EBE Chapter 83 The Penguin's Ambition
Chapter 83 The Penguin's Ambition
"I'll ask you one last time, where is Alberto?"
Sofia's voice was ruthless as she pushed the branding iron forward, bringing it just centimeters from Copport's cheek.
His skin was burning painfully, and there was a faint smell of burning hair.
Copeton clenched his teeth, making a grinding sound.
His lips were pressed into a straight line, and his face was flushed red with pain.
He stared into Sophia's eyes and said, slowly and deliberately, "He must have gone out to play. He'll probably be back tomorrow."
Miss Sofia, I am not your nanny and have no obligation to look after your children.
"You bastard!"
Sofia's eyes turned cold instantly, and she shoved the soldering iron forward, the scalding hot iron almost touching Copport's cheek.
"Alberto isn't a three-year-old! How dare you lie to me?"
Seeing the red-hot branding iron so close to his face, Copport's body trembled violently.
His cheeks burned with excruciating pain, but he endured it stubbornly without uttering a single cry.
He simply closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and let the sweat drip down and soak his collar, acting like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.
This sight caused Sofia's expression to change abruptly, and she was about to slam the branding iron in her hand onto Copport's face.
Just then, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out outside the factory, instantly shattering the silence.
The sudden gunshot made Sofia stop what she was doing, throw down the soldering iron, and look out of the factory.
The burly men she brought also pulled out pistols and exchanged fire with the guys who rushed over from outside the factory.
Upon hearing the gunshots outside the factory, Cope knew that He Mang had arrived with his men.
Cobblestone glanced at the driver following behind the group of people, his eyes turning icy.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him, Cobbot used the razor blade hidden on his body to cut the rope and quietly escaped.
He rushed out of the factory, jumped onto his car, and his obese body displayed extraordinary agility.
He closed the car door behind him and turned the key.
The engine roared to life, and Cobo floored the accelerator.
The car sped along the desolate highway like a black lightning bolt, its wheels crunching over gravel and kicking up a cloud of dust.
Looking in the rearview mirror, Cobbot saw that the area around the steel mill was still chaotic, with faint shouts of battle coming from within.
As he moved further away from the factory, Cobert's mind gradually calmed down. What had happened today was far too dangerous.
As the car drove away from the suburbs and gradually approached the city, Gotham resembled a sleeping giant, with its towering skyscrapers appearing one by one in the distance.
Despite poor visibility at night, Cobo did not slow down.
He simply raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and stared sharply at the road ahead.
This game has only just begun; he cannot afford to lose.
Sofia's ambush did not break him; instead, it strengthened his resolve to run for mayor.
This also strengthened his resolve to destroy the Falcone family.
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A day later, Copper drove himself to the Maroney family’s secret hideout.
The scenery outside the car window rushed past, and the leaden sky hung low.
The bare tree trunks, like menacing claws, ripped through the gloomy sky, mirroring the turbulent situation in Gotham at that moment.
The secret hideout is located deep in an abandoned industrial area; it is a two-story warehouse.
The exterior walls were covered in rust, and the doors and windows were reinforced with steel plates, leaving only a narrow entrance.
The car stopped at the warehouse entrance, and two burly men carrying heavy firearms immediately stepped forward.
After confirming that the visitor was Cobert, he opened the steel door, revealing the dimly lit space inside.
Cobo pushed open the car door, staggering slightly due to extreme tension.
One of the burly men reached out to help him up, but he waved his hand and refused.
"Thank you, I can walk by myself."
After declining the guard's offer, Cobb straightened his back and walked into the warehouse step by step.
The warehouse was filled with wooden crates, and the air was thick with the smell of gasoline and gunpowder.
A dozen or so Maroni family henchmen were scattered around, some cleaning guns, others organizing ammunition.
When they saw Cobblestone enter, they all stopped what they were doing, their eyes filled with scrutiny and wariness.
He Mang sat on a metal box in the center of the warehouse, fiddling with a pistol in his hand.
The gun gleamed with a golden light; it was clearly the gold-plated revolver that Maroni had customized.
Upon seeing Cope, He Mang slowly stood up, a smile playing on his lips.
"Mr. Cobblestone, it's an honor to see you again."
He Mang's voice was low and hoarse, his gaze fixed on Copeport's bleeding arm, showing no concern whatsoever, but rather filled with schadenfreude.
In fact, if it weren't for the intention of using Cobo to lure out some important figures in Gotham, He Mang would have killed this guy long ago to gain prestige.
Kobot didn't respond to He Mang's words, but instead walked to the wooden box next to him and sat down.
He took out a lighter from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and his fingertips trembled slightly.
It wasn't out of fear, but rather the intense pain from his wounds and the burning desire for revenge that intertwined within him, making it impossible for him to calm down.
"You've seen Sofia's methods."
He took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke billowing from his nostrils, blurring the view between him and He Mang.
"Even if we fight one-on-one, we can't beat her."
He Mang walked up to him, bent down, and stared into his eyes, his tone tentative: "How do you want to cooperate?"
"The Falcone family has a shipment of goods worth millions that will be shipped from the port in three days. It consists entirely of weapons and drugs."
Coppert's voice was steady, a cigarette between his fingers, as he pointed towards the outside of the warehouse.
"I know the route, timing, and manpower allocation for the goods."
By intercepting this shipment, we can both weaken Sofia's strength and replenish your inventory.
He paused, then looked sharply at He Mang. "To show my sincerity, I will not take a single penny from this deal."
Furthermore, I will spread the word that the Falcone family's fortune should rightfully be inherited by me, but Sofia, fearing my abilities, wants to kill me to silence me.
He Mang remained silent for a moment, weighed the gold-plated revolver in his hand, and finally nodded slowly.
He tucked the pistol back into his waistband and looked Cobb into the eyes: "I'll take the job, but we'll split the profits. However, I have one condition."
Meeting Copeport's questioning gaze, He Mang spoke softly, "If we catch that woman Sophia, I'll definitely send her to meet God."
It should be noted that He Mang had no interest in Gotham's money.
To him, these things were nothing more than some nicely printed green paper.
He Mang's biggest goal was to personally eliminate as many influential figures as possible.
All external forces are illusory; only one's own strength is real.
Copeland stared at He Mang for a few seconds, as if he couldn't understand why he would make such a request.
However, thinking that this matter was not a big deal for him, he did not think much about it and directly reached out his hand to He Mang.
"Mr. He Mang, then I wish us a pleasant cooperation!"
Over the next three days, Copeport and He Mang went their separate ways.
Using his familiarity with the Falcone family, Copport contacted several former subordinates who were dissatisfied with Sofia and found out every detail of the cargo transport.
He Mang then mobilized his men, prepared firearms and ammunition, and set up an ambush at the abandoned docks near the port.
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