The most grand concert of the night was still held as scheduled, but Schiller's silent dedication was indispensable behind it.
It took half an afternoon for Schiller to basically sort out the relationship between the several forces currently running rampant in Gotham.
Bruce was misled by him to deal with the FBI, and the FBI wanted to deal with Oliver and the KGB. The magician provoked mercenaries and killers, and the mercenaries and killers had a deep hatred for the FBI. Deathstroke's primary target changed from Spider-Man
After becoming Batman, Batman remained true to his original intention and wanted to strike hard at the FBI.
So they chased each other one by one, and because of the obstruction of others, no one could catch up with the other. At the same time, the process of resolving grievances affected a large area, causing more grievances to arise, and then falling into a vicious circle.
In this case, any radical measures taken can easily backfire, because no matter which side you fight, the other side will think you are sent by the other side, and then go to the other side for revenge, which will make the fight more intense.
Schiller's solution is also simple and efficient - all students in Gotham will have an early vacation.
Gotham University's holiday regulations during the music festival are that holidays are only given when there are major events and performances. For the rest of the time, for safety reasons, students are not allowed to leave campus.
So the concert was held in the evening, and they could only leave school at night, but Schiller let them out in the afternoon.
The reason why this method is efficient is because thousands of teenagers came out of the cage in excitement at the same time. As soon as they entered Gotham, the devil ran away after seeing it.
In the bar on the beach, Lucifer was lying in front of the bar, looking at the dismal sales, and sighed helplessly.
At this time, his phone rang, and when he picked it up, it was Schiller's voice, but Lucifer could tell it wasn't arrogance.
"Why do you have time to call me?" Lucifer asked: "Those three unlucky guys have already started giving economic lectures in hell. Leave a way for the devils in our universe to survive."
"They are free to do whatever they want, but I'm calling to remind you. It's best to close your bar now, stop receiving all customers, and don't let them in no matter what."
"Why?" Lucifer asked with some confusion.
"Because there will be a large wave of guests heading towards the beach."
"Isn't that better?" Lucifer said happily: "Business has not been good in recent days, and I am worried."
"But they were pretty crazy."
"More crazy than you?" Lucifer snorted and said, "Didn't you say that as long as you can make money, you can do any business?"
What Lucifer didn't expect was that the call was hung up directly, as if Schiller didn't want to say another word to him.
Lucifer is a little depressed, but he also has a rebellious mentality. I won't close the door, but I want to see how crazy he can be.
Soon the bar was filled with customers, and Lucifer could tell from their words and demeanor that these were probably students.
He felt that he could chat well with the young people, so he received the guests quite enthusiastically. It was okay at first. The guests in the booths drank quietly, and the guests on the dance floor swayed their waists and danced to the music.
But soon, things started to go wrong.
The men and women in the booths got closer and closer as they drank. It was normal to hug and hug each other in the bar, but some people seemed to want to communicate at a negative distance.
Lucifer was not a gentleman and had to interfere with this matter, until he saw one of them take out a packet of medicine powder from his pocket.
Although it is illegal to fly leaves, Lucifer is not a human being after all, let alone a human policeman. He is indeed beyond the control, until he was hugged when the wine was served and he was coaxed to take a sip.
Lucifer is not a coward, mainly because if God looks at him now and he takes a bite like this, everyone in this bar will be chopped alive by God.
Declining the invitation, Lucifer decided to go to the dance floor to have a look. As soon as he reached the edge, his eyes were dazzled by the light, and a girl came up to her. Lucifer turned around and saw that she was naked.
Lucifer is not that conservative. He can change girlfriends faster than he can change bars. But the problem is that this girl has goth tattoos all over her body. Her eyes are blurred and she is unconscious. She looks like she is high on drugs.
What really made Lucifer think about quitting was that her arms were almost covered with pinholes. Lucifer had not personally tested whether the angel would get AIDS, but he did not intend to test it himself.
After walking a little further to the middle, things became much more normal. However, as soon as Lucifer reached a crowded place, he felt his butt being touched. When he turned around, a strong black man looked at him and smiled.
Lucifer glared at him, but after thinking about how many guests had come, he didn't bother to argue with him. He took two more steps in and was directly hugged by a drunkard.
Lucifer ducked away in an instant. He swore that he would never do anything to this drunkard. It was obvious that this guy was too drunk to stand, but the moment he fell down and knocked his head on the ground, Lucifer felt like he was standing in the World Boxing Championship.
Right in the center of the championship stage.
Everyone around him made a clearing at lightning speed, screaming, shouting, cheering, and some kept shouting to give him a punch, a beautiful left hook, and a back drop!
Lucifer stood there helpless, but then a hot beauty came up and hugged him, kissed him and said: "Old rule, if you win, you can take away the party queen. Come on, handsome guy,
Let me see what you're capable of."
Lucifer wanted to say, then I am very capable, but the problem is that as a bar owner, he can't fight with his customers in the bar no matter what.
He can definitely win in a fight, but it would be embarrassing to win against a group of human cubs. If this reaches Michael's ears, he will laugh at him for at least 2000 years.
Lucifer sighed, waved his hands and left. Everyone let out a cry of disappointment. They thought it would be fine. But the drunkard got up and really thought Lucifer had hit him and took it from the side.
A wine bottle was thrown at Lucifer.
Of course, it was impossible to throw it. The bottle hit the corner of the wall. As a result, there happened to be a drunk man lying on the corner, lighting up and smoking. With a swish sound, the bottle of Molotov cocktail ignited half of the bar by chance.
Lucifer's bar is fireproof, but its fireproof method is to isolate magical energy so that the devil's flames cannot burn here. However, because it has hardly done human business, it is not resistant to physical ignition.
Lucifer wanted to put out the fire with his hand, but the next second he was staggered by the girl who rushed towards him, and the others came up one after another as if they were having some kind of party.
Lucifer, who was suppressed underneath, roared: "My bar!!!"
Such spectacles are happening everywhere in the city. Never mind the experienced mercenary killers, professional and experienced elite agents, and extraordinary magicians, they are all chased away by these crazy teenagers.
It's not impossible to kill, and it's not difficult to subdue them, but as long as you stop and plan to take some action, you will inevitably be surrounded, and the end result will be no different from being surrounded by zombies.
The teenagers in Gotham are more powerful than those in other places. On the one hand, the people present may not have as much criminal experience as they do. On the other hand, they have been suppressed in school for too long, and everyone wants to vent their anger.
, all of a sudden, Gotham was full of clowns, and the wishing pool bastards all hid when they saw it.
But no matter what, the group of outsiders who caused trouble in Gotham City have stopped, and the remaining ones are locals. It is only dangerous for outsiders to cause trouble, but the locals are one of Gotham's tourist attractions, so it can be considered a smooth solution.
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When the concert started in the evening, all the heavyweight guests were present, and Schiller also came. Arrogant, this may be the only concert he plans to fully participate in.
In every song that rises above the ruins, the meaning of the drum beats beyond the rhythm, like the morning bell that rings when the misty red sun rises from the ruins. The connotation of the tune is far more than music, like cheering, like shouting,
It is also like the first cry that has not been eliminated in the long history of evolution.
When humans chase the sun that they can never catch, the most romantic thing is the footprints.
This concert is the first footprint left by this toddler city. It is still far away from the sun and the road underfoot is still long, but it is they who truly inspired the ancestors of mankind to learn to run.
The wonderful feeling when the soles of your feet touch solid soil for the first time.
Schiller stood in the crowd, and it took him a moment to adapt to the noise he had never experienced before in the tower of thought.
The word adaptation will not appear in the life of an autistic patient. They cannot break any existing rules of life. Even if the body falls to the ground, the soul will fly further and further away.
There must always be something to pull their souls back, so that they no longer be a bird chasing the sun, but become a man who walks upright. From then on, in addition to the sky, he also owns the earth, and has the same kind of people walking side by side with him.
Then on this isolated island far away from all continents, when the gravel, clear springs, and woods gathered together, the dark mountains that only stood in the distance also created a vibrant garden due to the soil, water spray, and seeds carried by the wind.
Then he can be pious like ordinary people, grateful for the greatness of natural creation, and humble like ordinary people, feeling satisfied with everything he has.
"I didn't think this would work," Arrogance said.
"You mean we have taken another step towards becoming ordinary people?" Greedy said while lying on the railing.
"I mean you can make this concert a success." Arrogance continued: "I thought I would see ruins when I came back."
"That's not the case." Greedy said.
In the early morning of the next day after the concert, Arrogance discovered that Greed was right.
The good news is that Gotham is not in ruins.
The bad news is that the Metropolitan Stock Exchange sold 15.2 million shares that day, and the stock fell by more than 25%.
In the fall of 1996, Black Wednesday arrived, and another American Great Depression began.