American comics: Only I know the plot

Chapter 41 The car is easy to drive

In a ward at Gotham West Charitable Hospital.

Maroni, with both legs in casts, lay in bed listening intently to his subordinates' reports.

The ward was full of underlings, but two of them were particularly noticeable.

One of them had a brightly colored rooster comb, like a fighting rooster just out of its cage, and looked gaudy.

But this flamboyant guy looked completely dejected at the moment.

His beloved Raptor pickup truck was stolen yesterday by a damn cop.

Although he was a gang member, he didn't dare go to the police station to ask for his car back.

Another notable figure was the underling who was talking to Maroni.

This was a tall, strong man, as big as an iron tower, none other than A Mang.

"Boss, we've got our hands on a batch of potions," Ah Mang said. "These potions have a strong fear-inducing effect; we can use them in many places..."

"Oh?" Maroni raised his head and looked at Amang in front of him with great interest.

Ah Mang was not particularly outstanding among his men; he was only valued because of his strength and physique.

However, some time ago, this guy suddenly gave himself a new nickname, "Raging Bull".

After that, it was as if he suddenly had a breakthrough; he did the tasks assigned to him exceptionally well.

Therefore, when Ah Mang came over today saying he had something important to discuss, Maroni took it seriously despite being frightened yesterday.

"Introduce this new gadget, then share your thoughts, and remember to call me Mr. Maroney."

"Uh...yes, Mr. Maroney."

Ah Mang immediately changed his form of address and then took a blue potion from the hand of his underling behind him.

"We've already tested it; the drug is called 'Fear'."

Using this will plunge someone into a state of deep fear. We can use this fear to make the other person act according to our wishes.

Amang's introduction piqued Maroni's interest, and he took the potion from the other man and examined it carefully.

This is a deep blue potion with tiny, shimmering stars within it, giving it a mysterious aura.

"In that case, the person who developed this drug can solve everything on their own and doesn't need to cooperate with us at all."

Having dominated Gotham's underworld for so many years, Maroney immediately noticed the contradiction.

If this drug were really as good as they say, the developers wouldn't have needed to hire gangsters like them.

"Mr. Maronny, the situation is this: due to limitations in research funding and related experiments..."

At present, "fear" can only be considered a half-finished product, and it does not last long.

The researchers hope we can provide funding and test subjects to help them further refine their experimental results.

Of course, he can offer us some assistance in this process, however much he can.

After Ah Mang explained, Maroni instantly understood what the other person was thinking.

"We can provide all of these, but what can the other party offer us?"

At this point, Maroni glared at Ah Mang, "And besides, doesn't the other person have a name? Or do you have some inappropriate thoughts?"

"Mr. Maroney, I absolutely did not have such intentions," Amang said, lowering his head with a look of panic on his face. "The other person's name is Jonathan Klein, and he is a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum."

He can use drugs to issue certificates for our people and help them avoid legal sanctions.

This potion can also be used in battles with other gangs, giving us enough leverage to gain the upper hand.

Maroni was very satisfied with Amang's attitude; this kid could still distinguish between the big and small kings. However, he did not notice that Amang was clenching his fists tightly.

Maroni felt that the reward Klein could offer was already sufficient, and the subsequent research results were an even greater surprise.

Money is no object for Marloni, and as for test subjects? Gotham has plenty.

Having nodded in agreement, Maroni signaled to Amang that he could leave.

...

As Li Weigang approached the door of Maroni's ward, he saw several people come out, led by a tall, imposing black man who looked like an iron tower.

His face was ashen, and he seemed quite unhappy.

As he passed by the other person, he noticed that there was another student in the other person's group.

When he looked at the other person, their eyes met.

For some reason, Li Wei always felt a sense of déjà vu about this student's eyes.

After thinking for a moment and finding no clue, Li Wei shook his head and knocked on Maroni's door.

Soon the door opened, revealing a head with a rooster-like comb.

"The person you're looking for isn't here, get out of here..."

Before he could even utter the word "get lost," the man with the rooster-like haircut widened his eyes and glared fiercely at Li Wei when he saw him standing outside the door.

However, thinking about what happened last night, he dared not do anything out of line.

Just as he was struggling with what to do, he suddenly saw a familiar car key appear in front of him.

From last night until now, he has imagined countless scenarios of what it would feel like to reunite with this key.

For a man, what Li Wei took away from him last night was not just a car.

To him, she was his lover, his legs, and even half his life.

The moment the Raptor engine roared to life last night, he felt as if a heavy hat had been placed on his head, robbing him of all light for the rest of his life.

Seeing the car keys made him feel like life suddenly became bright again.

"First...sir, please come in..."

Because of the stark contrast between his previous appearance and his current state, the man with the rooster-like hairstyle even stuttered a little when he spoke.

"The car is downstairs," Li Wei patted the man with the mohawk on the shoulder. "It's a good car, you can rest assured, I've taken good care of it."

Li Wei entered the ward as he spoke, ignoring the dazed-looking man with the rooster-like head.

"Oh, I thought it was someone else, but it's Mr. Li Wei, the newly appointed consultant of the police station."

Maroni leaned against the bed, scrutinizing Li Wei as he entered the ward.

Last night was the first time he met Levi, and to be honest, Maroni didn't have a good impression of Levi.

Therefore, as soon as he entered the hospital, he contacted his informant in the police and obtained all of Li Wei's information.

Visiting scholar at Gotham University, newly appointed advisor to the Gotham City Police Department—these titles seemed utterly ridiculous to him.

As for the so-called "prophet," he thought it was pure nonsense.

Maroney prefers to believe that Batman is Bruce Wayne, Gotham's famous playboy.

I also don't believe that a psychopath like the Joker could talk to the police.

Looking at Maroni, who was arrogant and domineering, completely different from last night, Levi knew that this guy had probably investigated his background.

It seems that a purge is necessary within the Gotham City Police Department.

"Mr. Maroney, I have something I'd like to discuss with you," Levi said. "Some rather private matters, which I'd like to discuss with you privately."

As Li Wei spoke, he looked around the ward. The ward was spacious, and there were several of Maroni's underlings inside.

Their waists were bulging, so they must all be carrying weapons. It seems Maroni was quite frightened yesterday.

"Dear Prophet, I think you've made a mistake."

Maroni exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at Levi provocatively, "As you can see, I'm a gangster, and I don't think I have anything to talk about with the cops."

After Maroni finished speaking, his underlings all stood up from their chairs and glared fiercely at Levi.