Chapter 2314 Gotham Music Festival (End)

Chapter 2345 Gotham Music Festival (End)

The most grand concert in the evening was held as scheduled, but Schiller's silent contribution was indispensable behind it.

After spending half an afternoon, Schiller basically sorted out the relationship between the forces running around in Gotham.

Bruce was misled by him to deal with the FBI, the FBI wanted to deal with Oliver and the KGB, the magician got into trouble with mercenaries and assassins, and the mercenaries and assassins had a deep hatred with the FBI. The primary target of the death knell changed from Spider-Man to Batman, and Batman remained true to his original intention and wanted to strike hard at the FBI.

So they chased one after another, and because of the obstacles of others, no one could catch up with anyone. At the same time, in the process of resolving grievances, a large area was affected, resulting in more grievances, and then falling into a vicious circle.

In this case, taking any radical measures can easily backfire, because no matter which side you attack, the other side will think that you are sent by the other side, and then you will fight more fiercely to seek revenge on the other side.

Schiller's solution was also very simple and efficient - all students in Gotham were given a holiday in advance.

Gotham University's holiday regulations during the music festival stipulate that they can only be given a holiday when there are major events and performances, and they are not allowed to leave the school for safety reasons.

So the concert was held at night, and they could only leave the school at night, but Schiller let them out in the afternoon.

The reason why this method is efficient is that thousands of teenagers were released at the same time with excitement. Once they entered Gotham, the devil would run away.

In the bar on the beach, Lucifer lay in front of the bar and looked at the miserable turnover, sighing helplessly.

At this time, his phone rang. After he picked up the phone, it turned out to be Schiller's voice, but Lucifer could tell that it was not arrogant.

"How did you find time to call me?" Lucifer asked, "Those three unlucky guys have already started giving economic lectures in hell. Leave a way for the demons in our universe to live."

"They are free to do whatever they want, but I called to remind you of one thing. It's better to close your bar now and stop receiving all guests. Don't let them in no matter what."

"Why?" Lucifer asked with some confusion.

"Because a large wave of guests will soon head to the beach."

"Isn't that better?" Lucifer said happily, "Business has been bad in recent days, and I'm worried."

"But they are very crazy."

"More crazy than you?" Lucifer snorted and said, "Didn't you say that as long as you can make money, you can do any business?"

What Lucifer didn't expect was that the phone was hung up directly, as if Schiller didn't want to say another word to him.

Lucifer was a little depressed, but he also had a rebellious mentality. I won't close the bar. I want to see how crazy it can be.

Soon the bar was full of guests. Lucifer saw from their words and deeds that these should be students.

He felt that he could talk to the young people, so he received the guests enthusiastically. At first, it was fine. The guests in the booths drank quietly, and the guests in the dance floor swayed their waists and danced to the music.

But soon, things went wrong.

The men and women in the booths got closer and closer. It was normal to hug each other in the bar, but some people looked like they wanted to communicate at a negative distance.

Lucifer was not a gentleman who had to care about this matter until he saw one of them took out a bag of powder from his pocket.

Although flying leaves was illegal, Lucifer was not a human being after all, let alone a human policeman, so he really didn't care until he was hugged and coaxed to take a sip when he was served.

Lucifer was not a coward, mainly because if God was watching him now, everyone in the bar would be chopped alive by God if he took a sip.

Lucifer declined the invitation and decided to go to the dance floor. As soon as he walked to the edge and was blinded by the light, a girl came up to him. Lucifer turned around and saw that she was naked.

Lucifer was not such a conservative person. He also changed girlfriends faster than changing bars, but the problem was that this girl was covered with Gothic tattoos, her eyes were blurred, and she was unconscious. It was obvious that she was high.

What really made Lucifer retreat was the needle holes that were almost all over her arms. Lucifer had not personally tested whether angels would get AIDS, but he did not intend to test the law.

He walked a little to the middle and was a lot more normal. However, as soon as Lucifer walked to the crowded place, he felt his buttocks being touched. When he turned around, a strong black man looked at him and smiled.

Lucifer glared at him, but thinking that so many guests had come, he was too lazy to argue with him. He walked two steps inside and was directly hugged by a drunk.

Lucifer dodged instantly. He swore that he definitely did not attack the drunkard. It was obvious that this guy was too drunk to stand steadily. But the moment he fell and hit his head on the ground, Lucifer felt like he was standing in the center of the World Boxing Championship stage.

All the people around him made way for the empty space at lightning speed, screaming, shouting, cheering, and some people kept shouting to hit him with a nice left hook, and then a back throw!

Lucifer stood in the middle of the field and was a little helpless. As a result, a hot beauty came up to him, hugged him, kissed him and said, "Old rules, if you win, you can take the party queen away. Come on, handsome guy, let me see what you can do."

Lucifer wanted to say, then I am really good, but the problem is that as a bar owner, he can't fight with his customers in the bar no matter what.

He can definitely win, but it's embarrassing to fight a group of human cubs. If this gets to Michael's ears, he will laugh at him for at least 2000 years.

Lucifer sighed, waved his hand and left. Everyone shouted in disappointment. They thought it was all right, but the drunkard got up and really thought that Lucifer had hit him. He grabbed a bottle from the side and threw it at Lucifer.

Of course, it couldn't hit. The bottle hit the corner of the wall. As a result, there happened to be a high-drinking person lying in the corner, lighting a cigarette. With a swish, the Molotov cocktail ignited half of the bar by chance.

Lucifer's bar is fireproof, but its fireproof method is to isolate the magic energy so that the devil's flame cannot burn here, but because it has almost never done human business, it is not resistant to physical ignition.

Lucifer wanted to wave his hand to put out the fire, but the next second he was knocked off by the girl who rushed over. Others seemed to be having a party, one after another.

Lucifer, who was pressed down, roared: "My bar!!!"

Such a spectacle was happening everywhere in the city. No matter if they were experienced mercenary killers, professional and experienced elite agents, or extraordinary magicians, they were all being chased by this group of crazy teenagers.

It's not impossible to kill them, and it's not difficult to subdue them, but as long as they stop and plan to take some actions, they will inevitably be surrounded, and then the end will be no different from being surrounded by zombies.

The teenagers in Gotham are more powerful than those in other places. On the one hand, the people present may not have as much criminal experience as them, and on the other hand, they have been suppressed in school for too long, and everyone wants to vent their anger. For a while, Gotham was full of clowns, and the wishing well turtles avoided them.

But no matter what, this group of outsiders who made trouble in Gotham City have stopped, and the rest are locals. It's just dangerous for outsiders to make trouble, but the locals' trouble is one of Gotham's tourist attractions, so it can be considered a smooth solution.

At the beginning of the evening concert, all the heavyweight guests arrived, including Schiller, who came with arrogance. This might be the only concert he planned to attend in its entirety.

In every song rising from the ruins, the meaning of the drum beats goes beyond the rhythm, like the morning bell ringing when the misty red sun rises from the ruins. The connotation of the melody is far more than music, like cheering, shouting, and the first cry that has not been eliminated in the long history of evolution.

When humans chase the sun that they can never catch up, the most romantic thing is the footprints.

This concert is the first footprint left by this city that is still learning to walk. It is still far away from the sun and the road under its feet is still long, but what really inspired the ancestors of mankind to learn to run is the wonderful feeling when their soles stepped on the solid soil for the first time.

Schiller stood in the crowd, and when he was in the tower of thinking, he took a little time to adapt himself to the noise that he had never experienced before.

The word "adaptation" would not appear in the life of an autistic person. They cannot break any existing rules of life. Even if their bodies fall to the ground, their souls will fly farther and farther.

There must be something to pull their souls back, so that they are no longer a bird chasing the sun, but a person walking upright. From then on, they have the earth in addition to the sky, and have people walking side by side with them.

Then this isolated island far away from all the continents, when the gravel, springs, and woods converge, the dark mountains standing only in the distance, also create a vibrant garden because of the soil, water and seeds brought by the wind.

Then he can be as pious as ordinary people, thank the greatness of nature, and be as humble as ordinary people, and be satisfied with everything he has.

"I didn't expect this to succeed." Pride said.

"Do you mean we have taken another step towards ordinary people?" Greedy said, leaning on the railing.

"I mean you can make this concert a success." Pride continued: "I thought I would see a ruin when I came back."

"That's not the case." Greedy said.

The next morning after the concert, Pride found that Greed was right.

The good news is that Gotham did not become a ruin.

The bad news is that the Metropolitan Stock Exchange sold 15.2 million shares that day, and the stock price fell by more than 25%.

In the fall of 1996, Black Wednesday arrived, and another Great Depression in the United States began.

(Volume 3·Sun Chasing, End)

Greed: Sloth Rain