All Worlds Madhouse

People always have such a weird idea, that is, when their 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 the same frustration as themselves, and at the same time hate those who have a better life than themselves.

This is why birds of a feather flock together and people flock together.

"Why is he so rich?"

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

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

Although many people will not say it in their hearts, they always subconsciously expect those who are high up to fall from their heights and fall to a position similar to themselves, or even lower than themselves. They will be complacent and relish in the scandals of those dignitaries and celebrities.

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

Haha, what kind of development will that be?

No one knows, let alone what the angry people will do.

Will there be riots? Will there be a parade? Will they surround the city hall, hold up banners, and shout, ‘In exchange for our hard-earned money’?

All of these can happen. But at this moment, the woman sitting in the screen holding a lollipop feels that this is not enough at all.

Yes, that wasn't fun enough. Since it was a carnival, it had to be more exciting. So, she brought fireworks for the others.

"Okay, okay, be quiet. I know you are angry now, but there is a third point I haven't said yet." Quinn said slowly.

But this time, the citizens actually stopped making noise all of a sudden, and Gotham fell silent because of Quinn's words.

They were angry and at the same time waiting with great anticipation for this woman to say something more violent.

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

"The third point: The current Gotham Police Department headquarters does not even have a single weapon. All the guns and all the bullets are all with me, and now, I will distribute these weapons to you."

As he spoke, a package wrapped in thick plastic was dropped from the sky above the dense crowd.

The crowd dispersed in panic, and the package fell to the ground. In fact, the helicopter was not too high, so the package just bounced and lay quietly on the ground.

People quickly gathered together again, looking at the package and looking at each other. Finally, a citizen plucked up the 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 down to the feet of the citizens. Some people in police uniforms even thrust grenades directly into the hands of some bewildered citizens.

"These weapons belong to you now. Of course, I won't deduct your principal tax and ask you to pay a deposit for prohibiting damage like your company does. 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 it, but I have to remind everyone that there are not that many weapons, so it’s first come, first served.”

As he spoke, Quinn raised his hand again and pretended to look at the non-existent watch on his wrist.

"Oh, by the way, the time for the bank door to open is coming soon. There are still ten seconds left: ten. nine."

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

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

One person picked up the gun on the ground. Then the second, and the third. As more and more people picked up the gun, those without weapons seemed to be panicked, and many people poured into the street. They started to stop the police cars and wanted to ask for some weapons. Of course, more people took these weapons and rushed to the banks that had opened their doors.

The situation has reached a point where it is impossible to control it. People from various branches in 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 the citizens when the police were thinking about breaking into the TV station.

Sure enough, just like some people said, the string holding the kite was broken.

The citizens of Gotham, who have been depressed for a lifetime, seem to have found an outlet to vent. No one among them is wondering whether they should first find out whether those so-called financial statements are true, and no one thinks that they should pick it up by themselves. Would it be dangerous if I had a gun? Would I have broken any laws if I took the money in the bank?

Who would care about these things?

To put it more cruelly, in fact, this group of people have been hoping to have such a crazy outlet 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 the gun, or even if they have never fired a gun, they will pick up the gun without hesitation. After all, everyone else has taken it, why can't I take it.

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

In short, ten thousand people have ten thousand reasons to excuse themselves. Once this thing of reason is thrown into the whirlpool of madness, it will be stripped away in just a few seconds.

There was a "bang" sound.

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

"Don't move!"

"Put your hands up!"

These people shouted angrily.

However, there was no response.

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

"We were fooled"