Chapter 1747

Now, Batman knows the ending of Cat Getan gangs.

Mexico-Cat Getan does not have this trouble.

Everyone knows how rotten Mexico is, and everyone knows how rotten Cat Getan is. In Guadalajara, you can miss half of the drug lords and gangs by throwing a punch every ten meters. Doesn't this need the Tathagata Palm to serve?

Cat Getan gangs are very powerful, local gangs are not weak either, and the remaining two parties are also okay. The ruling party has an army in its hands, but this is actually useless at all. The most shocking part of the revolution is that when ninety percent of the people in a country hope for something to succeed, all of this is a paper tiger.

Land used to grow poppies? Confiscated! Controlling the train station to transport drugs? Intercepted! Sending people to guard drug warehouses? Raided! Bribing customs to smuggle? Seized! Bribing protection umbrellas? All shot!

Batman watched as Bruce turned on the happy whack-a-mole mode as soon as he came to power. Judging from his rhythm and strength, he had endured this group of bastards for a long time.

This kind of system is the natural nemesis of large-scale criminal organizations. Even if there are occasional fish that slip through the net or places that haven't been hammered, this group of people has become rats in the sewer, not daring to show their faces at all, and can only hide to do some side jobs.

For example, in the past, Mexican drug lords would go out on the street and choose passersby to shoot at will, and the police had no way to deal with them. Things like publicly taking execution photos, publicly recruiting drug production and trafficking personnel, and large-scale occupation of public transport facilities to transport drugs were as arrogant as if they were the masters of this country.

Now, although it is still impossible to ban all drug production industries in a short time, Bruce hammered them with iron fists. Most drug lords and gangs fled for their lives. If they could run, they would run. Even if there were still those who dared to plant and sell, they were all secret private transactions, never returning to the glory of the whole wharf shipping goods in the past.

Its essence lies in reversing wrong social values, letting the public see that illegal crime industries cannot support the country, and it is not that you can be truly free and easy for a lifetime without paying a price for whatever makes money fast.

The core of Bruce's plan is two words—fishing.

Aren't Cat Getan gangs very capable? Then throw a big bait first, using the condition of controlling the entire country, which cannot be refused, to lure them over.

Then use the struggle between gangs and gangs to rapidly intensify social contradictions, reaching a degree where there is no means of reconciliation other than revolution, and then erupt in a great revolution in an instant to change the sky.

Cat Getan gangs do not have such a keen sense of smell to realize that huge waves are constantly rolling up from the bottom while winning consecutive victories. They have never looked squarely at the majority of people at the bottom, and therefore, when the storm blew up, no one had time to escape.

Under the deliberate guidance of Bruce's team, this revolution broke out fiercely and rapidly, leaving no time for the illegal crime industry to transfer. When the dust settled, most crime leaders didn't even know what happened. Then if they don't get hit by heavy punches, who does?

The Cat Getan gangs lured over were miserable. Their industries had basically moved here, but they were all confiscated by revolutionary armed personnel overnight.

Angry Mexicans would not distinguish whether you are a gang from outside or a local gang. Bruce also knew that this group of people in Cat Getan was hopeless and there was no need for education at all, so the whole process could be called "repaying hatred with hatred, repaying grievances with grievances." Not long after, there were not many left alive.

This wave, this wave is luring the dog in to kill it.

Batman was shocked by the series of operations of this excellent graduate, and also had some irrepressible envy—whack-a-mole is really happy. He endured much longer than Bruce.

And even more shocked than Batman were Damian, little Bruce, and Spider-Man who saw the newspaper.

It is not strange for the three of them to get together. Cat Getan is like a funnel. People without ability will slide down infinitely, and the space below is actually not large.

Simply put, these three children went through several reincarnations and all ended up in the worst-conditioned neighborhoods, so they naturally bumped into each other.

Damian and little Bruce both have strong detective talents, and Spider-Man was not a person of this era originally, so his language and behavior were a bit different from other children, and they easily recognized each other.

Then it was "fellow villagers see fellow villagers, two eyes full of tears." It was not because of any homesickness, but just because they looked at each other and found that everyone was living too miserably.

Little Bruce was originally a rich young master whose parents had just died not long ago. Let alone the bottom of Cat Getan, his daily life had never left the manor area where the rich and noble lived, and he also belonged to falling into the sunset king shrimp pond.

Damian was slightly better than him. After all, he came out of the League of Assassins. Things like scouting, picking locks, and prying doors, he could do, and the level was not low.

But his thinking had problems. He wanted to run before he learned to walk, holding his breath to compare with Batman, and even wanted to maintain gang order.

And after witnessing the miserable situation of children at the bottom, he received no small stimulation. Confusion plus bad luck, he also stepped into a vicious cycle.

Spider-Man's situation was worse than theirs. Not only was the hell start, but there was also a Joker nearby engaging in personal vendettas. Just resisting those mental pollutions had exhausted all his strength.

Therefore, the fairy tale did not happen. Spider-Man died several times, constantly encountering people he wanted to save but couldn't, and his mental and physical state became worse and worse, also entering a dead cycle.

Just like that, the three met at the very bottom of Cat Getan's slums, speechless, full of hot tears.

But having companions who could understand their situation was indeed much better than wandering alone and constantly falling. The courage that was originally left was finally added to again. The three supported each other and struggled to survive at the bottom, barely able to live.

But the information in the newspaper gave them another blow to the head.

Although they didn't know the child Bruce had now become, Damian knew Diana and Clark from the universe where Bruce was located.

They were still picking up trash and doing black work at the bottom, while Bruce had completely reversed the world situation. No matter how you say it, this is too outrageous, right?

And immediately after, something that made their hearts feel a mix of five flavors happened.

That was originally an ordinary day, but Spider-Man returned to the basement where they lived with a frustrated face. Damian and little Bruce looked up at him, and Spider-Man said.

"The restaurant owner kicked me out. I can't go there to work anymore."

"What's wrong? Did you break a plate or get caught stealing food?"

Spider-Man immediately showed a shy and embarrassed expression on his face. Little Bruce, who had been with him for a while, saw what he was thinking, so he said: "I dare say all the children working in the restaurant are there to steal food. This is not an illegal thing."

"But, but stealing things is also not good. I was because I was too hungry, I really..." Spider-Man sighed deeply and said: "My consciousness was not very clear at that time, I just wanted to fill everything into my mouth, but I really only ate half a piece of leftover bread..."

Damian shook his head and said: "There is actually such a person in this world. After being hungry for three days, stealing food can also only steal half a piece of bread. In a sense, you are better than us."

Spider-Man spread his hands and walked to their side to sit down and said: "Regardless, I can't go tomorrow. Our food can only support two days. What should we do now?"

"I'll go to the thief gang to keep watch at night and can exchange it for some bread." Damian counted with his fingers: "Starting today, each of us reduces our food intake by one-third, which can support us for about three more days, and then you and Bruce both go find work."

The few discussed for a while and had no good way, so they could only tighten their belts and hurry to find work.

But after a few hours, Damian, who originally went out to help the thief gang, also returned with a serious face. Spider-Man, who was organizing food, hurriedly looked up and asked: "What's wrong? Were you bullied?"

Damian shook his head and said: "Of course not, they still rely on me, but the leader of that gang was caught. They might be breaking up."

Suddenly the other two looked at him in surprise. Little Bruce frowned deeply and said: "Caught? Caught by whom? It would be more normal for you to say he was beaten to death."

"I don't know, it's really strange." Damian sat down at the table thoughtfully and said: "Recently, it seems someone is catching children on the street. We might have to be vigilant to avoid being caught by them."

The three became nervous and didn't sleep well all night. Little Bruce originally wanted to go out to find work during the day today, but looking at the empty scene on the street, he didn't dare to go out.

Damian relied on his flexible body and rich experience to go out and turn around twice, but what he brought back was extremely bad news. Many children nearby disappeared for some reason, and the market where they often went to find work was also being demolished.

The three really didn't expect that life, which was already considered to have fallen to the bottom, could go one step further. The food they stored was only enough for two days. If they didn't think of a way to get something to eat, they would starve to death again.

But what was even more terrible than that was that one evening, a loud noise came from the door of the tattered underground base where they lived.

Damian immediately turned over and made a defensive posture, but the weakness of not eating for two days made him dizzy, almost unable to help falling to the ground.

Spider-Man, who was in the best physical condition, barely climbed up and walked carefully to the door, wanting to observe the situation from the crack of the door, but at this time a rough shout came from outside the door.

"Is anyone there? Is anyone there?! Hurry up and open the door, we are from the child shelter facility. If there is anyone, hurry up and open the door!!!"

The three looked at each other and didn't take his words seriously at all. Child shelter facility? I'm afraid it's some organ trafficking organization, right?

Damian made a gesture, and Spider-Man and little Bruce went to move the door-blocking equipment they had prepared long ago. It was a stone slab picked up when demolishing the building, which could just be resisted on the door handle.

The knocking sound outside came continuously, accompanied by talking to himself: "It's really strange. I heard that little boy say there are people here. Could they be trapped inside? Or have they been hungry and fainted long ago?... Forget it, lift the equipment! Prepare to break the door!"

"Bang! Bang bang bang!"

The three huddled in the corner of the wall were filled with indescribable fear. They hadn't been killed by others, but death was always terrifying, especially unknown death.

With the last "bang," the door was finally knocked open, and a group of people wearing strange clothes poured in.

Thus, Damian, little Bruce, and Spider-Man were in a state of confusion, had mineral water and bread stuffed into their hands, were draped in life-saving blankets, and were pushed into an ambulance accompanied by police and reporters.