There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

Chapter 21 Two Harveys

Maroni sat on the sofa, a cigar dangling from his lips, while a live broadcast played on the television in front of him.

The man on television had a head of brilliant blond hair, and under the intense scrutiny of the media, he spoke calmly and eloquently.

"...After this bill is enacted, Gotham's crime rate will decrease by 20 percentage points. I will personally oversee its implementation to ensure its smooth execution. No criminals who escape justice will get away with it, whether they are corrupt officials or evil gangs..."

After saying that, the man pointed to the camera.

"I am Harvey Dent, and I will make you pay for your crimes!"

call!

Maroni exhaled a long puff of smoke, placed his hands on the back of the sofa, and spoke to the empty space in front of him.

"Boll, do you think he was just provoking me? Haha! He was actually provoking me through the screen. It seems Harvey Dent is really as annoying as the rumors say. No wonder those guys in New York wanted to send him to Gotham."

"Then let's give him a surprise. How about we use your corpse? We can set up a little trap, and when he opens the door, you can fall down at the right moment and splatter blood all over his face."

"Why aren't you saying anything, Paul? Oh... I almost forgot I gagged you!"

Maroni sneered as he bent down, glanced at Pol who was bound hand and foot at his feet, and pulled the handkerchief out of his mouth.

"Boss, I was wrong, boss!" Paul pleaded, his face covered in bruises. "I didn't work for Falcone willingly. He kidnapped my wife and forced me. I was forced into it."

Maroni didn't say anything, but took off his cigar and dusted off the ash.

"I know, but betrayal is betrayal! I know I hate betrayers the most!"

His tone gradually turned cold and manic. Maroni stretched out two fingers, pried open Paul's eyelids, and burned his eyelids with a cigarette butt amidst the other man's frantic pleas for mercy...

The piercing howl echoed in the room for a long time.

Not long after, Maroni walked out of the study with elegant steps and beckoned to his bodyguard with a flick of his finger. "As I instructed before, take the body inside to Mr. Harvey Dent."

"etc!"

He seemed to suddenly remember something and called out to the bodyguard.

Maroni reached out and straightened himself, then leaned closer to examine the bodyguard's face closely.

"Oh my Jesus! Your face is perfect!"

……

After sitting down and chatting for a while, Qin Wei left the girl's apartment.

Fortunately, the other party genuinely didn't mean anything by it and simply had a cup of coffee. Compared to her previous endless seductive tactics, Selena seems to have let go of her Catwoman persona and begun trying to approach Qin Wei as a friend, which is good news.

Before Qin Wei left, Selena inadvertently mentioned something.

"I almost forgot to ask you, do you know whose plane it was that pulled us out of the sea that day? It looked like a big bat."

Batplane? Turns out I wasn't the only one who saw it!

Qin Wei was going crazy. Every time he tried to convince himself to let go of his obsession with Batman, new clues would pop up, as if Batman was deliberately avoiding him.

Forget it, no more!

Now that we're on this pirate ship, we should say goodbye to that thorny path of justice.

Qin Wei's only worry now is that Batman might suddenly appear after he becomes powerful and influential. This is precisely why he pushed Oswald onto the stage; after all, according to the script, Oswald will eventually become the Gotham Tycoon.

If he can maintain a good relationship with Oswald during this period, he can live a peaceful life hiding behind the Penguin in the future.

Qin Wei didn't want things to be like this either, two-faced and full of scheming, but how could he survive in Gotham without being cunning?

Several thugs were beating a beggar on the street. Hearing the beggar's screams, he frowned. However, unlike the time on the tram, he had matured and didn't meddle this time. He glanced at the scene quickly, wrapped his coat tightly around himself, and left.

After experiencing all these things, his heart grew increasingly cold.

As I reached the street corner, my phone rang. I swiped the screen and saw it was Gordon calling.

"Are you free? Someone wants to see you."

"Harvey Dent?"

Qin Wei glanced at the newspaper rack on the street. The front page was about Harvey's appointment, with his photo and name printed on it, along with the headline: "Can the Knight of Light Bring Hope to Gotham?"

"That's right, he wants to start with Maroni and wants to get some information from you."

Qin Wei hesitated. He knew he would have to see Harvey sooner or later, but not now. At this critical juncture, all the city's gangs were watching the new prosecutor, and it wouldn't be wise to meet with such a high-profile figure rashly.

"Why me?"

"Because you're the only one I know, and I think you're the most likely to cooperate with the investigation."

"Then you've mistaken the person."

Qin Wei intended to end the conversation, but his fingers trembled as he pressed the hang-up button.

He hesitated terribly.

He glanced at the comic book in his pocket; it was completely blank. Blank pages signified crucial decision points, which usually only appeared when the plot reached life-or-death moments.

The fact that the comic begins with a blank page means that there is a crucial decision point before the story even starts, and that a wrong decision will lead to death.

His sixth sense told him that this conversation was a turning point, and that it concerned his life.

"See you at the police station in half an hour. Tell Harvey to cover himself up and go out through the back door. Make sure no one recognizes him." After thinking it over, Qin Wei agreed and turned to walk into the men's clothing store by the roadside.

He took off the black suit that symbolized the Romans, crumpled his slicked-back hair with hairspray, and chose a loose gray hooded sweatshirt.

After disguising himself, he seemed like a completely different person.

At the appointed time, Gordon led him through the noisy police station lobby to the conference room.

Harvey Dent had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw Qin Wei, he was the first to reach out to him.

Harvey had large, strong hands, and his skin was somewhat yellowish compared to that of a typical Caucasian. He had a slightly protruding chin and a large nose with a high, straight bridge. In terms of looks alone, Harvey was definitely not handsome, but coupled with his confident smile, his inner and outer aura was no less impressive than Qin Wei's.

After a brief introduction, Harvey suggested, "Let's turn off our electronic devices before we begin our conversation."

Qin Wei didn't answer directly, but instead took out his phone with the battery removed and waved it.

"You are a very cautious person, and I'm sure our cooperation will be very pleasant." Harvey nodded approvingly.

……

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Lower District Senate, Oswald parked his car on the side of the road, looking utterly dejected.

Today is the fifth day of recruitment. Whether it's the casino massacre affecting the reputation of the Romans or Harvey's inaugural speech scaring away the wicked little rascals, he hasn't recruited a single person in the past few days, and has even lost a lot of money on gas.

He talks about beating Maronny and kicking Cameron, but right now he's just a small-time boss who can't even recruit any followers. When will his dream of unifying Gotham ever come true?

Oswald missed Qin Wei a bit. Whenever he was feeling down, it was always good to have a drink and a chat with him. But this guy left early in the morning and it was almost noon now and he still hadn't come back.

He glanced at the passenger seat; the hot dog he'd bought for Qin Wei had already gone cold, and the beer wasn't chilly anymore.

He leaned against the car window, opened a can of beer, and gulped down two mouthfuls.

Suddenly someone knocked on the glass.

"Is this Mr. Oswald?"

The person who arrived was wearing a top hat that covered half of his face and sunglasses, which looked very suspicious, even though it was late at night.

Oswal's face was etched with "warning," his right hand on the door lock, his left hand drawing a dagger from behind his belt, ready to strike at any moment.

But when he saw the face behind the sunglasses, he was so shocked that he couldn't even hold the dagger properly, and his mouth bulged out like an angry pufferfish.

He never expected this person to contact him.

"Harvey Dent!"