Battle Paradise: Starting from the night of the Uchiha Genocide

Chapter 29 - The Treacherous Rescue
On the other hand, at the same time that the clown was going to catch Rachel, the marchers on the street were not idle either.

Now the negative emotions above Gotham have even materialized into a black storm. In such an environment...

People's sanity is undoubtedly weakened to a great extent, even the wily and calculating director will be affected, let alone those ordinary people.

But everything has two sides...

Although it is said that the demonstrators have been more seriously affected, this does not mean that other aspects have also been weakened.

With a large base, there will always be a few with outstanding abilities.

And the marchers... Most of them are grassroots or middle-level personnel. They may live unsatisfactorily because of their bosses or the system.
So... an idea called ambition grew in their hearts,

At this time, before the Wayne Building, after seeing a large part of the guards evacuated directly, the leader of the marchers made a decision.

Capture the building?

Stop making trouble, marchers, it sounds nice, but in the end, isn't it because of interests that you gather together?
The machine gun erected in front of the building is not a display.

If they really fight, don't even think about it, they will definitely turn into birds and beasts.

Smoking the inferior cigarette in his hand, the pungent smell made Yang Jing slightly frown. After thinking for a while, he snuffed out the cigarette, and Yang Jing took out his megaphone.

"The purpose now is very clear, Joker, to bring Gotham back to chaos."

"The police station...officials protect each other, they are the umbrella of the executives."

"For the Wayne Group, they don't even care about the director."

"And us? We have nothing."

"Look at this street, robbers, hooligans... are all taking the opportunity to make trouble."

"It would have been hard to deal with these dregs of society alone at home if we hadn't been here in a crowd."

During Yang Jing's speech, the noisy environment gradually quieted down...

Yang Jing continued: "Prosecutor Harvey is dead...without Harvey...everyone knows what Gotham was like before."

Pointing to the department store that was robbed in the distance: "As it is now, going to the streets in broad daylight is life-threatening. How can we survive?"

"We have no ability to resist at all. Even if some of us join those thugs, how many more days can we live?"

"We don't have a choice, after all we are not guys in the mansion, they have power, they have money, they can live well anywhere!!!"

"Now this situation, everyone agrees?"

When Yang Jing said this, everyone in the parade nodded.

Having said this, Yang Jing's tone became a little erratic.

"Either, we go home now and accept reality."

"Or, go to the clown's location to save people, who to save?"

"Save Director Gordon, Harvey is gone, he is the only hope, and that playboy Bruce~"

Speaking of this, Yang Jing sneered a little disdainfully: "Those policemen probably dispatched for that playboy."

"Let's not talk about whether we can help or not, even if we help, will they help so many of us because of this?"

"The face of capital is believed to be obvious to all."

"Trust me, just go with me."

Among the crowd, countless eyes stared at Yang Jing, their eyes flickering.

……

Among the abandoned factories in East Gotham.

The sound of the police siren flickers

With a bang, the iron gate shattered, and well-equipped soldiers rushed into the factory in stride.

Soon, however, they stopped.

The small house has been sprayed with black paint, which is particularly conspicuous in the factory.

It seemed that they were afraid that the police officers would not be able to see them, so they specially drew a large Wayne Group logo on the wall.

And before the house.

On the flat ground, a banner with a clown's head was planted on it and fluttered in the wind, while on the wall of the house next to it, words were sprayed with red paint.

"Beware of mines~ my friends."

The leading police officer became a little ugly.

If it is normal, you can clean it up slowly, but now time is tight...

This is a bit tricky.

And thinking of the director's words just now, the policeman's face became ferocious, he gritted his teeth and said, "Go look around and see if there is any other way out."

On the other hand, it is different from the luxurious lineup of the eastern factory.

The place where Director Gordon was held in the west, the current director only sent a team there symbolically.

Well, he didn't need to rescue Gordon either.

If Gordon, the director who is deeply loved by the public, is rescued, then our current director will be very difficult~
"Jingle bell~"

Yang Jing answered the phone with a gloomy face. After listening to his subordinate's report, the side of his originally dark face could be said to be as black as the bottom of a pot.

After a moment of contemplation, "So...the rescue operation on Bruce's side has started now?"

After getting affirmative recovery, Yang Jing threw the phone on the wall angrily.

"click~"

Where could the plastic shell withstand this kind of impact, it was instantly torn apart.

"Huh~"

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, suppressing his anger, Yang Jing turned his gaze to the policemen who were still fishing on the street.

That's right, on the street, the distance from the police station to the two sides is actually about the same, but how should I put it.

The chief is not stupid, and neither are his police officers. Save Gordon?
Stop messing around, it's clear that the new director has done a dirty deal with the Wayne Group.

The emperor is not in a hurry, why is the eunuch in a hurry?
Yang Jing finally calmed down and picked up the wreckage of the mobile phone on the ground with some distress.

Tried to turn on the machine, um, the screen is broken.

It can be seen that Yang Jing's dark hands are covered with calluses. This mobile phone was eliminated by his daughter, but it's nothing.

For Yang Jing, the main function of the mobile phone is to make calls, and he just cares about money.

After all, how many bricks do you need to move to buy a new mobile phone?

How much delicious food can I sell to my daughter?

Yang Jing put the mobile phone in his pocket depressedly, and then said to the people around him: "The operation over there has already started, but we haven't reached the destination yet."

"We can't sit still and wait for death. If this goes on, Director Gordon can be said to be dead."

The entourage at the side glanced at the policeman, then at Yang Jing and asked with some trepidation: "You mean..."

The entourage made a gesture of wiping his neck, his eyes full of horror.

With a dark face, Yang Jing gave the speaker a shudder.

"What do you think?"

"There were too many people in the building before, and nothing real happened to us, so they didn't do anything."

"How many people are we here?"

"There are so many people in front of the building, how many of them actually acted? They are all a group of soft-legged shrimps."

"Do you really think your heads are harder than bullets?"

"Everyone thought the fire couldn't burn themselves, and waited until the end, huh."

Yang Jing snorted coldly, his words were full of disdain for those who did nothing.

Afterwards, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, a little unable to grasp the idea of ​​being a cheap captain.

(End of this chapter)