Chapter 1670 No Time to Die (Thirty-Three)
The so-called exploitation is actually a phenomenon that occurs when wealth flows upward endlessly without a proper social contract.
After the Gotham gang rules were broken, the most serious consequence was that the interests continued to gather upward without restraint until they 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, rather than someone having to force a certain number of people to death. It is a natural social phenomenon that is bound to occur under such circumstances.
Although the vested interests should be condemned, there will be another batch after killing this batch of vested interests, so it is useless to directly mow down the high-level people in Gotham. Appropriate and stable social rules must be re-established.
To achieve this, we cannot just do it at the bottom, or all actions at the bottom must be to pull down the vested interests at the top, and the simplest way is to reach out and touch their wallets.
The three streets occupied by the Neville family are extremely important economic centers in the Midtown area. Most of the shops here are related to the people's livelihood in Gotham and can provide a steady source of income to the upper class in a very stable manner.
Once the Robins occupied this area, they went in with guns and collected protection fees from door to door. If they didn't pay, no one would live, and no one would open their business. How could the upper class who depended on this place for their blood supply not be anxious?
The biggest advantage of the livelihood-related industries is that they can provide a steady stream of working capital, and the importance of working capital to the group industry is self-evident. Once the working capital is cut off, it is equivalent to the blood transfusion artery being cut off. This is not as simple as taking less money. 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 off, they actively took measures, including but not limited to putting pressure on the police to send police cars to guard the shops; actively contacting families with security protection industries, exchanging interests with them and hiring security guards to clear the streets; letting all the media they controlled speak together and put pressure on the public opinion field; hiring killers to scout the headquarters of the Neville family and attempt to assassinate, etc.
So what effect did these measures have? The answer is that there was no effect.
If these means are used to deal with their business rivals, it is still useful. The most extreme means is to kill the helmsman of the opposite business, take away the benefits when the handover is chaotic, or simply let a group's reputation fall to the bottom, and the capital chain is broken.
But traditional gangs started with extreme violence. Robin and others got heavy weapons to surround the family's base. Those killers who usually only used small pistols to assassinate at banquets have no ability to attack the position. Most of them turned around and left when they saw this scene.
Public opinion attacks are even more useless. I am called a gangster, so I can't do bad things? The best way to deal with moral kidnapping is just a sentence "I am a barbarian."
They can't kill them, and they can't scold them. What else can these families do? Take arms and fight with real swords and guns.
Fortunately, the current Gotham is not too far away from the gangster era, and the inheritance of the gangster has not been completely cut off. There are some materials left over from the previous dynasty in the warehouses of each household. They can be used by digging them out. First, find a way to take back their own industry.
As a result, the neighborhoods within the radiation range of the Neville family seemed to have regressed twenty years overnight. Today you robbed my nightclub with a gun, and tomorrow I will carry a cannon to blow up your bar. Today you come to the fresh food market in my neighborhood to collect protection fees, and tomorrow I will go to your jewelry store to get the money back.
Such frequent fights will cause a problem. The upper-class masters can't always carry guns and cannons to the battlefield by themselves. They must hire people to go, but gang fights are actually equivalent to continuous small-scale street fights. Without professional background and practical experience, it is still difficult to command such small-scale wars.
First of all, you have to know the strategic position of each street, reasonably allocate resources to build fortifications, station troops and food at the right time, arrange guards and attackers, and have a proper pace and rhythm. Only then can you expand outward and gain an advantage while defending the industry.
Most humans in civilized societies who have not received training do not have this skill, and this group of upper-class people who have been pampered for a long time have no chance. Not to mention commanding the battle, they don’t even know how many people they hired and how they fought in each place.
Such a chaotic situation gave the Robins an opportunity to take advantage of. At first, the mercenaries rushed into the streets to occupy the shops, and then attacked the family residence. However, as the fighting went on, it became that the people hired by a certain group rushed into the shops occupied by another group and began to smash and loot crazily.
I don’t know whether it was because the commanders were not good enough, the hired people had no professional qualities, or there was indeed a conflict between the two families, but it was definitely not deliberately led by the Robins. The subsequent fight was completely a random grabbing, and whoever took the shop would own it.
But this led to another problem, that is, the vested interests are actually more profit-seeking than anyone else. The prime location shop that you worked hard to run with an annual income of millions of dollars, I only need to take a gun of several hundred dollars and two rounds of bullets to grab it, so what reason do I have not to grab it? Anyway, everyone is grabbing it now.
The capitalists are like vicious dogs in cages, and the thickest railing on the cage that holds them is called "civilized coat", and once this coat is taken off, they will use their sharp teeth to pierce the necks of all those who hinder them from obtaining benefits without hesitation.
When the profit reaches 1,000%, capitalists will inevitably take risks. But if the profit reaches 1,000% and there is almost no cost, they will go crazy.
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As a result, unprecedented chaos began in Gotham's Midtown. If the shops in the neighborhood of the Neville family could be robbed, 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 heavy guns and rocket launchers. If you go to rob the store next door, even if the clerk has a gun, the resistance will not be more intense than when the Neville family is stationed. Isn't it safer and easier?
This group of vicious dogs, who had tasted the sweetness, took advantage of the small slit the Robins had torn open in their civilized coat, and chose a more direct method of grabbing profits - just rob.
Land grabbing is actually a behavior with very strong positive feedback. Once you capture a piece of land, you will immediately feel that your territory is larger, instead of investing a sum of money and waiting for the funds to be collected from production and sales.
This strong positive feedback and dopamine stimulation are more addictive than any drug. This is why many generals in the history of modern warfare are criticized as war maniacs. Winning wars is really addictive.
The situation developed far faster than Batman in front of the screen imagined. He only 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 enjoying it. in.
That night, Batman finally couldn't stand it anymore and came to the top 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 hell did all these 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 down from the top of the building.
On the second floor of a mansion on Swan Street, not far from Nottingham Street, two figures, one large and one small, were standing in front of a table.
Harley Quinn crossed her arms, stretched out a hand and slapped the table hard, and said to the person opposite: "I advise you not to be disrespectful. This is our last batch of machine guns. If you don't want it, I will send it to you right away." Go to your nemesis Kensing. When the time comes for the two streets you just defeated, don’t hide in bed and cry!”
"Don't try to fool us." Harley sat on the edge of the table and said while chewing bubble gum: "We only accept cash payment, and we pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand. The ashes of the guy who tried to rob us the day before yesterday should have arrived. In the sea."
Ten minutes later, a group of people with bodyguards walked out of the room with dark faces. Two figures, one large and one small, high-fived and cheered. Harry crossed his arms and raised his face proudly.
"I told you, I'm familiar with this job! In our universe, this is how I made a deal with the devil. Even the devil can't escape. What kind of tricks can they make?!"
Harley Quinn immediately showed a bright smile, she rushed forward and held Harley's cheeks with both hands, then kissed her hard twice on the face, and said in a voice that was much sweeter than Harley.
"God, my little baby, my lovely daughter, if only you were really my daughter, come here and let me kiss you again!"
Hallie hurriedly pushed her away to prevent her dark lipstick from rubbing on his face.
Just as the two of them were playing around, Harley Quinn suddenly caught a glimpse of a black figure appearing between the vaguely floating light and shadow on the curtains.
"Batman?! What do you want to do? Are you coming to snatch the biological daughter I just recognized?"
"She is not your daughter." Batman walked out from behind the curtain, his eyes falling on the box of bills in front of Harley Quinn.
"Then you just want to steal my money?! I'm warning you, Batman, I earned this all by 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 said in her ear: "Wait a minute, this doesn't seem to be legal..."
"What nonsense are you talking about?! My dear daughter! This is legal in Gotham. Is there any business in Gotham that is more legal than selling arms?"
Ignoring the chirping Harley Quinn, Batman's deep and serious gaze fell on Harley. Harley pursed her lips, shrugged, and then said: "You control freak, if you really want to know, yes, We are selling arms."
Batman motioned to the gun behind her with his eyes. Harley turned around and said, "You want to ask where we got the goods? At first, Jason contacted a seller, but I think this When the business started, I expanded the channels a little bit.”
Batman narrowed his eyes and repeated, "A little?"
"Okay, I can't hide it from you." Harley jumped down from the table, reached out and patted her chest.
"This is Motorsic's exclusive sales agent on the East Coast of the United States."
Then he reached out and patted Harley Quinn and said: "This is the Atlantic general distributor of the Kharkiv Morozov Mechanical Design Bureau."
Harley patted herself and then Harley Quinn and said, "Together, the two of us hold the record for the highest sales of Ukrainian medium and heavy weapons in the Americas, and it only took less than half a year to set the record. Month time!”
Harley Quinn nodded vigorously. Seeing the identical smug expressions on the faces of the two Harleys, one big and one small, Batman's head was buzzing.