Yesterday was undoubtedly an unforgettable day in the Penguin’s life.
In the morning, he was high-spirited.
His head was filled with sweet dreams of his boss being killed and himself rising to power.
At noon, he was terrified.
Was this detective named Gordon a pig-head?
Running over here alone to arrest Fish?
‘It’s over, Fish is looking at me…’
In the evening, he was beaten and scolded.
And now, it was already the second day.
The Penguin had long given up any hope of survival.
Rat-tat-tat-tat.
Hearing the gunfire outside, Oswald couldn’t stop his body from trembling.
Penguin sat on the ground with his back against a concrete block, the fear of death forcing his head down low.
“Cobblepot, right?”
Hearing someone asking a question, the Penguin didn’t even look up to see who it was; he merely nodded in dejection.
“Fish said she would torture you thoroughly before finishing you off.
You know that, right?”
The Penguin buried his head even lower.
“But someone pleaded on your behalf, asking me to spare your life.”
The Penguin suddenly raised his head, only to realize that the person standing before him was the overlord of Gotham, Falcone.
“D-Don Falcone.”
After all, he was destined to become a major boss in the future.
With a turning point appearing at such a crucial moment, the Penguin quickly forced himself to calm down and look for a way out.
“He said you possess extraordinary talent and hopes you will not disappoint us,” Falcone said.
A figure suddenly surfaced in Oswald’s mind.
In his memory, only that strange man had ever said something similar to him.
But before he could answer, his vision suddenly went black; someone had thrown a cloth sack over his entire body.
The Penguin instinctively struggled a couple of times, but then he remembered Falcone’s words and knew they definitely weren’t here to kill him.
So he stopped moving, letting himself be stuffed into the trunk of a car inside the sack, remaining silent regardless of where he was being taken.
He had been at a dead end, but now things had taken an unexpected turn.
No matter what his savior wanted him to do, he would not refuse.
Vroom…
After a long, bumpy ride in the trunk, the car finally stopped when the Penguin heard the deep blast of a ship’s horn.
The Penguin instantly guessed where he was.
The pier.
He then felt himself being lifted out.
Someone patted him twice, leaned in, and whispered:
“The mouth of the sack is untied.”
“Mr.
Rex is waiting for you on the other shore.” You are reading on g.com, the official source.
It really was Rex who saved him.
The Penguin had no idea how a boxer who was also being hunted could make Falcone do a favor and let him go.
Instantly, Rex became an unfathomable and mysterious figure in the Penguin’s heart.
And then, Oswald, along with the sack, was thrown into the water.
He thrashed a few times to get out of the bag, and then, without daring to delay for a moment, he swam vigorously toward the opposite shore.
The Penguin knew he had only temporarily escaped danger.
Rex saved him definitely because he was useful.
He had taken Falcone’s words to heart.
Do not disappoint them.
The consequences of offending Falcone would be much worse than offending Fish.
The distance from the pier to the opposite shore was not close, and the Penguin’s body was extremely frail.
It wasn’t long before his arms went soft and his whole body felt freezing cold.
But the Penguin’s perseverance surpassed that of ordinary people.
Even though he was in extreme discomfort, he held on.
He knew this was an excellent opportunity.
Regardless of who Rex really was, since he showed such high regard for him, wasn’t this the exact chance to turn his life around that he had been dreaming of?
Meanwhile, on the opposite shore, Rex watched the splashing Penguin getting closer.
The idea of throwing the Penguin into the water was his suggestion to Falcone.
In the original plot, this was exactly where the Penguin faked his death and swam to the opposite shore to escape.
It wasn’t that Rex insisted on conforming to the original plot’s development.
To have the Penguin work for him, he had to control the Penguin.
Therefore, he had to plunge the Penguin into a life-or-death crisis, give him a sliver of hope, and then ravage his body, utterly shattering his physical and mental defenses.
Then, Rex would swoop in as a savior to rescue the Penguin from the abyss.
With that, he wouldn’t have to worry about the Penguin not working his heart out for him.
“Hey, I suggest you find another spot to fish.”
There was an old man fishing by the shore.
Rex called out to him a couple of times, telling him to leave.
This was actually to save the man’s life.
In the original plot, the Penguin was starving and freezing when he came ashore, and he killed this fisherman just for a sandwich.
“I just cast my bait…” the fisherman grumbled, but then he saw Rex pull out a black handgun and promptly shut his mouth.
Without another word, the fisherman quickly packed his things and slipped away.
Rex then put away the pistol he had received from Falcone and nodded in satisfaction.
“That’s more like it.”
After an unknown amount of time, the Penguin, who had been mechanically repeating his swimming strokes, finally saw land.
He desperately tried to speed up, but he was already exhausted.
Just then, the Penguin suddenly heard a greeting:
“Hello there, Oswald.”
The Penguin looked towards the voice.
Rex was smiling and extending a hand to him.
His voice was warm and gentle, sounding like heavenly music to the Penguin’s ears.
He hurriedly grabbed Rex’s arm.
With a strong pull, Rex hauled the Penguin ashore.
Mr.
Rex…
Ah…”
His teeth were chattering non-stop, and his speech was somewhat incoherent.
The Penguin walked with a limp.
One of his legs had already been broken by Fish.
From now on, he could only walk like this; at first glance, he really did look like a penguin.
Rex raised his hand, gesturing for him to stop talking for now.
He picked up the hot tea and pastries he had placed on the shore and put them into the Penguin’s hands.
“Oswald, warm yourself up first.”
“Thank you, sir.”
The Penguin hurriedly began to wolf down the food.
He hadn’t eaten a single bite since noon yesterday, and having just swum for so long, he was already freezing and starving.
Once the Penguin had recovered a bit, Rex brought out the clean clothes he had prepared in advance and had the Penguin change into them.
Such meticulous care left the Penguin deeply moved and stunned.
“Mr.
Rex, thank you so much.”
After changing his clothes, the little Penguin immediately expressed his gratitude.
“I told you before, I admire you, Oswald.”
Rex’s response made the Penguin a bit ashamed.
After all, he had snitched and betrayed his old boss.
It would have been fine if he succeeded, but the crucial point was that he had failed.
“Ambition is also a kind of talent.
Only with ambition can we be driven forward.”
“It’s just that, Oswald, you were too hasty this time.”
To the Penguin’s surprise, Rex didn’t mind his betrayal at all.
Instead, he was lecturing him on not doing a good enough job.
“When Detective Gordon went to confront Fish, I had a feeling you would be in trouble, so I asked Don Falcone to save you.”
“But if he just let you go directly, it would be hard to explain to Fish.”
“Therefore, Don Falcone’s public story is that Detective Gordon killed you to save his own life.”
Rex briefly explained the reason why he was here.
“You should be able to guess the reason why I saved you.”
The Penguin answered resolutely, “Yes, sir.
No matter what you ask me to do, I will definitely get it done.”
“I am not like Fish.
I have a stage large enough to accommodate your ambition; it only depends on whether you are capable enough.”
“What do you need me to do, Mr.
Rex?” The Penguin’s face was filled with determination.
“I want you to change your name and go undercover for Maroni…”