In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 106: Fool Village with Day Lights and Night Fire

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

After the winter in Gotham City passed, the temperature began to warm up. This is a rare season in Gotham that does not rain much. Fog, but the weather is much better than in winter.

Mayor Roy's first reform measure after taking office was naturally to manage Gotham's traffic.

Of course, this is not because the previous mayor died in a car accident, but because with the cooperation with other coastal cities, Gotham City has ushered in a new round of development, and various warehouses and supporting facilities have sprung up. Since then, a large number of cargo ships have been moored at the port, waiting in line to deliver the goods.

However, Gotham's traffic situation can only be described in one sentence - if there are any traffic rules in it, it is not impossible to have no traffic rules at all.

This has led to a very troublesome situation. The capacity of the cargo ship is sufficient. Although the warehouse under construction is still somewhat imperfect, it can actually accommodate those goods, but the problem lies in the From the wharf to the warehouse.

The warehouses belong to different gangster families, everyone has to deliver goods, and they basically deliver goods 24 hours a day, but there are no traffic rules in Gotham, and no one says who should go first. Tan's solution, of course, is that whoever has the most guns and the most bullets in the gun will go first.

But there is another problem. Although the driver is also a gang member, he is not a combat member. Injuried.

Originally, there is a shortage of such professionals in Gotham, and everyone will ignore everything when they fight.

It didn't matter if they were in the hospital, the truck they were transporting goods was still on the road, and the people who came after were blocked even more and couldn't move.

Under such a vicious cycle, Gotham's traffic is almost completely paralyzed. Although it is not a problem for most of the goods to wait for a few days, if it continues like this, it is completely burning money, labor costs, warehouse costs, and more. With the maintenance cost of the cargo ship and the liquidated damages for delayed delivery, the leaders of the twelve families lost their hair in a hurry.

Actually, there are some high-achieving college graduates among them, but everyone has lived in this muddy pit of Gotham for so many years, and no one realizes where the most important problems in this city are. The relationship inside, what I think about is how to deal with other gangsters and let them make way for me.

But everyone wanted others to make way for them, so no one gave way, and everyone blocked the road together.

In the final analysis, Gotham is a disorderly and chaotic city. The evil order built by gangsters here is still disordered in nature.

Fortunately, the new mayor, Roy, is a sensible person. He didn't instruct the gangsters on what to do when they were most angry, but let them fight in chaos, and finally blocked the entire central street. Nobody wants to leave.

Until Gotham's most important turntable and the four second-ring intersections were destroyed, the gangsters lost their temper completely. The money was right in front of them, but they just couldn't get it. No one can make the things in the cargo ship grow wings and fly to the warehouse by themselves. There is no one, no cars, and now there are no roads.

In the end, I had no choice but to invite the old godfather out of the mountain. The leaders of the biggest families were silent when they sat at the negotiating table. Those who blocked the road were also from the Falcone family. As in the past, the bosses also knew that they were wronged, and they were basically in a dumb state of bowing their heads and being scolded.

The current problem is already obvious. If the fight continues, the situation will only get worse. At that time, let alone the road, the whole city will almost disappear. Then how can they make money? Waiting to starve to death ?

The situation has developed to the present, and this situation really needs a proper solution to improve traffic.

So, on the second Sunday when the temperature in Gotham warmed up, Mayor Roy Brown held a televised speech on Gotham TV.

Roy on the screen is no longer wearing a windbreaker and felt hat like in Chicago, but like a gangster in Gotham, wearing a suit and tie, with flowers on his chest, sitting in his mayor's office , said calmly:

"Dear Gotham City citizens and friends, I am your new mayor Roy Brown, and I believe everyone should already know me."

"The main purpose of my speech today is to advocate for everyone to obey the traffic rules, and it is also an explanation of the new municipal government that I will implement in Gotham."

"As we all know, in this ancient city with a long history, we have worked hand in hand until today, and now, Gotham City will usher in another revival, and a good opportunity for development lies in everyone's hands in front of you.”

"Therefore, as the mayor, I once again propose a new municipal policy to serve the citizens of Gotham."

"The name of this new policy is the Gotham Civilized City Construction Plan. The main contents of the plan are: From tomorrow, Gotham's 6 major transportation hubs, 17 main roads and 22 secondary arterial roads , will begin to implement the 'Gotham Traffic Civilization Day Action'."

"During the period, there will be professional traffic guides to guide the traffic. Drivers and friends must obey the traffic rules, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

The televised speech ended here, and Bruce turned off the TV, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Facts have proved that Batman's intuition has always been accurate, or the first law of Gotham is: in Gotham, no matter how correct your starting point, how clever your method is, and how perfect your plan is, in the end they They can make you a piece of shit.

The next day, on the central turntable in downtown Gotham, a fancy sports car with spray paint slowly slowed down. The people inside rolled up the windows and poked their heads out, facing a beautiful woman standing on the side of the street. With a whistle, a hippie youth covered in tattoos yelled, ""Hey! That beauty! Look here, look at the runners in Gotham..."

Before he finished speaking, the girl turned around, threw the cigarette **** at her feet, picked up the rifle placed behind the lamppost, and shot the tire of the sports car.

The sound of the "bang" explosion startled the two people in the car. Just as they were about to get angry, the girl came over with a gun. She looked young, no more than 20 years old, and she was in good shape. , the skin is also full of wild dark color.

She lit another cigarette and put it on, then took out a notebook from the pocket of her jeans, rolled her eyelids, looked up and down at the two people in the car, and said, "Racing boy, right? For bipolar disorder, nervous headache and schizophrenia, the recommended treatment period is three months."

While she was talking, she was writing and drawing in the notebook. After she finished writing, she tore up the paper and threw it into the car. The tattooed youth picked up the paper and saw that it read " Arkham Psychiatric Hospital Diagnosis Sheet".

He immediately showed a flattering smile and said: "I'm sorry, miss, I didn't know you were an intern at Arkham Asylum, how about giving us another one of this?"

"By the way, what they said is true, right? We can use this diagnosis alone to prescribe...I mean effective medicine for headaches."

The girl looked him up and down again and said: "Yes, within three days, I will go to the hospital's attending doctor's office for an interview and wait for the ward assignment."

"Can I have another one? I think I'm also a little mentally ill." Another youth shouted.

The girl ignored him, took off the walkie-talkie at her waist and said, "Fourth Avenue! Fourth Avenue! A modified supercar with a flat left front tire and two passengers. They are... you Whose person is it?"

"Eastern District smoker, our boss is a smoker!"

"He's an old smoker from the Eastern District. Hell, why is he a poor ghost from the Eastern District? Don't those rich and oily guys in the Western District drive to the streets?"

Not long after she finished speaking, two people came over on police motorcycles, one of them was wearing a police uniform, saluted perfunctorily, and then said in a very impatient tone: "Speeding, illegal change of direction , Running a red light, a fine of 300."

Looking at the bazooka hanging on their motorcycle, the young man reluctantly paid the fine, and then another person who came with the motorcycle also walked over and said: "Hi, Doyle Towing Company , do you need towing service?"

"Doyle, why are you? You **** bastard! Why are you still wearing a suit? And when did your family have a towing company?"

The young man named Doyle straightened his suit and tie. It can be seen that his suit should have just been bought yesterday, and it doesn't fit very well.

He leaned on the sports car and lit a cigarette and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I am an ancestral business. Our family has been in this business for eight generations. For the sake of acquaintances, I will give you a 30% discount, 150 yuan Help you drag to the nearest avenue, you know, now only I know which avenue is not blocked, you should be rushing to the warehouse on the east to see the factory?"

The young man in the car curled his lips and said, "Well, it seems that your boss really thinks highly of you, and I'll leave this kind of work to you. Help me drag the car over there, and the two of us will go to Aka on foot. I'll prescribe some medicine."

They were chatting, the girl turned her head and saw a black Mercedes-Benz was about to turn around, she picked up the horn on her waist and yelled: "Stop!!! You are violating the traffic rules!!! "

In a few seconds, there was another gunshot, and the police and the people from the towing company did not need to move, and directly negotiated another deal.

Continuing along this street, there are two trainee doctors at each intersection, who are responsible for stopping cars and issuing diagnosis certificates. He quickly arrived at the scene on a motorcycle, signed a fine and signed a towing agreement in one go, and took the car away from the scene in less than ten minutes.

Of course, this is only on ordinary main roads and crossroads far from the central city. On the six major battlefields close to the central city, the fighting is much more intense.

Bruce said to a bodyguard behind him: "Go and stop that red Lamborghini, tell him that he made a wrong turn just now, go back and start again, and come here later to get the diagnosis certificate."

"Also, where did that foul-mouthed man go? Catch him and beat him up, and say that Wayne beat him up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "whoosh", Bruce took two steps back, and not far in front of him, a car exploded directly, and the driver ran out rolling and crawling, facing the middle of the intersection The man holding the bazooka on the high platform yelled: "Are you blind?!! Obviously I was going straight!! He changed lanes! He took my position, why did you bomb my car?!"

Before he finished speaking, the aftermath of the explosion just now seemed to blow up the car that changed lanes, and the hood of that car also made an explosion sound, and then the flames burst into flames.

The driver who changed lanes also ran out of the car, and the two of them were about to fight, but they saw that the man on the high platform had reloaded the rocket and was aiming at this On the other side, the two left cursing, and soon they met a guy who claimed to be a towing company, and the wreckage of the two cars was quickly taken away from the battlefield.

"Listen!! Go to the group of sons of bitches! Are you deaf? We should go at the next green light!! Do you hear me?! We should go!!"

"Haven't you guys seen the TV show?! Look in my hand! What's this?! Gotham Driver's Manual! See it? You've gone two rounds! It's our turn next time!!"

From a row of trucks on the opposite side of the turntable, a tall and thick tattooed man came down, also holding a rifle in his hand, he gave the **** to the yelling man, and said, "Your brain is full of stuff." Is it shit?! If you want to go, go the road to the east first! Then we, you have to wait a while!"

Bruce listened to them swearing at each other there, he thought hard for a while, and found that his genius brain could not find any evidence of the so-called traffic rules that these two people justly said.

He asked a bodyguard behind him and said, "Gotham driver's manual? Do you still have this thing? Go get me a copy."

The bodyguard said: "Yes, there is, but it was printed just yesterday, and it is still a handwritten copy. When our mayor wrote this manual, he seemed a little drunk..."

But as he said that, he still went to find a car, and then got a book. Bruce opened it and saw that the bodyguard was right. A catty of vodka can't be written without a sip. Come out with such an outrageous driver's manual.

It was written in Roy's extremely scribbled font. The mayor also came from a grassroots background and never went to college. Many words were spelled wrong, not to mention the confusing grammar. With one stroke, some rows are squeezed together, and some rows are far apart.

Bruce turned off his brain, and tried his best to read the driver's manual from the perspective of these mentally retarded people. He found that although the handwriting was scribbled, the content was confusing, and there were more swear words than the text, the words were very reasonable.

The central idea of ​​the entire driver's manual is just one sentence: we don't have any traffic rules in this rotten place, and any person you can see holding the steering wheel here doesn't have a legal driver's license. If you want to drive here, There's only one thing you need to know, and that's grab the steering wheel, hit the gas pedal, and pray to God.

After a while, Bruce's cell phone rang, and he picked it up and said, "Hello? Oh, professor... yes, the internship went well. I'm at this intersection east of the central roundabout. The road conditions here are still Not bad, the west side is more chaotic because there are too many sports cars..."

"Yes, I also think this practice method is very good. I heard from them that they memorized at least dozens of proper nouns for mental illness. ..."

"Evans? No...no, he's not directing traffic, he has more important things to do."

Bruce raised his head while talking, and he saw not far away, a man in a black suit who looked like the leader of the Twelve Families was nodding and bowing to Evans, and moved the car away from the road in a few moments , The traffic that was a bit congested just now became smoother.

Although Bruce said so, in fact, this so-called Gotham Traffic Civilization Day is basically a mess like a mess.

Roy built a small watchtower in the middle of the intersection of each major transportation hub. The traffic guides on it basically had machine guns on their backs and bazookas in their hands.

Under this kind of deterrence, the vast majority of cars are still willing to obey the traffic rules, but the problem is that there is no unified traffic rule in Gotham, and the people here have never learned the rules of traffic avoidance, so Roy Then a person who has normally driven in other cities was added to the watchtower to guide.

But in the United States, the traffic rules of almost every state are different, and the content of the driver's handbook is also different, which leads to the different traffic rules used at each intersection.

Although this situation is much better than the original situation where I couldn't walk at all, it still can't meet the needs of logistics operations.

In the teacher's office at Gotham University, Anna, a professor of high mathematics, held her forehead and said helplessly, "The error in the calculation of transport capacity is really too big. Do you have any clues? Victor..."

Victor looked even worse, two big dark circles almost covered half of his face, if you didn't listen to him, just look at his current state, you would think that Freeze has awakened.

He said: "Don't forget, we also have to consider the length of freshness preservation. The freighters at the second dock are all goods that need to be put into storage urgently. They must have an urgent passage, otherwise the goods may be damaged. The first There are also fragile items on the third wharf, which cannot be driven too fast, and when these cars join the central turntable, it will affect the overall speed..."

At this time, the door was pushed open with a "bang", and Roy rushed in with a gun in his hand and said, "How is the logistics system set up? There are more than a dozen big bosses waiting there." My news is that their goods are all backlogged at the pier, and I can't stand it anymore!"

"We are calculating manually now, have you ever seen artificial speed?"

"They can add more money, any amount is fine! 100,000? 200,000? As long as you can come up with the results as soon as possible, business waits for no one! Friends!"

Victor put down the documents in his hand and said: "Last night I called a few of my old classmates. They are all professors of mathematics, physics and biology. You have to make a price that satisfies them. They You know, this city has a bad reputation..."

"Give me their phone numbers, I'm sure you'll be satisfied!"

On the other side, as Roy said, most of the leaders of the Twelve Families gathered in a conference room, anxiously waiting for the results of the process. He held a phone in his hand and said:

"The goods in Warehouse 3 are damaged? Why? Aren't they frozen well?"

"The temperature detection device didn't work as usual? Then why didn't anyone check it?...Can't read the gauge? Damn it! You illiterates! That's my product worth tens of thousands of dollars!!!"

"The quality of the cryogenic chamber is not good either? So what should we do? We kidnapped... No, what about the expert hired with a high salary? Tell him that the salary promised to him was doubled! Tell him to find a way! Forget it , you let him answer the phone!"

"Who? Professor Frith? Who is that again? Gotham University? No... I can't get in that place. That's the place of the godfather, the contract system? Is he very powerful?"

"...What? A big living person? His wife? No...it's not important!"

"You mean, he froze a big living person in the freezer, but he can still keep her alive?!"

"Ha... oh no... no... I mean, it's such a shame, such a sad love story, God bless the poor lady, I'd like to donate to it, tomorrow I will invite him, you know, I am also a person who believes in love..."

At this time, Schiller was sitting in the office of the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. There was a long line in front of him, and Schiller shouted without raising his head: "Next!"

A black man with a swollen face walked up, and the medical certificate was held in his hand, which was not as big as one of his fingers. He carefully held the medical certificate and handed it to Schiller. Le took a glance and said: "Congenital polio?? Which guy who doesn't listen to class wrote this?? Didn't I say to go to the textbook to find the nouns?"

He glanced at the black man and said, "Ward 3, 2nd floor." Then he picked up a pen and quickly scratched twice on the medical certificate, signed it, wrote another prescription, and handed it to the man. Continue to shout: "Next!"

At this time, Brand in a white coat rushed in and said: "We can't take any more patients! We really can't take any more patients! We don't have any wards anymore!"

"Let them squeeze, there are more than 100 people here."

"But no matter how crowded it is, it is impossible for a ward to accommodate 30 people!"

Schiller looked up and thought for a while and said, "Let them go to prison on bail, there is always room in Gotham Prison, right?"

Brand was dumbfounded, he said: "On parole... what?"

"But most of them were originally released on medical parole!"

"Then set up a medical station in the prison, let... let Bruce pass by, the intern is also a doctor, he has experience, let him apply the model here, if there is no place in the hospital, go to the prison, if there is no place in the prison, go to the prison Come to the hospital, that's it."

After quickly arranging the many remaining patients, Schiller returned to the office of Gotham University. The place was basically in chaos, and all people with a college degree or above were arrested and counted.

In this era without supercomputers, calculating the most perfect logistics route by manpower requires a terribly large amount of calculations, and the leaders Victor and Anna are going crazy.

Relying on his symbiosis, Schiller also participated in it. In order to avoid traffic jams when he commutes to and from get off work in the future, he is more than happy to work overtime here.

But soon, Roy came again, still holding a gun and a phone in his hand, he rushed into the office in a hurry, and said: "The three finances of the city government ran away two , and another one was buried by the sand leaked by the sand truck, and it is still being rescued, who of you will go with me? The financial statements are almost piled up!"

One of Gotham's local professors said: "Not everyone can do this job. Although the mayor's life in Gotham is short, the financial life is not long. Everyone knows what they do..."

Hearing this, Schiller was no longer sleepy. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let's go, I'll go with you!"

Roy said hesitantly: "Please forgive me, professor, but aren't you a professor of psychology? Does psychology have finance?"

"Of course, you know, psychology is all-encompassing, and it just so happens that I have a lot of experience with it personally..."

Roy had no choice but to agree dubiously.

The next morning, Roy stood in front of all the gangster family leaders and said, "Now I have good news, and bad news."

"The good news first, I've heard enough bad news." One of them said, "I still have three trucks stuck on Fifth Avenue."

"The good news is that if there are no accidents, the city's gdp may surpass the metropolis this year and become the number one in the United States."

There was an uproar at the bottom, and the bosses of the gangsters whispered, they said: "Why did you get the first place so quickly? My goods haven't been sold yet!"

"Isn't it still fifth or sixth before? How long has it been? Are you sure the statistics are all right?"

Roy waved his hand, signaling them to be calm, and then said: "The bad news is that this is not because our city has developed, but because there is a problem with the report."

"So now it's up to everyone to decide whether we want to be the number one."

The rest of the people were even more confused, how big of a problem the report had to be, which would allow them to surpass the metropolis and directly airborne to the first place.

To be honest, Roy didn't understand this question either. Anyway, after watching Schiller sort out the pile of financial reports all night, he gave him an extremely reasonable but outrageous statistical data.

Then tell him that he is about to become the mayor who led the city's economy to develop the fastest, improve the most, and improve the fastest in the history of urban development in the United States.

Roy said: "According to a financial person who does not want to be named, if we become the number one, we will become more famous and increase more investment opportunities. If we do not become the number one..."

Roy stuttered, then took out a piece of paper, and read to it: "Certain errors that are allowed in the understanding of macroeconomics will bring more room for adjustment to the actual data, including Stabilizing measures for...inflated growth, redundant space for crisis impacts, and..."

As he read it, Roy couldn't read it anymore. He said, "I'm sorry, I don't know too many words in the following paragraph. In short, if you don't want this reputation, everyone will have More..."

Roy made a gesture common to gangsters, and all the bosses understood it, and they unanimously chose the latter.

Of course, this must not be for the convenience of the official money laundering. The main reason is that the citizens of Gotham do not admire vanity and are modest and low-key.

At this time, in the Gotham Police Department, in Gordon's office, Bruce couldn't hold back anymore. He said, "You mean, you want to borrow my bat light? What do you want to use it for?"

Gordon was also a little embarrassed, he said: "There is no way to do it, I don't know which **** used his brain yesterday, and actually remodeled the only dilapidated old-fashioned traffic light at the central intersection, causing a lot of trouble mess."

That's right, just after the traffic improved a bit, things went wrong again.

There are no traffic lights at most intersections in Gotham, because they were useless in the past. Only the big turntable in the center of the city still has an old-fashioned traffic light pole.

Although it was useless in the past, under the deterrence of force, Gordon discovered that this thing is indeed much more convenient than relying on shouting.

As a result, most of the traffic flow in the central city is directed by traffic lights, and the person who circles the watchtower is only responsible for force deterrence.

But Gotham City deserves to be a simple and honest city. There is no shortage of ridiculous geniuses in this ridiculous city.

I don't know which little genius in physics and engineering, I went in the dark in the middle of the night to remodel this old antique traffic light that I don't know how many years old.

Under the command of the wrong traffic light, the situation of the central turntable yesterday was that after the left side, the right side, the front side, the right side, the back side, the right side...

At the end of the day, the entire intersection on the right is unimpeded, and the other three intersections can only stare blankly.

Originally, all the drivers in Gotham City are in the late stages of road rage. This, then they must not be happy.

As a result, the center turntable, which had been slightly repaired just now, was almost smashed into ruins again.

Later, the traffic light was repaired again, but this old-fashioned traffic light has basically gone out after so many tosses, and the ordinary traffic light may end up similar to this traffic light. Barely survived three hours.

For the citizens of Gotham, such a completely inconspicuous thing is difficult for their crazy brains to distinguish, so Gordon thought of a way, he planned to use the whole power.

Then the question is, where is the most powerful lamp in Gotham?

Bruce looked at Gordon very speechlessly, Gordon rubbed his hands together by mistake and said, "Actually, this can be regarded as fighting crime. After all, if everyone is shipping goods at night, most people won't go out to find trouble." .”

Gordon dragged Bruce to the map of Gotham hanging on the wall. He said, "This is my recent statistics. You see, the crime rate in the neighborhoods with relatively good traffic conditions has dropped significantly. When gangsters look for drivers, they will find drivers who are familiar with the route in the local area.”

"These drivers are basically members of local snake gangsters, which are the main force of local crime. Because of the lack of transportation capacity, the gangsters are willing to pay a lot of money to hire these people to help them deliver goods overnight. It doesn't matter if they don't have a driver's license. Anyway, most people No driver's license."

"They drive trucks all night to deliver goods, so of course they don't have much time to go out and commit crimes, and the money earned from two trips can equal the gains from two months of robbery. Now most of them can drive The gangsters have basically found a similar job, and I heard that there is also a small gangster who collectively changed jobs and became a truck driver, and he is still frantically recruiting people."

Actually, this did not exceed Bruce's expectations. Batman often patrols at night recently, but there is really nothing to patrol recently, because the streets are full of people working.

Truck drivers don’t rest, so the driver also has to eat and drink. After a night shift, he can go to have a supper, so the restaurants, pubs and roadside stalls don’t rest. The restaurants are sold out during the day. If you have to sell things at night, you need more raw material reserves, you need to hire more drivers to deliver them, and you have to hire more cooks and waiters.

But formal restaurants have rent after all, so the prices of the items they sell will be more expensive, and what the cooks make may not suit the tastes of those gangsters.

So many people who know how to cook have also set up roadside stalls, and there is no urban management in Gotham, so of course they can set up wherever they want.

With more roadside stalls, the small alley becomes narrower. Most people have to demolish the illegal buildings in front of the building and widen the road to facilitate the formation of the night market.

These night shift drivers have suddenly made a lot of money, so of course they will be keen on spending. Casinos and dance halls don't rest at all, and even bartenders, dancers, and card dealers have to work all night. More service industry facilities.

In short, the streets near every transportation hub are basically brightly lit in recent days, more lively than during the day. Once the citizens of Gotham gather together, they will try their best to find excitement and engage in confrontational sports. There are no video games, and the way to find excitement is nothing more than playing basketball, football or gathering people to brag.

Who is Batman? He's the Dark Knight of Gotham, with an emphasis on darkness.

Which alley near the main road do you go now, at the beginning is a group of folk football masters shouting there, and at the end is a group of trucks sitting around the table in Maza, eating Hesai and blowing hype Driver, the whole street is full of wires, all kinds of light strings are hung between street lights and light poles, and high-power spotlights are hung in mid-air to illuminate the ground. Batman just landed from the dark roof , and was stunned by Akira.

Because the streets near these transportation hubs are too busy, Batman has little room to play, so he walks to those more remote and less crowded streets.

However, what commercial gathering brings is not only the prosperity of the market, but also the flow of population. Even the most vulnerable groups in Gotham, such as single mothers with children, can find a place in those restaurants that are open all night. Serving dishes or washing dishes.

The strong labor force generally goes to work that earns more money. The restaurant is short of manpower, and I wish more people could do this kind of work. The people of Gotham City do not exist in isolation. If there is contact, many disadvantaged groups living in more remote and farther places will find a lively night market nearby and do odd jobs there, even if it is just picking up garbage, they can earn one or two dollars, enough They had a meal.

However, since the place where they live and the place where they work are far away, it will delay their working time, so most of them will move to a place closer.

The rent of the house near this kind of place will be more expensive, but the landlord is not stupid. He originally rented a room to one person for 100 US dollars, but now he divides the room into three and gives it to three people respectively. Live, $50 per person, he can earn an extra $50, those people will be grateful Dade.

As a result, a large number of landlords in the night market streets began to divide their houses into smaller ones. Those disadvantaged groups don’t care how small and shabby their rooms are, anyway, they will not be more shabby than where they used to live. up.

Then the gangsters who manage and rule this street find that if they can create more rooms like this, they can attract more outsiders, improve the efficiency of the operation of the entire street, and collect more money. more protection fees.

So they began to take the initiative to convert the attic or some vacant rooms in their own property into smaller apartments, which are specially prepared for these outsiders who are attracted by the property.

Some poor ghosts really don’t have any money, and the gangsters allow them to live in first, and then pay off their debts every month. Some gangsters who are in urgent need of employment don’t even ask for interest. As long as you help me work on this street, not only will I not charge you interest, but I will also give you subsidies. Anyway, what I earn is not your rent.

Then Batman discovered that the nearest Gotham has become strangely quiet, centered on the transportation hub, with various night markets radiating outwards, and new business districts began to gradually develop.

In these new business districts, few people will cause trouble, because in the past, if you killed two people in a dark alley, the police might not find it for a long time, even if you know some special skills, This may become an unsolved case.

But in this kind of lively night market, it is almost impossible for this kind of thing to happen. Even when playing football, whoever hacked someone's foot can spread throughout the block the next day. If you rob on the spot , then you better hope the police come soon, or the local gangsters are sure to shove you down the drain.

Because if you kill people in the street, it will take time to wash the floor, right? When the police came to investigate, they had to cooperate with the investigation, and the witnesses around them had to be summoned again in turn. How much time would this take? How much turnover is lost? How much less protection fees do I have to charge?

It’s fine if you’re far away, the gang may not bother to care about it, but at such a short distance, there are more than a dozen gangster thugs patrolling on a street, and you just pulled out your gun here, and you haven’t said the word robbery yet, There may already be more than a dozen holes on the body.

Business is business, and Gotham’s tradition of shooting first and then questioning should not be lost~IndoMTL.com~In this way, in night after night, Batman stood alone on the roof of the building, looking at the dim lights that used to be The dark night began to be lit up slowly, and now, he was standing on the roof of the Wayne Building, the center and highest point of Gotham, with thousands of lights under his feet.

He thought, maybe he witnessed a miracle so close, this chaotic and terrible city that could not be saved, began to germinate and grow in chaos, and then a strange and strange flower bloomed flowers.

It blooms wantonly in the dark night, without concealing its chaos and malice, Batman thought, this black flower will still open towards the sun, but it is just a black sun.

And he, and Batman, Batman didn't feel defeated, a new power surged within him, a new idea, an idea bigger than night and vengeance, for the first time appeared in his mind.

He had a wonderful premonition that this world, this universe, just like Gotham, was changing for something.

And the next time, he thought, in this miraculous change, he would no longer be a bystander, but must be a participant.

He watched the lights gradually turn on one by one after another night came, and then apart from the cold wind and darkness above the sky, flickering spots of light began to spread rapidly on the street until the whole day was lit. city.

Right here, at this very moment, this bat, isolated above the city, feels that he has finally learned how to light a lamp.

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