Chapter 2206: Battle of Two Cities! (Forty-Eight)

Chapter 2180 Battle of Two Cities! (Forty-eight)

Of course it is impossible to decide just like that. No one wants to stay, and everyone is clamoring to leave.

This is also related to the national atmosphere of the United States. Many people say that learning is not competitive here, but in fact, what is competitive here is socializing. Many people say that school ends at 3 pm here, but no one says that after school, you have to participate in six clubs and two community activities.

These clubs and activities are indeed not very tiring and can also train people's social skills, but as long as the starting point of doing these things is not to seek happiness, it must be painful.

Socializing because of personality and hobbies is one thing, and socializing for the purpose of broadening the circle of contacts, squeezing into the upper class, and achieving class crossing is another thing.

There is a standard answer to studying. If you do something wrong in a social situation, you don’t even know where you are wrong. If your parents are also ignorant, the possibility of rising will be completely cut off.

Most American teenagers take the social path. After all, schools basically teach nothing. If you want to be a real scientist, you either have to spend a lot of money on elite education, or you can only rely on your understanding and talent like Peter.

Although most people cannot be called geniuses in psychology, they have some understanding of this since they were young. They know very well how to achieve social suppression. As I said, the principle of social suppression is never to talk about the matter at hand.

"This damn lunatic! He just doesn't like me!" Big Wave started yelling again. She gritted her teeth and said to the baseball cap in the standard Kardashian tone: "You are a typical sexist, right? Do you know that my good figure is worth 200,000 US dollars? That's money you can't earn in your lifetime!"

At this time, the black lady spoke: "Okay, girl, I didn't want to speak before because I think we should focus on the business."

The Penguin Man almost applauded her, but then he heard the black lady say.

"You shouldn't always talk about breasts, buttocks and good figures. This is serious body discrimination. Do you have to link your artificially modified body shape with money? Who do you think you are? Kim Kardashian, that bitch?"

"Hey, don't say that about her." The tattooed man said, "I like her husband very much."

The black lady was like a barrel of explosives that was suddenly ignited. She began to curse Kim Kardashian with a series of black swear words and slangs, and her saliva was about to spray on the face of the Penguin.

But this was just the beginning. The Penguin finally interrupted their quarrel and decided to let all of them go out to inform others. He and Peter stayed to work, but the short-haired girl raised objections again.

"Why should we block the door with cars? We should get some weapons instead of hiding in this hut, as if we are afraid of them."

"It's easy for you to say that, where can we get weapons?" The tattooed man raised his voice and said, "Do you rely on you to bribe those policemen?"

"We should show those policemen some power." Big Wave said again: "I agree, we can't hide here, we must go to the streets to defend our rights."

This was echoed by others. Penguin stretched out his hands helplessly and said to them: "Wait, listen to me first, these security measures are only temporary, to prepare for us to fight for our own rights."

Hearing him say this, the short-haired girl grumbled After a few words without saying anything, the big wave girl flicked her hair and said, "Those two scrapped cars are of no use at all. When I came here, I saw a bus stop at the intersection. We should let the bus driver drive the car over."

"Now our mayor is in danger. He has fallen to this point because he spoke for us. Are we the only ones who stand up to protect him? Why shouldn't the bus driver stand up?"

"That makes sense." The short-haired girl nodded and said, "We are not trying to rob the car. We just let him drive over to temporarily block the back door. This is to defend our collective rights. He has no right to refuse."

"But I see a policeman over there." The tattooed man said hesitantly.

"The bus driver voluntarily drove the car here, can the police still do anything about it?" Big Wave said in a controlled tone: "This is our freedom, why should he do anything about it?"

As they were about to go to the bus stop to find the bus driver, Penguin quickly walked to the door and stopped them, saying: "We should not have a conflict with the police now, after all, no one knows whether they are real police or assassins sent by someone."

Several people immediately showed surprised expressions, and the short-haired girl took a step back in fear, as if they had never thought of this possibility just now.

"Let's call more people first." Penguin still adhered to his plan and said: "I need more people to know what we are doing. Only by spreading our voice can there be greater hope."

In fact, Penguin just saw that the few people who took the initiative to stay were all weird. His rich experience from gang bosses to those who were both black and white gave him superb ability to identify people. Now, except for him and Peter Parker, all the people in the room can only talk.

However, in this case, there can be no higher requirements. The so-called garbage is resources placed in the wrong place. Since you can talk, call more people, there will always be people who can do the work.

Then the Penguin found out that he was wrong.

At the beginning, the few people in the hut did call more people. In less than an afternoon, more than 50 people gathered on the street, and many more were on the way.

The Penguin hopes to eventually organize more than 200 people to protest at the door of the Gotham Police Department. The police department must withdraw the arrest warrant, followed by the city government and the state legislature. Of course, those upper-class companies targeting him cannot be let go.

But the problem is that when there are more people, there are more contradictions. The quarrel between several people in the hut before was completely a condensed version. After the number of people expanded to 50, they split into several factions and began to attack each other crazily.

What's more terrifying is that the environmentalists led by the short-haired girl criticized the people in Hell's Kitchen for pouring dirty water into the river at will, and even using chemicals to wash clothes upstream, so they rushed over with people to beat those standing by the river.

The transgender group represented by Dabolang believed that other people in the group discriminated against them and demanded that they apologize immediately, otherwise they would call a lawyer to take legal action.

The group led by the tattooed man seemed to have a fight with another rock group because of different musical views, and some people's front teeth were beaten out.

The black sister organized a black group and had a fierce verbal confrontation with the white people on the other side, and it was about to develop into a physical confrontation.

The game boy mixed with Gonzalez's group of street boys. They were not aggressive, but just planned to go to the nearby electronic machinery waste treatment plant to exchange some equipment for playing games.

"I warn you again, you bunch of damn transgender sissies, what right do you have to deny our musical taste?!"

"Say it again, I recorded the lyrics just now, I will let the lawyer sue you to bankruptcy!"

"You don't understand what we are doing now! We are fighting for our legal rights, you damn loser! This is the reason for your failure!"

"Be quiet, be quiet, can't we talk?"

"Who wants to be with this group of..."

Bang! ! !

The moment the gunshot sounded, no one reacted. The short-haired girl burst into the first scream, trembling all over and looking at the big wave. At this time, there was a bloody hole in her chest.

Peter immediately pulled a few people around him and ran back. Everyone screamed and dispersed. When the crowd dispersed, Peter found that the man in the peaked cap was holding a gun.

Bang! !

Another shot hit the abandoned tin barrel nearby, and the bullet reflected and hit a man's calf. He screamed and shouted to the person in front: "No, I was shot, he wants to kill me, he wants to kill me!!"

The man in the cap started to shoot indiscriminately, and Peter immediately went around the back of the small house, picked up a piece of tin, and threw it at the man in the cap's head with all his strength.

Because the angle was diagonally behind the cap, it was in his blind spot, so he was not noticed. With a bang, the cap was knocked down.

Gonzalez and Peter and his group rushed up to hold him down, and the police came soon, and the cap was also taken to the police car.

Then people knew that he was an accomplice in a school shooting three days ago. Because the suspicion was very small, and it could even be that he was just a tip-off, so he was only fined community service.

But now it seems that it is very likely that he framed someone else, and he was the real main culprit who fired the gun, and there was no other reason for the crime, just pure revenge on society.

This finally calmed down the group of demons and ghosts, and they were finally able to listen to Penguin's speech in a quiet manner.

Just when Penguin thought that things had improved and began to convey the tasks to them step by step, he realized that this was not the end, but just the beginning.

Short-haired girl thought that Penguin's idea of ​​asking them to protest and march was good, but she firmly did not allow the parade team to use signs made of cardboard and plastic, but must use environmentally friendly cardboard made of secondary recycled pulp.

Otherwise, they would not only refuse to participate in the parade, but also hold a new environmental protection parade here to protest the unenvironmental behavior of the people in Hell's Kitchen.

Although the shot Dabolang was sent to the hospital, other transgender groups demanded that since their group participated in the parade, they must raise their flag. They proposed that the rainbow flag element must be added to the parade team, otherwise they would not only not participate in the parade, but also protest against the discrimination of transgender groups by people here.

The music group represented by the tattooed man believed that they must add rock elements to the parade, perhaps get some musical instruments and car audio, and demanded that the streets where they paraded cancel the silent law.

The black group led by the black sister demanded that Penguin must speak up for the black race, because although the victim, Underkin, was not black, after he fell, two car accidents occurred at the intersection, one of which was an overturned bus with two black people sitting in it.

Everyone asked to express their demands in the parade, and their demands must be the main focus. No matter how Penguin persuaded them, their opening remarks were "Although you are a hero, we...", followed by a series of fierce ideological views.

Penguin finally realized that heroes are not important to them, but they themselves are important to them.

Then Penguin discovered something even more terrifying, that is, he can't run away.

Now it is not a situation where everyone will go home obediently if he calls a halt. The topic of Penguin, the heroic mayor, is getting hotter and hotter. All the ideologicalists who came want to take advantage of the popularity of this topic. They want Penguin to stand on their side and express their demands for them.

Soon Penguin began to face hell questions.

"Mr. Mayor, why don't you answer my question directly? Do you think the environmental issues in Brooklyn are not worth paying attention to?"

"I didn't say..."

"Answer my question directly, Mr. Cobblepot, why can you ignore the harm to the transgender group? She was even shot and she was dying! And you were indifferent. You see how this society persecutes us!"

"Neither did I..."

"I must emphasize to you again, Mr. Mayor, during your term, the employment rate of black people has not improved, which shows that we are still facing serious discrimination problems. You have to give us an explanation."

"I'm not..."

"Why don't you allow the existence of niche art lovers? The strange eyes we face are the bad consequences of lack of education! We need living space! Don't you think so?!"

"I..."

Looking at the Penguin who was surrounded by the crowded crowd, his face flushed but couldn't say a word, Peter wanted to say that he was professionally trained and generally would not laugh unless he couldn't help it.

Peter couldn't help it, and neither did Bruce. The two were as happy as two huskies playing in the snow.

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