The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

The so-called exploitation is actually a phenomenon that occurs after the endless upward circulation of wealth without a suitable social contract.

After the rules of the Gotham gangsters were broken, the most serious consequence was the continuous accumulation of interests without restraint, until they gathered in the hands of a very small number of people at the top of the pyramid.

This kind of process can even be said to be natural, and it does not mean that someone must force how many people to death. It is a social and natural phenomenon that must occur under such circumstances.

Although those with vested interests should be condemned, there will be another group after killing this group of vested interests, so it is completely useless to mow the top of Gotham directly. Appropriate and stable social rules must be re-established.

To achieve this, you can't just do it at the bottom, or in other words, all the actions at the bottom must be to pull down the vested interests at the top, and the easiest way is to reach out and touch their pockets.

The three avenues occupied by the Naiwei family are extremely important economic centers in Midtown. Most of the shops here are related to the people's livelihood in Gotham, and can provide a steady stream of economic sources for the upper class.

The Robins occupy this area, go in with guns and go door to door to collect protection fees. If you don’t pay them, everyone will die, and no one will open the door for business. Can the upper-class people pointing to this place to give them blood don’t worry? ?

The biggest advantage of people’s livelihood-related industries is that they can provide a steady stream of working capital, and the importance of working capital to group industries is self-evident. Once the working capital is cut off, it is equivalent to cutting off the main artery of blood transfusion. This is not uncommon. It is as simple as taking a little money, and it only takes a moment of insufficient blood supply to collapse a business empire.

After the upper class and vested interests in Gotham found that their blood vessels were in danger of being cut, they took active measures, including but not limited to putting pressure on the police to send police cars to guard the store; The family of the industry exchanged interests with them and hired security guards to clear the streets; let all the media under their control speak together to put pressure on the field of public opinion; hired killers to go to the headquarters of the Neville family and try to assassinate them and so on.

So what effect did these measures have?The answer is that it doesn't work.

If it is still useful to use these methods to deal with their business opponents, the most extreme is to kill the helm of the opposite business, take profits when handover with them is chaotic, or simply let a group's reputation fall to the bottom and the capital chain break Self-defeating.

But the traditional gangsters started with extreme violence. The heavy weapons that the Robins obtained surrounded the family garrison. Those killers who used to carry out assassinations with small pistols at banquets would not have the ability to attack a fortified position. Most of them saw this formation Zhan turned around and left.

Public opinion attacks are even more useless. I'm already called a gangster, so I can't do bad things anymore?The best way to deal with moral kidnapping is just to say "I am a barbarian".

You can't kill them, you can't scold them, so what can this group of families do?Let's do it with real guns and guns.

Fortunately, the current Gotham is not too far away from the era of gangsters, and the inheritance of gangsters has not been completely broken. There are some relics left over from the previous dynasty in the warehouses of every household. Take back your own property and talk about it.

As a result, the neighborhood within Neville’s family’s radiating range seemed to go back 20 years overnight. Today you robbed my nightclub with a gun, and tomorrow I will blow up your bar with a cannon. Today you came to my neighborhood. The fresh market collects protection fees, and tomorrow I will go to your jewelry store to get the money back.

Such frequent fires will not cause a problem. It is impossible for the upper-class gentlemen to carry their guns to the battlefield by themselves. They must hire someone to go, but gang fires are actually equivalent to continuous small-scale street battles. They have no professional background and no practice. 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, timely garrison troops and food, arrange guards and offensive personnel, and have a proper pace and rhythm, so that it is possible to expand outward while holding on to the industry. ,Gained the advantage.

The vast majority of human beings in civilized societies who have not received training do not have this kind of skills. This group of upper-class people who have been pampered for a long time are even more useless. They don’t even talk about commanding battles. How many people do they hire? I don't know what happened.

This kind of chaotic situation gave the Robins an opportunity. At first, mercenaries flooded into the street to occupy the shops, and then attacked the family garrison. The shops occupied by another group began to smash and loot frantically.

I don't know whether it's because the commanders are not good enough, the hired people have no professionalism, or there is indeed a conflict between the two, but anyway, it is definitely not the Robin who led it deliberately. , Whoever wins the store belongs to him.

But this has led to another problem, that is, those with vested interests are actually more profit-seeking than anyone else. I only need to take a gun worth a few hundred dollars for a prime location store with an annual income of millions of dollars that you have worked so hard to manage. It can be snatched with two shuttle bullets, so why should I not snatch it?Anyway, everyone is robbing now.

Capitalists are like vicious dogs locked in a cage, and the thickest railing on their cage is called the "cloak of civilization", and once this layer of coat is taken off, they will use their sharp teeth Hesitantly pierces the necks of all those who hinder them from gaining benefits.

When the profit reaches [-]%, capitalists will inevitably take risks for it, and if the profit is [-]% and there is almost no cost, they will be crazy about it.

As a result, unprecedented chaos began in Gotham's Midtown. Since the shops in the Neville family's residence can be robbed, why can't the shops across the street be robbed?
Going to rob the store of the Neville family may be greeted by heavy-pistol guns and bazookas. If you go to rob the store next door, even if the clerk has a gun, the resistance you encounter cannot be more intense than that of the Neville family resident. Isn't it safer and easier?

This group of vicious dogs, who have tasted the sweetness, chose a more direct method of grabbing benefits by taking advantage of the small slit that the Robins tore their civilization coat - just grab it and it's over.

Grabbing land is actually a very strong positive feedback behavior. After winning a piece of land, you will immediately feel that your territory has grown a lot, instead of investing a sum of money and having to wait for production and sales to return the funds.

This kind of strong positive feedback and dopamine stimulation is more addictive than any drug. This is why many generals in the history of modern warfare have been criticized as war madness. Winning battles is really addictive.

The rapid development of the situation far exceeded the imagination of Batman in front of the screen. He just 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 happy. in.

That night, Batman, who finally couldn't stand it anymore, came to the roof of the tallest building in Midtown.

Originally, he planned to directly end this chaos, but now, Batman under the darkness is thinking about a question——

Where the hell did so many 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 off the roof.

On the second floor of a mansion on Swan Street not far from Nottingham Street, two figures, one big and one small, were standing in front of the table.

The clown girl folded her arms, stretched out one hand and patted the table vigorously, and said to the person opposite: "I advise you not to be ignorant, these are our last batch of machine guns, if you don't want them, I will send them to you right away." Your deadly enemy Kensing, when the time comes, the two streets you just took down will be replaced, so don’t hide in bed and cry!"

"Don't try to fool us." Harry sat on the edge of the table, chewing bubble gum and said, "We only accept cash payment, and the ashes of the guy who tried to rob us the day before yesterday should have floated to In the sea."

Ten minutes later, a group of bodyguards walked out of the room with dark faces. Two figures, one big and one small, clapped their hands and cheered. Harry folded his arms and raised his face triumphantly.

"I told you earlier, I am familiar with this job! In our universe, this is how I made deals with demons. Even demons can't escape. What kind of waves can they make?!"

Harley Quinn immediately showed a bright smile. She rushed forward and held Harry's cheeks with both hands, then kissed her hard twice, and said in a voice that was much sweeter than Harry's.

"God, my little baby, my lovely daughter, if only you were really my daughter, come here and let me kiss you again!"

Harry hurriedly pushed her away to prevent her dark lipstick from rubbing his face.

Just as the two of them were playing and playing, Harley Quinn suddenly caught a glimpse of a black figure appearing between the faintly floating light and shadow of the curtains.

"Batman?! What do you want to do? Are you going to snatch my own daughter I just recognized?"

"She's not your daughter." Batman came out from behind the curtain, and his eyes fell on the box of banknotes in front of Harley Quinn.

"Then you just want to steal my money?! I warn you, Batman, I earned it all 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 whispered in her ear, "Wait a minute, this doesn't seem legal..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?! My dear daughter! This is legal in Gotham. What business is more legal in Gotham than selling arms?"

Ignoring the chirping Harley Quinn, Batman's deep and serious eyes fell on Harley, who pursed her lips, shrugged, and said, "You control freak, if you really want to know, yes, We're selling arms."

Batman gestured to the gun behind her with his eyes, and Harry turned his head and said, "You want to ask where we got the goods? At first Jason contacted a seller, but I think this Now that the business has started, we have 'slightly' expanded the channels."

Batman narrowed his eyes and repeated, "Slightly?"

"Well, I can't hide it from you." Harry jumped off the table, stretched out his hand and patted his chest and said.

"Here, Motor Sich's exclusive sales agent on the east coast of the United States."

Then he reached out and patted Harley Quinn again and said, "Here, the General Atlantic Distributor of Kharkov Morozov Mechanical Design Bureau."

Harley patted herself, then patted Harley Quinn again, and said, "Together, we are the holder of the highest sales record of Ukrainian medium and heavy weapons in the Americas so far, and it only took less than half an hour to create the record." Month time!"

Harley Quinn nodded her head vigorously, seeing the same smug expressions on the faces of the older and younger Harley, Batman's head was buzzing.

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