PFC Chapter 3259 Bloody New City (8)
Chapter 3259 Bloody New City (8)
Chapter 3259: Bloody New City (VIII)
"You can't just focus on money!" Ye Yi said, "You need to pay more attention to those poor people. They have a hard time, and it's all because of those rich people you mentioned."
"Of course, this is obvious. If someone is extremely poor, it means that someone is extremely rich. You can go to the slums and stare them out for a whole day. Will this solve the problem?"
"Sir, let's not beat around the bush." Gordon interrupted Schiller and said, "Tell me what you think. If it makes sense, I will try my best to cooperate with you."
"It seems you have faced reality, Mr. Chief."
Gordon sighed and stared at the water in the glass, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he said, "Yes, maybe a few years ago, or maybe decades ago, I realized that there must be some truth, but if it cannot be put into practice, then it is of no use."
"I admire your sobriety, sir, but I still want to ask this gentleman, can the principles you know about not colluding with evil be enough to pay the salaries of your colleagues?"
Nightwing frowned deeply, pursed his lips tightly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be pulled down by something. This embarrassed attitude already explained his answer.
"Of course not." Schiller answered for him, and then he said: "You hate those rats, but your anger and hatred can't make them pay, and even your murderous intentions seem ridiculous to them."
"Under the social system they have established, their malice can be spread unscrupulously, and you will be judged by the law. This is completely unfair. When you have no way to overthrow this system, why do you step into it when you know it is a trap?"
"So what are you going to do?"
"When they have the money, they will never use it to improve the lives of the poor. But it's different when it's in our hands." Schiller used his finger to draw on the surface of the coffee table with water, and then said, "We can't make much money from the poor, so we can only find a way to make money from them."
"They won't pay for us," Gordon said.
"That means you're not making money the right way." Shiller tapped the table with his finger and said, "If you hold on to the GTO tightly, it will be just a useless card that consumes a lot of money but does not play a key role. Only when you play it out can it become a good card."
"But the team's achievements are obvious to all." Nightwing said again: "GTO has significantly improved the law and order situation in Gotham."
"I'm not denying that, but why doesn't it continue to improve?"
Nightwing was speechless. What else could it be? Because he had no money.
"You might as well think carefully about why those who make a living by investing in crime would allow such an organization to improve Gotham's security situation." Schiller smiled and said, "Of course it's because they know that this won't last long."
"The huge impact this team has on public security is due to their sophisticated equipment and scientific training methods, which all cost money."
"The city government doesn't have that much money, and Batman may not be willing to pay. Without money, these people are no different from ordinary police officers. Why should they give you an extra look?"
Nightwing clenched his fists, and the word "frustrated" was written on his face. He seemed to want to argue something, but was stopped by Gordon. Gordon shook his head and said, "Yes, you are right, sir. What do you mean by playing the cards?"
"Some people hope that GTO will die in the silence of poverty, because the cruelest thing in the world is to give you hope and then despair."
"Through this anti-terrorist squad, people at the bottom see hope for improved law and order, and they hope that their lives can continue like this. But I said, without money, this cannot continue."
"The day GTO dies, they will win again. They can tell those who are oppressed by them with a clear conscience that even if a leader who comes once in a century opens a brand new path for you, you cannot protect him. Poverty is your fate, and you have no choice but to accept it."
"They have used this trick thousands of times. All the achievements made by the heroes who stood up have been dismantled and destroyed in this way, which only brings more despair to the people at the bottom."
“In every era, there are angry people who rebel, but in the end they find it difficult to change anything because their hatred is both a sharp blade and a tripwire that hinders their progress.”
"Hatred blinded their eyes, causing them to become enemies of those they considered their enemies regardless of occasion or place, and to risk their lives for this. It was touching, but useless."
"A true revolutionary must always remain angry, but also always remain sober. When we talk about a person's revolutionary nature, it is often not about always being angry and attacking the enemy, but about being able to resolve and tolerate everyone, even the enemy, for the ultimate victory."
"This is the difference between knowing that the truths are correct and putting them into practice. It is also the difference between 'struggle is for peace' and 'struggle is peace and peace is struggle'."
Nightwing looked confused, as if he felt some knowledge passing through his cerebral cortex.
Gordon thought for a moment, and leaving aside the part he didn't understand, he felt that something hanging in the air was slowly descending.
Bruce, who was behind the door of the lounge next door, clenched his fists. He thought of Oliver, who was always so gloomy and angry, without a trace of relaxation, like a beast ready to bite someone's neck at any time.
If he is right, why is he out, and if he is wrong, what is the future of Mexico?
"Okay, let's talk about the details," Schiller said. "If you don't do anything and keep doing what you are doing, it's only a matter of time before the GTO stops. I think you will admit that, right?"
Nightwing came back to his senses, and he instinctively wanted to refute and say that he would not let the team disband, but he thought again, if the man in front of him asked him about specific measures, what could he say?
He knew that what Schiller had said before was right. The reason why this team was different from ordinary police and achieved such good results was that the 30 billion US dollars of natural disaster funds that were once used to clean up Batman's ass were used to establish this team.
This allows GTO to have extremely sophisticated equipment and comprehensive training that ordinary police officers do not have. Of course, the extremely high salary also makes them more willing to work hard and more fearless in their actions.
But if all of this is gone, how much fighting power can they still exert?
Nightwing knew very well that without these, no one would be willing to go to the battlefield. Even he himself would not be willing to let these people go to the battlefield, because without professional equipment, they would be simply seeking death. If he forced them to continue, it would be a disregard for human life.
"That's what I mean. If you keep a card in your hand until the end of the game, it will be meaningless. What we should do is to find the right time to play it and let it play its due value."
Gordon seemed to understand something. He stared at Schiller and said, "Who do you want to pay?"
"Whoever needs this team should pay for it." Schiller looked back without fear.
Gordon felt a little dry in the mouth, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and his fingers grabbed the buttons on his windbreaker and rubbed them back and forth. The breath of anxiety was even more intense than the ultraviolet rays in the entire Gotham.
"You want those rich people to pay? How could they be willing to do that?" Gordon said bitterly, "They just want crime to be more rampant. You said it before, crime is their investment."
“Do you know what the essence of investment is?”
Gordon shook his head.
"It's a zero-sum game," Shiller said. "The value of material things in the world will not increase out of thin air, and neither will the rise and fall occur out of thin air. More water in one cup means less water in another cup."
"In the beginning, they poured the water from the poor man's cup into their own cup, but the poor man's water was also limited, and now there is only the bottom of the cup left."
"And is the cup of water for the rich calm and peaceful? Is the purpose of them doing so many things to gain benefits for their collective?"
Schiller's expression gradually turned cold. He looked at Gordon and said, "That's why I said that GTO is a good card. It's even the trump card you can play at the moment."
"Its existence is like dropping a bomb into the water. Anyone who doesn't want to be blown out and end up in the poor man's cup has to find a way to deal with the bomb."
Gordon unconsciously looked at the water cup on the table. It seemed that the faces of one person after another suddenly appeared there. They always had that hypocritical smile on their faces, looking superior and extremely contemptuous, and always doing things with ease.
Gordon knew that if he threw a stone into the glass of water now, water would splash everywhere, and most of the water in the glass would be spilled out, crawling and sliding on the table with difficulty.
They can no longer return to the cup because there is no room for them. The remaining water in the cup will not welcome them either, and may even be more cruel and vicious to make them disappear forever.
Gordon closed his eyes and sighed in his heart. He seemed to have made an important decision. After a while, he looked up at Schiller and said, "Do you think they will believe me..."
"No, it's not you who should compromise." Schiller suddenly laughed again, which made Gordon feel creepy.
"It's like when you're in a horrific disaster and you're ready to sacrifice yourself, and suddenly someone rolls out a giant birthday cake and tells you it's all a joke."
"Next, you need to contact the high-ranking people you know and tell them that in order to maintain the operation of GTO, the city government needs a new security maintenance fund of about 2 million US dollars."
"One hundred million will be invested in the GTO to maintain its daily operating expenses, and the other hundred million will need to be donated to the mayor's private fund."
"In exchange, the mayor allows the investor to use the GTO to protect his property or his personal safety, and also to accept business employment from him, with the cost of each employment not less than $500 million."
"During the period of the funding relationship, the investor shall not interfere with the management of the GTO, but may provide it with office space, weapons and equipment, vehicles and other security supplies, and may also set up patrol routes for it to protect its industry."
"At the same time, you can also hint to them that some people in the team are short of money and are willing to accept private employment. However, the mayor will take 30% of the commission. As for what to do, it's fine as long as it's not illegal."
Gordon had a complicated expression, while Nightwing widened his eyes and said, "You want to sell the GTO???"
"No, I don't agree!" Nightwing stood up and said, "If they get this team, they will definitely not use it to maintain law and order."
"Yes, they won't. So what do you think they will do with this team?"
"Of course it's bullying the poor!"
"What's the point of bullying the poor? How much money can you make?"
"They... they may use violence to suppress the protesting people..."
"Without this team, they wouldn't have used violence to suppress it?"
Schiller sighed and said, "Judging from the current situation in Gotham, their oppression and exploitation of the poor in Gotham has reached its limit. The various social systems are already able to smoothly and perfectly exploit all the poor. No more power is needed."
"And if at this time they gain a powerful force outside the system, there is no need for them to waste it on oppressing the poor who have already been exploited."
Schiller's tone deepened again, and the tremolo after each syllable seemed to gradually unveil the devil's mask.
"When farmers get shotguns, they won't use them to shoot vegetables in their fields. They'll prefer to aim at their neighbors."