After the winter in Gotham City passed, the temperature began to warm up. This was one of the rare seasons when it was not raining. Although the weather was still cloudy and there was no sunny at all, the city was always covered with a layer of mist, but the weather was much better than winter.

The first reform move after Mayor Roy came to power was naturally to govern Gotham's transportation.

Of course, this is not because the last mayor died in a car accident, but because with cooperation with other coastal cities, Gotham has ushered in a new round of development, with various warehouses and supporting facilities rising, and a large number of cargo ships parked in the port, waiting in line to transport the cargo in.

However, Gotham's traffic conditions can only be described in one sentence - if there is a little traffic rule, there will be no traffic rules at all.

This has led to a very headache-inducing situation. The cargo ship's capacity is sufficient. Although the warehouse under construction is still somewhat incomplete, it can actually accommodate the goods. However, the problem lies in the road from the dock to the warehouse.

The warehouse belongs to different gangster families, and everyone needs to transport goods, and they basically ship goods 24 hours a day, but Gotham has no traffic rules, and no one says who should leave first. The solution to this kind of thing in Gotham is naturally who has more guns and who has more bullets in the gun, who will leave first.

But there is another problem. Although the driver is also a member of the gangster, he is not a member of the combat. When two cars are stuck together, the gang members who are escorting goods begin to get angry and the driver and other technicians in the car will also be injured.

Originally, Gotham lacked such professionals now, so everyone didn't care about anything when they fought. The final result was that both parties would stop eating at the same time and lie down in the hospital.

It doesn't matter if they entered the hospital, their cargo truck was still lying on the road, but later the people were blocked and couldn't move...

Under such a vicious cycle, Gotham's traffic was almost completely paralyzed. Although most of the goods were not a problem for a few days, if you continue like this, you would be completely burning money, labor costs, warehouse costs, cargo ship maintenance costs and liquidated damages for delaying delivery. The leaders of the twelve families were anxiously losing their hair.

There are actually many top students who graduated from college, but everyone has lived in Gotham for so many years, and no one has realized the most important problem in this city. When everyone thinks about how to coordinate the relationship here, they are thinking about how to deal with other gangs and let them give way to themselves.

But everyone wants others to give way to themselves, so no one gives way, and everyone just blocks the road together.

After all, Gotham is a disorderly and chaotic city, where the evil order built by gangs is still in essence disorder.

Fortunately, the new mayor Roy is a sensible person. He did not guide them what to do when the gang was so angry. He just let them fight in chaos, and finally blocked the entire central street, and no one could leave.

Until Gotham's most important center turntable and four Second Ring Road intersections were all broken into ruins, the gangsters were completely out of temper and the money was placed in front of them, but they couldn't get it. No one could let the things in the cargo ship fly to the warehouse on their own with wings. There was no one, no car, and now there was no road.

In the end, there was no way, so I had to invite the old godfather out. The largest family leaders were silent when they sat at the negotiating table. The ones stuck on the road were also made by the Falcone family. The old godfather's power remained unchanged back then, and the leaders knew that they were in the wrongdoing, and they were basically in a state of silence when they bowed their heads and were scolded.

The problem is now very obvious. If you continue to fight, it will only make the situation worse and worse. Not to mention the road, the whole city will be gone. How can they make money and wait to starve to death?

As the situation develops to the present, this situation does require a proper solution to improve traffic.

So, on the second Sunday when the temperature in Gotham was warming, Mayor Roy Brown held a TV speech on Gotham TV.

Roy on the screen no longer wore a windbreaker and felt hat like he did when he was in Chicago, but like Gotham's gangster, wearing a suit and tie, and holding a flower on his chest. He sat in his mayor's office and said calmly:

"Dear Gotham citizens, I am your new mayor, Roy Brown. I believe everyone should know me already."

"The main purpose of my speech today is to advocate for everyone's compliance with traffic rules and also to explain my upcoming new municipal administration in Gotham."

"As we all know, we have joined hands to this ancient city, and now Gotham City will usher in another revival, and a good development opportunity is placed before everyone."

"So, as mayor, I once again propose a new municipality to serve the citizens of Gotham."

"The name of this new policy is the Gotham Civilized City Construction Plan. The main contents of this plan include: From tomorrow, Gotham's six major transportation hubs, 17 main roads and 22 secondary roads will begin to implement the "Gotham Transportation Civilized Day Action."

"During the period, there will be professional traffic guides to guide traffic. Please be sure to abide by traffic rules, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

The TV speech ended here. Bruce turned off the TV and suddenly he had a bad feeling.

But it turns out that Batman's intuition has always been accurate, or Gotham's first law is: in Gotham, no matter how correct your starting point is, how clever the method is, or how perfect the plan is, they can make you shit in the end.

On the turntable of the center of Gotham City Center District the next day, a painted and whistle sports car slowly slowed down its speed. The people inside tilted the window, poked their heads out, and whistled at a beautiful girl standing on the street. A hippie young man covered in tattoos shouted loudly: "Hey! That beautiful girl! Look here, look at Gotham's running boy..."

Before he could finish his words, the girl turned around, threw the cigarette butt under her feet, picked up the rifle behind the street lamp pole, and shot the sports car's tires.

The "bang" explosion shocked the two people in the car. Just as they were about to get angry, the girl came over with a gun. She seemed to be not old last year, no more than 20 years old, had a good figure, and her skin was full of wild darkness.

She lit another cigarette and put it in her mouth, then took out a small book from her jeans pocket, flipped her eyelids, looked up and down at the two people in the car, and said, "Racing boy, right? Bipolar disorder, neurotic headache and precursor to schizophrenia, it is recommended to have three months of treatment."

She said while writing and drawing on the notebook. After she finished writing, she tore the paper and threw it into the car. The young man covered in tattoos picked up the paper and saw that the "Arkham Mental Hospital Diagnosis Form" was written on the head.

He immediately showed a flattering smile and said, "Sorry, this lady, I don't know you are an intern at Arkham Mental Hospital. How about giving us another photo?"

"By the way, what they said is true, right? We can prescribe this diagnosis order to a large extent... I mean an effective medicine for treating headaches."

The girl looked him up and down again and said, "Yes, I will go to the hospital's attending doctor's office for a visit within three days and wait for the ward to be assigned."

"Can you get another one? I think I'm a little mentally ill, too." Another young man shouted.

The girl ignored him and took down the walkie-talkie on her waist and said, "Fourth Avenue! Fourth Avenue! A modified supercar with air-flowing tire on the front left, and there were two passengers. Who are you?"

"Old smoke guns in the East District, our boss is a smoke gun!"

"It's the old smoker from the East District. Hell, why are the poor people from the East District again? Are the rich and rich guys in the West District driving on the streets?"

Not long after she finished speaking, the two of them rode over on police motorcycles. One of them wore a police uniform and greeted perfunctorily, and then said impatiently: "Speeding, changing directions in violation of regulations, running a red light, and fined 300."

After looking at the rocket launcher hanging on their motorcycles, the young man reluctantly paid the fine. Then another person who followed the motorcycle also walked over and said, "Hello, Doyle Trailer Company, do you need towing service?"

"Doer, why are you? You damn bastard! Why are you still wearing a suit? And when will your family have a trailer company?"

The young man named Doyle had a straight suit and tie. It can be seen that his suit should have just bought it yesterday and it doesn't fit very well.

He leaned against the sports car and lit a cigarette and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I'm an ancestral enterprise. Our family has been in this industry for eight generations. For the sake of acquaintances, I'll give you a 30% discount. 150 yuan to help you drag it to the nearest avenue. You know, now only I know which avenue is not blocked. You should be rushing to the warehouse in the east to see the factory?"

The young man in the car curled his lips and said, "Okay, it seems that your boss really values ​​you. Leave all such work to you. Please help me drag the car over and we two walk to Arkham to prescribe some medicine."

They were chatting, when the girl turned her head and saw a black Mercedes-Benz about to turn around. She picked up the horn on her waist and shouted: "Stop!!! You have violated the traffic rules!!!"

Within a few seconds, another gunshot was heard, and the police and the tow company didn't have to move, and they directly negotiated a business.

Continue along this street, two intern doctors at each intersection are specialized in stopping cars and driving diagnosis certificates. They are all holding walkie-talkies. Once a traffic accident is discovered, police and people from the tow truck company will quickly ride motorcycles to the scene, and sign a tow truck agreement will be completed in one go. They can take the car away from the scene in less than ten minutes.

Of course, this is just at ordinary main roads and intersections far from the central city. At the six major battlefields close to the central city, the battle situation is much more intense.

Bruce said to a bodyguard behind him: "Go and stop the red Lamborghini and tell him that he had turned wrong just now, go back and go back and come to me to get the diagnosis certificate later."

"Also, where did the man who was full of swearing just now go? He grabbed him and beat him up, and said Wayne beat him up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "whoosh" sound. Bruce took two steps back. Not far ahead of him, a car exploded directly. The driver rolled and crawled out and shouted to the person holding a rocket launcher on the high platform in the middle of the intersection: "Are you blind?!! I was clearly walking straight!! He changed lanes! He stole my position, why did you bombard my car?!!!"

Before he could finish his words, the aftermath of the explosion seemed to have blown up the car that changed lanes. The hood of the car also exploded, and then the flames suddenly burned.

The driver who changed lanes also rolled and crawled out of the car. The two were about to fight, but they saw that the man on the platform had reloaded the rocket and were aiming here. The two left cursingly. Soon, they met a guy who called himself a trailer company. The wreckage of the two cars was quickly taken away from the battlefield.

"Listen!! Go to the group of bitches on the opposite side! Are you deaf? We should leave the next green light!! Did you hear it?! We should leave!!"

"Have you not watched a TV show?! Look at my hands! What is this?! Gotham Driver Manual! Have you seen it? You have gone for two rounds! It's time for us next time!!"

On a row of trucks opposite the turntable, a tattooed man with a big and thick body came down. He also held a rifle in his hand and compared his middle finger to the yelling man, and then said, "Is there any shit in your mind?! If you want to walk, it's the road to the east first! Then we, you have to wait a little longer!"

Bruce listened to them swearing at each other, and thought hard, and found that his genius could not find any evidence of the so-called traffic rules that the two of them said with confidence.

He asked a bodyguard behind him and said, "Gotham Driver Manual? Is there any other thing? Go and get me a copy."

The bodyguard said: "There are, but there are, but it was just printed yesterday, and it was a handwritten copy. When our mayor wrote this manual, it seemed like he was a little drunk..."

But as he said that, he went to find a car and got a copy. Bruce opened it and saw that the bodyguard was right. If he took a pound of vodka, he would not write such an outrageous driver's manual.

There is Roy's extremely sloppy font on it. The mayor is also a grassroots person and has never been to college. Many words are spelled wrongly, not to mention the confusing grammar. After writing it incorrectly, he uses a pen to scribble. Some lines are squeezed together, and some lines are far apart.

Bruce turned off his brain and tried hard to read the driver's manual from the perspective of these mentally retarded people. He found that although the handwriting was sloppy, the content was chaotic, and there were more swear words than the main text, it made a lot of sense.

The central idea of ​​the entire driver manual is just one sentence: There is no traffic rule in this bad place. Anyone you can see holding a steering wheel here does not have a legal driver's license. If you want to drive here, you only need to know one thing, that is, grab the steering wheel, step on the accelerator, and pray to God.

After a while, Bruce's cell phone rang, and he answered the phone and said, "Hey? Oh, professor... Yes, the internship is quite smooth. I am now at the intersection east of the center turntable. The road conditions here are pretty good. The west side is more chaotic because there are too many sports cars there..."

"Yes, I think this internship method is very good. I heard them say that they have at least memorized dozens of proper terms for mental illnesses. This is a miracle. I believe that you can get at least 5 more points in the final exam..."

"Evans? No...no, he is not diversioning traffic, he has more important things to do."

Bruce said as he looked up. He saw a man in a black suit, who looked like the leader of the twelve family, nodding and bowing to Evans, and moved the car that occupied the road away in a few seconds. The traffic that was a little blocked just now became smoother.

Although Bruce said this, in fact, this so-called Gotham Traffic Civilization Day is basically like a ball of paste.

Roy built a small lookout in the middle of the intersections of various major transportation hubs. The traffic instructors on it basically carried machine guns and rocket launchers in their hands, and bombarded wherever they were wrong.

Under this deterrence, most cars are still willing to abide by traffic rules, but the problem is that Gotham does not have a unified traffic rule at all, and people here have never learned the traffic avoidance rules at all. So Roy added a person who had driven normally in other cities to guide the watchtower.

However, in the United States, traffic rules are different in almost every state, and the contents of the driver's manual are also different, which leads to the different traffic rules used at each intersection.

Although this situation is much better than the original situation where you can't walk at all, it actually cannot meet the needs of logistics operations.

In the teacher's office of Gotham University, senior mathematics professor Anna covered her forehead and said helplessly: "The error in capacity calculation is really too big. Do you have any clues over there? Victor..."

Victor looked even worse, his two big dark circles were almost covering half of his face. If he didn't listen to him, just looking at his current condition, he would think that the frozen man had awakened.

He said: "Don't forget, we have to consider the length of fresh storage. The freighters at the second terminal are all goods that need to be put into storage urgently. They must have an urgent passage, otherwise the goods may be damaged. There are also fragile products on the third terminal and cannot be driven too quickly. When these cars are added to the center turntable, it will affect the overall speed..."

At this time, the door was pushed open with a "bang". Roy rushed in with a gun and said, "How is the logistics system being formulated? There are more than a dozen leaders waiting for my news over there. Their goods are all piled up in the dock, and I can't hold it anymore!"

"We are now using manual calculations. Have you ever seen any fast labor?"

"They can increase the money, as much as you can! 100,000? 200,000? As long as you can come up with the results as soon as possible, the business will not wait for anyone! Friends!"

Victor put down the information in his hand and said, "I called a few of my old classmates last night. They are all professors of mathematics, physics and biology. You have to offer a price that satisfies them before they will come here. You know, the city is not very famous..."

"Give me their phone number, and you will be satisfied!"

On the other hand, as Roy said, most of the leaders of the twelve families gathered in a conference room, waiting anxiously for the results of the process. Among them, the leader of the Spencer family was sitting in the main seat, holding a phone call in his hand and said:

"The goods in Warehouse 3 are damaged? Why? Are they not frozen well?"

"The temperature detection device does not work as usual? Then why no one goes to check it?...I can't understand the scale? Damn it! You illiterate groups! That's my goods worth tens of thousands of yuan!!!"

"The quality of the low-temperature warehouse is not good either? What should I do? We kidnapped before... No, what about the expert hired by high salaries? Tell him that he had promised to double his salary before! Let him find a solution quickly! Forget it, let him answer the phone!"

"Who? Professor Fries? Who is that? Gotham University? No... I can't get into that place. That's the godfather's territory, contract system? Is he very powerful?"

"…what? A living person? His wife? No…this doesn't matter!"
To be continued...