69novels Chapter 138, Section 35: The Penguins Return
Chapter 138, Section 35: The Penguins Return
Chapter 138, Part 35: The Penguins Return (Third Update)
"Do you remember this walking stick? At 9:32 PM on May 22nd, 42 minutes after the casino massacre concluded, in the study..."
You used it to crack my jawbone.
"After that, it struck me five times on the back, the copper owl beak at the tip of the cane tearing through my flesh, leaving a scar that is still clearly visible today."
Oswald Chesterfield Coppert removed his top hat and handed it to his bodyguard. He then pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket and lightly wiped his owl-shaped cane as he slowly approached Maroney.
"I wasn't originally a vengeful person, but thankfully I had a good teacher. One night he told me: Remember the pain that tore your skin apart, and at some point in the future, return it to the abuser in countless ways, and your soul will be elevated at that moment."
"He's right. When I returned to the Cobblepot family and shot William, Jason, and Robert in the head in front of everyone, I felt that nothing in the world could hurt me anymore."
"By the way, the first two are my half-brothers, and the last one is my uncle. These guys have been secretly misappropriating family assets for the past ten years or so, and I have reason to believe that my father's chronic illness was also caused by their underhanded tactics."
Oswald walked up to Maronny.
Unlike before, he no longer needed to look up at the other person, and anyone who tried to stand up straight and speak to him would suffer the same fate as Maroni.
He swung his cane and broke Maroni's left knee.
The cracking sound of bones breaking was fleeting; in the blink of an eye, Maroni collapsed and rolled in agony in the flooded alley.
"Thank you for the indifference and cruelty you've shown me over the years; they've made me grow."
Oswald, holding his cane, poked at Maroni on the ground with a look of disgust, as if he were poking at a dying bug.
The problem is that if we don't deal with this bug, it will keep wriggling in front of us, getting in our way. But if we swat it, we might get splattered with its juices.
Despite Oswald's vengeful words, he actually felt immense satisfaction at seeing Maroni's wretched state. If he could, he would love to find a magnificent dog cage, put the dog inside, and admire it day and night in his yard.
If we have to give him a name, let's stick with the old way of addressing him and call him "Boss".
Of course, this is just something to think about; there's definitely someone who wouldn't agree.
To prevent his cane from slipping, Oswald took off his gloves and imitated Maroni's usual posture—raising his cane like hitting a golf ball.
After a whooshing sound, the sharp beak at the tip of the cane sliced through Maroni's flesh, revealing a bloody spine clearly beneath the torn skin.
With just one blow, Maroni was nearly killed.
"Hahaha, what's the difference between you and me? It won't be long before Falcone takes you down too. You're just a pawn he uses to bring me down!!!"
Maroni said so.
Upon hearing this, Oswald wiped the blood from his face with a smile.
Before he could even utter a rebuttal, two tall, muscular men in black emerged from the shadows behind him.
"Falcone, who does he think he is?"
"He is not qualified to be the new head of the Copport family."
The two of them took turns reciting Oswald's original lines.
Maroni's expression changed several times, eventually leaving everyone with a face filled with horror.
"Tucker Cobblestone—that guy let you inherit his fortune.—I get it, I understand!!"
"They painstakingly infiltrated the Cobblepot family, corrupting all possible candidates for the head of the family, but they overlooked you! You were the pawn that Tucker planted. From the moment you were expelled from the family, the pointer of fate had already begun to turn!"
"I regret it so much. I should have killed you back then—but it doesn't matter anymore. It has nothing to do with me anymore."
Under Oswald's solemn gaze, the former king of Gotham's underworld leaned against the wall, supporting his broken body as he slowly stood up. The flesh on his back began to tear due to his excessive movement, and blood surged from the wounds like a tidal wave.
Blood loss made his newly regained consciousness become confused again. In his daze, he seemed to see a little boy standing at the end of a dark alley, his eyes filled with tears of hatred.
He grabbed the corrupt cop's head and slammed it against the wall. With a muffled thud, another corpse lay on the ground.
Qin Wei, his knuckles cracking, slowly approached Karl.
"Who ordered you to do this? And where is Harvey?"
"Joseph is Joseph Bowles, he sent us—as for Harvey, I've never seen him—I don't know where he is!"
Officer Carls huddled in a corner of the alley, having run out of bullets, he could only grab whatever was at his feet and throw it at Qin Wei: empty bottles, pebbles, dead rats.
Even police hats.
The police cap fluttered lightly and hit him, landing on the ground where Qin Wei stepped on it and stomped it into the puddle.
"Joseph Bowles, executive director of the Gotham City Jewish Trust, a foundation with deep ties to the Elliott family." Based on the clues provided by Karl, Mr. Hacker immediately retrieved the information.
"Furthermore, according to the surveillance footage, Harvey never came out after entering the alley, and it is very likely that he got lost after being separated from the person."
It seems Karl wasn't lying, and perhaps we can pry more clues out of this cowardly corrupt cop.
"Tell me!!! What is Joseph's plan? Are there any other reinforcements besides you?!"
Grabbing Officer Carls by the collar with both hands, Qin Wei slammed him against the wall. Beneath the shattered mask, his bloodshot eyes were filled with savagery and madness.
"And then there's George and Chatto, or perhaps 'Captain Boomerang' and 'Flame Man' would be more accurate. Honestly, this has absolutely nothing to do with me!! It was Joseph who pulled some strings to get them released from Blackgate Prison!!"
"But as soon as George got out of prison, he went out to have fun with women, and Miller disappeared without a trace!!"
During the interrogation, Qin Wei smelled a strong stench of urine. Damn Kars had actually wet his pants in fear, which made Qin Wei eager to end the conversation.
"One last question: tell me everything you know about the Court of Owls!"
"An owl court? What owl court!"
The confusion on Karls's face didn't seem feigned.
Having obtained enough clues, Qin Wei was satisfied and threw Karl down, then stomped on his thigh bone, breaking it.
Amidst his mournful cries, he reported his location to Brock.
He prefers to leave internal police matters to the officers themselves.
But as soon as he hung up the phone, a series of desperate shouts rang out from the alley across the street.
"Harvey?!"
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Qin Wei's mind exploded with a loud bang.