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62. Chapter 62 A decision that goes against our ancestors

Author: sing rooster

Chapter 62 A decision that goes against our ancestors

Penguin Oswald Cobblepot is sitting in the office at the top of his home, the Iceberg Restaurant, taking a deep breath from a cigar from Cuba. He is shaking red wine from France in his left hand and is wearing a suit specially made from Italy.

, the eyes were flown from Belgium.

"Good times are coming!"

The Penguin looked out of the window, looking at Gotham at nine o'clock in the night, and his heart was filled with happiness.

Because he smelled the smell of chaos again, because the shadow that had hung over Gotham for more than ten years-Batman was finally dead!

The Penguin shed tears silently in his heart, and then took a long puff of a top-quality cigar, letting the smoke pass through his lungs. Under the stimulation of nicotine, he squinted his eyes and blew out a smoke ring.

Many years ago, Penguin created his own criminal empire just like the ancestors of the Cobot family crossed the Atlantic and created Gotham with their own hands and blood.

Then Batman appeared. This guy who seemed to never fall down kept fighting criminals and sent them to Blackgate Prison and Arkham Asylum one by one.

The Penguin is one of them. Under the threat of Batman, the Iceberg Restaurant, once the center of Gotham, has become smaller and smaller, and even the casino business where it started has been abandoned.

"But everything will be fine." Penguin thought to himself.

He was sure that something happened to Batman, and even if he was not dead, he would have disappeared. Otherwise, the men he deliberately sent to rob the streets would have been thrown into prison by the Dark Knight.

The best time to plant trees was twenty years ago, and the second best time was now.

Every day in the past, Gotham is shrouded under Batman's cape, and all criminals must be careful about their words and deeds, lest they be beaten half to death and thrown into Blackgate Prison.

But Penguin is always preparing for the opportunity to come, and now is the last moment. He has invested all the liquidity in his name into the familiar smuggling, arms and drug business.

Times are changing, but Gotham is still the same old style.

Penguin believes that he can make his Iceberg Restaurant bigger and stronger and create greater glory.

Thinking of this, he picked up the red wine that had sobered up and drank it in one gulp. He couldn't help but hum songs from the past.

Suddenly, the sound of high heels hitting the floor was heard outside the door, thick and loud, and it sounded very harsh.

Penguin had a bad feeling in his heart. His beautiful female secretary was always very good at taking care of people and never did anything out of the ordinary.

"We're in trouble, boss!"

Maiev, a Latina female secretary with a tall figure, wheat-colored skin, and wearing a professional attire, was panting, her throat kept moving, and her mouth secreted saliva to relieve the dryness of her mouth.

"Calm down, baby!"

Penguin shook the red wine in his hand and said with a smile: "You are the best lawyer I have. I will not be unable to bear the price of losing you."

"Wayne Group held a press conference this morning to announce that they will suspend financial support for all Gotham public transportation projects!"

Maiev gently placed the newsletter in her hand on the table and turned on the TV.

"Are these Wayne family bastards crazy?"

When Penguin heard the news, he could no longer keep calm and immediately opened the file.

After reading carefully, he threw away the red wine and cigar, pulled off his suit and tie, and sweat broke out on his sparsely haired forehead. On an October night, his body felt even hotter than in summer.

On TV, Dick Grayson was wearing a suit and leather shoes, talking eloquently under the glare of countless spotlights:

"Ten years ago, Gotham City went bankrupt. My adoptive father, Bruce Wayne, bought the government's bankrupt public affairs at a premium beyond the market and re-injected capital, hoping to bring Gotham, our city, back to life.

But ten years have passed, and the situation in Gotham is getting worse and worse. Crime is rampant and corruption is growing. The foundation's nearly one billion US dollars in assets have been almost completely embezzled by government officials and various contractors, but the Gotham city government has not

Any improvement will become the main artery for gangsters to develop their own business.

After careful consideration, I am announcing that Wayne Group will stop funding public projects such as Gotham's ports, highways, subways, light rails, and railway airports. Until the city government returns its arrears and takes concrete steps to crack down on gangs, all projects will

Suspended indefinitely.”

"Damn little beast, bastard, bastard. Just a wild dog that hooked up with the Wayne family. How dare they do this!"

Penguin grabbed hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of red wine on the table and threw it, smashing it against the mahogany wall.

The wine bottle exploded, and red wine and glass fragments flew everywhere, just like his current mood.

"Boss, calm down, we should find a way to solve the problem now."

Maiev looked at her boss's calm look and knew that he was really angry, but she still insisted on admonishing him.

"Solve the problem? How to solve it?"

Penguin suddenly exploded and punched the table in front of him, punching a hole in the solid hardwood board.

"Without ports, roads and railways, how can our goods be transported in? Do they rely on people's backs? With such pitiful transportation capacity, we can't even earn back the money invested."

"Not to mention, many of our suppliers are abroad."

Penguin never expected that Wayne Group would make such a move, causing chaos.

Although he has always claimed that the Wayne family is the petty thief who stole the Cobot family's assets, deep down he knows very well that even if all the gangs in Gotham gather together, there will never be the Wayne Group to support Gotham for ten years.

Municipal financial resources.

In fact, the Gotham gang can't even unite, let alone have any other plans.

And opening up small ports and small roads for smuggling like in the past can definitely make money for ordinary criminals.

For a big businessman like Penguin, this kind of transportation capacity is not enough, and it is just a waste of time.

"A way? A way!"

The Penguin could no longer maintain his elegance, and his already somewhat deformed face was completely distorted.

"Damn boy, if you want to play with me, then I will play with you to the end."

"Maev, go contact the killer. I want those members of the Wayne family to die, and to die in a public place."

Secretary Ma Wei remained rational. She was a lawyer and suggested: "Boss, we should try to negotiate and listen to the other party's conditions. Maybe we can achieve our goals without using force."

She usually never disobeys Penguin's orders, but Wayne Group is a global financial entity, and Penguin is nothing in front of others.

"This is Gotham, and the way we resolve disputes is with violence!"

The Penguin turned to look at his secretary, a vicious light flashing in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses: "Follow my orders, otherwise I will have to find another secretary."

The secretary thought of his predecessors who were sunk into Gotham Harbor, and quickly shut up and followed Penguin's orders.

And this scene happened in the offices of every Gotham gang boss, Roman, Two-Face...

They all wanted to kill Dick, Alfred and Lucius, but they got the same news.

Those villains with some ability have been hired in advance, and now most of them have already formed a group and boarded a plane to go to Hawaii for vacation.

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