Wayne Estate.
Bruce·Wayne returned to regular work, continued to sleep at group meetings, and haunted the night, bringing terror to Gotham criminals.
In the folding garage of Batcave, he is debugging a new Batplane, a helicopter type, that Lucius helped him get.
But the propeller is at the back, blowing downward, and the black semicircular carapace looks like a large ladybug.
The Wayne Industries Group set up a new piece of equipment for Department of Defense's new order, but it was obviously not sold.
It was used by Lucius to add equipment to Batman, which did not yet have an artificial intelligence autonomous driving system.
All of these have to be added by Bruce himself.
Moreover, in order to comply with Batman's current urban actions, Bruce specially customized a batch of capture nets.
After all, there are not many vicious incidents nowadays, some extremely bad murders, vandalism, and even bank robberies.
In front of the Gotham Police Department who burst out with all his strength and enthusiasm.
Batman's night operation time is obviously not as good as these main police forces who can be on duty 24 hours a day in black and white.
Especially the quality of this group of young people, even Batman, who has a picky eye, finds it pleasing to the eye.
Although he was rough in what he did, he was really desperate and dared to jump off the seventh floor together with the robber wrapped in explosives.
If Batman hadn't arrived in time, he would have fished for the moon in the water, grabbed the policeman by his collar, and hung a hook around his waist.
Then they performed an aerial bomb disposal, maybe Gotham young police officers were missing another brave soldier.
This earth-shaking change is only for one reason: a way out. Those young people in the slums have no way out at all.
You must know that before Gotham, factories closed down, companies closed down, and the financial industry rapidly improved, resulting in a large number of unemployment.
The most promising career for young people coming out of the slums is probably to become professionals in a well-known gang.
For example, the Roman Falcone's subordinates have reached the sky in one step, but most people still have no way out.
Even with the scholarship fund awarded by Wayne Enterprises, not everyone can go to college, and even life is a problem.
On days when there are no elections or voting, charitable organizations only distribute relief meals once a week.
But now, what is most lacking is people, there are construction sites everywhere.
MW Group, who joined forces with Wayne Enterprises, swallowed up 70% of Gotham's real estate business.
Dozens of branches were established overnight.
Gotham The largest slums, which are also areas in the city center, have all begun a series of reconstruction plans.
Huge amounts of money have been invested crazily, and factories and enterprises that are on the verge of bankruptcy and already dead are kicking open the coffin boards and regaining their second spring.
Those entrenched gangsters seemed to have very little combat effectiveness under the bombardment of workers' shovels and crowbars.
Anything in the way was directly bulldozed by forklifts, and the white powder factory hidden in the slum was directly crushed to pieces by a crawler bulldozer.
In the face of the absolute general trend, any resistance is in vain. A formal job, a salary and food that can support the family.
There are even various kinds of consumption of food, clothing, housing and transportation, which have reduced the basic living standards of millions of people.
The so-called gangs that are deep-rooted and extremely ferocious are just like that. Anyway, capable gangs can be transformed directly.
He became a contractor with a qualification certificate and abiding by laws and regulations.
No way, there is too much money to be made here!
What gangster? We are simple Gotham City people.
I endorse Gotham!
In the past, when selling white powder, you had to be wary of other forces coming to seize your territory, and you also had to worry about gangsters taking advantage of others.
You have to pay protection fees for the money you earn, and the price of white powder is getting worse every year compared with other drugs.
Especially after the Gotham police force became independent, the crackdown on these gangs was even more crazy.
It was like living like a year, and I had to hide under the bed when I slept.
Batman will not kill them, he will just pick them up and throw them in front of the police station.
But those young policemen, who were like wolves and tigers, were not polite at all. They would shoot immediately if they did not raise their hands and surrender after two warnings.
That is, really hanging your head on your belt to make money.
Moreover, I heard that the Harvey Dent prosecutor wanted to restart the Gotham death penalty bill. He even went to the museum in person to see the electrocution chair that had not been used for eighty years.
Gotham's world has changed...
Everyone who reacted started looking for a way out. Even the old professor who was forced to sell white powder due to livelihood problems dug out the design drawings of Gotham Bridge.
I went to a construction company to apply for an architectural designer.
He earns millions a year from selling white powder, and now an architectural design drawing can be worth several years of his life and death.
Happiness is that simple...
It is hard to imagine that a group of shirtless gang bosses with cigarettes in their mouths and tattoos on their arms could seriously study architectural design drawings and even draw them by hand.
False business war, I will see his company bankrupt within three minutes.
In a real business war, on the night before the bidding, all the people from the opposite company were tied up and forcibly merged into their own company.
Explosives are placed on the table and a gun is held to the head. You must sign this word whether you sign it or not!
"Sir, it's time to have breakfast."
Alfred walked out of the elevator carrying a breakfast and shook the bell in his hand.
Bruce patted his hands that were covered in black oil, threw down his pitch black work clothes and walked over.
"Wait, what is this?"
Bruce looked at the cooked corn on the plate with a strange look, with an advertising package on it.
"Gotham Police Department, always guard you! If you encounter a crime, please call the police in time!"
The advertising packaging is made of tin foil, with the abbreviation Gotham Police Department CGPD and the police badge on the front, and several corn recipes on the back.
Easy to make boiled, baked, and popcorn.
On the side is an advertisement for Arkham Supermarket: "Arkham Supermarket prepares the freshest and most healthy corn for you every morning."
"..."
Bruce's expression is very subtle, mainly because he doesn't know how to complain, Alfred prepared this for him.
I probably want him to see it too.
"Speaking of which, this corn is very good. It is grown in a small town in Kansas, and it takes less than 24 hours to be transported to Gotham."
Alfred put food on the table and said, "Maybe you should go out and take a look. The streets are full of advertisements for this kind of corn. Eating corn for breakfast may become a trend."
Bruce picked up the corn, tore off the outer wrapping paper, and looked at the cooked corn, which was cleaned up very cleanly by Alfred.
There are no corn silks at all, and the grains are plump.
"It tastes pretty good. Prepare some for me as a midnight snack." Bruce took a bite and nodded, which was the biggest compliment.
Alfred smiled and said, "Okay, sir."
The other side.
Arkham Supermarket The 41st chain store.
"Give way! Give way!"
An office worker wearing a professional suit squeezed through the surging crowd, amidst the shouts of the sales clerks who had to stand at the checkout counter and direct the scene.
He reached out and grabbed a few corns and slapped them on the cashier counter.
"Check out!"
Outside the supermarket, a primary school student carrying a schoolbag looked at the large poster on the wall with little stars in his eyes.
The poster shows a series of superhero stories launched by a magazine publishing house acquired by MW Group and jointly launched by Daily Planet.
The specific content is Metropolis's Superman deeds, and Gotham's urban legend, the Knight Hidden in the Dark.
It is advertised for sale, so stay tuned!
"Tim! Come on, take it, one for breakfast and one for lunch. I also got you a salad dressing. Dad loves you, but dad is really busy at work..."
Mr. Drake stopped talking and looked at his young son, staring directly at the poster on the wall.
The corn in my arms almost fell off.
He looked up at the poster and was shocked. Apart from anything else, it was indeed handsome, especially the extensive use of colors.
It makes those two mysterious figures appear even greater, one soaring in the blue sky and the other walking in the darkness.
The shocking image is just right, and that man doesn't like heroes, let alone one that really exists?
"Haha, Tim, you should go to school. Dad promises you that he will bring you a comic like this back."
"Really!" Tim was so happy that she almost jumped up.
"Of course it's true. Let me tell you quietly, Dad has two darts left by Batman. Those are the real weapons used by Batman!"
Little Tim's eyes widened.
Mr. Drake was greatly benefited from his son's admiring gaze. His little collecting hobby was still very useful.
Although I just bought it at the time and waited for it to appreciate in value.
"Go to school, and I'll show you when I get home."
"Yes!"
Little Tim hugged the corn and ran out quickly. The school bus was parked on the side of the road, so he didn't worry about anything.
Because there are always police cars parked next to Arkham Supermarket, you can be assured of security.
Mr. Drake looked at his son getting into the car, picked up the corn that he had bought and took a bite, "The taste is okay."
There was already a long queue at the entrance of the supermarket in the back.