I don’t know when, a large number of weapons flowed into the entire old city. Although these weapons are old and backward in the eyes of those who know how to be knowledgeable, it is really earth-shaking to sell them with reasonable price and high-quality weapons!

The whole old city was in sensation!

The old city was controlled by a large number of gangs, and it was impossible for such weapons to flow in on weekdays!

The civilians who were struggling and exploited by gangs gritted their teeth and took out the money they had been hiding through hardships and went out of the house to buy weapons.

The old homeless man is still guarding the broken oil barrel. The weather is very good today. During the rainy season, it is the most joyful for the homeless man who has a hard life. This means that he does not have to be frozen and can spend more time looking for food. He is old, not to mention that there is no job for him in the old city. People living here are poor people, and they are two completely different worlds from the new city.

Until the local gangsters came to the door again.

"Old thing, it's time to pay the money for this month!" A member of the Falken family blocked him and said to the old homeless man fiercely. According to the past, this group of untouchables would docilely take out money and various rags he had accumulated. He could hand over some of them and secretly leave some of them.

Resist? Sorry, this group of poor untouchables dare not resist, and they don’t know how to resist. The entire old city was ruled by Falken and a bunch of gangs living in the cracks. The guns were monopolized. What resistance did the untouchables use? Branches and wooden sticks?

The old homeless man stared at his eyes: "I've handed it over! I gave it to you a few days ago! I can't even afford to eat now. I'm picking up garbage every day, and I'll give you all the money and rags!" He tightened his coat, which was the only thing he left.

"What? I gave it to me? Why don't I know? Then you hand it over again." The gangster sneered, cursing something ridiculous in his heart.

The old homeless man's face was flushed and he looked at the other person with hatred. He whispered his lips, and his hand reached into his pocket to touch the cold metal, giving him a little sense of security.

"If Falcone is still there, at least he doesn't want to steal the poor's money..."

"What did you say?" The gangster was a little surprised, dug his ears and pulled out his gun, "Are you complaining? You don't want to live?"

Bang!

A gunshot was like firing the first shot against the brutal rule of the Falken family, resounding throughout the old city. This shot was also engraved in the history of Gotham City and was specially written by later generations.

The old homeless man held the gun he had just bought tightly, his hands trembling, and his ferocity and fear were intertwined with gazes at the fallen gangster.

He killed someone! Kill Falken's dog legs!

Coincidentally, Anderson, who changed his career as an arms agency, was not far from the old homeless man. He was assigned to the old city by Donnie, and a large number of arms flowed out of him. He heard the sound and hurried over and saw the scene of the old homeless man shooting the other party.

"I...I killed Falken's people..." the old homeless man murmured to himself tremblingly.

Anderson looked at the rare or even crazy scene in front of him, and for some reason, he suddenly smiled. Falken was the underground king of Gotham and the emperor of the old city. In Anderson's eyes, he was even more amazing, but that was before.

The subordinates of the local emperor could have ridden on Anderson's head not long ago, but now they are worthless like garbage on the roadside.

Anderson stared at the old homeless man, especially the gun in his hand, and was stunned. He, Anderson, will officially embark on another road from today and will never look back. Otherwise, Falken would not let him go and would definitely chop him up and feed him to the dog. Following Donnie's footsteps was his only choice. However, the new direction does not look bad either, doesn't it?

"The clothes are good!" Anderson praised, swaying his coat, and turning around and leaving with his two men with his new tricks.

The old homeless man was still holding a gun, standing there in a daze, silent for a long time. His intuition told him that this was just the beginning. The arms dealers who appeared in the old city would not stop selling weapons, and more and more poor people would pick up weapons to resist.

The revolution has begun.

...

The banquet hosted by Bruce Wayne is underway, and many local celebrities are participating, including people from both business and political classes. Even Downey has been infiltrated, and many people look at Downey with weird eyes, but no one says anything after all.

Even Bruce didn't say anything. As a big dog, Bruce held a cocktail party and was busy. Who stipulated that Donny could not enter?

"Mr. Donny, I heard that you handed over the old town to a gangster named Anderson?" Fox took the initiative to come over and chat with Donny, saving him from the embarrassment of standing stupidly.

Donnie's actions could not be hidden from Wayne Group, or Batman, secretly dumped weapons to the poor people in the old city, and even made preferential measures to pay installments. If they had nothing to say, they would definitely not believe it.

"Mr. Fox." Donnie raised his glass and said, "Anderson is a very good guy, clever and cunning, enough to handle the matter over there." He was not afraid that Anderson would mess up, and even selling some scattered weapons could not be sold well. Being a mouse would be too useless.

As for betrayal? Hahaha, as long as Anderson has no brain problems, he will not betray him at will, because he knows that Donnie will definitely kill him...

"Miss Pepper just left yesterday, but I didn't know that Mr. Downey stayed to be responsible for the old city. I heard that people were dead there every day, poor people, and gangsters." Fox's eyes were sharp.

"How can you see the sunshine without breaking the haze above your head with your own hands? I just give them the opportunity to obtain weapons. The power to buy or not buy is in their hands, and the power to resist or not is in their hands. Of course, they can choose to continue to be good people, regularly hand over property in exchange for Falken's protection, and no one forces them to make a choice." Donnie's expression was meaningful, "At least, giving the public the opportunity to resist is far better than Batman doing it alone. No matter how Batman does, this city is still dead every moment. Why not let the people choose it themselves?"

Fox's eyelids twitched and stared at Donny, trying to see something from the young man's eyes, but he found nothing. Donny's expression did not change, as if what he said just now had no potential meaning.

On the other side of the cocktail party, Dark Knight Batman and Gotham's Justice Knight Harvey finally reached a consensus to completely defeat Falken and the Joker.

"What are you going to do with Mr. Liu? He hid all the money from the Falken family." Harvey looked at Batman seriously.

"I'll go to Hong Kong and catch him back to Gotham." Batman's voice hoarse.

"One more thing... Stark Group sells arms in the old town, and civilians and gangsters have already experienced sporadic exchanges of fire and casualties."

"It's not Stark Group selling arms, it's Downey himself selling arms! He armed the old city, he coerced the people and sent innocent people to the battlefield!" Batman stood in the shadow, with a stern tone, but his eyes were rarely hesitant, "After dealing with Mr. Liu's affairs, I will go to Downey and send him to prison. He shouldn't do this, innocent people shouldn't be his warriors... What Gotham needs is stability, not war... What Gotham needs is you, Harvey, you are the conscience of this city!"

"Harvey, only you can end the sins of this city! Only you!"
Chapter completed!