As for what these people planned to do next, Su Ming had no intention of guiding them. Gotham's "vibrant social forces" were only destructive in the most chaotic situations.
Trying to command them the way one commanded an army? Impossible. The street punks' clumsy tactical coordination, weak individual combat ability, and all the little schemes in their heads—any one of those was enough to make General Sherman, who had carried out the Slaughter of Indians, kick open his coffin lid in fury.
Because there was simply no room to command these groups. The proper way to use them was exactly what the big shots eating and drinking now did: tell the underlings whom to hack to death, then scatter them into the streets. That was it.
What drove these thugs had never been honor or some greater cause, but greed and madness. In a way, they could be treated as a zombie horde that could shoot guns and talk.
The only difference was that the former wanted to rise through the ranks or vent their madness, while the latter wanted flesh and human brains.
Watching Scarecrow stagger briskly out of the restaurant, Su Ming rose as well and took his leave. A new round of war in Gotham had begun, and what he needed to do was eliminate Simon Santo under these people's cover.
Since he suspected that this man might have some connection to Darkseid, Strangle needed to have a taste of his brain.
Also, Officer Nakano had become mayor? How had Gordon let an officer who understood so little of human nature walk out of the GCPD building?
Quite a few good cops in the Gotham Police Department had their own styles. Some focused on drug prohibition, some on gun control, and some on banning masks. Nakano alone