The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 233 The Beginning of Chaos ([-])
People always have such a strange mind, that is, when their own life is not satisfactory, but there is no way to solve it, then they will focus on other people.

They will prefer people who live in aggrieved lives 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 form groups.

"Why is he so rich?"

"How can he live in a big house and drive a nice car."

This hostility has no reason, but it is everywhere.

Although many people will not say it in their hearts, they always subconsciously expect that those who are high above will fall from a high place and fall to a position similar to their own, or even lower than themselves.They will be complacent about the gossip and shady scandals of those dignitaries and celebrities, and they will talk about it with pleasure.

Well, if one day, you tell those who are struggling on the poverty line, you should not be so poor, and all your money is stuffed into the pockets of those you hate.

Haha, what would that unfold?

No one will know, let alone what the angry populace will do.

Will there be riots?Will there be a parade?Will surround the city hall, holding up banners, shouting 'for our hard-earned money'?
All of this could happen. But at this moment, the woman sitting on the screen with a lollipop in her mouth feels that it is not enough.

Yep, that wasn't fun enough, since it's a carnival, it has to be more exciting. So, she brought fireworks for the others.

"Okay, okay, be quiet, I know you are very angry now, but I still have a third point to say." Quinn said slowly.

But this time, the citizens really stopped making noise all of a sudden, and Gotham became quiet because of Quinn's words.

They were angry, and at the same time, they waited with great anticipation for something more violent to happen from this woman.

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

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

With that said, a package wrapped in thick plastic was dropped from the sky above the dense crowd.
The crowd dispersed in a panic, and the package fell to the ground. In fact, the helicopter didn't have to be too high, so the package just bounced and lay quietly on the ground.

People quickly gathered again, looking at the package and looking at each other, finally, a citizen mustered up his courage and walked over, he opened the package
Inside the package...is a shotgun!

At the same time, on the other side not far away, more than a dozen packages were dropped, and in other areas of the city, there were other helicopters dropping weapons.

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

"These weapons belong to you now. Of course, I will not deduct your capital tax like your company does, and ask you to pay a deposit that prohibits damage. I just put them on the ground, and you can go forward to pick them up." If you think about it, you can of course ignore it, but I have to remind everyone that there are not so many weapons, so first come, first served."

Just as he was talking, Quinn raised his hand again, pretending to look at the watch on his wrist that didn't exist at all.

"Oh, by the way, the time for the bank's gate to open is about to arrive and there are still ten seconds left: Ten. Nine."

She began to count down lightly, and counting down, there is always a wonderful magic, it can give people a sense of tension for no reason, just like the countdown before the game, or your mother starts counting in front of you At this time, people's psychology will be more or less flustered.

So, with the 10-second countdown, the chaos in Gotham City reached a peak.

One person picked up the gun on the ground. Then a second, a third and as more and more people picked up the guns, those who were unarmed seemed to panic, and many people poured into the street, They started to stop those police cars and wanted to ask for some weapons. Of course, more people, all holding these weapons, rushed to the banks that had opened the gates.

The situation has reached a point where it is impossible to control it. People from various branches of Gotham City were eager to rush to the TV station, but who would have imagined that what the woman said seemed to be just to attract the attention of the police. , and she threw weapons at citizens when the police were thinking about how to attack the TV station.

Sure enough, as some people said, the string that tied the kite broke.

The citizens of Gotham, who have been suppressed for a lifetime, seem to have found an outlet to vent. Now none of them are wondering whether they should first find out whether those so-called financial statements are true, and no one feels that they picked up Is it dangerous if I have a gun, and will I break any law if I take money from the bank?

Who cares about these things.

To put it more cruelly, in fact, this group of people has been hoping for such a crazy vent all their lives. Even if you clarify to everyone now that what the financial officer said is not true at all, no one will believe it.

Even if they think it is dangerous to pick up a gun, even if they have never fired a gun before, they will pick up the gun without hesitation. After all, everyone else has taken it, why can't I take it.

Even if it’s illegal to rob the bank, it doesn’t matter. After all, the money should belong to me. If I break the law, then those rich people who spend all day at the dance party will break the law , the law does not sanction them, why sanction us.

In short, 1 people have 1 reasons to exonerate themselves. Once reason is thrown into the vortex of madness, it will be wiped out in just a few seconds.

"Boom".

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

"Don't move!"

"Put your hands up!"

These people drank angrily.

However, there was no response.

Gordon held his gun and looked at the empty studio hall.

"We were tricked"

(End of this chapter)