At some point, a large number of weapons began to flow into the entire old town. Although these weapons are old and backward in the eyes of those who know how to do it, in the eyes of those who are precarious in the old city, it is really an earth-shattering thing to be able to sell them weapons of reasonable price and high quality!

The whole Old Town was a sensation!

The old town is controlled by a large number of gangsters, and it is impossible for such weapons to flow in on weekdays!

Civilians who live in poverty and are oppressed and exploited by the gangs grit their teeth and take out the money they have worked so hard to hide, and go out of their homes to buy weapons.

The old homeless man is still guarding the broken oil drum, and the weather is very good today, and in the rainy season, this kind of good weather makes the homeless man who lives a hard life the most happy, which means that he does not have to suffer from the cold, 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, and the people who live here are poor, and the new city is a completely different world.

Until the local gangsters came to the door again.

"Old thing, it's time to pay this month's regular money!" A member of the Falken family stepped up and spoke viciously at the old tramp. In the past, this group of untouchables would meekly take out their money and all kinds of rags they had accumulated, and he could hand over some of them and keep some of them secretly.

Revolt? I'm sorry, but these poor untouchables don't dare to resist, let alone how. The whole old town is ruled by Falken and a bunch of gangsters who survive in the cracks, guns are monopolized, what do the untouchables use to resist? Twigs and sticks?

The old tramp stared: "I've already handed it over!" I handed it over to you a few days ago! I can't even afford to eat now, I pick up garbage to eat every day, and all the money and rags are given to you! He tightened his coat, the only good thing he had left.

"What? Give it to me? I don't know, so you can hand it in again. The thug sneered, and secretly cursed something ridiculous in his heart.

The old tramp's face was flushed, and he looked at each other with hatred, he pursed his lips, and the hand that reached into his pocket touched the coldness of the metal, giving him a little security.

"If Falcone was still there, at least he wouldn't bother to rob the poor of their money......"

"What did you say?" The thug was a little stunned, gouged out his ears, and brazenly pulled out his gun, "Are you complaining?" You don't want to live anymore? ”

Bang!

A gunshot, like the first shot fired against the brutal rule of the Falken family, resounded throughout the Old Town, and this shot was also etched in the history of Gotham City and written by posterity.

The old tramp clutched the gun he had just bought, his hands trembling, and he stared at the fallen thug with a mixture of ferocity and fear.

He killed! Kill Falken's doglegs!

Coincidentally, Anderson, who turned an arms broker, was not far from the old tramp, and he was assigned to the Old Town by Downey, and a large amount of arms flowed out of him. Hearing the sound, he hurriedly ran over and saw the scene of the old homeless man shooting each other.

"I ...... I killed the men of Falken......" the old tramp muttered to himself with a shudder.

Anderson looked at this rare and even crazy scene in front of him, and for some reason, suddenly smiled. Falken is the underground king of Gotham, the emperor of the Old Town, and in Anderson's eyes, he is a great behemoth, but that was before.

The subordinates of the Earth Emperor, who not so long ago could ride on Anderson's head as a prestige, are now as worthless as garbage on the side of the road.

Anderson stared at the old tramp, especially the gun in his hand, and was stunned. He, Anderson, will officially embark on a different path from today and will never look back. Otherwise, Falken would not have let him go, and would have chopped him up and fed to the dogs. Following in Downey's footsteps was his only option. Still, the new direction doesn't look bad, does it?

"Nice clothes!" Anderson praised, flicked his coat, and turned away with his two newly recruited men.

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

The revolution began.

……

A banquet hosted by Bruce Wayne was underway, and many local celebrities were in attendance, including those from both business and political positions. Even Donnie got involved, and many people looked at Donnie with strange eyes, but no one said anything after all.

Even Bruce didn't say anything, Bruce, as a big dog, held a drinking party to be lively, who stipulated that Donnie couldn't enter?

"Mr. Downey, I heard you handed over the affairs of Old Town to a thug named Anderson?" Fox took the initiative to come over and chat with Donnie, saving him the embarrassment of standing stupidly.

Downey's actions can't be hidden from the Wayne Group, or Batman, secretly dumping weapons on the poor people in the Old Town, and even doing preferential measures to pay in installments, if they say nothing, they will definitely not believe it.

"Mr. Fox." Downey raised his glass and gestured, "Anderson is a nice guy, clever and cunning, enough to handle things over there." "He's not afraid that Anderson will mess up, and he won't sell any scattered weapons, and it's too useless to be a mouse.

As for betrayal? Hehehe, as long as Anderson is not in his head, he will not betray at will, because he knows that Donnie will definitely kill him......

"Miss Pepper just left yesterday, and she just didn't know that Mr. Downey had left to take care of the affairs of the Old Town? I heard that there are people dying every day, there are poor people, there are gangsters. Fox had a sharp eye.

"If you don't break the haze above your head with your own hands, how can you see the sun? I'm just giving them the opportunity to get weapons, the power to buy or not to buy is in their hands, and the power to resist or not to resist is also in their hands, of course they can choose to continue to be good citizens, and regularly hand over their belongings in exchange for Falken's protection, and no one forces them to make a choice. Donnie's expression was meaningful, "At least give the people a chance to resist, the efficiency is far better than Batman alone, no matter what Batman does, the city is still dying every moment, why not let the people choose?" ”

Fawkes's eyelids jumped, staring at Donnie, trying to see something in the young man's eyes, but to no avail, Donnie's expression didn't change, as if what he had just said had no underlying meaning.

On the other side of the party, the Dark Knight Batman and Gotham City's Justice Knight Harvey finally came to an agreement to completely defeat Falken and the Joker.

"What are you going to do over there, Mr. Liu? The Falken family's money was hidden by him. Harvey looked at Batman solemnly.

"I'll go to Hong Kong and get him back to Gotham." Batman had a hoarse voice.

"One more thing...... The Stark Group sells arms in the Old Town, and there have been sporadic exchanges of fire and casualties between civilians and gangs. ”

"It's not the Stark Group that sells arms, it's Donnie himself who sells arms! He armed the old city, he coerced the people, sent innocent people to the battlefield! Batman stood in the shadows, his tone stern, but there was a rare hesitation in his eyes, "After dealing with Mr. Liu's affairs, I will go to Donnie and send him to prison." He shouldn't have done that, and innocent people shouldn't have been his fighters...... Gotham City needs stability, not war...... What Gotham needs is you, Harvey, and you are the conscience of the city! ”

"Harvey, only you have the possibility to put an end to the evils of this city! Only you! ”