away from him!"
"Relax, I mean no harm. I just want to borrow some of your friend's blood." Dr. Hugo took the blood collection tube from Catwoman, shook it, and listened to the sound of the liquid sloshing around, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
Having obtained what he wanted, Dr. Hugo turned and left, and in the darkness, the cyborg's heavy footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
Oswald wanted to step forward and demand an explanation, but Qin Wei grabbed him.
"Forget it, we've already got the money."
Qin Wei handed him the check.
"I'm sorry. I should have told you, but I was worried you wouldn't agree..." Selena's eyes darted away; her actions just now betrayed her partner.
"It's okay, I would have done the same."
Qin Wei comforted the catwoman.
At first, he was indeed terrified, but upon reflection, he realized that if Selena truly intended to betray him, she wouldn't have needed to return to the sewers, and she had even returned the checks to him. That thin stack of checks amounted to a full $450 million.
Hugo is a meticulous and dangerous man, and it's no wonder that the inexperienced Selena was schemed against by him.
Fortunately, the other party only wanted one vial of his blood. Although Qin Wei felt vaguely uneasy, his immediate priority was to return the money to Maroni and end this farce as soon as possible.
Qin Wei shared his thoughts, but Oswald rejected them.
"No, I'm taking it to Mr. Falcone!"
Just now, Oswald devised a bold plan, a plan to sow discord between the top two leaders of the Roman Empire.
Since the clown incident, the two have harbored resentment towards each other, and Falcone has been looking for an opportunity to replace the ambitious Maroni.
"I will tell Falcone that this whole affair was a script orchestrated by Maroni and Hugo from beginning to end! I will make Maroni pay the price!"
Oswald sneered, his wide eyes bulging outwards in a sickly manner, making his face appear particularly ferocious under the flashlight beam.
Qin Wei frowned and remained silent. He believed that Oswald had followed Maroni for so many years and must have a clearer understanding of the internal workings of the Roman Empire than he did, and should have a more accurate assessment of the feasibility of this matter.
But for some reason, he always felt that this was particularly absurd.
"What do you think?" Qin Wei asked the catwoman.
"I think it's possible; sowing discord between the two could greatly weaken the strength of the Roman Empire."
Selena gave an irrelevant answer.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. Catwoman's goal is to take down Falcone, and she'll try even if the chances of success are extremely low. Besides, as an outsider, Selena doesn't need to get involved at all; she just needs to wait for the outcome.
I shouldn't have asked her.
Qin Wei felt a little regretful, because Catwoman's words gave Oswald something he lacked.
confidence.
"Am I right, Wei! We can definitely do it. Let's go find Mr. Falcone now. As long as we help him bring down Maroni, Mr. Falcone won't treat us unfairly!"
Oswald reached out to grab Qin Wei; he couldn't wait any longer.
"Could we wait a bit? I just don't think this is going to work out..."
"What are you still hesitating for! It's past midnight, Maronny's assassins could find us at any moment... Wait! Maybe we should deliberately let the assassins find us, and get injured a bit, so Mr. Falcone will think Maronny is trying to silence us, and he'll trust us even more!"
Qin Wei couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he had no choice but to agree.
There was nothing he could do; consumed by hatred and desire, Oswald could no longer hear any other voices.
Qin Wei's suspicions were correct, but he hadn't yet grasped the logic in a short time.
If their relationship was already strained, why did Falcone keep Maroni? Could this five million dollars really be the last straw that broke the camel's back?
After getting Falcone's address from Catwoman, the two pried open a muscle car parked on the side of the road.
Oswald climbed into the driver's cab and started fiddling with the shell panels.
He had just promised Gordon he wouldn't break the law, and in the blink of an eye, Gordon had become an accomplice to a car thief. Qin Wei could only turn his head to look out the window and turn a blind eye to what Oswald had done.
But just by looking at it like that, he actually noticed something was wrong.
The two drunkards, who had been lying peacefully on the street corner, suddenly sat up and stared at the two men strangely.
Immediately afterwards, they reached into their pockets.
Qin Wei felt a chill run down his spine.
"Look down! Drive!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a burst of bullets swept over.
The sports car windows danced wildly amidst the kisses of bullets, turning into a shower of shards that filled the interior. With his head covered in glass fragments, Oswald slammed on the gas pedal.
The sports car twisted in an S-shaped arc on the ground, roaring like a runaway bull, before leaping into the darkness.
Maroni's assassin army opened its blood-red maw.
The sports car sped through the streets in the early morning, with flashes of light occasionally appearing on the rooftops of the high-rise buildings along the street. Unexpected sniper shots struck the car body, leaving one dark hole after another on the hood.
The dark rearview mirror was illuminated by the headlights of the following cars. Qin Wei glanced at it and found that more than a dozen motorcycles were rushing towards them.
What kind of commotion is this?! Is it really necessary to send out so many people just to kill two lowly bastards who failed their mission?
Before Qin Wei could even complain, a motorcycle had already pulled up beside him.
A Uzi gun was thrust out of the car window, its muzzle pointed directly at Oswald in the driver's seat.
Seeing this, he kicked the gun away, and the bullet roared as it tore through the windshield, leaving a trail of bullet holes in the glass curtain wall along the street.
The assassin, who had lost his gun, flicked a hidden blade from his wrist and aimed it at Qin Wei's femoral artery. With quick reflexes, Oswald grabbed the assassin's wrist and pulled him off the motorcycle.
Boom!
With a sharp crack, the assassin's helmet slammed into the car. Then came another snap as the sports car ran over his body, bouncing merrily across the road.
"Can you drive?" Oswald picked up the submachine gun the assassin had left behind.
Does Need for Speed count?
"Get ready, grab the steering wheel!"
Qin Wei was stunned. He then realized that the other party might not even know what Need for Speed was. However, it was too late to remind him now. Oswald had already climbed into the back seat, and he had no choice but to take over the responsibility.
With his hands free, Oswald's murderous intent surged, and his submachine gun crackled with fire. Using the back seat of the car as cover, he dispatched half of the motorcycle killers in the blink of an eye.
Forced into this situation, Qin Wei could only try his best to recall the gameplay.
There's a sharp bend ahead.
He shifted gears, braked, and turned the steering wheel, believing his maneuvering was flawless, yet one of the wheels still lifted off the ground uncontrollably.
There are still differences between games and real life.
"What are you doing?! The car is flying!"
"Drift!"
"Why drift!"
"Not all car chase scenes in movies are drifting..."
Before he could finish speaking, the sports car had completely lost control, flipped over the guardrail, and headed straight for the Gotham River.
The assassins parked their motorcycles on the bridge and fired wildly at the bubbles in the river, while the two men clung to the bridge pier, shivering in the cold water.
Although Qin Wei overturned the car, it may not necessarily be a bad thing.
At least the other party has temporarily lost its target.
The assassins withdrew from the bridge, and the two dragged their exhausted bodies ashore, lying on the riverbank covered with weeds, panting heavily.
After resting for a while, Qin Wei confirmed that the check was still intact, and the two walked towards the Falcone nightclub.
……
After handing over all his shady businesses to Maroney, Falcone has transformed into a successful and prominent businessman in Gotham, with only this nightclub remaining.
Some say he's old, has lost his ambition, and is no longer the powerful "Roman Emperor" he once was; others say he's just lying low, waiting for the right moment to do something big that will shock Gotham.
To be frank, who can truly fathom the old fox's real thoughts?
Even Oswald, soaking wet and sitting at the other end of the table facing Falcone, couldn't have guessed it.
But he felt he didn't need to think so much; he just needed to hand over the five million dollars and then blame everything on Maroney.
But before he could speak, Qin Wei spoke first.
"Mr. Maronny asked us to give you this money!"
This wasn't just causing trouble. Qin Wei's sixth sense told him that the old man in front of him, with his gray hair and a napkin tied around his neck, slowly chewing his beef, was dangerous, even more dangerous than Maroni.
Falcone never looked directly at the two men; he merely glanced at them casually, yet it gave him the illusion that he had been stripped naked.
Falcone knows everything; he'd be dead if he lied!
Qin Wei realized the current situation.
However, Oswald did not see through it and was even somewhat dissatisfied with Qin Wei's act of altering the lines.
"That's not true. Maroni stole the money. We tried to report him, but his assassins are after us!"
The moment the lie slipped out, Qin Wei covered his forehead in despair.
Finished!
As expected, Falcone raised one eyelid, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he let out a short, cold snort from his nose.
Oswald was far too foolish, waving his hands in the air in an attempt to make his words more believable with exaggerated gestures.
When Falcone pulled out a revolver, his expression froze instantly, and he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a sound.
I don't care whose words are true; let God handle the trouble.
After loading three bullets into the chamber, Falcone pushed the revolver across the long dining table.
"Gentlemen, I only want to hear from living people."