Chapter 2282: Golden City Late Autumn (Forty-Six)

After Batman accessed the network of this universe, he searched for a lot of information about Barbatos, but he knew that the information that could be found on the Internet was only the tip of the iceberg. If he wanted to go deeper, he could only consult professionals.

He wrote down what Constantine said about the Oxford University researcher. He had never heard that Oxford University had a major in mysticism.

The mysterious sacrificial square that appeared underground made Batman very alert. No matter who the four pillars on it were, they had already revealed their traces in the universe, which proved that they would not be far away from taking action.

The plan in Batman's mind began to take shape gradually.

After the dark energy in the green body of all things was expelled, he gradually calmed down, and then he was almost scared to death by his recklessness and carelessness. How could he forget that this was Gotham, which was the most famous weird place among the three realms and five elements.

Actually, when Pamela found the Green of All Things in order to study plants that can survive in Gotham, the Green of All Things had investigated this city, but he found that this place really rejected the invasion of all green elements. It was not that someone had set up any barriers here, but it seemed that this place was already occupied by something.

Now that I think about it, I am afraid that this strange city is the base of that damn dark dragon in the universe. Barbatos finally let me catch you.

After thinking this through, the Green of All Things no longer entangled. After all, he had just come here and encountered such a series of infuriating things. He wanted to fight and happened to encounter the gathering of underground dark forces. How could there be such a coincidence in the world? Isn't this a trap prepared by Barbatos for him? Even a fool knows that it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

The Green of All Things turned around and wanted to leave, but as I said, the atmosphere has been laid here, is it so easy to leave?

When Schiller gave Nick a look, everyone knew that their good doctor was back. When Nick gave Strange a look, everyone knew that today's matter might not end well. When they found that Loki, who should have been there, was gone, everyone knew that this matter might just be the beginning.

Sure enough, there was a loud bang in the sky, and thunder appeared. After a crackling thunder over the North District of Gotham, a bright space crack lit up, and a hammer fell like a meteor, followed by a strong figure.

"Loki, you damn liar!!!"

The roar echoed over the manor area in the North District. After the fall of Thor's hammer Mjolnir, the power did not decrease. The lightning was strong, and countless bright electric currents flew out along the center of the fall, almost instantly burning the manor area into a scorched earth.

The furious Thor was no less than that. He waved his hammer like crazy. The human buildings were as thin as paper in his hands. Between the dancing of a few lightnings, the gorgeous manor was instantly extinguished.

The gangster boss who was standing on the ground watching the excitement was dumbfounded. I heard that someone's house was on fire. I went over to see that it was my house!

Alberto, standing alone at the window of the second-floor corridor, looked at the lightning and fire in the distance with a cold expression. He took his wife beside him and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Is it okay?"

"You'll be fine here."

Then he looked out the window again and said, "This farce that has lasted for fifty years should end. We will eventually sink to the bottom of the river of history and drown silently."

Before, the great monarch Vandal Savage had a wave of wild consumption in Gotham. In addition to allowing a large amount of funds to flow into the hands of the Wayne Group, the most important thing was to allow the antiques in Savage's hands to flow into the art market.

That was actually the time when the gangs made the most money. They had not completely washed their hands and landed on the shore. The logistics industry had just developed. The means of the underworld and the white world were used together, and the money was like falling from the sky.

Unfortunately, people can never make money beyond their own cognitive scope. Gangs are gangs. Even if we put on the filter of the times, we can only say that the wisdom of the twelve families is one stone, and the old godfather has eight buckets. How can people who have no long-term vision, no high wisdom, no faith and no path not be confused by the pie in the sky?

Money comes too easily, so it is naturally not painful to spend it. When the gang bosses are dominating the art and luxury goods market, and they bid for those seemingly precious and worthy treasures at crazy prices one after another, they never thought that the prosperous antiques and troubled gold in the troubled times, once their prosperous times are over, these cultural relics with only historical value will be fragile and vulnerable.

Replacing a large amount of working capital with antiques means that they can hardly take out money to increase production. The crazier they are, the sooner they will be eliminated. It can be said that the gangs that can still be left now are relatively smart.

The second screening is to wash white and get ashore. In fact, at the beginning of the music festival, a small number of gang bosses have realized that the means of the underworld are not only gradually becoming less useful, but also becoming a stumbling block.

After the society has restored its initial order, certain criminal acts will bring greater troubles. Even if they are enthusiastically investigating the site for a new small commodity processing factory, a subordinate calls to say that a serious fire has occurred on a certain street, killing not only forty or fifty thugs but also more than 100 workers. Who wouldn't have high blood pressure?

Small commodities with Gotham cultural attributes were completely money-printing machines when they were sold in the early stage of the music festival. One factory was equivalent to one more money-printing machine, and if one factory was affected, it would lose hundreds of thousands of dollars in revenue a day.

But gangs have always relied on violence and power to survive. You can't just say no to fighting. The other party has provoked you. As long as you are still a gangster, you can't seek justice from the law, and you can only fight back yourself.

But fighting back wastes manpower and material resources, and affects production. James Gordon will not tolerate your bad habits. If you make too much noise and affect too many people, he will find a fire safety reason to seal up your factory. If you want to get justice from the police by violent means, you really don't need to do anything.

So a very small number of smart and courageous gang bosses, although on the surface they still maintain their status as the leaders of the Twelve Families Gang and respect Falcone, have actually invested the money they earned into legal industries. By the opening of the music festival, they have already laundered a considerable amount of liquid funds.

In contrast, those less sober gang leaders fell into a vicious cycle. Everyone else eats meat, and he can't drink soup, so naturally he has to build a factory.

But they were used to being arrogant and domineering before, and they didn't know how to avoid the sharp edge. The land and money for building the factory were all robbed. The factory was fine when it was built, but when it was built, the enemies came to the door and burned down the people and the house, and they had no way to do anything.

But the more it failed, the more jealous the factory was. Others could make money, and the more they had to find ways to rob others. But the more they robbed others, the more enemies they attracted, and the more they fought.

Gotham is different now. There is social order, and the fruits of economic development can be tilted to the lower classes, and ordinary people can get more legal employment opportunities.

Why put your head on your belt and fight with others when you can set up a stall to sell cold noodles at the train station? You can sell a piece of cold noodles for five dollars and get a thank you from tourists. If you die in a gang fight, the pension may not be this price.

Most ordinary people have a natural wisdom of seeking benefits and avoiding harm in the market. In essence, it is better to live a miserable life than to die well. No one wants to risk their life until the critical moment.

This has led to a large number of young people who should have entered the gang system at this moment to replenish fresh blood for the gang thugs. Those with connections have connections, and those without connections have found ways to sell something on the street. Isn’t it better than joining the gang and shooting guns?

In the eyes of outsiders, gang members are much cooler than street vendors, but the locals of Gotham have disenchanted the gangs ten thousand years ago and deeply realized how cruel and dark it is. So as long as they get a little hope of leaving, they will show their magical powers. If they can leave, they will leave. They should run as far as possible.

This will lead to fewer and fewer people being recruited by orthodox gangs, but the more serious problem is that the asking price for a single person is getting higher and higher.

When everyone around them chooses to live in a social order and can also earn a good income, then those desperate people who are going to risk their lives will naturally weigh the value of their lives.

If I bet my life and still can't earn as much as others working from nine to five, then why don't I sell cold noodles?

So their asking prices are simply lion's mouths in the eyes of the gang bosses, and they are not asking for weekly or monthly wages as before, but more like a fixed price for mercenaries.

Because the gang bosses are busy with other things, there are fewer people willing to join the gangs, and the asking prices are high, so the selection has to be more cautious, but there is no one else in the gang who will do this, so many headhunting organizations, middlemen and brokers have emerged, taking the difference on both sides while pitting these rich fools.

After Gotham's human resources became a complete buyer's market, the money in the hands of these not-so-clear-headed gang bosses went out faster, but they didn't have the ability to be thrifty, and they were exhausted just dealing with various enemies.

By the eve of the music festival, their liquidity had basically been spent, and their economy was shaky.

But they still had one last hope. Although Savage had not made any progress in Gotham, he was a real immortal, and the antiques in his hands were all real.

Now it is not the time for the collapse of the capitalist bubble, and the global economy is stable, so antiques still have a certain market. As long as the antiques bought back from the auction can be sold at a low price, a large amount of funds can be recovered quickly.

But unfortunately, the weather was not good. Odin's messenger brought justice. After Thor broke free from the space rift, he landed in the center of the base camp of the twelve families through a special channel.

What's more coincidental is that thunder is a force that can completely ignore the resistance of physical media as long as the power is enough. In a rage, Thor made a central explosion in all the manors and underground storage rooms. The things inside cannot be said to be intact, but they can only be said to be intact.