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This is a truth that everyone in Gotham understands.

Sam looked at Lucien's clothes - they were not cheap, and at his extremely accurate shooting skills, he guessed that he might be a high-ranking killer.

Marina cautiously poked her head out and looked around, somewhat unsure whether she should shoot Lucien as well. She looked at Sam for help. Sam understood what she was thinking, raised his hand to refuse and motioned not to speak.

Marina's courage and way of speaking were not suitable for the current situation. Sam was worried that he would inadvertently anger the person in front of him - he didn't think it would be more difficult for this person to kill them than he had just killed those people.

……

"Thank you for your help." Regardless of whether it was out of the idea of ​​lending a helping hand or for other reasons, putting this label on them would always increase their chances of survival.

Sam Road:

"We don't know how to thank you enough for such a great man like you..."

Lucien was a little surprised... But in life-and-death crises, the people of Gotham are always particularly sensible, not to mention that he was here to save them.

"Is there anything we can do to help you?"

What can a cripple and a woman do to help?

Sam said this to express his sincerity on the one hand, and to gain sympathy on the other.

"There's something I need help with." But he didn't expect Lucian to bring it up, and he didn't expect he could even meet the conditions he mentioned:

"I need a dress."

……

Lucian never compromises himself, whether it's clothing, food, accessories or anything else, he doesn't pursue cost-effectiveness, but only tries to buy the one with the highest value... and he rarely lacks money.

The clothes he was wearing were also taken from the closet in Wayne Manor. Although they were not custom-made, they were a niche luxury product... Of course, this also meant - expensive.

Here, now, despite its flawlessness, the dress doesn't fit.

……

They don't think so.

Sam thought this was some kind of codeword - after all, he really didn't think the upper-class man in front of him needed clothes like his... but he had no reason to refuse.

Marina opened the wardrobe and said calmly, "This is all."

Camouflage, workwear, home wear, leisure wear, and pajamas all have clear visible signs of use.

Lucien usually likes to wear windbreakers, but now, he took out the most ordinary, most suitable, most convenient and most used blue work clothes.

……

Lucian had never worn too cheap clothes since he could remember - of course, except for the clothes he wore when he first traveled through time - acrylic, very cheap.

But whether it is the -22 universe that intersects with the Joker, or the -32 that has been tracking little Bruce, or the unnamed universe that has lost its memory.

He might not be wearing expensive clothes, but they would never be the second-hand blue work clothes he is wearing now, which have no design or taste and are only for functionality.

"Are you a construction worker?"

This could only be the uniform for construction workers. Lucien didn't believe that clothing made of this material and in this style would be sold in a clothing store, even a cheap one.

As expected, this is indeed Sam's work clothes.

"Not for long," Sam added sheepishly.

I haven't worn it for very long, maybe it's just that compared to the other clothes in my wardrobe... both the wear and the stains are more serious.

It may also be due to professional reasons. After all, how can a building be clean?

Lucian didn't care about this, but it made him feel very satisfied.

After changing his clothes, he did not leave as satisfied as they expected, but sat on the stool and asked Sam:

"What are you going to do next?"

Lucian's sudden question confused the two men, just as they didn't understand why he changed his clothes.

The couple looked at each other, and Sam hesitated and said, "Looking for food? Medicine? Waiting for rescue?"

Normally, Lucian would have sneered and mocked, but now:

"There is no food, no medicine, no rescue, and this is a problem you must face." Lucian stood in their position and said gently:

"A woman, a disabled person, and..." He looked outside at the bucket of water with gray matter floating on it. "Nuclear radiation, you won't survive long."

……

This was something everyone knew. The couple looked at each other again, and the husband cautiously probed: "So... what do you mean?"

He seemed to sense that this upper-class man in front of him was about to do something, and he didn't feel much fear. After all, as Lucian said, they really wouldn't live long.

If participating means living longer, they're happy to...

Lucien could guess what they wanted, but what they wanted was not what Lucien wanted: "I have no money, no food, no medicine, and no way to support you."

This is the truth. Although the Silent Bat doesn't care, it doesn't mean that the Silent Bat will provide assistance to Lucian, and Lucian doesn't have much money left... Of course he can earn money, which is not difficult, but in today's Gotham, currency has become invalid, and it is useless to earn money.

"Then..." The couple didn't understand again.

Lucian didn't beat around the bush and directly stated what he wanted to do:

"I want more people to unite. Although we have no food, no medicine, no supplies, we can get them from others."

And with extra respect, invite: "Can you join me?"

The couple understood Lucian's intentions—he was planning to establish a bandit organization similar to the one he had just created, with him as the leader, to seize other people's...

This is what they understand.

After all, you can't expect the people of Gotham, who are accustomed to selfishness, to understand this... just like you can't expect people who can't even afford enough to eat and wear to understand kindness.

Lucian didn't explain: "Now is the time, we must unite."

Nuclear weapons are destructive. They destroy not only the oppressors but, more importantly, the very foundation of society's survival and innocent lives. They bring not liberation but even greater disasters and unpredictable, darker chaos.

Marina and her husband, who was supported by her, followed behind him, and Lucien knocked on each neighbor's door.

There was no rhetorical skill, no philosophical arguments that could confuse people, he just said in a simple way that people could understand: "We must unite -"

……

Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me?

Will you join the army of justice? Do you have the courage to fight alongside me?

Then join in the fight That will give you the right and free!

Join this struggle! You will gain freedom and rights!

Chapter 221 A hungry man needs bread first

"We still have to think about what to eat, where to live, and how to live, but the metropolis doesn't have to worry about these things."

"why?"

"All dead!"

"Ha ha!"

……

The hungry need bread first, not hymns.

Where is the bread?

Bread started out in convenience stores, then reached everyone's home during the riots, and then ended up in the hands of small-time gangs in order to get people to go out to work.

So Lucien led them into the homes of gang members one by one.

It seemed that even God was helping, the gangs were all small - the rich people took the initiative to suppress their size to prevent them from becoming a threat - and now Lucian was the beneficiary.

“Lucian…”

Zaven uttered the name with trembling lips - for the first time he knew the real name of the "bat" in his heart.

Heard from others.

"—Ah, it's him. He gathered a group of people to rob us... and even said he was taking back his belongings!" His down-and-out rich second-generation friend complained bitterly, "He's wiped out several gangs... Now he's targeting us. Several of our brothers have died at his hands."

Zawen opened his mouth: "Come to me..."

He didn't want to be an enemy of Lucian, either from a standpoint or in the past... Zaven agreed with Lucian's behavior.

"Oh—you know." The friend put his arm around Zaven's shoulders and pulled him closer. "Zhaven, if this continues, he'll kill us sooner or later... That's why the boss called us together."

"As long as we give away some of our food...it doesn't have to be much, ten bags of bread, twenty sausages, five bags of noodles, or whatever...the boss will recommend us to join another organization—a bigger, stronger organization that can protect us."

The food requirements are not much, and even finding a protective umbrella at such a price can be considered affordable.

But that's not how it works.

Zawen agreed with his friend while guessing the real purpose -

Most likely, they were worried that Lucian would take over from them, so several gangs decided to merge into one big gang. As long as they were given food, they would be recommended to join for free, and the supplies they asked for were probably filled in the pockets of their "friend".

Zaven looked up at his friend, who was smiling awkwardly to the point of flattery. "Wait, I'll get it for you. Please, Boss!"

He has no reason to refuse, right?

"no problem!"

Watching Zaven leave, his friends breathed a sigh of relief...

Zawen guessed correctly that there was no such thing as collecting food, but he underestimated his friend's greed... There are benefits for joining the club, which are distributed by the boss, and the quantity is the amount that the friend just mentioned.

In other words, the friend not only enjoyed Zaven’s benefits, but also asked him for a “benefit”.

……

The radiation rain had been going on for over a week, but now it had stopped.

Lucian guessed that it was the Silent Bat that played the role of Killer Croc.

Gotham seemed to have been washed clean. Although it was still cloudy and the sun was not visible, the fog was less. Looking into the distance, at least the end of the vision was not a gray haze.

"Boss, the remaining gangs in Crime Alley have united and named themselves the Red Hood Gang to fight us."

The pawn found his leader in the workshop.