The so-called exploitation is actually a phenomenon that results from the endless upward circulation of wealth in the absence of a suitable social contract.
After the rules of the Gotham gang are broken, the most serious consequence is that interests continue to gather upward without restraint until they are gathered in the hands of a very small number of people at the top of the pyramid.
This process can even be said to be natural. It does not mean that anyone must force many people to death. It is a social and natural phenomenon that will inevitably occur under such circumstances.
Although vested interests should be condemned, killing this group of vested interests will lead to the next group, so it is useless to directly mow Gotham's top management. Appropriate and stable social rules must be re-established.
To achieve this, we cannot just take action at the bottom, or in other words, all actions at the bottom must be to unseat the vested interests at the top, and the easiest way is to reach out and touch their pocketbooks.
The three streets occupied by the Neville family are an extremely important economic center in Midtown. Most of the shops here are related to the people's livelihood in Gotham and can provide a very stable source of income to the upper class.
The Robins took over this area, went in with guns and went door to door to collect protection money. If they didn't pay, no one would be able to live, and no one would be able to open their business. So how about the upper class people who point to this place and give them blood, don't worry? ?
The biggest advantage of industries related to people's livelihood is that they can provide a steady stream of liquidity. The importance of liquidity to group industries is self-evident. Once the liquidity is cut off, it is equivalent to the main artery of blood transfusion being cut off. This is not a small thing. It can be as simple as taking a little money, and it only takes a moment of insufficient blood supply to bring down a business empire.
After Gotham's upper class and vested interests discovered that their blood vessels were in danger of being severed, they took active measures, including but not limited to putting pressure on the police to send police cars to guard the stores; actively contacting security guards They exchange interests with them and hire security guards to clear the streets; let all the media they control speak out together and put pressure on the public opinion field; hire killers to visit the headquarters of the Nevi family and attempt to assassinate them, and other means.
So what effect did these methods have? The answer is that it has no effect.
If these methods are used to deal with their business opponents, it is still useful. The most extreme is to kill the person at the helm of the opposite business, gain profits when the handover with them is chaotic, or simply let a group's reputation fall to the bottom and the capital chain be broken. If you don't attack, you will destroy yourself.
But traditional gangs started out with extreme violence. The heavy weapons obtained by the Robins surrounded the family headquarters. Those killers who usually only used small pistols to carry out assassinations at banquets had no ability to attack difficult positions. Most of them saw this formation. Zhan turned around and left.
Public attacks are even more useless. I’ve been called a gangster, so why can’t I do bad things? The best way to deal with moral kidnapping is just to say "I am a barbarian".
If you can't kill them or scold them, what else can these families do? Get arms and use real swords and guns to do it.
Fortunately, today's Gotham is not too far away from the gangster era, and the gangster heritage has not been completely eradicated. Every household has some materials left over from the previous dynasty in the warehouses. It can be used if you dig them out. Find a way first. Let’s take back our own property.
As a result, the neighborhoods within the Nevi family's radiation range seemed to have gone back twenty years overnight. Today you robbed my nightclub with a gun. Tomorrow I will go and blow up your bar with a cannon. Today you come to my neighborhood. The fresh food market charges protection fees. Tomorrow I will go to your jewelry store to get the money back.
Such frequent firefights will cause a problem. It is impossible for the upper-class men to carry guns and carry artillery to the battlefield themselves. They must hire people to do it. However, gang wars are actually equivalent to continuous small-scale street battles. They have no professional background and no practice. Based on experience, it is still difficult to command such a small war.
First of all, you have to know the strategic position of each street, rationally allocate resources to build fortifications, station troops and food at the right time, arrange guards and offensive personnel, and have an appropriate pace and a moderate rhythm. Only then can you expand outwards while holding on to your industry. ,Gained the advantage.
The vast majority of human beings in civilized societies who have not received training do not have this skill. This group of upper-class people who have been pampered for a long time are even more useless. Not to mention commanding the battle, how many people did they hire and where? I don’t know what’s going on.
This chaotic situation gave the Robins an opportunity to take advantage of it. At first, mercenaries poured into the streets to occupy the shops, and then attacked the family headquarters. However, as time went by, people hired by a certain group rushed in. A store occupied by another group began to smash and loot like crazy.
I don’t know whether it was because the commanders were not good enough, the people hired did not have professional qualities, or there was indeed a conflict between the two families, but anyway, it was definitely not the Robins’ deliberate instigation, and the subsequent fight was just a random act of robbing each other. , whoever wins the store belongs to him.
But this leads to another problem, that is, vested interests are actually more profit-seeking than anyone else. You have worked so hard to run a store in a prime location with an annual income of millions of dollars. I only need to get a gun worth a few hundred dollars. I can grab it with two shuttles of bullets, so what reason do I have not to grab it? Everyone is grabbing it now anyway.
Capitalists are like vicious dogs locked in a cage, and the thickest railing on their cage is called the "coat of civilization." Once this coat is taken off, they will use their sharp teeth to kill them. Hesitantly pierce the necks of anyone who stands in the way of their gains.
When the profit reaches 1,000%, capitalists will inevitably take risks, and if the profit reaches 1,000% and there is almost no cost, they will go crazy.
As a result, unprecedented chaos began in Gotham's Midtown. If the shops in the neighborhood of the Neville family could be robbed, why couldn't the shops across the street be robbed?
If you go to rob the Neville family's store, you may be greeted by heavy guns and rocket launchers. If you go to rob the store next door, even if the clerk has a gun, the resistance will not be more intense than when the Neville family is stationed. Isn't it safer and easier?
This group of vicious dogs, who had tasted the sweetness, took advantage of the small slit in their civilized coat that the Robins had torn open, and chose a more direct method of grabbing profits - just rob.
Land grabbing is actually a behavior with very strong positive feedback. Once you capture a piece of land, you will immediately feel that your territory is larger, instead of investing a sum of money and waiting for the funds to be collected from production and sales.
This strong positive feedback and dopamine stimulation are more addictive than any drug. This is why many generals in the history of modern warfare are criticized as war maniacs. Winning wars is really addictive.
The situation developed far faster than Batman in front of the screen imagined. He only stayed in the Batcave for two days, and the entire Gotham City was in chaos. The problem is that the main participants in this war are still enjoying it. in.
That night, Batman finally couldn't stand it anymore and came to the top of the tallest building in Midtown.
Originally, he planned to directly end this chaos completely, but now, Batman under the night is thinking about a question——
Where the hell did all these heavy weapons like setting off firecrackers come from?
Suddenly, Batman remembered a figure he hadn't seen on the surveillance screen for a long time. After thinking for a while, he jumped down from the top of the building.
On the second floor of a mansion on Swan Street, not far from Nottingham Street, two figures, one large and one small, were standing in front of a table.
Harley Quinn crossed her arms, stretched out a hand and slapped the table hard, and said to the person opposite: "I advise you not to be disrespectful. This is our last batch of machine guns. If you don't want it, I will send it to you right away." Your nemesis Kensing, when the time comes for the two streets you just conquered to be replaced, don’t hide in bed and cry!”
"Don't try to fool us." Harley sat on the edge of the table, chewing bubble gum and said: "We only accept cash payments, and we hand over the money and deliver the goods. The ashes of the guy who tried to rob us the day before yesterday should have arrived. In the sea.”
Ten minutes later, a group of people with bodyguards walked out of the room with dark faces. Two figures, one large and one small, high-fived and cheered. Harry crossed his arms and raised his face proudly.
"I told you, I'm familiar with this job! In our universe, this is how I made a deal with the devil. Even the devil can't escape. What kind of tricks can they make?!"
Harley Quinn immediately showed a bright smile, she rushed forward and held Harley's cheeks with both hands, then kissed her hard twice on the face, and said in a voice that was much sweeter than Harley.
"God, my little baby, my lovely daughter, if only you were really my daughter, come here and let me kiss you again!"
Hallie hurriedly pushed her away to prevent her dark lipstick from rubbing on his face.
While the two of them were playing around, Harley Quinn suddenly caught a glimpse of a black figure appearing between the vaguely floating light and shadow of the curtains.
"Batman?! What do you want to do? Are you coming to snatch the biological daughter I just recognized?"
"She is not your daughter." Batman walked out from behind the curtain, his eyes falling on the box of bills in front of Harley Quinn.
"Then you just want to steal my money?! I'm warning you, Batman, I earned this all by myself. If you dare to steal it, I will print your mugshot in the newspaper and say that your robbery is legal. income!"
Harley suddenly tugged on Harley Quinn's arm, lowered her voice and said in her ear: "Wait a minute, this doesn't seem to be legal..."
"What nonsense are you talking about?! My dear daughter! This is legal in Gotham. Is there any business in Gotham that is more legal than selling arms?"
Ignoring the chirping Harley Quinn, Batman's deep and serious gaze fell on Harley. Harley pursed her lips, shrugged, and then said: "You control freak, if you really want to know, yes, We are selling arms."
Batman motioned to the gun behind her with his eyes. Harley turned around and said, "You want to ask where we got the goods? At first, Jason contacted a seller, but I think this When the business started to take off, I expanded the channels a little bit."
Batman narrowed his eyes and repeated, "A little?"
"Okay, I can't hide it from you." Harley jumped down from the table, reached out and patted her chest.
"This is Motorsic's exclusive sales agent on the East Coast of the United States."
Then he reached out and patted Harley Quinn and said: "This is the Atlantic general distributor of the Kharkiv Morozov Mechanical Design Bureau."
Harley patted herself and then Harley Quinn and said, "Together, the two of us hold the record for the highest sales of Ukrainian medium and heavy weapons in the Americas, and it only took less than half a year to set the record. Month time!”
Harley Quinn nodded vigorously, and seeing the same proud expressions on the faces of Harley and Harley, Batman's head was buzzing.
Kill, eat and bury a dragon
