After winter in Gotham City has passed, the temperature has begun to warm up. This is a rare season in Gotham that does not rain much. Although the weather is still very cloudy, there are no sunny days at all, and the city is always shrouded in a layer of mist.

But the weather is still much better than in winter.

Mayor Roy's first reform measure after taking office was naturally to manage Gotham's traffic.

Of course, this is not because the last mayor died in a car accident, but because with the cooperation with other coastal cities, Gotham City has ushered in a new round of development, with various warehouses and supporting facilities rising from the ground, and a large number of

Cargo ships are moored at the port, waiting in line to deliver goods.

But Gotham's traffic situation can only be described in one sentence - if it has some traffic rules, it doesn't mean there are no traffic rules at all.

This has led to a very troublesome situation. The cargo ship's transportation capacity is sufficient. Although the warehouse under construction is still somewhat imperfect, it can actually accommodate the goods. However, the problem lies in the transportation from the dock to the warehouse.

on this stretch of road.

The warehouses belong to different gang families, and everyone has to transport goods, and they basically transport goods 24 hours a day. But there are no traffic rules in Gotham, and no one says who should go first. How can this kind of thing be solved in Gotham?

The method is naturally that whoever has more guns and more bullets in the gun will go first.

But there is another problem. Although the driver is also a gang member, he is not a combatant. When two cars are blocked together, the gang members escorting the goods start to fight, and the driver and other technicians in the car will also be injured.

Originally, there was a serious shortage of such professionals in Gotham right now. When everyone started fighting, they ignored everything. The end result was that both parties stopped eating at the same time and went to the hospital to lie down together.

It didn't matter that they entered the hospital, the truck they were transporting goods was still lying on the road. As a result, the people who came after them were even more blocked and couldn't move.

Under such a vicious cycle, Gotham's traffic is almost completely paralyzed. Although waiting for most goods for a few days is not a problem, if it continues like this, it will completely burn money, including labor costs, warehouse costs, and cargo ships.

Maintenance costs and liquidated damages for delayed delivery made the heads of the twelve families lose their hair.

There are actually some top students who graduated from universities among them, but everyone has lived in Gotham for so many years, and no one realizes what the most important problem is in this city. Everyone thinks about how to coordinate the relationships here.

, all he wants to think about is how to deal with other gangsters and make them make way for him.

But everyone wants others to give way to them, so no one gives way, and everyone is blocked on the road together.

After all, Gotham is a disorderly and chaotic city. The evil order here built by gangs is still essentially disordered.

Fortunately, the new mayor Roy is a sensible person. He did not instruct the gangs on what to do when they were at their most angry. He just allowed them to fight into chaos, and finally blocked the entire central street, leaving no one behind.

Want to leave.

Until Gotham's most important center roundabout and four second-ring intersections were reduced to rubble, the gangsters had completely lost their temper. The money was right in front of them, but they couldn't get it, and no one could.

I can't let the things in the cargo ship have wings and fly to the warehouse by myself. There is no one, no cars, and now there is no road.

In the end, I had no choice but to ask the old godfather to come out. When the biggest family leaders sat at the negotiating table, they were all silent. Those who were blocking the road also had goods from the Falcone family. The old godfather's power was still as strong as before.

, the leaders also know that they are in the wrong, and they are basically in a mute state of bowing their heads and being scolded.

The problem is obvious now. If we continue to fight, it will only make the situation worse. By then, not to mention the road, the entire city will be gone. How can they make money? Will they starve to death?

The situation has developed to this point, and this situation indeed requires a proper solution to improve traffic.

So, on the second Sunday when the weather warmed up in Gotham, Mayor Roy Brown held a televised speech on Gotham TV.

Roy on the screen no longer wears a windbreaker and felt hat like he did in Chicago, but looks like a gangster in Gotham, wearing a suit and tie with flowers on his chest. He is sitting in his mayor's office with a calm tone.

said:

"Dear citizens and friends of Gotham City, I am your new mayor Roy Brown. I believe everyone should already know me."

"The main purpose of my speech today is to advocate for everyone to abide by traffic rules and to explain the new municipal administration I will implement in Gotham."

"As we all know, in this ancient city with a long history, we have worked together until today, and now, Gotham City will usher in another renaissance, and a good development opportunity is before everyone.

"

"Therefore, as mayor, I am once again proposing a new municipal administration to serve the citizens of Gotham."

"The name of this new policy is the Gotham Civilized City Construction Plan. The main contents of the plan are: starting from tomorrow, Gotham's 6 major transportation hubs, 17 main roads and 22 secondary main roads will be

Commencement of Operation Gotham Traffic Civility Day."

"During this period, there will be professional traffic guides to divert traffic. Drivers are requested to abide by traffic rules, otherwise they will be responsible for the consequences."

The TV speech ended here. Bruce turned off the TV and suddenly had a bad premonition.

Facts have proved that Batman's intuition has always been accurate, or Gotham's first law is: in Gotham, no matter how correct your starting point is, how brilliant your method is, how perfect your plan is, in the end they can give you the answer.

What you did was a piece of shit.

The next day, on the central roundabout in downtown Gotham, a flashy sports car with spray paint slowly slowed down. The person inside rolled down the window, stuck his head out, and slapped a beautiful woman standing on the street.

Whistling, a hippie young man covered in tattoos shouted: "Hey! That pretty girl! Look here, look at Gotham's racing boy..."

Before he could finish his words, the girl turned around, threw the cigarette butt at her feet, picked up the rifle placed behind the lamppost, and shot the tire of the sports car.

The "bang" explosion startled the two people in the car. Just as they were about to get angry, the girl came over with a gun. She looked young, no more than 20 years old, with a good figure and good skin.

Wild dark color.

She lit another cigarette and held it in her mouth. Then she took out a small book from the pocket of her jeans. She rolled her eyelids and looked at the two people standing in the car up and down. She said, "Race boy, right? Bipolar disorder."

, Nervous headache plus schizophrenia precursor, the recommended treatment period is three months.”

As she talked, she wrote and drew in the notebook. After she finished writing, she tore up the piece of paper and threw it directly into the car. The young man covered with tattoos picked up the piece of paper and looked at it. The title said "Arkham"

Psychiatric Hospital Diagnosis Sheet”.

He immediately showed a flattering smile and said: "Sorry, madam, I didn't know you were an intern at Arkham Asylum. How about giving us another one like this?"

"By the way, what they said is true, right? We can use this diagnosis sheet to prescribe... I mean effective drugs for treating headaches."

The girl looked him up and down again and said, "Yes, go to the hospital's attending doctor's office for an interview within three days and wait for the ward assignment."

"Can I have another one? I think I'm mentally ill too," another young man shouted.

The girl ignored him, took off the walkie-talkie from her waist and said: "Fourth Avenue! Fourth Avenue! A modified supercar with a flat left front tire and two passengers. They are...who do you belong to?"

people?"

"A chain smoker from the East District, our boss is a chain smoker!"

"He's a chain smoker from the East Side. Damn it, why are he a poor guy from the East Side? Don't those rich and oily guys from the West Side stop driving on the streets?"

Not long after she finished speaking, two people came over on a police motorcycle. One of them, wearing a police uniform, gave a perfunctory salute, and then said in a very impatient tone: "Speed, illegal change of direction, running a red light,

Fine 300.”

After looking at the rocket launcher hanging on their motorcycle, the young man reluctantly paid the fine. Then another person who came with the motorcycle also walked over and said: "Hello, Doyle Towing Company, may I ask?

Need towing service?”

"Doyle, why is it you? You damn bastard! Why are you still wearing a suit? And since when did your family have a towing company?"

The young man named Doyle adjusted his suit and tie. It could be seen that his suit must have just been bought yesterday, and it did not fit well.

He leaned on the sports car and lit a cigarette and said: "Don't talk nonsense. This is an ancestral business. Our family has been in this business for eight generations. For the sake of being acquaintances, I will give you a 30% discount and 150 yuan to help you drag it."

Go to the nearest highway, you know, now only I know which highway is not blocked, you should be rushing to the east warehouse to see the factory, right?"

The young man in the car curled his lips and said: "Well, it seems that your boss really thinks highly of you. I will leave this kind of work to you. You can help me drag the car over, and the two of us will walk to Arkham to drive."

medicine."

While they were chatting, the girl turned around and saw a black Mercedes-Benz about to make a U-turn. She picked up the horn on her waist and shouted: "Stop!!! You are violating traffic rules!!!"

Within a few seconds, another shot rang out. The police and the people from the towing company didn't need to move, and they just concluded another business deal.

Continuing along this street, there are two intern doctors at each intersection, responsible for stopping cars and issuing diagnostic certificates. They all hold walkie-talkies. Once a traffic accident is discovered, the police and people from the tow truck company will quickly ride to the road.

The motorcycle arrived at the scene, the car was fined and the towing agreement was signed in one go. The car was taken away from the scene in less than ten minutes.

Of course, this is only on ordinary main roads and intersections far away from the central city. On the six major battlefields close to the central city, the fighting situation is much more intense.

Bruce said to a bodyguard behind him: "Go and stop the red Lamborghini, tell him that he turned wrong just now, go back and drive again, and come to me later to get the diagnosis certificate."

"Also, where is that foul-mouthed guy just now? Take him out and beat him up. Let's just say Wayne beat him up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "whoosh" sound. Bruce took two steps back. Not far in front of him, a car exploded. The driver rolled out and ran out, facing the high platform in the middle of the intersection.

The man holding a rocket launcher shouted: "Are you blind?! I was obviously going straight!! He was changing lanes! He took my seat, why did you hit my car?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the aftermath of the explosion seemed to have hit the car that changed lanes. The hood of the car also made an explosion, and then burst into flames.

The driver who changed lanes also crawled out of the car. The two were about to fight, but they saw that the man on the high platform had reloaded the rockets and was aiming here.

The people left cursing, and soon they met a guy who claimed to be from a towing company. The wreckage of the two cars was quickly taken away from the battlefield.

"Listen!! Get to those sons of bitches on the other side! Are you deaf? It's our turn to go when the light turns green!! Do you hear that?! It's our turn to go!!"

"Haven't you seen the TV show?! Look in my hand! What is this?! Gotham Driver's Manual! See it? You've already gone two rounds! It's our turn next time!!"

From a row of trucks across from the carousel, a tall, thick-set, tattooed man got down. He also held a rifle in his hand. He pointed his middle finger at the yelling man and said, "Your head is full of shit.

?! If you want to go, take the east road first! Then it’s us, you have to wait a while!”

Bruce listened to them exchanging dirty words. He thought hard and found that his genius brain could not find any evidence of the so-called traffic rules that these two people so confidently said.

He asked a bodyguard behind him: "Gotham Driver's Manual? Do you still have this thing? Go get me a copy."

The bodyguard said: "Yes, there is, but it was just printed yesterday, and it is still a handwritten copy. Our mayor seemed to be a little drunk when he wrote this manual..."

But after saying that, he still went to find a car and got a book. Bruce opened it and saw that the bodyguard was indeed right. A pound of vodka would not be so outrageous if he drank less than a sip.
To be continued...