"According to our reporter, the Gotham Police Station carried out an unprecedented large-scale operation last night. Under the personal command of Chief Gordon and Chief Peter, the Gotham Police Station mobilized a large force of 300 people to break into the central area of Ridnairo Island and capture all the gangsters in one fell swoop. It is reported that the police used deterrent weapons in this operation. So far, the results are satisfactory."
The television made a noisy noise. As soon as the beautiful blonde host's voice fell, the scene changed. What came into view was an explosion scene that emitted a dark red light in the darkness. Coupled with the heavily armed police who had broken into the scene, it looked like a war movie.
Then, a group of dusty guys were handcuffed and escorted by fully armed police officers, one by one, into the police cars.
The scene changed again. Chief Gordon, wearing a bulletproof vest, stood in front of the police station and was being interviewed by the reporters. Chief Gordon adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and faced the camera. He spoke loudly.
"We have been closely observing the recent security situation in Gotham City. This operation on the narrow island is just a prelude. I and the entire Gotham Police Station will do our best to restore law and order in Gotham in a short period of time. Everyone, please cooperate with us in the following period of time …"
Kevin casually turned off the television. He was still immersed in the thrilling battle last night. After Saber left, when they attacked the Wurz gang's base, they were met with a wave of counterattacks. Five workers died on the spot. Sergues fired three grenades in a row to break through the gang's defense line. The furious workers took revenge on the spot. In the end, Kevin had to personally lead a team to rescue the gang leader, Wurz, who was almost beaten to death.
After that, they bid farewell to the Gotham Police Station, who were ready to "act", and left the scene. What followed was the scene reported on the television.
"Has the compensation been distributed?"
Kevin picked up the sandwich on his plate. As he ate, he turned his head to look at Sergues, who was sitting beside him. This bald man had now become the second boss of The Devil Gang. In the battle last night, he relied on his crazy fighting spirit to gain everyone's recognition.
Faced with Kevin's question, Sergues, who was munching on a grilled chicken burger, made an OK gesture.
"Joseph personally did it. They are still in a stable mood. Yesterday, they took at least 300,000 RMB from Gambol and Wurz's base. It was said that it was split."
Sergues felt a little regretful. However, when he saw the expression on Kevin's face, he did not dwell on this topic. He scratched his smooth scalp.
"By the way, Boss, many workers came looking for Joseph this morning. They wanted to join the Devil's Gang."
"Hmm?"
Kevin stopped eating his breakfast. The young man wasn't surprised by this outcome. For a long time, although the dockworkers were a large group, they didn't have a representative of their power. The Jamie Gang that was here before was completely a dog tamed by the Falconi Gang. They didn't represent the interests of the dockworkers at all.
After The Devil Gang showed their strong strength and background, and used practical actions to prove that they were different from the other gangs in Gotham, it was understandable that these workers who had been oppressed for a long time would choose to join.
However, this matter was a little sensitive. Kevin knew that his boss Saber's relationship with Wayne Industries was a little delicate. Once The Devil Gang accepted too many members, it was hard to say whether Wayne Industries would be alerted. After all, this was the dock area, and it was the Port Authority, an organization with an official background.
Furthermore, The Devil Gang was still receiving their salary from the Port Authority. Once there were too many people, it would definitely disrupt the normal economic order of the Port Authority.
After thinking about it, Kevin finished the milk on the side, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said to Sergues, "Calm them down first.
"Calm them down first. As for the answer, I'll tell you when I'm back tonight. Oh right, bring Steve and the rest to the narrow island today, especially Arkham Asylum. Boss Syber seems to be very interested in that place."
"Okay, got it. I'll go in a bit."
Kevin drove the car along the main road of the dock area. It was just time for work, but Gotham Dock was already busy. After Wayne Industries decided to develop ocean shipping, more and more ships docked at the dock, and this place was flourishing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Along the way, the workers were chatting and laughing. Some of them recognized Kevin's car. The workers who participated in the battle last night stood by the roadside, watching the black car leave. Some of the young people even waved at Kevin.
This kind of warm treatment was not seen anywhere else in Gotham. However, in any world, no matter where it was, the civilians were tolerant of factors that could improve their living environment. They were not stupid, they knew what was good for them.
The consequences of the security of the dock area being improved could not be seen yet, but after a while, there would be a lot of new residents moving in.
This was a good thing! Wasn't it?
Kevin laughed. For him who grew up on the chaotic narrow island, this kind of scene, this kind of scene that he maintained and created with his own hands, made him feel very satisfied.
While The Devil Gang was growing stronger, in other parts of Gotham, the situation of the gangs was also changing drastically.
Especially after Gambol and Wurz were accurately "beheaded" last night, the forces they left behind in other parts of the city instantly became a big piece of meat that people coveted. The bosses who called them brothers immediately extended a "hand of friendship" to the gang members who lost their bosses in those areas.
After some "small conflicts" that were not easy to describe, in just four hours, Gambol and Wurz's territories were re-divided. The new leader of the Falconi family, Falconi's brother, Maloney, became the biggest winner.
Just from the ferocity and firepower of the gangs when they fought for territory and business, one could foresee that the chaos in the East District, West District, and Lower District would continue for a long time.
The gangs lost the dock area and the narrow island, but they did not lose to the police. They lost to Saber, Kevin, and The Devil Gang. However, what made them happy was that these territories were still taken over by the gangs. At the very least, they did not fall into the hands of the police.
Just as the gangs were celebrating and mourning for poor Gambol and Wurz, in a dark and dirty street at the intersection of Gotham's suburbs and Lower District, the houses here were almost identical to the narrow island. They were all low, dark, and dilapidated buildings. Other than a few people who were in a hurry, most of the people walking on the street were numb.
Dark, dirty, and puddles of water were everywhere. There were no shops, no outsiders, and no one was willing to look at the city's malignant sore. This was the epitome of the stench hidden under Gotham's glamorous appearance, a place forgotten by the entire city.
This was just another narrow island. Yes, this was one of the many slums in Gotham, another hell on earth.
The narrow island had never actually disappeared …
"Bang!"
The door of the room was pushed open, and the last person walked into the room. In the middle of the messy room, there was a table. On top of it was a very clear map drawn with a red pen. There were a few guns on the table, and brass bullets were scattered everywhere. At the edge of the table, there was a stack of strange Joker masks.
A few people sat at the table, smoking and drinking. Their faces were fierce, and they did not look like good people. In the middle of the choking smoke, an old-fashioned tape player was placed in the middle of the map. A low and hoarse voice came from the player.
"Heh, this is my plan. It's simple and easy to understand. Look, I only need 5 capable brothers, and we can make a fortune …"
Even if the voice was recorded on a tape, one could still hear the strangeness in the distorted voice, and a unique trace of madness.
"Oh, haha, I know, you may not believe me, but it's okay … I've given this gift to many people. You can follow my plan and try it at any small bank. If you're lucky enough, if you follow my instructions strictly, absolutely … yes, I promise … there will be no problem! Hahahaha! "
The voice was like the spring water flowing down from the top of the mountain, crashing into the bottom of the valley. At the end of the speech, it rose again.
"But … listen to me, this is just a meeting gift. This is a test. Once we're familiar with each other, I'll choose the best, the most outstanding among all the participants. Then, we'll start the real game!"
"I can guarantee that it will be a fortune that you guys can't even dream of in your lifetime …"
"Do you want to be poor for the rest of your life, or do you want to take a crazy gamble? Let me tell you a little secret, my dear fugitives …"
The voice became deeper and deeper, as if it was really telling a story.
"Do you know what's the rate of bank robberies in Gotham for the past 15 years?"
“24.7%！ My brothers! A quarter … Only a quarter of the people were caught. The rest could get away with the money they stole … Were they really caught by the police? No, they were just unlucky! "
"I know you're tempted … So, why don't you take a gamble?"
"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"
"Cut!"
The sound of the cassette player stopped abruptly at this moment, and the whole room became quiet amidst a burst of bone-chilling laughter. It connected to the last person who came in. The five of them sat at the table, and no one said a word. However, the enlarged blueprint of the central bank in the downtown area, the guns on the blueprint, and the expressions of the people sitting at the table could be seen.
These were enough to prove what these people wanted to do …
"Boss, do you really believe the words of this crazy The Joker? You're not really thinking of using this' plan 'to rob the bank, are you? "
The last person who came in reached for the old tape recorder and flipped it around in his hands. Finally, he saw a poker card stuck behind the recorder. On the card was a hand-drawn, grotesque Joker. His mouth was intentionally painted a frightening red.
Everyone in the lower city knew that this was the unique symbol of The Joker. It was a strange gang that did not have a trump card, and no one knew how many members there were. The only thing that was known was that The Joker was very good at planning all kinds of robberies, but strangely, they never did it themselves. Instead, they used the tape recorder to trick others into doing it.
It was like an evil mastermind hiding in the dark. The worst thing was that the robberies they planned had a very high success rate!
No one spoke, and no one answered the young man's question. About ten seconds later, the bearded middle-aged man finished the wine in his hand. He wiped his mouth, and his eyes were filled with madness.
"Why don't we give it a try, Barney? I think this crazy man's plan is quite feasible."
"The Joker has planned five bank robberies before. Other than the last time when those idiots were too nervous and got caught by the police, the other four times were all successful. If they can do it, why can't we?"
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