Chapter 3248: Bloodied New City (Part 8)

"You can't look at everything with money in mind!" Nightwing said, "You should look more at those who have no money. Their lives are not going well, and this is all thanks to the rich people you speak of."

"Of course, this is an obvious truth. Someone being unimaginably poor means someone is excessively rich. You can go to the slums and stay for a whole day, staring at them until you stare a hole in them. Can that solve the problem?"

"Sir, let's not beat around the bush." Gordon directly interrupted Schiller and said, "Tell me your opinion. If it makes sense, I will cooperate with you as much as possible."

"It seems you have recognized reality, Commissioner."

Gordon sighed, staring at the surface of the water in the cup, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long while, he said, "Yes, perhaps a few years ago, perhaps decades ago, I realized that principles must be principled, but if they cannot be implemented, they are useless."

"I admire your clarity, sir, but I still have to ask this gentleman: can the principle you know of not colluding with evil pay your colleagues' salaries?"

Nightwing frowned deeply. He pursed his lips tightly, the corners of his mouth seeming 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 that group of rats, but your anger and hatred cannot make them pay money. Even your murderous intent seems ridiculous to them."

"Under the social system they established, their malice can be emitted unscrupulously, while yours will be judged by the law. This is completely unfair. In the case where you have no way to overthrow this system, why step into a trap when you know it is ahead?"

"Then what are you going to do?"

"The money is in their hands and will absolutely not be used to improve the lives of the poor, but it would be different if it were in our hands." Schiller used his finger to dip in water and draw on the surface of the coffee table, then said, "You can't make much money from the poor, so you can only find a way to make their money."

"They won't pay for us." Gordon said.

"That's because your way of earning is wrong." Schiller tapped the table lightly with his finger and said, "Hold the GTO tightly in your hands, and it will just be a chicken rib that consumes a lot but doesn't play a key role. Only by hitting it out can it be a good card."

"But the team's achievements are obvious to all." Nightwing spoke again, "The GTO has significantly improved Cat Getan's security situation."

"I don't intend to deny this either, but why doesn't it continue to improve?"

Nightwing couldn't speak either. What else could it be? Because there's no money.

"You might as well think carefully about why those who make a living by investing in crime would let such an organization improve Cat Getan's security situation." Schiller said with a smile, "Of course, it's because they know this cannot last long."

"The huge role this team has played in security stems from their sophisticated equipment and scientific training methods, and these all require burning money."

"City Hall doesn't have that much money, and Batman might not be willing to pay. Without money, this group of people is no different from ordinary police. Why would they bother giving you another look?"

Nightwing's fists clenched. He almost wrote the word "frustrated" on his face. He seemed to want to argue something else, but was pulled by Gordon. Gordon shook his head and said, "Yes, everything you said is right, sir. What do you mean by hitting the card out?"

"Some people hope that the GTO will perish in the silence of poverty, because the cruelest thing in this world is giving you hope and then making you despair."

"The grassroots people saw the hope of improved security through this anti-terrorism squad. They looked forward to days continuing like this, but I said, if there is no money, this is impossible to sustain."

"On the day the GTO perishes, they win again. They can openly tell those oppressed by them that even if a leader rare in a hundred years has opened up a brand new path for you, you can't protect him. Poverty is your destiny. Apart from accepting it, you have no other way."

"They have used such tricks thousands and thousands of times. The achievements created by all the heroes who stood up have been dismantled and perished in this way, only bringing more despair to the grassroots people."

"People full of anger resist in every era, but it is difficult to change all this in the end, because their hatred is both a sharp blade and a stumbling block that hinders their progress."

"Hatred blinds their eyes, making them enemies with those they consider enemies regardless of the occasion and place, and they are willing to die for it, which is moving, but useless."

"A true revolutionary must always remain angry, but also always remain clear-headed. The revolutionary nature of a person we speak of is more often not always carrying anger to strike the enemy, but being able to resolve and accommodate everyone, even the enemy, for the final victory."

"This is the difference between principles being correct principles and letting these principles land. It is also the difference between 'struggle is for peace' and 'struggle is peace, and peace is also struggle'."

Nightwing looked blank. He seemed to feel some knowledge sliding across his cerebral cortex.

Gordon was thoughtful. Putting aside the part he couldn't understand, he felt that some empty things were slowly descending.

And Bruce, behind the door of the lounge next door, clenched his fists. He thought of Oliver, always so deep and angry, without a hint of relaxation, like a beast ready to bite someone's throat at any time.

If he was right, why did he go out of business? If he was wrong, where does Mexico's future lie?

"Alright, let's talk about specific things." Schiller said, "If you stay still and maintain the status quo, the GTO's shutdown is only a matter of time. I think you will admit this, right?"

Nightwing came back to his senses. He instinctively wanted to refute, wanting to say that he wouldn't let this team disband, but he thought, if this person in front of him asked him for specific measures, what could he say?

He knew what Schiller said earlier was right. The reason this team could achieve such good results different from ordinary police was that the 3 billion dollars in natural disaster funds that used to be used to wipe Batman's butt were used to establish this team.

This gave the GTO extremely sophisticated equipment and comprehensive training that ordinary police didn't have. Of course, the extremely high salary also made them more willing to sell their lives and be more fearless in action.

But if all this were gone, how much combat effectiveness could they still exert?

Nightwing knew very well that without these, I'm afraid no one would be willing to go to the battlefield again, and even he himself wouldn't be willing to let these people go to the battlefield, because without professional equipment, it was completely sending them to die. If he insisted on them continuing, that would be disregarding human life.

"This is what I said. A card always stays in your hand. It has no meaning when the card game ends. What we should do is find a suitable time to hit it out and let it exert 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." Schiller also looked back fearlessly.

Gordon felt a bit dry in his throat. His Adam's apple moved up and down, and his fingers also pulled the buttons on his trench coat and rubbed them back and forth. The breath of anxiety was even more intense than the ultraviolet rays of the entire Cat Getan.

"You want that group of rich people to pay? How could they be willing?" Gordon said bitterly, "They wish crime were more rampant. You said it yourself, crime is their investment."

"Do you know what the essence of investment is?"

Gordon shook his head.

"It's a zero-sum game." Schiller said, "The value of matter in the world will not increase out of thin air, and ups and downs will not appear out of thin air. If there is more water in one cup, it means there is less water in another cup."

"At first, they poured all the water in the poor's cup into their own cup, but the water there is also limited. Now there is only the bottom of the cup left."

"And is the water in the rich man's cup calm? Is the purpose of them doing so many things to strive for the interests of their collective?"

Schiller's expression gradually turned cold. He looked at Gordon and said, "That's why I said, the GTO is a good card, even the trump card you can play at present."

"Its existence is like throwing a bomb into the water. Whoever doesn't want to be blown away and fall into the poor man's cup must find a way to solve the bomb."

Gordon couldn't help but look at the water cup on the table. Faces seemed to appear there suddenly, one after another. They always wore that kind of hypocritical smile, high above and extremely contemptuous, always at ease.

Gordon knew that if he threw a stone into the water cup now, it would also splash, and more than half of the water would be splashed out, struggling to crawl and slide on the table.

They couldn't return to the cup because there was no space to accommodate them, and the remaining water in the cup wouldn't welcome them, and would even let them disappear forever more cruelly and viciously.

Gordon closed his eyes and sighed in his heart. He seemed to have made an important decision. After a long while, he looked at Schiller and said, "Do you think they will believe me..."

"No, it's not you who has to compromise." Schiller suddenly smiled again, which made Gordon feel creepy.

"It's as if you were ready to sacrifice yourself in a terrible disaster, but people suddenly pushed out a huge birthday cake from somewhere, telling you that all this was a joke."

"Next, you are going to contact the upper-class people you know and tell them that in order to maintain the operation of the GTO, City Hall needs a new security maintenance fund, about 200 million dollars."

"One hundred million of it will be invested in the GTO to maintain its daily activity expenses, and the other 100 million needs to enter the mayor's private fund through donations."

"In exchange, the mayor allows the investor to call the GTO to protect their industry or ensure their personal safety. At the same time, they can also accept commercial employment from them. The fee for each employment shall not be less than 5 million dollars."

"During the duration of the funding relationship, the investor shall not interfere with the management of the GTO, but can provide it with office space, weapons, equipment, vehicles, and other security duty supplies, and can also formulate patrol routes for it to facilitate the protection of their 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, but the mayor will take a 30% cut of the commission. As for what they do, as long as it's not illegal, it's fine."

Gordon's face was complex, and 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 absolutely not use it to maintain security."

"Yes, they won't. Then what do you think they will use this team for?"

"Of course, to bully the poor!"

"What's the use of bullying the poor? How much money can it make?"

"They... they might use violence to suppress protesting people..."

"Without this team, wouldn't they use violence to suppress them?"

Schiller sighed and said, "Judging from Cat Getan's current situation, their oppression and exploitation of Cat Getan's poor have reached the limit. Various social systems have been able to smoothly, freely, and perfectly squeeze all the poor. No more power is needed."

"And if at this time, they get a powerful force outside the system, they have no need to waste it on oppressing the poor who have already been squeezed dry."

Schiller's tone lowered again, and the tremolo behind every syllable seemed to be gradually uncovering the devil's mask.

"A farmer with a shotgun won't use it to hit the vegetables in the field. They will be more willing—to aim at their neighbors." ===== CHAPTER 3249 =====