I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 188 Bruce, let's rule Gotham together
"What, stupid?" Harry asked with a faint smile.

Bruce looked in a trance, "You, you know we're hiding here?"

The allegiance ceremony had just ended.

Bruce was shocked, shocked and shocked, not one after another, but non-stop.

He was shocked to see the mayor of Luobo, the city councilors, and the justice.

Hearing the Pentagon representative "discussing business" with Harley, and when Halle promised "business as usual, the profit will only be high but not low", he shocked the scene again.

He thought he was numb, but he was still shocked when several directors of the Wayne Group came out and made some terrible transaction demands.

Gotham is really dark.

But it's not just Harley who is black, but the entire Gotham ruling class.

Bruce fell into a deep autism, and he didn't even notice when the private meeting ended and when Harry came to him.

Looking at the banter on her face, and turning to see the worry on the kitten's face, Bruce suddenly had a thought.

"You deliberately?"

"What intention?" Harry asked knowingly.

"It's not a coincidence, you deliberately arranged this scene. Selena brought me here just to let me see this." Bruce said.

Harry hooked his hands together, "It's freezing outside, come in and talk."

The two jumped off the balcony, entered the small conference room, and sat down by the fireplace before she smiled and said, "You're not too stupid."

"Why?" Selena was also curious.

Harry raised his chin towards Bruce, "Help the Prince of Gotham grow up."

"Stop calling me 'Prince'."

Facing the title of 'Prince' this time, he was more excited than ever.

"Selena, can you lend me your lover for a few minutes?" Harry smiled.

Selena glared at her with a blushing face, and left the small meeting room without asking why.

"Do you know why I kept Copperpot?" Harry asked quietly.

Bruce shook his head.

Harry said: "According to my heart, I should have killed that cunning penguin directly, but old Cammy convinced me with the wisdom he summed up over half a century.

His notion is that there are places in Gotham that are meant to be filled.

Just like a pyramid, if it wants to maintain stability, the foundation stone at the bottom cannot be left blank.

If there is a position, you don't want it, but it can affect your peace and interests.

It would be wise, then, to assign someone you can control to occupy it. "

"I don't understand." Bruce frowned.

"Then do you know how many black and gray industries there are in Gotham?" Harry asked.

"Theft, assassination, Du Ping, smuggling." Bruce shook his head lightly and sighed, "There are so many crimes that I can hardly count them."

Harry said: "People have limited appetite and energy, if they can eat fat meat at the table, they won't go to the garbage dump to compete with wild dogs for bones.

Therefore, when choosing an industry, I will choose assets with high profits, which do not violate the law or wander on the edge of the law.

Like Du Ping and buying and selling people, I will never do it.

But Du Ping's profit was too high.

In Gotham, money can be equated with power and power.

Therefore, I would rather let 'controllable' people run these industries, lest outsiders become my challengers. "

"You can control Copperpot? Even if I haven't seen him, I only know that he is a rebellious and ambitious person after hearing about the things he did." Bruce doubted.

"Isn't Maroni also rebellious and ambitious, always trying to challenge old Cameron? Cobbot is my 'Maroni'."

"What does this have to do with me?" Bruce asked suspiciously.

"Going back to the previous topic, there are positions in Gotham that must be occupied, I have Falcone's position, and Cobett is fighting for Maroney's position.

So, who should replace the court of owls? "Harry smiled.

Bruce's eyes widened, "You, plan to attack the court of owls?"

"Hush, keep your voice down!" Harry lowered his voice and sang mysteriously: "Beware of the court of owls, always watch your travels; watch Gotham City from the dark, hide in the low wall pavilion; live with him at home, lie in the He also exists in the bed; don't mention his name, and the sharp claws will find your head!"

This is Gotham's famous "scary nursery rhyme" that almost everyone has heard.

"Are you sure?" Bruce's eyes flickered and he began to get excited.

"As long as I have the idea, there is always an opportunity."

"What's your plan? Count me in." Bruce said quickly.

"Camey Sr. taught me that before you remove someone from a position, you have to prepare a replacement.

For example, Loeb.

Even though he has no personal enmity with me, he has targeted me twice.

I want to kill him.

But kill Loeb, who will be the chief of police?
I don't mind Gordon taking over, but he won't listen to me.

So, I can only pinch my nose and let his stinky mouth kiss the back of my hand. "

As Harry said, he wiped the back of his right hand on the sofa a few times in disgust.

"You don't want me to replace the Court of Owls, do you?" Bruce said absurdly.

"Do you know what the Court of Owls stands for?" Harry asked.

"Represents Gotham's deepest sin!" Bruce said without hesitation.

Halle shook her head and said, "It represents the union of intellectuals, business elites and political dignitaries.

In fact, they're Gotham's elite.

In the country of the United States, where elites rule the country and ordinary people are raised as pigs by happy education, the court of owls represents the ruling class.

Bruce, think again about your own identity.

Don't call yourself an ordinary Gotham person. "

Bruce looked sluggish, sweat dripping from his brow.

Harley pointed at his nose, and said in a sentence tone: "You are the helm of the largest chaebol in the United States, and you are also an 'owl'.

So, I think you can replace the Court of Owls!

You replace the owl court and become the leader of the 'White Road', and I lead the Hey Road.

Together, you and I, Gotham can become the most beautiful city in America. "

Don't think Harley is fooling 'Batterman'.

She really felt that the help of a cross-dressing hero to Gotham was far less practical than "Mr. Wayne being a rational and smart person".

"Harry, this kind of thinking is a bit evil!" Bruce said with a complicated expression.

"???"

Harley couldn't maintain the cold and arrogant temperament of Miss Hedao, and squeezed out a questioning emoji on her pretty face.

She is really good for Gotham, why is she evil?

Bruce sighed: "Black and white join hands to change Gotham at will.

Gotham can be made better, or it can be made worse.

This kind of rule is based on personal will, isn't it dictatorship?

Gotham belongs to the people of Gotham, and Wayne may be a chaebol, but I don't want to put my will above Gotham.

But you just became the Godfather of Hey Tao, so it's only natural that you think so. "

"Your thinking is a bit strange." Harry said strangely.

Bruce said seriously: "Harry, if you say what you say, you and I will jointly rule Gotham.

So, what's the difference between the two of us, and the meritocracy you hate, the meritocracy, and the court of owls?
We don't fight dragons to make ourselves the next one, do we? "

Harry frowned and said, "That sounds really harsh."

"You think my words are harsh, but I think your words are evil." Bruce actually smiled, "I am greatly relieved. We have different ideas, and finally we can't form an alliance of dictators!"

Harry waved his hands in disinterest, "Forget it, the banquet is about to start, let's go down."

After speaking, she strode out.

Bruce caught up with her and said in a low voice, "Harry, at least we can join forces when it comes to dealing with the Court of Owls."

Harry squinted at him, and said with contempt: "You who refuse to transform into a dragon are not even as good as an elite gunner. What can you do for me?"

"Tell me a name and I'll have Fox monitor his communications."

"Hehe, Bruce, who infringes other people's privacy at will, you really have the potential to become a raptor." Halle sneered.

Bruce smiled bitterly: "Dictatorship and lawlessness, can it be the same?
Dictatorship hurts the people.

If you break the law against criminals, you will hurt yourself. "

"It's a novel theory again, breaking the law against others, how can you get hurt?" Ha Li wondered.

Bruce sighed, "You don't respect the law, that's why you say that.

But I respect and believe in the law. No matter how many flaws the current law has, it is always the greatest guarantee of the collective rights and interests of the people.

People who believe in the law know and break the law when they have no choice but to save their faith by humiliating their devout gods.

Mental pain and setbacks in faith are invisible and intangible, but they are not comparable to physical pain. "

"~~~ Interesting." Harry's eyes were surprised.

If Bruce thinks so, then the Dark Knight is really tragic.

Fear the law, but must defend the law by breaking the law.

Having such a concept deserves your suffering!
"Monitoring her will only scare the snake. I have a better plan." Harley's tone was no longer sour.

"Who is she, and how much do you know about the court?" Bruce asked quickly.

Harry stopped at the door of the small conference room, and said in a low voice: "Every time we gather, the owl wears a mask to hide its identity.

And the old Cammy didn't participate in it a few times at all, so he didn't know much about the court.

But he told me a strange secret. "

"What secret?" Bruce asked curiously.

"I told you last time that your grandfather once controlled the court."

"Impossible!" Bruce continued to deny it like last time.

Harley stretched out her right palm and put it lightly on his shoulder, like an adult pinching the top of a violent child's head, controlling him all at once.

"Calm down!" She shouted in a low voice.

"Think about it with your head, Gotham in the 21st century is so dark, so what about a hundred years ago?

In Gotham, where the environment is so harsh and people can’t live without being ruthless, if your grandparents were innocent people who followed the rules, why should you keep your family property and even let Wayne become the king of Gotham?
Although the old Cameron retired, he also took billions of legal private assets with him. His son is a clean doctor, and his grandson will be as "clean" as you if he is born.

Decades later, his little white-faced great-grandson will be as shocked as you—why is my great-grandfather the emperor who did all kinds of bad things? "

Bruce's face was pale, and his voice was hoarse: "Even if my great-grandfather is a villain who controls the court, what does it mean to us now?"

"The current court only recruits Gotham's top elites—it does not require old political and business families.

But the legend of the court, which accompanies the establishment of Gotham, has a history of hundreds of years.

What did you think of? "Harry said quietly.

"Don't be a fool, my mind is in a mess and I don't have the energy to think." Bruce smiled wryly.

"Your great-grandfather, Thomas, is obviously not in the same class as an 'elite' like Cameron.

My guess is that the court has two layers, inside and outside. Wayne and the 'old aristocrats' who established Gotham are the core members, and the upstart social elites are just peripheral members in the foreground. "Harry whispered.

"I'm Wayne, but I'm not an owl!" Bruce said.

"As long as you are willing, the big man club, which is difficult for our 'new cutting-edge forces' to touch, will easily open the door to you.

Otherwise, let's make a bet, the owl will contact you first, or recruit me first. "

Bruce suddenly thought of the newly discovered secret room under the fireplace, his heart moved, and he said, "Harry, after the banquet is over, can you come with me to Wayne Manor?"

(End of this chapter)