I'm just acting like a pervert, I'm actually a good prisoner

Edward stood on the roof of the car, holding a loudspeaker and with a mocking look on his face, including all the citizens present, saying that they were garbage.

The government staff were already dumbfounded, and couldn't believe that he would say such a thing in public.

But it's not true to say that Edward's words are unreasonable.

The city government staff basically think so. It is obviously because of the intelligent brain and their excellent work that these citizens can live so easily.

But there are still many people who are dissatisfied with this, thinking that the government is controlling their thoughts. In their opinion, this is just a waste of time. If they are put back to the original Gotham where crimes can happen at any time, whether they can survive is another matter.

But this idea must not be known to the citizens, and it is not allowed to be exposed like Edward without any cover-up.

The sweat beads as big as beans slid down the head of the staff member. He didn't dare to look back at the eyes piercing his body. He felt that his life would be explained here.

Unlike his fear, Edward also felt those angry gazes, but he seemed to have received some recognition, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.

"Garbage should stay in the trash can, waiting for others to sort it out for you to use. What freedom, what self-will, that's all the fantasy of garbage like you. You have never had freedom, no self-will, whether you expected heroes to save you in the past, or now you live happily with the help of intelligent computers, you never have a choice, right?"

As soon as these words fell, the citizens who were already overwhelmed by anger became even more angry.

Compared with the large number of citizens, the police officers, who were few in number, could no longer control the situation and could only be pushed by the crowd to Edward.

"Quick! Go! We can't stop them!"

Some police officers' faces were deformed by the push of citizens, and they kept shouting for them to drive away.

"You government lackeys, how dare you look down on us!"

"We don't need a government that thinks we are trash! You are a bunch of tax leeches!"

"Charge! Catch them, we'll go to the city government, and they must give us an explanation!"

The current situation cannot be controlled by a few police officers. The FBI people in the police station allow the guards to bring weapons and arrest those who attack the police immediately.

Gordon was not in the police station, so the guards had to listen to them and bring weapons to quell the riot.

After seeing the black guns on the police, many citizens retreated, but there were also people who were not afraid of death and continued to move forward as if they were willing to sacrifice themselves for freedom.

The staff member who drove Edward here had his clothes torn into a mess, and countless hands stretched out to the car to pull down the person who called them trash.

Edward laughed wildly in this scene, kicking off a hand with his foot while still attacking the citizens with his mouth.

"Hahaha! Be angry! Be hateful! No matter what you want to do, it's just the resistance of ants. It won't cause any harm to the world. Just indulge in useless carnival and vent your anger!"

It was like pouring a bucket of oil on a hot pot. Countless curses and smashing sounds kept interweaving together, as if they formed a symphony with a changed tone under Edward's guidance.

More and more people were involved. Even those who didn't think about joining in at first couldn't help shouting out in the atmosphere.

Just when Edward was about to be pulled to the ground by the angry citizens, the buzzing sound suddenly covered everyone like a wave.

They squatted down and covered their ears, and the high-frequency sound waves immediately calmed the chaotic scene.

Edward also endured the harsh sound waves, but the smile on his mouth widened.

He knew the real owner was coming.

"Hello, citizens of Gotham City."

At the same moment when the sound waves dissipated, a voice louder than Edward's echoed.

A row of black cars drove in from a distance, and the upper body of a person was exposed on the roof of the front car and the skylight.

Xie Qi took the communicator connected to the police communication system and turned off the player playing high-frequency sound waves.

"I am Vitya Ivanovich Ivanov, the owner of the Royal Hotel in Las Vegas. If you pay attention to the news, you may remember me."

Xie Qi briefly introduced his identity.

Although his main business place is a casino, in order to get by on the surface, basically all major casinos are called hotels or amusement parks, and of course there will be other entertainment projects in it.

When hearing the name of the Royal Hotel, Gotham people will think of the Gotham Royal Hotel, which is the largest and most luxurious entertainment and entertainment complex in Gotham.The hotel is a consumption center, and those who know the inside story know that this hotel is modeled after the Royal Hotel in Las Vegas.

The news Xie Qi mentioned was that he had come to Gotham to meet with the mayor.

At that time, in order to win his investment, reporters from major news industries were invited to broadcast their conversations.

Some people still remember this incident. At that time, it seemed that the conditions were not negotiated, and the investment cooperation was also wasted. The mayor wanted to use this incident to win votes for himself. He originally asked for too much, but after failing, he said that Xie Qi asked too much, so the cooperation was not reached.

After Xie Qi knew about this incident, he didn't need to do anything, just Sergei operated behind the scenes, and the mayor was driven out during the election. At that time, he didn't know why he failed.

After that, Xie Qi didn't pay attention to the mayoral election in Gotham, and didn't know much about the newly appointed Mayor Molly before.

Of course, these things can be checked now.

Thinking of Sergei collecting and analyzing the equity chains of all large companies in Gotham, after tracing back layer by layer, they are all concentrated in the same company.

No one would believe it if I told them that all the famous companies in Gotham City were actually controlled by the same company.

And the legal representative of this company was Paul Weston, the cousin of Molly Weston, the most outstanding mayor in Gotham City's history.

He scanned the citizens who had gradually recovered their hearing and looked dissatisfied, and the guards who were equally puzzled.

Xie Qi moved the communicator to his mouth, "What do the people present feel after hearing what the government official said just now?"

"Do you think you have been deceived, or do you feel that what he said is right? You have been controlled by others, and your thoughts and ideas are being manipulated by others?"

Without waiting for the citizens to express their opinions, he continued to declare loudly:

"What do you want? It is freedom! It is to control your own life! It is no longer at the mercy of anyone and anything. You are your own masters, not puppets!"

"The current government is using intelligent brains to control your thoughts and manipulate your lives, just to maximize their own interests, and they have fabricated a seemingly peaceful and stable life for you!"

"But think about it carefully, is this illusory world really what you want?"