Chapter 1669: No Time to Die (32)

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 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 they look weird together, or it is weird 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 more. Violence can help him defend his property in a city full of chaos. But if he wants to go further, he lacks enough long-term vision, deep enough 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 have even gotten rid of the stereotype that street gangsters are difficult to be civilized, and have 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 dies without a convincing enough heir to succeed him, the family collapses in an instant - the Italians kill 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 like you know more than me, Joker."

"Yes, but I won't 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, looked at the screen with slightly squinted eyes, 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 can't even guess."

"Now, Nottingham Street, Baladi Street, and the Swan Street we previously captured in Gotham Midtown 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 the upper city and lower city.”

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 knocked on 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 dominance, 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 the gangs are so good, but the gangs can use them, and the stronger individuals among them can at least find a way out.

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Becoming a gangster is not a good path, it is barbaric and dangerous, and the probability of death is extremely high, but at least it is a path that can be walked on and has room for advancement, and there is still a certain probability of improvement and development.

As long as you are young and strong enough, you can rise from the lowest level of the gang to a thug. After participating in several fights, you can go from a newcomer to an old man. You understand the rules of all levels of the gang and can go to nightclubs or bars to watch the scene. As long as you are smarter than three or four people in one aspect, you can become the smallest leader and lead a few people under you, and your survival probability will be greatly improved.

If he is smarter, he can read the signs, use his position to make some extra money, bribe the boss of the upper level, and maybe he can climb up further and become a small boss of a low-level business place. If he studies some business that makes money quickly, even if he dies one day, at least he can enjoy life.

It seems that this upward space is going further and further on the road of crime, but people must have hope in life. Jason has seen what a life without upward space and hope will turn people into.

The three streets are very large and there are many children, but Jason mostly found them in dirty restaurant kitchens, dark and closed black-hearted factories, cramped and cold sewers, underground marijuana plantations that never see the sun, and even unsightly low-level brothels.

Most of these children are the product of a night of pleasure. The less educated people are, the more they focus on the momentary indulgence at the moment, and they never care about the consequences of indulgence, so the offspring they leave behind become the cheapest labor force.

They only need to guard the darkest alleys and the most chaotic red-light districts, pick up those children who were born and abandoned at random and feed them to the stutterers. Those who can grow up can work, and no one cares if they die of exhaustion, just like batches of consumables.

Those who can survive and escape by chance still cannot form a stable family, and can only linger in those areas and reproduce the next batch of offspring.

When the gang order exists, every working population is the wealth of the gang. Although there are no human rights, the gang knows that healthy reproduction is the root of obtaining sufficient combatants, so they will take the trouble to maintain and ensure stable population output as much as possible.

But without this rule, the reproduction of the lower-level human beings is more like producing livestock. They don’t need to be strong or smart. What can be exploited has changed from labor to every piece of meat on the body. It seems that it is still a human appearance, but when it is born, every part of the body has been marked with the price of picking.

This is the current situation of the lowest-level people in Gotham in the post-gang era. There is no upward channel. Living is just living. What is left is not even pain, but numbness.

When the Robins rushed into these places with guns to get the children out, they didn't even cry, scream or resist. They followed the instructions and honestly came to a room, then squatted down, looked at no one, said nothing, and just waited to be sold to the next place to repeat their lives.

Seeing the living environment of this group of children of the same age as himself, 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 the same expressions crowded together, he understood again that these children would not die - the low point that could make normal people think of dying was even the peak of their lives.

But in the face of such a situation, the Robins did not seem at a loss. They did not try to get these children to do something with them through passionate speeches. They just got some food to ensure that everyone would not starve to death, and then let these children stay in that room.

The Robins did not rush into the black factories angrily to shoot the bosses who exploited child labor, nor did they try to find the culprit. They just started to collect protection fees in a very simple and plain way.

Literally, they rushed into every business place in the block with guns, requiring everyone to squat with their heads in their hands, and the boss came out to meet them. If they didn't pay, they would change the boss.

Not only that, they would take all the cash in the business store and the working capital in the boss's pocket, and then ask them to pay protection fees at a fixed time and place. If they couldn't pay, they would cut off water and electricity, and shit would come.

This behavior, which was very vague from burglary, accumulated a lot of funds for them in a short period of time. Facts have proved that the way to make money is indeed written in the criminal law. How fast this group of people exploited, how fast the Robins robbed.

But soon, some people who controlled these industries reacted, but they used the original way to deal with business opponents to deal with the suddenly revived traditional gangs, which seemed less powerful.

There was scramble for interests, court arguments, hired killers, and mutual shootings. These mechanisms, which were originally popular among the upper class of Gotham in the post-gangster era, for redistributing interests, could not stop the gangster model of directly intercepting resources from the bottom and middle classes.

Suddenly, the surging murderous intent that had been hidden in the undercurrent of Gotham was like a broken vase, with a "crash", clearly scattered on the table, piercing the fingertips of all the masterminds behind the scenes, making them bleed.