At some point, a large number of weapons began to flow into the Old City. Although these weapons were outdated and outdated in the eyes of those in the know, for the people in the Old City who were living on the edge of their seats, being able to sell them high-quality weapons at a reasonable price was truly a shocking event!
The whole old town was in an uproar!
The old city is controlled by a large number of gangs, and it is impossible for such weapons to flow in on normal days!
Civilians who were living in poverty and suffering from the oppression and exploitation of gangs gritted their teeth, took out the money they had hidden with great difficulty, and went out of their homes to buy weapons.
The old homeless man still guarded the broken oil drum. Today was a beautiful day. During the rainy season, such good weather was a welcome relief for a homeless man whose life was hard. It meant he wouldn't have to endure the cold and could spend more time searching for food. He was old, and there weren't many jobs for him in the old town. The people who lived there were all poor, a world completely different from the new town.
Until the local gangs came again.
"Old man, it's time to pay this month's salary!" A member of the Falcon family came up to the old homeless man and said angrily. In the past, this group of untouchables would meekly take out their money and various scraps they had accumulated, and he could hand over some of it and secretly keep some for himself.
Resist? Sorry, these poor, untouchable people didn't dare to resist, let alone know how. The entire old city was ruled by Falken and a bunch of gangs that survived in the cracks. Guns were monopolized. How could the untouchables resist? Branches and sticks?
The old homeless man glared and said, "I have already paid it! I gave it to you a few days ago! I can't even afford to eat now, and I pick up garbage to eat every day. All my money and junk are given to you!" He tightened his coat, which was the only good thing he had left.
"What? You gave it to me? How come I didn't know? Then you hand it over again." The gangster sneered and cursed in his heart that it was ridiculous.
The old tramp's face flushed red as he looked at the other person with hatred. He pursed his lips and reached into his pocket, feeling the cold metal, which gave him a sense of security.
"If Falcone were still alive, at least he wouldn't bother to rob the poor..."
"What did you say?" The thug was a little surprised. He picked his ears and pulled out his gun. "Are you complaining? You don't want to live anymore?"
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, like the first shot fired against the Falcon family's brutal rule, echoing throughout the old city. This shot was also engraved in the history of Gotham City and was written about by later generations.
The old tramp tightly grasped the gun he had just bought, his hands trembling, and stared at the fallen gangster with a look of ferocity and fear.
He killed someone! He killed Falcon's lackey!
Coincidentally, Anderson, who had switched careers to become an arms broker, was not far from the old homeless man. He was assigned to the old city by Donnie, and a large amount of arms flowed out of his hands. He heard the noise and hurried over, and saw the old homeless man shooting the other man.
"I... I killed Falken's people..." the old tramp muttered to himself tremblingly.
Anderson watched this rare, even insane, scene unfold before him, and for some reason, he suddenly smiled. Falcon was the underground king of Gotham, the emperor of Old Town, and in Anderson's eyes, an even more formidable behemoth. But that was in the past.
The local tyrant's subordinates, who could bully Anderson not long ago, are now as worthless as garbage on the roadside.
Anderson stared at the old homeless man, especially the gun in his hand, in a daze. He, Anderson, would officially embark on a new path from today on, and there would be no turning back. Otherwise, Falcon would not let him go and would chop him up and feed him to the dogs. His only choice was to follow Donnie's footsteps closely. But this new direction didn't look bad, did it?
"Nice clothes!" Anderson praised, swinging his coat, and turned away with his two new men.
The old homeless man still held the gun, standing there in a daze, not saying a word for a long time. His intuition told him that this was just the beginning, that the arms dealers who appeared in the old city would not stop selling weapons, and more and more poor people would take up arms to resist.
The revolution has begun.
…
The party hosted by Bruce Wayne was in progress, and many local celebrities were attending, including people from both the business and political circles. Even Donny had sneaked in. Many people looked at Donny with strange eyes, but in the end no one said anything.
Even Bruce didn't say anything. As a wealthy man, Bruce was holding a cocktail party to make it lively. Who said that Donny couldn't come?
"Mr. Downey, I heard that you handed over the affairs of the old town to a gangster named Anderson?" Fox took the initiative to come over and chat with Downey, saving him the embarrassment of standing there stupidly.
Downey's actions could not be hidden from the Wayne Group, or rather, from Batman. He secretly dumped weapons to the poor people in the old city and even offered preferential installment payment measures. They would definitely not believe that there was no reason.
"Mr. Fox." Donnie raised his glass and gestured, "Anderson is a very good guy, smart and cunning, enough to handle things over there." He was not afraid that Anderson would mess up. If he couldn't even sell some scattered weapons, he would be too useless to be a mouse.
As for betrayal? Haha, as long as Anderson is sane, he won't betray without hesitation, because he knows that Donny will definitely kill him...
"Miss Pepper just left yesterday. Did you know that Mr. Downey stayed behind just to be in charge of the affairs of the old town? I heard that people die there every day, including poor people and gangsters." Fox's eyes were sharp.
"How can we possibly see the sun if we don't personally break the haze above our heads? I'm just giving them the opportunity to obtain weapons. The power to buy or not is in their hands, as is the power to resist or not. They can of course choose to continue to be good citizens and regularly hand over their property in exchange for Falcon's protection. No one is forcing them to make a choice." Donny's expression was meaningful. "At least it gives the people a chance to resist. It's far more efficient than Batman acting alone. No matter what Batman does, people are still dying in this city every moment. Why not let the people choose for themselves?"
Fox's eyelids twitched and he stared at Donnie, trying to read something in the young man's eyes, but he found nothing. Donnie's expression didn't change at all, as if what he had just said had no underlying meaning.
On the other side of the cocktail party, the Dark Knight Batman and Gotham City's Justice Knight Harvey finally reached a consensus to completely defeat Falcon and the Joker.
"What are you going to do with Mr. Liu? He has hidden all the money of the Falcon family." Harvey looked at Batman seriously.
"I'll go to Hong Kong and bring him back to Gotham." Batman said in a hoarse voice.
"One more thing... The Stark Group is selling arms in the old city. There have been sporadic exchanges of fire and casualties between civilians and gangs."
"It's not the Stark Group that's selling arms, it's Donny himself! He's armed the old city, he's coercing the people, and sending innocent civilians to the battlefield!" Batman stood in the shadows, his tone stern, but his eyes were rarely hesitant. "After I deal with Mr. Liu's matter, I'll find Donny and send him to jail. He shouldn't do this, and innocent people shouldn't become his soldiers... What Gotham City needs is stability, not war... What Gotham needs is you, Harvey, you are the conscience of this city!"
"Xavi, only you can end the evil in this city! Only you!"
PS: I heard that in Avengers 3, the evil god Loki was killed by Thanos within five minutes of the start. I don't know if it's true or not… I didn't expect that the first one to die was the most cunning Loki. I was forcing myself not to read the full version of the spoiler article. It was so painful to endure…