The Penguin wasn't shocked yet, but Batman, who was watching a movie in the Batcave, was stunned.
Of course he knew about the mayoral election, and he also knew very well what happened to Lincoln March. After all, he had already dealt with March before the universe was restarted.
The three words Robin, Penguin, and Mayoral Election are normal when viewed separately, but when they are combined together, it is strange. In other words, it is very strange that these three words have the opportunity to be combined together.
At this time, the clown sitting on the sofa had already begun to laugh. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, opened a new bag of potato chips with a bang, and threw the snacks into his mouth.
explain.
"I have to say, this is a good choice. If they really want to accomplish their goals, they will naturally have to find enough of their own people, and they must be spread across all walks of life and all walks of life, and Oswald Cobblepot is trapped in the gang.
Having been a boss and businessman for many years, who can say that he doesn't have further ambitions?"
The clown crossed one leg across the other, shook his feet, and then said: "He has a lot, but lacks even more. Violence can help him defend his property in a city full of chaos.
But if he wants to go further, he lacks a long-term vision, deep understanding and real gangster thinking."
Batman's fingertips moved slightly, which meant that he was interested in a certain word in the Joker's words, so he repeated the word: "Gangster thinking..."
"Have you ever wondered why Italian gangs are able to flourish all over the Americas? They even got rid of the stereotype of street gangsters being difficult to be refined, and developed a unique family culture and godfather culture."
"Oh, Batman, of course you have thought about it!" The Joker deliberately raised his voice and said: "After all, it was you who ruined all this with your own hands. You killed the Italians."
"Falcone's death was just an accident." Batman said after being silent for a while, as if he had accepted the current situation, and it was really like chatting.
"The success and failure of Italian gangs all come from the same reason. They need a leader with enough charisma. He is the leader of the gang, the shepherd of the flock, and the father of everyone."
"His strength, wisdom and impeccability give all Italian gangster families confidence and motivation. He is more like a cultural symbol that brings all families together."
"But equally, if he died without a convincing enough heir to take over, the family would collapse in an instant - the Italians would have killed themselves."
The clown seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and showed a slightly evil smile. Then he put his thumb on his lower lip and asked: "Do you think Cobot can become the godfather of the gang?"
Batman thought for a moment and said, "I'm more concerned about what the Robins want to do. It seems you know more than me, Joker."
"Yes, but I will not tell you so easily, Batman, you should open a few more eyes and pay close attention to any changes that occur in this city as usual."
The clown turned his head back, squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the screen and said: "Then you will understand that a monster born in darkness should not throw his eggs out of the nest, because what can be hatched there, even
I couldn’t even guess it.”
"Now, Nottingham Street, Baladi Street and the Swan Street we previously captured in Midtown Gotham have formed a perfect triangular block, with a radiation range that reaches half of Midtown, and even the upper and lower right sides of the triangle.
The corner can also radiate to uptown and downtown.”
On the top floor of an apartment on the corner of Nottingham Street, Jason was holding a baton and pointing at the topographic map he had just drawn on the blackboard. He tapped the center of the triangular area and said.
"We will eventually establish the Neville family's headquarters in the center of the three streets, and then expand outward in sequence until the entire midtown area is included in our sphere of influence. But to control such a large territory, we need to recruit enough people first. You
Any good suggestions?”
Sitting on the sofa were Dick, Tim and Elsa. They pointed at the topographic map drawn on the blackboard and expressed their suggestions. They did not notice the light shining in the center of a small black spot outside the window of the building.
The scene inside the house was captured by the camera, giving a clear view.
When he heard the name "Nevi" family, Batman opened his eyes slightly. This kind of simple word play could not be hidden from the clown, and naturally it could not be hidden from Batman, but at this time, he still did not feel that all this was true.
Robin's own idea.
Because according to the usual logic, they have no such motive. No matter which world the Robins are in, they are all Batman's adopted sons and his good assistants. Although their acting styles are slightly different, most of them have justice in their hearts.
There is no reason to become a gangster.
But what happened next on the screen was once again beyond Batman's expectations, and even beyond the Joker's expectations.
After the two sets of Robins worked together to capture three midtown streets and established a solid rule, the trumpet Robins began to exert their strength.
First, Jason began to search for all children under the age of fifteen in this area, understand their situation, and gather them together.
The living conditions of children in Gotham today are not good, or it can be said to be much worse than in the gangster era.
This is not to say that gangsters are very good, but gangsters can use them, and the stronger individuals among them can find a way out.
Becoming a gangster is not a good path, it is brutal and dangerous, and the probability of death is extremely high, but at least it is a path that can be followed and there is room for improvement, and there is a certain probability of improvement and development.
As long as you are young and strong enough, you can rise from the lowest level of a gangster to a thug, participate in several firefights, and transform from a newcomer to an old man. If you understand the rules of each level of the gang, you can go to nightclubs or bars to watch the scene.
If one's skills and brains are better than those of three or four people, he can become the smallest boss and lead several people under his command. The probability of survival is greatly improved.
If I were smarter, I could read the eyes, use my responsibilities to make some extra money, bribe the boss at the top, maybe I could climb up the ladder further, become a small boss at the bottom of the business, and then delve into some quick-money business.
Even if you die one day, at least you will have enjoyed yourself while you were alive.
It seems that this kind of room for improvement is going further and further on the road of illegal crime, but people must have hope in life. There is no room for improvement at all, and what a life without hope will turn people into, Jason has seen.
Sanjiao Street is a large block with a lot of children, but Jason mostly works in the kitchens of dirty restaurants, dark and closed black-hearted factories, cramped and cold sewers, underground marijuana cultivation farms that never see the light of day, and even
It was the unsightly low-end brothels that found them.
Most of these children are the product of a night of pleasure. The more uneducated people are, the more they pay attention to the momentary indulgence, but they never care about the consequences of indulgence, so the offspring they leave behind become the cheapest labor force.
All you need to do is guard the darkest alleys and the most chaotic red light districts, pick up those children who were randomly born and abandoned and give them to stutterers. Those who can grow up can work, and no one will care about them even if they are exhausted.
It's like batch after batch of consumables.
Those who are lucky enough to survive and escape are still unable to form a stable family. They can only linger in those areas and reproduce the next batch of offspring.
When the gang order exists, every working population is the gang's wealth. Although there are no human rights, the gangs at least know that a healthy reproduction method is the source of abundant combatants, so they will take pains to maintain it as much as possible.
Ensure stable population output.
But without such rules, the reproduction of low-level humans is more like producing livestock. There is no need to be strong or smart. The things that can be exploited have changed from labor force to every piece of meat on the body, which still seems to have the appearance of a human being.
But when it was born, every part of the body was already marked with a price when it was removed.
This is the current situation of the people at the bottom of Gotham in the post-gangster era. There is no way to rise. Living is just living. What is left is not even pain, but numbness.
When the Robins rushed into these places with guns in hand to get the children out, they didn't even cry, scream, or resist. They followed the instructions and came to a room honestly, and then squatted down without looking at anyone.
, saying nothing, just waiting to be sold to the next place to repeat their lives.
Seeing the environment in which these children of his own age lived, Jason once thought that if he fell into such a situation one day and was completely unable to resist, he would rather choose to die.
But standing in the room and watching the children with almost identical expressions crowded together, he understood that these children would not die - the lowest point in their lives that would make normal people think of death.
The peak of it.
But faced with such a situation, the Robins did not appear at a loss. They did not try to get these children to do something with them through impassioned speeches. They just got some food to ensure that no one would starve to death, and then
Just let these children stay in that room.
The Robins did not angrily rush into the black factory to give the bosses who exploited child labor a chance, nor did they try to follow the clues to find the culprits. They just started to collect protection fees very simply and plainly.
Literally, they rushed into every business establishment in the neighborhood with guns in hand, asking everyone to squat down with their heads in their hands. The boss came out to see them, and if they didn't pay, they would change the boss.
Not only that, they will take all the cash in the business store and the working capital in the owner's pocket, and then require them to pay protection fees at a fixed time and at a fixed time. If they fail to pay, they will cut off the water and electricity, which is the end of the world.
This kind of behavior, which is very vaguely different from home invasion and robbery, accumulated a large amount of funds for them in a short period of time. It turns out that the methods of making money are indeed written in the criminal law. How fast this group of people exploited, the Robins robbed
That's how fast it is.
But soon, some people who controlled these industries reacted, but the way they used to deal with business opponents seemed less effective against the suddenly resurgent traditional gangs.
Competing for exchange of interests, formal court arguments, hiring killers, and shooting each other's guns. These mechanisms that were originally popular in the post-gangster era of Gotham to redistribute interests among the upper class cannot stop the gangster model that directly intercepts resources from the bottom and middle levels.
Suddenly, Gotham's surging murderous intention, which was originally hidden under the undercurrent, was clearly scattered on the table with a "crash" like a broken vase, pricking the fingertips of all the masterminds behind the scenes, making them