[Western Crossover] Playing Good Luck Song After Becoming Gotham's Mayor

Woo hoo hoo where is my comment? (Penguin Search) Where are the comments praising me? (Penguin Revealed) Where are the comments about the mayor? (Penguin crying) (Dou Dou comment area) Where? Where are my cute little comrades? (Penguin trembling) (Wandering) No motivation - no motivation to write anymore - (Lie down) Woo, woo (Penguin squirms)

Finally waiting for you hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. In fact, when I first read this article, I really thought it was crazy literature disguised as politics. I really didn't expect that the mayor has noble sentiments (wipe away tears). The mayor is really amazing.

#Sorry, my dears, I'm sorry, little comrades! Due to various reasons, I, probably, can only update in the comment area - (Penguin kneels down) I'm sorry, I'm sorry everyone (crying) The account was bound to an old mobile phone number. Since I bought a new mobile phone a few years ago, I continued to log in to Jinjiang with the account registered with the old mobile phone number. I did not change the binding in time. As a result, the author's account has not been updated for a long time and I cannot log in. The old mobile phone number has also re-entered the market and is used by other people. I have no memory of the security issues I set before... So, I'm sorry, everyone. I'd rather say I'm super sorry!! Therefore, I bring you an update that is almost a full year late in the comment area - sorry for the trouble!!! 17. The long night was not silent, but fortunately it was over. At least the plan was quite simple and rough, but the night that was quite effective compared to other expectations has passed. Afterwards, I felt sore all over my body, and there was a kind of difficulty emerging from the cracks in my bones that was attacking my brain. Horrible! I stared sharply into the air. Think first of Blüdhaven—— The pawns who were pushed out were nothing, and even the guys involved behind the scenes were just abandoned sons. The real radishes are still safe in the mud, and until now I haven't been able to get them to carry a hoe. A little sad. Although my experience in growing crops is not that rich and there are far less ways to cook them in my mind, the progress will not be too slow. If I provide the vigilantes of Blüdhaven with a sufficient and stable source of explosives, can I get their promise to blow up the carrots into the sky overnight? Think about it, before all the dust settles, the dark corners here will be splattered with blood mist. If I am willing to give up my responsibilities and perseverance, Comrade Secretary will definitely promise: She will make everything settle within three months... Or sink into the sea. Isn't this what the owls want to see? They turned their necks and watched from behind where the uncontrolled knife would stab next. A little hungry. I want to eat fish... No, that's not right. I can't forget my last name... They are all good people, and good people should live well and with dignity. ——Well, think about it on the bright side... At least I didn't experience another sudden explosion in the hospital, right? There were no more twists and turns along the way, and even the conversation behind Bludhaven became much smoother. Everything is progressing slowly. Take your time. It's very clean and tidy here. I believe they will always be willing to remain skeptical after being covered in dust from the explosion. The sun is still rising, and I guess it will be a rare good weather all day long. I also hope that the sunshine can bring the same warmth to old rivals and new friends. Arguing with others is really not something I am good at. When I have nothing to do, I have heard my seniors talk about some negotiation skills with incomprehensible people. For example, say something that is as plausible as the other person, and then appear to be inscrutable. The only thing to be careful about is not to promise easily, but never not to promise. Promises cannot weigh the scales most of the time, but they can shake people's hearts... I thought, maybe I did a pretty good job. A colleague once said that I can intimidate people as long as I show a half-smiling expression. Seeing that I have used this method for so long without any problems, I am willing to believe her again. Even if you don't believe it, there's nothing you can do about it. Tick, tick. ​Then— Gotham's remaining problems. For example, has my residence been broken into by someone? Has the letter I saved in advance been found? Is there any clue about the matters entrusted to other comrades... And my good allies, have they done something secretly, have they done something that I guessed, or have they done something that I don't know about... Oh no, the most important thing is whether Comrade Red Hood has a hobby of reading. If he fails on this point, it will be no less than losing his assistant comrade in the underground boxing world.  …No, it's regrettable that this will affect the serious and serious image I have managed to create successfully, but I will refrain from telling cold jokes. The hour hand on the watch moves slowly. It is said that things are like masters. Maybe I can only hold on to this position for another one or two years before I have to step down and give way to someone else. Maybe this old watch that has been with me for so many years will lie on the hospital bed with me after experiencing such a silent night. The dial is a bit chipped, but fortunately it does not affect its performance. Thanks to the high technology, thanks to its ruggedness. Otherwise, whether time has passed or not, it is of no use to me. Although I don't know how long the negotiations in the next room will take, I really can't wait any longer with my eyes open. The ticking of the watch became the only sound in the room. Fortunately, my heart didn't stop beating, so I could still count with my eyes closed to relieve my boredom. ​​Other than that... I remember there are other things that haven't been dealt with... Should we add some infrastructure to Gotham City... And literacy classes... Although it is called literacy, it actually does not fully have this function. I just want to use the fastest way to gently count the population mixed in those gray areas. A place with a free lunch should be a good place for people who need help and cannot survive. I hope they will come, and when the sticks fall, the woven bamboo basket will trap the birds in every corner. There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the ward. I held back a sneeze and lost my train of thought. I don't want to move at all. I twisted my body and felt pain in my waist and legs again. I couldn't help but thank my comrade secretary for successfully restraining the group's accomplices, otherwise it would not be as simple as escaping from the Bludhaven escape room. When I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll make a custom-made pennant for the vigilante named "Ye Yi". It's such a timely and generous help. Thank you very much. For the sake of my colleague who is also the mayor, I can't come forward to express my encouragement by giving bonuses, so I can only secretly give away ammunition supplies as a thank you gift. It's all thanks to the clean-up operation that Comrade Red Hood participated in, otherwise the supply of goods on hand would not be so sufficient, thank you. Moreover, the assistant comrade also arrived in time. It was hard work and it was not easy to complete those things alone, not to mention that she did not have such a deep friendship with me. I would also like to thank the Mayor of Blüdhaven, who set up the stage and of course I accepted the invitation. From tango to waltz, it's time for us to dance a Balboa too, right? I have stretched out my hand to this city, and with a smile I sincerely invite the other party to stretch out the countless hands behind me and touch me. Everyone in Gotham put their hands into my palms reservedly, and Bludhaven, who is addicted to gambling, is no exception. Tick-tock, tick-tock. The sleepiness surged up and I couldn't suppress it anymore, so I closed my eyes. I originally thought that I could work seriously only if I was awake, but after I closed my eyes, I found that I could continue to use my brain even if I was drowsy. So I quietly enjoyed the rare comfort of being lazy. Facilities, construction... Amusement parks... I remember there seemed to be a proposal placed on my desk a few days ago. Who wrote it? It also mentioned that you could try to get Bruce Wayne to invest. The director of publicity and publicity joked that if one day you want to build infrastructure but are short of money, you can seek help from Wayne. There are many infrastructure projects in Gotham City. Thanks to the Waynes, they saved Gotham... I don't need to say more about this. It is already very clear in the external image of Gotham City. …But given Wayne's enthusiasm when we first met, maybe she wasn't kidding me about this? I had heard about this wealthy philanthropic businessman who spent a lot of money in New York, but I had not had any other contact with him for so long. Maybe there was an inexplicable and strange intuition at work in my heart. Compared with the gossip among his colleagues that he always competes with another wealthy businessman for the front page of a fancy magazine, he is more like a person who hides great ideas. It's really hard for me to control my attitude when facing him. Speaking of which, I'm so hungry. Does the hospital provide dinner? It really worked up my appetite, and I guess I could challenge myself to finish the ten-layered cream soufflé in three bites and get a free meal. ​…I'm hungry. Will I be the second mayor to starve to death? His thoughts became confused and bizarre. Sometimes the dream comes at such a sudden time, and I am almost woken up by a dream from the past that I haven't seen for a long time. When I opened my eyes again, I couldn't tell what time it was outside. I looked out the window in a daze. "Click, click" It seems like it's getting late... I always feel like I've said this before, but it's really getting late now. The dusk outside the window was like orange juice and sparkling water poured on the canvas. I stared at it for a while and began to lose focus. If you ask your comrade secretary to fill a whole glass with a goblet, can you hold it in your hand and fool those cunning businessmen in the past at the banquet? Or maybe the red on the horizon is more like the sauce on a spicy hot dog, which is what she likes... Remembering the assistant comrade whose temperament is more spicy, it should be this color too. The two of them should be able to get along well. They are both serious and cautious at work. At least the handover may be smooth. I wonder if Gotham City will be filled with the same red at this moment. It's only been two or three days since we were separated, and I already want to know how he's doing. I didn't expect that the sunset outside the ward window could represent so many people, but what's more important is the current time. Have I slept for so long? I may have insomnia in the middle of the night. I walked away long enough, and when I turned around, I met the eyes of the secretary comrade beside the bed. She was not frightened. Me neither. Just saying "Huh" doesn't count as being scared. "You seem to be in good spirits." I sighed: "I can't tell." "Do I need to open the window for you to get some air?" "That's fine. It's just that rather than opening the window, I'd rather just flip the roof off." "Are you planning to perform the operation yourself? Although I will support you no matter what, please follow the doctor's advice and rest in peace for now, Madam Mayor." Comrade Secretary spread his hands helplessly, stood up and walked to the window. I couldn't see her face, "I will push up the screen when I open the window." I could only ignore her joking remarks from time to time. I asked a few questions about what they discussed, and the secretary recounted it fluently. Recuperation and treatment, city tours, facility visits, news interviews, meetings and discussions... Etc. The complex and complete plan no longer even uses the standard of hospitality between peers, as if they want to treat me as a guest. "The other party is working on remediation. Although the mayor is also a smart man, it is still a step too late to start the process now." Comrade Secretary shook his head and sighed, "One step is slow, the other is slow, and the delay will lead to changes." I looked at her, and she nodded to me as if she didn't realize it. Then she picked up the apple on the bedside table, peeled it and cut it into pieces... It should be said that she divided it into parts to vent her anger. She handed me the apple carcass, and I remained silent. It doesn't sound like a problem, but that's the problem. "He is planning to delay time." I still ate the apple chunks with a glaring look and tried my best to pull my neck back without leaving any trace: "Did the Gotham newspaper publish the latest news today?" Comrade Secretary was fighting with Apple. After hearing this, he finally stopped torturing each other and just laughed: "As you said. What a farce." "Now that the news has spread, we can probably take some souvenirs with us." I took the apple from her hand and put it back on the fruit plate: "If you calculate carefully, there are quite a few people to give away. It is necessary to prepare more, and I will have to work harder for you and the assistant comrade." She stood up without saying a word, bowed slightly and performed the gentlemanly etiquette commonly used in balls: "It is an honor for you to serve me, Madam Mayor." I really wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, I thought who wouldn't be crazy working in Gotham, so I let go. Although I often don't understand the desire of my secretaries to perform, not intervening or interfering is what I need to do most. I believe that they can do their job well and that's enough. *Gotham, early morning The uniformly printed Gotham newspapers are sold to the outside world. The top section has the title "Special Interview with the New Mayor of Gotham City", which contains an exclusive interview with the mayor by an anonymous reporter. In addition to some regular questions, it also included some sharp questions that I liked to hear. Although they were no different from previous reports, they were resolved in the answers. Under this, there is a report that the mayor was invited to Blüdhaven for exchanges. Taking up the rest of the page is a follow-up report on the shocking explosion in Blüdhaven. This report has enlarged and bolded the title, and even revealed vague so-called inside information. It is very classic that it only comes from well-informed people. The report is not long. Except for the extremely inflammatory words, the rest are true reports, but when combined together, subtle meanings are revealed between the lines. Newspapers don't attract attention, but social media doesn't necessarily. Just as people once worried about television subverting the traditional printing press culture, if the political nature of something is used as a coin to put into the entertainment claw machine, then what people will get is not necessarily a calm analysis report. ——But a ignition of panic, especially after another large-scale criminal attack. Many people commented on the video boldly shot by locals, and were even surprised to see the person involved excitedly recounting the scene at that time, with simple language and clear understanding of the situation. It's amazing to see. ——Is this really the case? Our mayor went to another city and died unexpectedly there? ——No, no, that's not the case! This post tells the story, it's a conspiracy against us! ——Aimed at us? Why! If I were allowed to argue with God about the sins I have committed since my birth, even He would surely shed tears for me! My God, we haven't done anything! ——Isn't that what it is? Screw *Lotus Paste Coconut Crispy Cookies*, because we didn't do anything! ——My family members all died in that explosion. Why didn't anyone save them? Why do I have to encounter this, and why do people always have to die because of this *green pepper stir-fried millet spicy* thing?! ——Because we do nothing!! ——I survived the explosion only because I was stuck in traffic and arrived at my workplace a little late. But when I saw the scene on the news, I could have sworn how shocked I was! I almost died!! But my colleague did not escape. She had severe burns on her back and multiple fractures all over her body. Our financial conditions were not optimistic, so she told the doctor on the operating table that she had no money... She could not survive, but Madam Mayor! She helped us advance all the medical expenses! This doesn't even cost interest and we could stay in the hospital for a month!! ——If you want to ask why we are encountering this, it is because they have done nothing! But now someone has finally done it, why should we lose her so quickly!! ——Because we do nothing. But there are always people paying attention to both aspects, so a small voice spread like this: "Has Madam Mayor been invited to Blüdhaven?" "The mayor has gone to Blüdhaven!" "The mayor has gone to Blüdhaven!" "Is the explosion related to her?" "Is something going to happen to the mayor?" "Is she still alive?" "... Are you coming back?" So these small and trivial things fermented in a small corner, and were never paid any attention to by the "big men" who controlled the fate of others. Only the official newspaper from Gotham appeared on the desktop of the Mayor of Bludhaven's office. Also blatantly declared: What a coincidence, I am the mayor of Gotham.

I am fascinated by the charisma of the mayor. Is this a reliable adult? I feel so at ease, as if I can solve any problem by following the mayor. Comrade Secretary is online. This time I met with the assistant. If two people stand next to the mayor's wife, one on the left and the other on the right, it seems that the three brothers are more expensive under the illusion of the moon. The three of them stand together and burst out with an invincible momentum (enough, you are a jockey, don't do it anymore). And if you are injured, take a rest. Stop reading the documents conscientiously. At this time, just be "lazy" for a little bit! The newly appeared Secretary Bruder feels like the kind of character who has both allies and powerful enemies (what am I talking about). She has ambition and strength that cannot be underestimated. Will she become the mayor's lady in the future and change the obstacles on Gotham's road, or will she maintain a delicately balanced relationship? (Finally, I really can't help but want to say, Penguin, the titles of each chapter of yours are so distinctive. Every time I read the title of the article, it's like opening a Taoist book. My head starts to hurt. I can't understand what the teacher said at all, and I became a student rated as having low morals by the teacher after the exam.)

When I saw Taiyang's words, I suddenly felt that not only the mayor, but also her comrades had extraordinary identities.

Such a shallow pit, so beautiful!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, let the red light shine on the land of Gotham hahahahaha

Wayne is a multinational group, and he doesn't just stay in Gotham. Bruce is the richest man in the world. Otherwise, Gotham spends so much money and its own top-notch equipment every year. A city-level richest man is really not enough.

Looking at the title, I always feel the pain of going back to high school and being dominated by politics. What should I do? I have begun to look forward to the mayor standing on the podium to preach communism to the citizens of Gotham (crazy hints that the author will update)

I haven't had time to read Penguin's new chapter since school started. I finally had time to read it because of the virus (wry smile). I haven't read it for so long that I almost forgot what happened before. So I read it again from the beginning, and it was really fun. Also, there is a new chapter about Madam Mayor's battle damage (? It's a bit awkward (whisper). Shake the penguin to see if it will drop the saved manuscript (hold up the penguin)

Come on, come on, I finally waited for my wife (wipe away tears) Madam Mayor is so dedicated (shock sound), she used her body to feed the tiger to lure the enemy to expose herself, it was so exciting