Gotham was especially quiet that night. Compared to usual, it really was quiet—the wail of police sirens drowned out everything else.
"Get the hell out here! Weren't you acting all tough?"
"You fucker, get down! This is your only warning!"
The police shouted crude insults.
Handcuffs clicked shut around the gang members' wrists, followed by a kick that sent them sprawling to the ground.
"Damn it, brothers, tonight we are Gotham's justice! We're dealing with evil! If they refuse to surrender, beat them half to death!"
Miao Mu strode through the flashing police lights with a megaphone in hand. The intelligence Gordon had given them was precise enough.
It included detailed information on most gangs, as well as Mafia organizations in other districts. But after taking one look at it, Miao Mu had tossed it into the trash.
Did he need to know who had done what?
No.
After all, not one of those gang scum had a clean ass.
Miao Mu would rather believe that those destitute, barely clothed women on the streets were all virgins
than believe in the morality of gangsters.
So they had to come down hard. A ruthless crackdown!
Anyone who dared resist would be shot on the spot, providing business for Gotham's cemeteries and crematoriums and boosting revenue for the funeral industry.
Did they really think these cops were pushovers they could squeeze whenever they wanted? Miao Mu would blow their balls off.
The liveliest place now was Blackgate Prison. Nygma and Otis were over there with their men, and the prison was packed to the brim.
Curses and shouting had become a chaotic mess.
Before long, plenty of gangs would probably go bankrupt because they could not afford bail.
And at least for a while, Gotham's public safety rate would improve somewhat. In