The so-called exploitation is actually a phenomenon that arises after the endless upward circulation of wealth in the absence of a proper social contract.

After the Gotham gang rules were broken, the most serious consequence was that the interests continued to gather upwards without constraints, until they were 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, not to say who must force how many people to die, is a social natural phenomenon that will inevitably occur in such a situation.

Although vested interests should be condemned, there will be a next group of those who kill this group of vested interests, so it is useless to directly mow the grass of Gotham's upper echelons, and suitable and stable social rules must be re-established.

To do this, you can't just do it at the bottom, or all actions at the bottom must be aimed at pulling down the vested interests at the top, and the easiest way to do this is to reach out and touch their money bags.

The area of the three main streets occupied by the Neville family is an extremely important economic center in Midtown, and the vast majority of the shops here are related to the livelihood of Gotham, which can provide a steady stream of income for the upper class.

Robins occupy this area, go in with guns and collect protection money from house to house, if you don't give it, everyone will not live, and no one will want to open the door, so can the upper-class people who point to this place to supply them with blood not be in a hurry?

The biggest advantage of people's livelihood related industries is to be able to provide a steady stream of liquidity, and the importance of liquidity for the group industry is self-evident.

After the upper echelons of Gotham and vested interests found that their blood vessels were in danger of being severed, they actively took measures, including but not limited to pressuring the police to send police cars to guard the store; Actively liaise with families with security industries, exchange interests with them, and hire security guards to clear the streets; Let all the media under their control speak together and exert pressure on the field of public opinion; Hire killers to step on the headquarters of the Neville family and try to assassinate them.

So what are the effects of these means? The answer is that it doesn't work.

If it is still useful to use these methods against their business opponents, the most extreme is to kill the person at the helm of the opposite business, take the profits when the handover is chaotic, or simply let the prestige of a group fall to the bottom, and the capital chain will be broken.

But the traditional gangs started with extreme violence, and the heavy weapons that Robin got to surround the family station, those killers who usually only used small pistols to assassinate at banquets had the ability to attack the position, and most of them turned around and left when they saw this battle.

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

You can't kill it, you can't scold it, so what else can you do with this group of families? Let's take the arms and guns.

Fortunately, the current Gotham is not too far from the gangster era, and the inheritance of the gangster has not been completely broken.

Today you robbed my nightclub with a gun, tomorrow I will blow up your bar with a gun, today you come to the fresh market in my neighborhood to collect protection money, and tomorrow I will go to your jewelry store to get the money back.

Such frequent fires will not produce a problem, it is impossible for the upper-level masters to carry guns and cannons to the battlefield by themselves, they must hire people to go, but gangster fire is actually equivalent to continuous small street battles, without professional background and practical experience, it is still difficult to command this kind of small war.

First of all, you have to know the strategic position of each street, reasonably allocate resources to build fortifications, garrison troops and food at the right time, arrange the guards and attackers, and the pace is appropriate, the rhythm is moderate, so that it is possible to expand outward and gain an advantage while holding the industry.

The vast majority of untrained human beings in civilized societies do not possess this skill, and this group of upper-class people who have been pampered for a long time have no play, let alone command battles, and they don't know how many people they have hired and where they are fighting.

This chaotic situation gave Robins an opportunity, at first the mercenaries poured into the streets to occupy the store, and then attacked the family residence, but as the fight continued, it became that the hired people of one group rushed into the store occupied by another group and began to smash and loot like crazy.

I don't know if it's because the level of the command staff is not good, the hired people have no professionalism, or if there is indeed a contradiction between the two, but anyway, it is definitely not Robin's deliberate guidance, and the fire behind is completely robbing each other, and whoever wins the store is who's.

But this leads to another problem, that is, vested interests are actually more profit-seeking than anyone else, and I only need to grab a gun of a few hundred dollars and two shuttle bullets to grab the prime location store that you have worked so hard to run with millions of dollars a year, so why should I not grab it? Anyway, everyone is grabbing it now.

The capitalists are like vicious dogs in cages, and the thickest railing on their cages is called the "cloak of civilization", and once this cloak is removed, they will pierce the necks of anyone who hinders them with their sharp teeth without hesitation.

When the profit reaches 1,000 percent, the capitalists will inevitably take risks for it, and if the profit is 1,000 percent, and there is almost no cost, they will go crazy.

As a result, Gotham's Midtown began to be in unprecedented chaos, and if the shops in the Neville family's residence could be grabbed, 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 a heavy gun and a bazooka, and even if the clerk has a gun, the resistance will not be fiercer than that of the Neville family's station, isn't it safer and easier?

The vicious dogs who had tasted the sweetness took advantage of the small crack that Robin had torn open for their civilized coats, and chose a more direct means of grabbing benefits by the donkeys down the slope - the robbery was over.

Grabbing land is actually a kind of positive feedback behavior, after winning a piece of land, you will immediately feel that your territory is larger, rather than investing a sum of money and having to wait for production and sales to return funds.

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

Things are moving much faster than Batman could have imagined in front of the screen, and he has only been in the Batcave for two days, and the whole of Gotham Midtown is in chaos, and the problem is that the main players in this war are still enjoying themselves.

That night, Batman, who finally couldn't take it anymore, arrived at the roof 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 fuck did all these heavy weapons come from, like firecrackers?

Suddenly, Batman remembered a figure he hadn't seen on the surveillance screen for a long time, and after a moment's thought, he jumped off the roof.

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

The harley clown crossed her arms, stretched out a hand and slapped the table vigorously, and said to the person opposite: "I advise you not to be ignorant, this is our last batch of machine guns, if you don't want it, I will send it to your nemesis Kensing immediately, when the two streets you just beat down are replaced, don't hide in the bed and cry!" ”

"Don't try to fool us." Hallie sat on the edge of the table, chewing bubble gum and said, "We only accept cash payments, one hand to pay and one hand to deliver, the guy who tried to rob us the day before yesterday, the ashes should have drifted into the ocean." ”

Ten minutes later, a group of people with bodyguards walked out of the room with dark faces, two figures, one big and one small, high-fived and cheered, Harley hugged her arms and raised her face proudly.

"I told you earlier, I'm familiar with this job! In our universe, that's how I made a deal with demons, even demons couldn't run, what waves could they make?! ”

Harley Quinn immediately smiled brightly, and she rushed forward and grabbed Harley's cheek with both hands, then kissed her the cheek twice, and said in a voice that was much sweeter than Harley's.

"God, my little darling, my lovely good daughter, how nice it would be if you were really my daughter, come and let me kiss you again!"

Harley hurriedly pushed her away to keep her dark lipstick from rubbing against her face.

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

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

"She's not your daughter." Batman stepped out from behind the curtain, his eyes falling on the box of bills in front of Harley Harleyn.

"Then you're trying to rob me of my money?! I warn you, Batman, I've earned it myself, and if you dare to rob it, I'll print your headshot in the newspaper and say you're robbing your legitimate income! ”

Harley suddenly tugged Harley Quinn by the 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, and what better business in Gotham than selling arms? ”

Ignoring the chirping Harley Quinquizen, Batman's deep, serious gaze fell on Harley, who pursed her lips, shrugged her shoulders, and said, "You control freak, if you have to know, yes, we're selling arms." ”

Batman gestured to the gun behind her with his eyes, and Harley turned her head to look at it and said, "You want to ask where we got the goods?" At first, Jason contacted a seller, but I felt that this business was a good start, so I 'slightly' expanded the channel. ”

Batman narrowed his eyes and repeated, "Slightly? ”

"Well, I can't hide it from you." Hallie jumped off the table and reached out and patted her chest.

"This is the exclusive sales agent of the Madasic company on the East Coast of the United States."

Then he reached out and patted the Harley Quinn and said: "This, the Atlantic general distributor of the Kharkov Morozov Mechanical Design Bureau." ”

Hallie patted herself, patted Harley Quinn and said, "Together, the two of us are the holders of the highest sales record of Ukrainian medium and heavy weapons in the Americas so far, and it only took less than half a month to set the record!" ”

Harley Quinn nodded vigorously, looking at the same smug expression on the faces of Harley, one big and one small, Batman's brain was buzzing.

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