Night enveloped everything, a boundless darkness blanketing the earth. Dark clouds drifted across the sky, layer upon layer, slowly obscuring the remaining moon. Looking up, the sky was completely dark, without a single star.
People living in the prosperous new urban area have already fallen asleep, or for a small number of young people, the colorful nightlife has just begun.
In the dilapidated and backward old city, many people moved quietly in the dark, like hunters lurking in the night, waiting for their prey to appear.
This was a group of disheveled people, and it was obvious that their living conditions were not very good. Everyone was holding a weapon, either a hunting rifle or a pistol, and some were holding brand new machine guns and shotguns.
"Are you all here? Falken's gangsters are coming soon." The big man in the lead said softly.
"Are we short on manpower? We lost thirty-seven men in the firefight the day before yesterday, and we're running low on ammunition."
"Don't worry about that. I heard that the people around us told us to wait for the right opportunity. Donny won't give up on us. He has secretly stockpiled a large number of weapons throughout the old city a long time ago! Rumors say that Donny is plotting something. We need to encourage more people to resist Falken. Dawn will definitely come."
"That mechanic? I heard he can mass-produce all kinds of weapons. I wonder if that's true." People were getting excited. After all, people with super powers were rare, especially someone as well-known as Donnie.
"I heard he has a very vicious personality, is that right?"
"He's inciting us to rebel. Does that mean he wants to replace Falcon and become the new gang boss?"
The team was mostly young, chatting among themselves, their faces filled with longing. They were a diverse group of people. There was a leader who looked to be in his forties or fifties, and young men in their seventeens or eighteens. Despite having fought Falcon several times recently, they still couldn't hide their youthful spirit.
"Why should we fight? Why don't we try to make peace with the Falken family?" A young man said hesitantly, a little timidly.
People were silent for a moment, then sneered, mocking the boy's naive ideas.
"If words can solve problems, then what's the point of a gun?" a burly man brandished his brand new firearm. It was the best weapon he'd ever had, and he slept with it every night. He'd recently used it to kill four of Falken's lackeys.
"But my mother told me,
Many problems can be solved by saying sorry in time. He reminded me not to always get into conflicts with others..." His face is still very childish, obviously not yet an adult, and some of his ideas are still very naive.
"Then where is she?"
"He's dead. He died of illness two years ago. I didn't have money to buy medicine..."
"That's right. If everyone in your family could get jobs, unless they were seriously ill, they would receive timely medical treatment... If the Falken family hadn't controlled Old Town, you wouldn't have fallen to this point!" The leader wiped his gun. "Sorry won't work against those thugs like Falken. Only blood can keep them vigilant. The first time they bully you, chop off an arm. The second time, chop off a leg. Then they won't bully you a third time, no matter what. It's a simple principle."
"In this world, using fists to teach them a lesson is far more effective than using words! Only when Falken feels extreme pain will they restrain themselves a little." The leader said, giving the final conclusion to this topic.
People began to quiet down. They waited quietly, holding their weapons tightly, with something called "hope" flashing in their eyes. They were using their own hands to "force" the evil Falken family.
Now, except for some densely populated areas, some marginal areas of the old city have become battlefields - there are abandoned buildings and factories here, which are the most suitable places for "fighting". Many civil resistance groups are mainly active in the marginal areas, except for regularly sending a small number of people to secretly transport food and bullets.
Besides that large tract of land near Arkham, it's rumored to have been purchased by the Wayne Group, which is working tirelessly on it day and night, with heavy trucks delivering materials daily. While the Wayne Group claims to be improving transportation, it's unlikely given the noise, not to mention the tight security surrounding the entire construction site...
In the shadows, the Falken family finally arrived. The rebels had received a tip that some of Falken's scum would be clearing the area tonight, giving them a good opportunity to ambush them.
"Hey, something doesn't seem right. Why are there so many of them?... This, this, this, there are too many people!"
Although there was almost no light at night, occasional light from other areas could still barely reach here across the distance. Under the hazy night, a dense crowd rushed towards their position, accompanied by occasional noises and the barking of dogs.
The leader's face was ashen! How could he not know that they had been betrayed? Or perhaps the information they had bought was flawed!
"Bastard, if he escapes this, no matter who he is, we must catch him and take revenge!" The leader gnashed his teeth in hatred. He held his weapon tightly, and at this moment, only this gun could give him a sense of security.
"What should we do? What should we do? Should we retreat?" People were a little panicked.
The leader yelled, "Be quiet, everyone! You're revealing your position! Listen, I'll stay behind to cover your retreat, and you can take advantage of the chaos to escape! When you get back, you must kill the person who leaked the information!"
People looked at each other in bewilderment. Some whispered that they wanted to stay and fight the scum on the other side, but the leader scolded them again. He decided to stay and buy his comrades time to escape!
Bang bang bang!
Falken's men seemed to have spotted them, and some had already started firing machine guns, mixed with the shrill barking of dogs.
Some faces began to show despair. Rebels had occasionally engaged Falcon in recent days, but the victories were undeniably few, and many had died in the fighting. They hadn't imagined this day would come. They'd already risked their lives with their guns, yet they still hadn't considered dying. They just hadn't imagined their deaths would be so miserable.
The people were clamoring, some simply throwing themselves at the enemy, drawing their weapons and starting to fight back, determined to drag someone down with them even if it meant death. Everyone's face was filled with despair and ferocity; these civilian fighters were ready to fight to the death.
Rumble!
Suddenly, a series of loud explosions erupted, accompanied by a burst of flames that shot skyward, blindingly bright in the pitch-black night. Not far away, in the darkness, a massive creature approached with heavy steps. It was about four or five meters tall, and its weight was so immense that the ground shook slightly with every step it took.
The most important thing is that there is not just one big guy like this, there are many slightly smaller shadows following behind it.
A young man walked over under the stunned gaze of the rebels, stood under the flames that shot up into the sky, looked up at the people who were wailing under the artillery fire, his eyes full of mockery.
"The Joker hasn't killed all of you yet... Falcon only has Maroni left alive. As disgusted as I am, I have to admit that your Falcon family has played an indispensable role in allowing me to reach this point smoothly. Otherwise, I would have had to do a lot of hard work."