People always have such a weird idea, that is, when their lives are not satisfactory and cannot be solved, they will focus on other people.

They will like people who live in depression like themselves, and at the same time hate those who live better than themselves.

This is the reason why birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups.

"Why is he so rich?"

"Why can he live in a big house and drive a good car?"

This kind of hatred has no reason, but it is everywhere.

Although many people don’t say it in their hearts, they always subconsciously expect those who are arrogant to fall from high places, fall to similar positions as themselves, or even lower than themselves. They will be complacent and talk about the shady scandals of those high-ranking officials and celebrities.

Then, if one day you tell those struggling on the poverty line that you shouldn't be so poor, your money is all stuffed into the pockets of those you hate.

Haha, what would that be?

No one will know, and no one will know what an angry people will do.

Will there be riots? Will there be parades? Will there be around the city hall, holding up banners, and shouting, "For our hard-earned money"?

All of these may happen... But at this moment, the woman sitting on the screen with a lollipop in her mouth felt that this was not enough at all.

Yes, this is not fun enough, since it's a carnival, it's a little more exciting...so, she brought fireworks to the others.

"Okay, okay, quieter, I know you're angry now, but... I still have a third point." Quinn said slowly.

And this time, the citizens really stopped clamoring, and Gotham became quiet because of Quinn's words.

They were angry and were also extremely expectant to wait for this woman to break out something more violent.

Sure enough, Quinn did not disappoint them, something even more ferocious came... because the roar of helicopters came from the sky.

"The third point: The current Gotham Police Department General Administration has no more weapons... All the guns and all the bullets are all here with me, and now, I will distribute these weapons to you."

As he said that, a package wrapped in thick plastic was left behind in the sky of the dense crowd...

The crowd scattered in panic, and the package fell to the ground... In fact, the helicopter did not have to be too high, so the package just bounced and then lay quietly on the ground.

People gathered up again, looking at the package, and finally, a citizen mustered up the courage to walk over, and he took the package apart...

Inside the package... is a shotgun!

At the same time, not far away, more than a dozen parcels were thrown down, and other helicopters were throwing weapons downwards in other areas of the city.

In addition, some police cars slowly drove into the crowd. They threw some pistols out of the car window, sprinkled magazines and boxed bullets, and let them roll to the feet of citizens. Some people in police uniforms even stuffed grenades directly into the hands of some confused citizens.

"These weapons are now yours... Of course, I will not deduct your principal taxes like your company and ask you to pay a deposit for damages. I just put them on the ground and you can go up and pick them up, of course you can turn a blind eye to them, but I have to remind everyone that there are not so many weapons, so first come first served..."

As he was talking, Quinn raised his hand again and pretended to look at the watch that did not exist on his wrist.

"Oh, by the way, the time for the bank gate to open is coming soon... Ten seconds left: Ten... nine..."

She began to count down lightly, and countdown always had a wonderful magic that could give people a sense of unreasonable tension, just like the countdown before the game, or when your mother started counting in front of you, her mind would be more or less panicked.

So, with the countdown of these 10 seconds, the chaos in Gotham City reached a peak.

One person picked up the gun on the ground... and then the second, the third... and as more and more people picked up the guns, those without weapons seemed to be panicked. Many people rushed to the streets and began to stop the police cars, wanting to ask for some weapons. Of course, more people, with these weapons, rushed towards the banks that had opened the door.

The situation has reached a point where it is impossible to be controlled. People from various branches in Gotham City were anxious to rush to the TV station, but who would have thought that what the woman said seemed to be just trying to attract the attention of the police. She put the weapons on the citizens when the police thought about attacking the TV station.

Sure enough, just as some people said... the string tied to the kite was broken.

The Gotham citizens who have been suppressing their lives seem to have found an outlet for venting. None of them now wonders whether they should first figure out whether the so-called financial statements are real. No one thinks whether it is dangerous to pick up a gun or whether it is illegal to take the money from the bank.

Who will take care of these things?

It's even more cruel. In fact, this group of people hope to have such a crazy outlet for their whole life. Even if you clarify to everyone now, what the financial officer said is not true at all, no one will believe it.

Even if they think it would be dangerous to pick up the gun, and they have never fired the gun, they will pick it up without hesitation. After all, everyone else has taken it, so why can't I take it?

Even if it is illegal to steal money from the bank, what does it matter? After all, the money should be mine. If I break the law, then the rich people who spend all day at the dance will break the law. The law does not sanction them, so why should we sanction us?

In short, ten thousand people have ten thousand reasons to excuse themselves. Once reason is thrown into the crazy vortex, it will be completely exposed in just a few seconds.

......

There was a "bang".

The TV station's studio door was knocked open, and two riot policemen with shields rushed in, followed by a bunch of policemen who were dressed in plain clothes and sneaked out of the hospital.

"Don't move!"

"Raise your hands!"

These people yelled angrily.

However, there was no response.

Gordon held a gun and looked at the empty studio.
Chapter completed!