Chapter 133: Don't Come Over!

Perhaps war is not a good thing, but after Falcone and Maroni received that recording, they both instinctively made their decision.

"I would rather fight the other side to a definitive end than let my daughter/son hand my family over to an ancestral enemy after my death."

As for the two families joining in marriage?

This was an issue both sides unanimously placed outside the scope of discussion; the reason lies in the words themselves: these two families are "ancestral enemies"—turning weapons into jade is certainly a method that can preserve the power of both families to the greatest extent, but at this moment, neither side wants to stop the war.

Even using the method of exchanging pieces, Falcone was confident he could completely wipe out the Maroni family, and he was certain this was the most effective method at this time; after everything ended, as the winner, he would take the entire pot; while the Maroni family did not expect, nor did they want, Falcone to finally show mercy to them, after all, the youngest son most beloved by the Romans was the culprit who shot both father and son, and the fury of the core family members being slaughtered to the last man ignited Luigi's bloodlust.

One believed he could win, the other absolutely did not want to lose; this caused both sides to fall back into a state of war. Harvey, Gordon, and Bruce's layout slowly advanced; batches of officials and some wealthy individuals who frequently interacted with the two families, supported by the power of both sides, began to rise within various departments, attempting to fill their respective power vacuums, only to quickly end up in prison under the other side's attacks, and so the cycle repeated.

Precisely because of this, Chief Gordon has been so busy recently that he is at his wits' end; he has slept in the police station for a week straight, waking up only to continue processing documents, never having the chance to go home.

"Chief Gordon, the prisons of Gotham City are already stuffed full."

"I know, I know, Du Ke." Chief Gordon, with his nest of hair, pushed aside the mountain of documents on the desk, revealing his deep dark circles and bloodshot eyes: "No, I must find a chance to go to the manor; the flower tea he gave me before leaving is already finished."

Officer Du Ke listened to Gordon's muttering, slightly puzzled: "What flower tea?"

"Nothing, nothing—how many empty spots are left in our prison?"

"Chief Gordon, are you clear-headed? I said it, all the prisons are already stuffed full."

"Sigh, I really should go home and rest immediately. I mean, there must be some spare space, right? How about adding a few beds to some rooms?"

"Chief Gordon, when I said 'stuffed full', I didn't mean it as a figure of speech; I meant it literally."

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On this day, the photo on the front page of the Gotham Daily showed prisoners inside the prison, almost completely cramming every cell like the morning rush hour on the subway, along with guards, armed and tense, supervising the prisoners.

In Wayne Manor, Bruce looked at the picture in this newspaper and fell silent as well.

"As you can see, Mr. Wayne." Chief Gordon sighed, taking another sip of the flower tea in his cup: "To be honest, I am already considering finding some criminals with lighter crimes to serve as prison guards—I have never seen Gotham's prisons this overcrowded in my life."

Bruce thought for a moment and understood Gordon's meaning: "You hope the Wayne Group will convert some vacant buildings into emergency private prisons?"

"I know the Wayne Group has no related business before, but these criminals do need a place to go; letting them work under the supervision of a private prison to exchange labor for sentence reduction, or letting them spend money in the prison, at the very least, will ultimately feedback into the construction of Gotham—this money can become funding for the Wayne Group's Gotham construction plan."

Chief Gordon paused, then continued: "I have only one request: the planning of the prison needs to be participated in by me, Harvey, and you; we hope to ensure that the prisoners in this prison can have a normal living environment for inmates: food that can be eaten, beds that can be slept in, and clothes that can be worn."

"What if the money I earn from the prison is not used for building Gotham?"

"You are the most likely person to use the money for Gotham; handing the prisoners over to you is at least better than handing them over to those listed prison companies whose sole purpose is profit."

Bruce thought for a moment and nodded.

"Your request is very reasonable, Chief Gordon," he said: "I promise you."

Gotham City seems to be getting better recently.

The reason for using the word "seems" is that job positions in Gotham City have recently begun to surge, skyrocket, and increase vigorously; but these positions were all created due to a certain demand.

That is the private prison.

Although Wayne's buildings can meet the housing needs of a large number of prisoners, if this batch of prisoners is to be supervised, it inherently requires enough manpower; precisely because of the countless number of criminals being locked up, the position of "prison guard" has begun to see massive demand.

It sounds like an absurd thing, but this is Gotham, so it doesn't seem too strange after all.

In short, most of the funds Bruce originally planned to invest in Gotham must temporarily be taken out for prison construction; the only thing worth comforting about is that with the money in place, the matter is not difficult to handle; the Wayne Group's engineering team is quite efficient, and the temporarily converted prisons can hold out for a while, buying time for the subsequent construction of large-scale formal prisons.

At the same time, a large number of ordinary citizens of Gotham also began to eagerly apply, joining the prison guard positions, and after completing training, officially taking up their posts to become members of the prison guards—the hourly wage offered by the Wayne Group for this job is 40 US dollars, which is very different from most private prisons that desperately cut costs and suppress prison guard wages.

As for the prisoners in the prison, in order to maximize their contribution to Gotham, District Attorney Harvey helped Bruce with a little planning.

"From today on, you are all members of the Gotham Hey Factory... ahem, the Gotham Temporary Prison; everyone pay attention, collect your own number tags, and do not mistakenly enter someone else's cell."

Inside the temporary prison, a man wearing a prison guard uniform was shouting at the prisoners; with a thin face, fierce gaze, and carrying a bit of special cunning and a cold aura, the criminals who saw him would almost always restrain themselves slightly at the first sight.

Of course, relying on appearance can only bluff some small-time characters; true big shots will not be scared by a face.

"Disaster, calamity star..."

"Damn, it's Ma Ma Zhaodi, mad, I don't want to stay here! I want to change prisons! I want to change prisons!"

"Boss Maroni was cursed into the hospital by him; during the trial that day, it was him who glanced at the boss, and then the boss was shot three times!"

"Carmine still dared to buy photos from him; sigh, I really am a fool; why didn't I stop him back then... now even Sophia has gone to prison."

That's right, all the big shots have heard of Ma Ma Zhaodi's famous name; do not say he looks sinister and ruthless, even if he appears harmless to humans and animals, this group of big shots would only scream that line with a terrified face.

"Don't come over!"

(End of this chapter)