August 9th, 8:00 am.
Today is a very special day. Gotham City, which has always been shrouded in dark clouds, actually saw the rare scene of the rising sun.
The red sun rises high and its sunlight covers the earth.
But this has nothing to do with the citizens of Gotham. The heavy economic pressure leaves them no time to appreciate the scenery along the road. Everyone is in a hurry, walking on the wide streets like puppets.
At a crossroads, a magazine editor who was walking and reading a newspaper bumped into a female office worker who was drinking coffee. The editor quickly apologized and saw that the female office worker had a pretty face, so he wanted to chat with her.
At this moment, a leaflet fell at my feet.
He picked up the flyer, glanced at it casually, and after confirming the content, he froze in place like a wooden sculpture.
Seeing that he looked unwell, the female white-collar worker said quickly,
"Sir, are you okay?"
The middle-aged man suddenly came to his senses, forced a not-too-ugly smile, put away the flyer, and walked away.
"Sir, your wallet!"
The female white-collar worker shouted a few words, but the middle-aged man ignored her, walked faster and faster, and soon disappeared in the crowd.
"What a strange person!"
The female office worker shrugged, expressing her confusion. She bent down to pick up the wallet on the ground, and a flyer fell from above and landed on the wallet.
"What's this?"
The female office worker picked up the flyer and looked at it curiously:
Martin Jesse, Mayor of Gotham City, March 2001…May 2002…2003…Briber: Carmine Falcone;
Killian B. Robb, Commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department, July 1996…Christmas 1996…May 1998…Thanksgiving 2002, Bribery: Carmine Falcone;
Tokwe Martial, the president of the city council...
Brut Dean, President of the State Court...
Fisk J. Clay, District Attorney General…
Familiar yet unfamiliar names appeared one after another, and what was associated with them was not speech, achievements, or administrative propositions, but bribery, corruption, robbery, drugs, arms, and black money...
The female white-collar worker covered her mouth and exclaimed: God!
A dozen drones flew over Gotham City.
The warehouse door opened, and leaflets recording the dark side of Gotham City poured down like rain, covering almost all the streets, big and small.
It is rush hour now, with cars flowing constantly and people coming and going on the streets.
The appearance of flyers is like pressing the pause button of time. Everyone, whether driver, passenger, office worker or small vendor, will become a sculpture in the next second as long as they pick up the flyers on the ground.
The noise died down and Gotham City fell into an eerie silence.
At the city hall building, Martin Jesse had just finished his breakfast and was about to start his day's work when his assistant, Hobson, rushed in.
"Mr. Jesse, something bad has happened."
"How many times have I told you, don't panic when things happen, stay calm."
Martin Jesse methodically arranged his tie, and if he thought it didn't look good, he would take a new one from the cabinet filled with all kinds of top-quality ties.
As the saying goes, living in a place changes the body, and keeping good food changes the spirit!
He used to be an unknown bank teller, living in fear all day long for the fear of losing his job; now he is different, a politician from both parties, the current mayor of Gotham City, and a top figure in the American upper class.
Since you have become a upper-class person, you must maintain the proper demeanor. Being calm and composed in the face of things is the most basic quality.
Assistant Hobson opened his mouth without saying anything, thought for a moment, and then put the flyer on the table.
"Mr. Jesse, you'd better take a look! Something really happened."
Martin Jesse picked up the flyer and glanced at it casually. The next second, his rosy cheeks seemed to have been drained of blood and turned pale in an instant.
"How is that possible?"
"Where did this thing come from?
Tell me who gave it to you."
Martin Jesse couldn't help but roared, his face turned pale and blue, and he looked so ferocious that he wanted to eat people. He was frightened and said quickly,
"Someone is using drones to drop leaflets over the city, and they're all over the streets."
"Damn it!"
Martin Jesse cursed, tore off his tie and threw it on the ground, pacing back and forth in the room, and soon his face was covered with sweat.
"Call Farr... No, call Captain Luo Bu. I'll call him myself."
Martin pointed at the door and said, "Go and notify the directors of each branch and have them rush to the city government as quickly as possible. If I don't see them within 20 minutes, this director will quit."
"Got it. I'll go now."
The assistant nodded and started to leave, but was called back before he reached the door.
"And all the major news media, call them all. I'm going to hold a press conference. The false statements must be clarified."
After giving the order, Martin Jesse breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the flyer and took a look at it, fear and despair emerged again. He didn't dare to wait for a second, took out his mobile phone, and tremblingly dialed Falcone's number.
When he received the call, Falcone already knew about the flyers and told him in a calm tone not to panic and that everything would be fine.
After comforting her for several minutes, Falcone hung up the phone, kicked the table with his foot, and his face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.
"Where's Sidney? Where is he?"
The housekeeper quickly said, "We've sent someone to inquire. His family said Sidney went out on some business tonight and didn't return all night. No one knows what he's up to. The pilot of the private plane did provide a clue. Sidney called him around 11 o'clock last night and told him to get ready for takeoff. But he didn't show up until morning."
The butler glanced up and said in a mosquito-like voice, "These are the only known clues."
"FUCK!"
Falcone roared like a wild animal, "Damn Jew, how dare you betray me!"
The butler's body trembled and his head lowered even further.
The door opened and Johnny Vitti strode in.
"Uncle, we sent someone to collect the flyers."
Falcone looked at him coldly.
"Flyers are all over Gotham City. Tell me, how do we collect them?"
Johnny said coldly, "We'll collect money from every street. If anyone dares not to pay, we'll beat them to death."
Falcone resisted the urge to push him into the toilet and pointed to the door.
"Get out of here. You have nothing to do with the flyers."
Johnny clenched his fists and left with a grim expression.
Anger surged from the bottom of his heart, and Falcone shook his head, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.
"Master, are you okay?"
Falcone pushed the butler aside and said word by word,
"Call the bosses of all the major newspapers. I want to meet with them at the Mossage Hotel at 8:40."
"I'll arrange it now."
After the butler left, Falcone took out his cell phone and made a call he had never made before. After receiving a promise from the other party, his gloomy face finally calmed down.
There was a knock on the door, and a thin white man with a crew cut and a scar on the left side of his cheek pushed the door open and walked in. He was Edwin Mickey, Falcone's most trusted subordinate and one of the three killers.
"Boss, you're looking for me!"
Falconet rubbed his brows and said in a deep voice,
"Go track down the drone. I want to know who's behind this. Also, send a few trusted men to take Sidney's family under control. No one is allowed to harm them without my order."
"Understood."
Edwin Mickey nodded and turned to leave.
After issuing a few more orders, Falco's fear finally disappeared. Although the situation was not optimistic, he still had confidence that the family's decades of business would not be so easily destroyed.