Chapter 106: Daylight Nightfire Fools Village

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Chapter 106: Daylight Nightfire Fools Village After the winter in Gotham City passed, the temperature began to warm up. This is one of the few seasons in Gotham where it doesn't rain much. Although the weather is still cloudy and there are no sunny days, and a thin layer of fog always shrouds the city, the weather is still much better than in winter. Mayor Roy's first reform measure after taking office was naturally to regulate Gotham's traffic. Of course, this is not because the previous mayor died in a car accident, but because with the cooperation with other coastal cities, Gotham City has ushered in a new round of development. Various warehouses and supporting facilities have sprung up, and a large number of cargo ships are docked at the port, waiting in line to transport goods in. However, the traffic situation in Gotham can only be described in one sentence - if it had any traffic rules at all, it wouldn't have no traffic rules at all. This has led to a very headache-inducing situation. The capacity of the cargo ships is sufficient. Although the warehouses under construction are still somewhat imperfect, they can actually accommodate those goods. But the problem lies in the on-the-road section from Pier to warehouse. The warehouses belong to different Gang families. Everyone wants to transport goods and basically transport goods 24 hours a day without interruption. But Gotham has no traffic rules and no one says who should go first. The solution to this kind of thing in Gotham is naturally whoever has more guns and more bullets in their guns goes first. But there is another problem. Although the drivers are Gang members, they are not combat members. When two cars are blocked together and Gang members escorting goods start a shootout, drivers and other technical personnel on the car will also be injured. Gotham is already short of such professional personnel. When everyone starts fighting without regard for anything else, the final result is that both sides lose their strength and go to the hospital together. It doesn't matter if they go to the hospital. Their trucks are still lying on the road. As a result, people who come later are even more blocked and cannot move at all. Under this vicious cycle, Gotham's traffic is almost completely paralyzed. Although most of the goods can wait for a few days without any problems, if this continues indefinitely, it will completely burn money - labor costs, warehouse costs, maintenance costs of cargo ships and liquidated damages for delayed delivery. The heads of Twelve Families are losing their hair anxiously. Among them are actually some highly talented college graduates. But everyone has been living in this rotten mud pit of Gotham for so many years that no one realizes where the most important problem of this city lies. When everyone thinks about how to coordinate relationships here, they think about how to deal with other Gangs and make them give way. But everyone wants others to give way to themselves. So no one gives way and everyone gets stuck on the road together. In the final analysis, Gotham is an unordered and chaotic city. The evil order built by Gangs here is essentially still unordered... Fortunately, new mayor Roy is a sensible person. He did not instruct them on what to do when Gangs were most angry. He just let them fight chaotically until they blocked the entire central street and no one could leave. Until Gotham's most important central roundabout and four second-ring intersections were turned into ruins by fighting, Gangs had completely lost their temper. Money was right in front of them but they couldn't get it. No one could make things on cargo ships grow wings and fly to warehouses by themselves - no people, no cars, now even roads are gone. "In the East District, it's the Old Cigarette Gang, and our leader is Cigarette Gun!" "It's someone from the East District's Old Cigarette Gun. Damn, why is it always those poor guys from the East District? Don't the rich folks in the West District with their oily cars drive around anymore?" As soon as she finished speaking, two people rode over on police motorcycles. One of them was wearing a police uniform and lazily saluted before saying impatiently, "Speeding, illegal turning, running a red light. Fine of 300." Glancing at the rocket launcher on their motorcycle, the young man reluctantly paid the fine, and another person who had come with the motorcycle said, "Hello, this is Doyle Towing Company. Do you need towing services?" "Doyle, why is it you? You damn bastard! Why are you wearing a suit? And when did your family start a towing company?" The young man named Doyle straightened his suit tie. It was obvious that the suit he was wearing had been bought yesterday and didn't fit him very well. He leaned against his sports car and lit a cigarette, saying, "Don't talk nonsense. This is a family business passed down for eight generations. Since we're old acquaintances, I'll give you a 30% discount. I'll tow your car to the nearest avenue. You know, only I know which avenue isn't congested. You must be in a hurry to see the factory in the east, right?" In the end, there was no other choice but to seek the old Godfather's help. The leaders of the major families sat at the negotiation table, silent and subdued, knowing that they were in the wrong and being scolded by the formidable old Godfather. Some of Falcone family's men were also present, blocking the road. The situation had become clear - continuing the fight would only worsen things. Soon, not just the roads, but the entire city would be destroyed, and then how would they make money? They would starve to death. The situation had developed to a point where a proper solution was needed to improve traffic in the city. So, on the second Sunday after the weather in Gotham began to warm up, Mayor Roy Brown held a televised speech on Gotham TV. In the screen, Roy was not dressed in a trench coat and a fedora like he was in Chicago, but instead wore a suit with a tie, a flower on his lapel, sitting in his mayor's office, speaking in a calm tone. "Dear citizens of Gotham City, I am your new Mayor Roy Brown, and I believe that most of you already know me." "The main purpose of my speech today is to advocate for compliance with traffic rules and to explain the new city policy that I will be implementing in Gotham." "As we all know, we have come together and made progress in this historic city to reach where we are today. Now, Gotham City is once again facing a revival and a great opportunity for development lies ahead of us." "Therefore, as the mayor, I am proposing a new policy to serve the citizens of Gotham." "The name of this new policy is the 'Gotham Civilized City Development Plan', and its main contents are as follows: starting from tomorrow, the 6 major transportation hubs, 17 main roads, and 22 minor roads in Gotham will begin to implement the 'Gotham Traffic Civility Day Action'." "During this period, there will be professional traffic guides to manage the traffic. I urge all drivers to comply with traffic rules, otherwise, they will bear the consequences." The TV speech ended here, and Bruce turned off the TV. He suddenly had a bad feeling. And as it turned out, Batman's intuition was always accurate, or rather, Gotham's first law was: in Gotham, no matter how correct your intentions, how clever your methods, or how perfect your plans, in the end, they would all turn into a mess. The next day, in the central roundabout of Gotham's downtown area, a flashy painted sports car slowly slowed down, and the person inside rolled down the window and leaned out, whistling at a beautiful woman standing on the street. A hippie youth covered in tattoos shouted loudly, "Hey! Look here, beauty! Check out Gotham's racing kid..." Before he could finish speaking, the girl turned around and threw the cigarette butt on the ground. She picked up the rifle that was behind the street lamp post and fired a shot at the tire of the running car. With a loud bang, the two people in the car were startled. They were about to get angry when the girl walked over with the gun. She looked young, not older than 20, with a good figure and wild dark skin. She lit another cigarette, took out a small notebook from her jeans pocket, flipped her eyelids, and looked up and down at the two stunned people in the car. She said, "Racing kids, right? Irritable, tension headaches with prodromal symptoms of schizophrenia. Recommended treatment period of three months." She scribbled in the notebook as she spoke. After she finished, she tore off the piece of paper and threw it directly into the car. The young man with tattoos all over his body picked up the paper and looked at it. The title read "Arkham Mental Hospital Diagnosis Form." He immediately showed a flattering smile and said, "Sorry, miss, I didn't know you were from Arkham Mental Hospital. How about giving us another one of these?" "By the way, what they said is true, right? We can use this diagnosis form to get some effective medication for headaches." The girl glanced at him up and down and said, "Yes, go to the office of the attending doctor at the hospital within three days for an in-person consultation, and wait for room assignment." "Can I have another one? I think I might have some mental illness too," shouted the other young man. The girl ignored him and took the walkie-talkie from her waist and said, "Fourth Avenue! Fourth Avenue! A modified supercar with a flat left front tire, two passengers. Who are you guys?"

Chapter 106: Daylight Nightfire Fools Village

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