Lord Wei and Victor were well aware of the situation, but they didn't pay much attention to it.
Horse flea riots were already a daily scene in the dark United States. At most, there were only minor differences.
In the past, Lord Wei had focused on cracking down on leaders and small gangs who stood out too much, but there was nothing he could do about it.
This wasn't something that could be solved by beating people up. Only employment could reduce the frequency and scale of horse flea riots.
In short, it was still a matter of money (salary and living expenses).
As the saying goes, one knows etiquette when one's food supply is sufficient. Only when one's standard of living is high, would more people care about their moral standards.
If they didn't have money, then don't blame the people of Murica for crowdfunding to buy food.
Superman in the metropolis also noticed this situation, but he couldn't do anything about it.
The people at the bottom who were incited as a whole were the most difficult to deal with.
He could attack the bad guys, but he couldn't beat all the people at the bottom.
After all, everyone in the world knew that Superman was a saint.
All Superman could do was be a firefighter and stop those atrocities that crossed the line.
As a result, he didn't have time to come to the charity party to save people.
In fact, after seeing the second video on TV and mobile phone, Superman was filled with disgust for the people at the charity party.
Although the situation tonight was deliberately caused by the bandits, the root cause was the low bottom line of the upper class of Gotham and the metropolis.
Usually, Superman had already restrained himself and didn't deal with these black-hearted people. At this moment, he wouldn't delay saving civilians to save them.
Moreover, a single spark could start a prairie fire. After the fire started, the group of bandits who started the fire were no longer important.
Even if he killed all of them with one punch, the horse flea riots in the two cities would continue.
It was only until the anger was almost vented that it naturally ended.
On this point, even the Virgin Mary's Superman was the same as Master Wei and Victor. They would not waste their energy on useless things.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be a god praised by the bottom, but a thug for the capitalists.
In the process of this chaos, some drivers unknowingly drove hundreds of cars to hidden places in the two cities.
And most of them were parked in residential areas and the busiest commercial areas.
The former had many residents, and the latter was the target of most people at the bottom.
At this moment, there were many fires in the metropolis, and then a certain chemical storage warehouse in the suburban port was targeted by some clever people, causing a fire and small-scale explosion while being transported.
A pungent smell wafted out from the warehouse, and the smoke was mixed with deflagration chemicals and gases.
This was a sign of extreme danger, and Superman immediately rushed over.
Superman, who was busy fighting fires and rescuing people, no longer had the energy to identify the vehicles on the road one by one. He did not notice that some of the vehicles were lined with thin lead plates, and inside them were timed explosives that had already been activated.
The horse-flea riots in the United States caused a lot of commotion, but the number of deaths in a horse-flea riot that involved hundreds of thousands of people was usually in the single digits. It was rare to see a few hundred deaths.
In the end, the people at the bottom were still very realistic.
If he had the physical strength, he could carry more zero dollars to buy things home. Wouldn't it be better? In the end, there were only a few who were truly focused on fighting and killing.
This was also the reason why Superman and Old Master Wei did not pay much attention to it.
But soon, Old Master Wei received bad news: Joker had appeared on the streets of Gotham City, and with a group of subordinates, he was gathering a crowd that was growing larger and larger.
Old Master Wei looked at the image captured by a police surveillance camera, and saw his old enemy laughing and cursing, and his confident posture, and a strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.
He understood this old enemy of his too well.
Even if there was only one person, he could unknowingly control everyone's every move.
What was more frightening was that this guy did not have the weaknesses of a normal human.
Unlike most supervillains who were brutal, Joker did not kill for pleasure. Everything he did was just a way for him to have fun.
If he could achieve his goal by killing one person or not, then he would not waste time killing hundreds of people.
At this time, the criminals at the charity gala began to capture the "socialites" and put them into the cars of the celebrities in groups.
The waiters at the gala were ordered to drive the cars of the celebrities.
If the waiters didn't want the explosives on the celebrities to activate, they had to drive obediently and not run away.
The criminals, on the other hand, got into the cars that the celebrities had vacated. Many of them were luxury cars with retractable roofs. They were in the middle and on both sides of the cars, and all kinds of guns were pointed at the celebrities, whether intentionally or not.
With such double insurance, it was almost impossible for the celebrities to bribe the waiters to drive away.
Old Master Wei and Victor frowned.
The explosives could block the detonation signal, but the criminals who opened fire couldn't.
Many of the celebrities used bulletproof cars, but they were all asked to roll down their windows.
On the other side, Joker was live on TV again.
A TV crew was held hostage next to him, and they began to broadcast the opening speech of the farce that night.
Joker was all smiles. "Batman, I know you're looking at me. So, I just want to tell you that tonight, our game begins. "
Victor couldn't help but look up at Old Master Wei's face. Hm, he seemed fine. It seemed that Bruce had adjusted his mood quite well recently.
Joker raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and another image appeared on the TV screen. It was a picture of the celebrities' motorcade from the TV helicopter. "These are the party A guests for tonight's game."
He then raised his hand and pointed at the frenzied crowd in front of him. "And they are the party B guests."
Grabbing a rifle from his subordinate next to him, he raised his hand and fired.
The crowd subconsciously fell silent as they looked over.
The Joker raised his voice. "Everyone, the richest party A guests in Gotham City are coming. Have you decided how you're going to 'screw' them?"
The crowd became even quieter. A moment later, it exploded as countless people screamed, "Kill them! Kill them!"
"Hang these slave masters!"
"These rich people deserve to die!"
"None of the party A guests are good people!"
Joker looked back at the camera. "Now, will you save the party A, or will you forgive the party B? Batman, hurry up and tell me. "
Although his last sentence was drowned out by the shouts around him, Old Master Wei, who was staring at his old rival, knew what he was talking about.
Victor glanced at Old Master Wei again and saw that his face … was actually fine. "Well, do you have a plan?"
Old Master Wei shook his head calmly. "No, but it will pass, so there's no point in panicking."
"Then you'd better think of one now, or I'll have to attack the motorcade." A voice rang out from outside the fighter jet.
The two of them looked up and saw Superman, with his red cape fluttering in the wind, slowly descending.
Old Master Wei pursed his lips and opened the front hatch of the fighter jet. "Actually, you can go through the rear hatch. You have access to the fighter jet anyway."
Superman was baffled. "???" What use do I have access to the fighter jet?!
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