Red Parton poured Joey Patton a glass of whiskey and handed it over.

Old Paton took the glass and said, "Bob Davis has worked for me for twenty years, and now because of you, he's dead." ”

"I didn't tell him to shoot at the police. Red Parton said indignantly as he walked towards the wine cabinet.

"It's not your average cop, that's Terry Mulden. Old Parton looked at the whiskey in his hand and said in a deep voice, "A man I don't want to be hostile to." I need Mr. Mulden as a friend, it's all a mess that Rasti has made. ”

Terry Mulden may be unknown throughout Gotham City, but no one in the entire Lower Forest District dares to ignore his presence. The real big man is never the king, which requires a reliable person to pass on the news in the middle, and in this lower forest area, only Terry Mulden has this qualification, and he is also capable of ensuring that he does not divulge any secrets.

It is precisely because he knows too many secrets that people are also Irish, and it is difficult for people to attack him.

Old Mulden took a sip of whiskey and scolded fiercely: "Rasti, this bastard, every day he blocks me. ”

Red Parton was a little unaccustomed to hearing old Paton's words, and he said with a dissatisfied face: "He just did what he had to do." ”

"Really, really?" Old Paton's eyes sharpened, and he put the wine glass in his hand on the table beside him, and said in a deep voice, "Then please give me a good explanation, I racked my brains to understand his behavior, but I still couldn't understand it at all." ”

"That's right. Red Parton stared straight at his brother, and his momentum was unrelenting: "You just handed over Mr. Eubannon's business to Smidy, so no one would suspect that we killed him, right? Because everyone will naturally feel that these two cases are related. Except for Monsieur Eubannon's group, that's why they had to be disposed of. ”

"Oh, hahahaha...... Oh my God!" Listening to his brother's explanation, Old Parton couldn't help laughing, looked at his brother, and said with some amusement: "Is this the truth in your mind? Oh my God!"

Red Parton stood blankly in place, why was this kind of truth that he had worked so hard to come up with, but in the eyes of old Paton, it was so unbearable.

"Smithy is timid, he is grateful for the job, and his attendants are happy to work for him, and then make money for all of us," Parton said in a deep voice. You repeat, why the hell did you kill Smidy. ”

"Because I told you before, I know that the Smiths will always be loyal to Eubannon, not to us. Red Parton's expression was a little agitated, and that was basically what he really thought.

It was precisely because he killed Obanon that he was worried that the gang that originally belonged to Obannon's men would always come back to seek revenge on them. Under suspicion, he naturally refused to let go of the group of people who were loyal to Eubanon before, especially Smitty, who originally belonged to his right-hand man.

Red laughed at the thought of Patton, who shook his head and said, "Oh my God, loyal to Opbnon. Upamon is dead! Upamon is dead, still killed by Rasti! It's all,, and bloodshed, too much blood, and it's all splattered on me. ”

"Sometimes it's just that way, Joey!" Red Parton didn't give up a point, because he thought he was right. Looking at his brother, Red Parton continued: "Remember what my dad used to say, 'If you dare to mess with the Patton family, you will be stopped forever'. ”

"Daddy, Daddy!" said Old Patton, gritting his teeth and full of disdain, "Daddy has been dead for a long time, and he has finally gotten rid of him, and finally got rid of those crazy and savage days of those years!

After taking two deep breaths, Old Parton finally calmed down, and said in a deep voice to his younger brother: "Now you have to listen to me, you have to hear clearly, I am the one who gives orders today, I am the only one who gives orders, understand?"

The conversation just now made old Patton clearly see what his brother and son were thinking.

"Please, Joey, we're not as young as we used to be, you especially!"

"What do you mean by that?" said Old Patton, his eyes narrowed, his face already gloomy.

"You've been in power for too long, maybe you need to read the words on the wall. Red Parton directly tore the veil of falsehood between the two, he looked straight at his brother, and launched a provocation nakedly.

The words on the wall were written by the ancestors of the Paton family, and anyone who read them would be tantamount to openly challenging the throne.

"The words on the wall?" said Old Parton with squinted eyes at his brother, and said with a grim face, "Why don't you read it to me, read it, read it on the wall, I want to hear it." ”

As soon as Old Paton finished speaking, the butler, who had been guarding the doorway, immediately took two steps forward, his eyes fixed on Red Paton's neck.

The butler was a monk who had been expelled from the church for breaking certain laws, but now he still obeyed some of the dogmas of the church, lived a simple life, ate modestly, exercised regularly, and his body was no worse than that of a young man.

Something like this today has not happened once or twice in the Parton family, especially in the hands of old Paton, and all of them have been disposed of by the housekeeper.

So as soon as he saw the butler move, Red Parton's heart immediately jumped, and he looked at his brother with a panicked face.

"I knew you didn't have the guts. All of Red's reactions were expected by old Paton, and he said coldly, "Now you have to listen to me, there is only one person here who can give orders, and that is me, do you understand? ”

Looking at Joey Parton with a fierce face, Red Parton still shirked it, he glanced at his brother with some resentment, and turned away directly.

Joey Parton watched his brother's figure leave, never shifting, and his fierce gaze became more and more cold.

At this time, on a suburban farm far from Gotham City, Kane was excitedly holding a gun to a row of glass bottles in the distance, and then shooting one shot at the other. After a shuttle, Kane turned his head to look at Hopkins behind him, and shouted loudly: "Hopkins, come here, you need more practice than I do." ”

"Richie, I don't need it, I don't need it, you practice yours. Hopkins stood in the distance and waved his hand, his voice faint by the time it came.

"Okay, whatever you want!" Kane ignored Hopkins and shot himself at the glass bottle in the distance.

Hopkins stood at the front of the room, next to his girlfriend sitting in a chaise longue.

At this time, his girlfriend was saying with some dissatisfaction: "Why did you bring him, our two-person world would have been very warm." ”

"Because he has a car!" Hopkins prevaricated with a random reason, after all, he couldn't tell the real reason.

(End of chapter)