Mr. Wei and Victor were both well aware of the situation, but they didn't pay much attention to it.
(Horse flea) chaos has become an everyday landscape in this dark America, the only differences being the severity.
In the past, Master Wei only focused on cracking down on some leaders and their small gangs who were too prominent, and he was powerless to do anything else.
This is not something that can be solved by beating people up. Only employment can reduce the frequency and scale of (horse flea) riots from the root.
In a word, no matter how much you talk, it’s still about money (salary, living expenses).
As the saying goes, when the granaries are full, people will know etiquette. When the living standards are high, more people will care about moral standards.
If you don’t have money, don’t blame the American people for crowdfunding and buying it for free.
Superman in Metropolis also noticed the situation, but there was nothing he could do.
The lower class who have been incited by the whole group are the most helpless.
He can take on the bad guys, but he can't beat down all the low-level people.
Who lets everyone in the world know that Superman is a saint
All Superman can do is act as a firefighter and stop those atrocities that cross the line.
This way, he would have no time to come to the charity dinner to save people.
In fact, after seeing the second explosive video on TV and mobile phone, Superman was filled with disgust towards these people at the charity gala.
Although the situation tonight was deliberately caused by the gangsters, the root cause was that the bottom line of the upper class in Gotham and Metropolis was too low.
Normally, Superman would restrain himself and not deal with these black-hearted guys. At this moment, he would not delay saving civilians in order to save them.
Besides, a single spark can start a prairie fire. Once the fire starts, the group of robbers who started it are no longer important.
Even if they were all killed with one punch, the chaos in the two cities would continue.
Until the anger is almost fully vented, and then it ends naturally.
In this regard, even the saintly Superman, like Mr. Wei and Victor, will not waste unnecessary energy.
Otherwise, he is not the God praised by the lower classes, but the capitalists' black thugs.
During the chaos, some drivers drove hundreds of cars to hidden locations in the two cities without their knowledge.
And most of them are parked in residential areas and the busiest commercial areas.
The former has a large population, while the latter is the destination for most low-income buyers who buy for zero dollars.
At this moment, multiple fires broke out in the metropolis, and then a chemical storage warehouse in a suburban port was targeted by some clever guys, causing a fire and a small explosion during transportation.
A pungent smell was already emanating from the warehouse, with the smoke occasionally mixed with burning chemicals and gases.
This was an extremely dangerous omen, and Superman rushed over immediately.
Superman was busy putting out fires and saving people, so he no longer had the energy to identify the vehicles running around on the road one by one, nor did he notice that some parts of these vehicles were lined with thin lead plates, which contained timed explosives that had already been activated.
The (horse flea) insurrection in the United States makes a lot of noise, but the death toll from a (horse flea) insurrection that affects hundreds of thousands of people is often only in the single digits, and a few dozen or a hundred deaths is considered a rare bloody incident.
After all, the lower classes are still very realistic.
If you have the energy, why not bring some free shopping home? Only a very small number of people go there just to fight and kill.
This is also the reason why Superman and Mr. Wei didn't care too much about it.
But soon, Mr. Wei received bad news: Joker appeared on the streets of Gotham City, leading a group of men, and was gathering a growing crowd.
Master Wei was looking at the footage captured by a police surveillance camera, which showed his old rival’s evil smile, angry curses, and domineering attitude, and he felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
He knew this old enemy too well.
Even if there is only one person, he can control the actions of others without them realizing it.
What's even more terrifying is that this guy has none of the weaknesses of normal humans.
Unlike most brutal super villains, Joker does not enjoy killing. Everything he does is just a way for him to have fun.
If he could achieve his goal by killing one person or not killing anyone, he would not waste time killing hundreds of people.
At this time, the gangsters at the charity party began to grab those celebrities and "socialites" and got into their cars in groups of several.
The waiters at the party were ordered to drive the celebrities.
If the waiters don't want the explosives on the celebrities to activate, they should just drive quietly and not run away.
The gangsters got into the cars vacated by the celebrities, many of which were two-seater luxury cars with retractable roofs. They were interspersed in the middle and on both sides of the celebrities' convoy, with various guns pointed at the celebrities intentionally or unintentionally.
With such double insurance, it is almost impossible for celebrities to bribe the waiter to drive away.
Master Wei and Victor also frowned.
Explosives can shield the detonation signal, but gunmen cannot.
Many celebrities use bulletproof cars, but all the windows are required to be lowered.
On the other hand, Joker appeared on live TV again.
A TV crew was taken hostage to his side and began broadcasting the opening remarks of tonight's farce.
Joker smiled: "Batman, I know you are looking at me. So I just want to tell you - tonight, our game begins."
Victor couldn't help but look up at Mr. Wei's face: Well, it seems okay. It seems that Bruce has adjusted his mood well during this period.
Joker raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Another picture appeared on the TV screen, which was a picture of a celebrity convoy shot from the TV station's helicopter. "This is the guest of honor for tonight's game."
He raised his hand again and pointed at the large crowd of enthusiastic people in front of him: "And they are the guests of Party B."
He grabbed a rifle from the man next to him, raised his hand and started firing bursts of shots.
The people around seemed to be subconsciously quiet for a moment.
The Joker raised his voice: "Everyone, the richest party A in Gotham City is coming. Have you thought about how to "deal" with them?"
The crowd became even quieter, and after a moment, there was a loud explosion, with countless people screaming and shouting, "Kill them, kill them."
"Hang these slave owners!"
"These rich people deserve to die!"
"Party A is not a good person!"
Joker retracted his gaze and looked back at the camera: "Now, will you save Party A or forgive Party B? Batman, come and tell me."
Although this last sentence was drowned out by the shouting around him, Master Wei, who was staring at his old rival, knew what he was talking about.
Victor glanced at Master Wei again and found that his expression was... surprisingly okay: "Well, do you have a solution?"
Master Wei calmly shook his head: "No, but things will eventually pass, so there's no point in being anxious."
"You'd better think of one now, otherwise I will have to take action against that convoy." A voice sounded outside the fighter plane.
The two looked up and saw Superman with a fluttering red cape slowly falling.
Master Wei curled his lips and opened the front hatch of the fighter plane: "You can actually go through the rear hatch. Anyway, you have fighter plane authority."
Superman looked puzzled: What use is there for me with your computer privileges!