Chapter 283: Young Pi's First Encounter (Part 2)

At the end of the alley on the East District Curly Tail Street, a cellar door was opened with a "click". A black-haired boy in a red jacket jumped out first, followed by a brown-haired boy with glasses.

The boy with glasses grabbed the arm of his companion in front of him, as if trying to stop him from going out. He said, "Hey, Jason, don't be like this. Batman has been hanging around here recently. If you go out to steal things tonight, he will definitely find you!"

The boy called Jason turned around and said to him, "You told me that the big tire we pried off before couldn't be sold, so I had to go, otherwise the younger kids in our Curly Tail Gang would go hungry!"

The brown-haired boy continued to persuade him, but Jason shook his hand away impatiently and said to him, "Little rascal, I know you are very capable, Elizabeth Yin The famous gangsters on the street all want to invite you over. "

"But we are different. The location of Curly Tail Street is not good. We have to go south to grab territory so that the members can make money. But if we don't have enough food, where do we get the energy to fight?"

The little sly guy pushed his glasses and said, "That's why I want to stop you, Jason. You are the boss of the Curly Tail Gang. If you are caught by Batman, the remaining members will really have no way to survive."

Jason grabbed his hair in annoyance, but the little sly guy pulled him into the cellar. Jason was a little confused and was pulled in by him.

Walking into the cellar, there was a small workshop with two shabby workbenches, on which various tools were placed. The only toolbox looked relatively new and was placed on a cleaner table.

What was very eye-catching was that on one of the workbenches was a very large and special-shaped tire with a bat pattern printed in the center of the tire.

The little rascal pulled Jason to sit on the chair next to him and said to him: "If you hadn't helped me last time, I would have been cut by those motorcycle gangs. You saved my life, so of course I am willing to help you."

Jason looked very young, but he was dressed very maturely. His expression and words were exactly the same as those gangsters. He spat and said: "The market is too bad recently. Several young kids in our gang can't collect a penny."

"In order to prevent them from being beaten, I and several other older ones have to help them, but this is not a solution."

As he said, he turned his head and looked at The tire on the workbench hit the wall angrily and said, "It would be great if we could sell this thing. Is there really no other way?"

The little rascal said calmly, "Don't worry. Yesterday at the vocational school, I called a few of my classmates to come over and take a look. Maybe there will be a way."

Just then, there were several regular stomping sounds from the ceiling. Jason stopped the little rascal who was about to get up and said, "I'll go up and take a look. Don't come to cause trouble."

Jason opened the door of the cellar a little, and the little rascal also went over. They saw an older fat boy stomping his feet. , the little rascal opened the cellar door and shouted to him: "Hey! Tire! Over here..."

"Oh, here! So you live in the basement, I was wondering why you asked me to come here to stomp my feet yesterday..."

The tire walked into the cellar door, and he saw the bat tire at first sight. He walked up and said with wide eyes: "Cool"

"Wait, is that the bat symbol? My God! Did you really do a big deal?!"

The tire walked up and knocked hard on the rubber on the bat tire. At this moment, there was another rapid stomping sound above his head. The little rascal went to open the door, and his voice came from the door: "Hey, you Why are you two here together? Rocket and Red Truck..."

As soon as the two walked in, they saw Tire standing next to Bat Tire. Tire waved at them, pointed at the Bat Tire and said, "Look! The coolest tire I've ever seen, only it deserves my name!"

Jason walked up to them and said, "Hello, my name is Jason, Jason Todd, the boss of the Curly Tail Gang, you can just call me Jason."

Tire, Rocket and Red Truck are much older than Jason and Slick, but they are all in their early teens. In fact, there are only children in this room, but their way of communication is very mature.

Red Truck was the first to come up. He was a black man. He bumped fists with Jason like a black gang member. He raised his chin to Jason and said, "I've heard of you. Last time, you used a rivet baseball bat to beat that annoying yellow-eyed guy. At that time, I heard that he fell to someone three years younger than him. I couldn't believe it, but now it seems that you are indeed a tough guy..."

Jason wiped his nose and said, "You can't get by here without some skills."

The little sly interrupted their greetings. He knocked on the table and said, "I invited you here to solve this tire problem. As you can see, Jason and I planned to steal the tires of the famous Batman car..."

Slick and Jason looked at each other, while the other three looked curious. The girl named Rocket said, "How did you do it? My dad told me that Batman is not easy to deal with."

"In fact, it's much simpler than we thought. The hardest part is to find a chance for him to leave the Batmobile alone."

"Then, how did you pry this thing off?" Tire asked.

Jason looked at the little rascal, who spread his hands and said, "It's not difficult. If Jason and I were not too young to lift more tires, we could remove all four at once, leaving only an empty shell for the rich old man..."

Imagining this funny scene, several children laughed. Jason crossed his arms and said, "We successfully stole it back here, but the problem is that we can't sell it because this damn mark is too obvious!"

The tire waved his hand and said, "What's the big deal? You are in this business, don't you know? Can't you just spray paint it?"

The red truck walked to the side of the tire and touched it, saying, "I'm afraid it won't work. This thing has a pattern, it's uneven, even if you spray paint it, you can see it. Can't you grind it off?"

"I tried, but my current tools are not good. The hardness of this metal is too high. Unless you can get a machine tool, there is no hope." The little rascal shook his head and said.

"Then take it apart and sell only the tire rim?" Rocket suggested.

"Actually, I can't take it apart." The little rascal touched his temples, but the tire was a little surprised and said, "You can pry it off, but you can't take it apart?"

"Yes, but this is a technical problem, the reason is very complicated. In short, we can't take it apart and sell it separately now."

"This is a bit troublesome." Red Truck touched his chin and said, "I know a few people who play modified cars may like such a tire, but you only have one now, at least you have to get two, then someone is willing to buy it, otherwise you can only hang it on the back of the car as a decoration, then you can't sell it at a high price,"

"If you can melt it into bullets, maybe my dad will be interested in it." Rocket followed his "This metal looks very hard, maybe it can be made into a shield."

Little Sly sighed and said, "If I can melt it, why would I need you?"

"My mother knows a lot of people, but this can't go through her hands."

The tire patted the tire bead on the bat tire and said, "I like it too and want to buy it home, but my mother is a widow and I don't want to cause her unnecessary trouble."

Seeing the three people say this, Jason couldn't help showing a disappointed expression, but the red truck said, "Why can't you take this tire apart or grind the pattern on it? Is it purely because you don't have enough skills? Or is it a problem with the tools?"

"It seems you I know a lot about this." The little sly guy walked to the workbench and said, "Tools are the most important problem. Look at what we have here? There are only rusty wrenches, screwdrivers and pliers. The only useful thing is this old jack, but it's about to break down."

"If there is a furnace and a hydraulic press, things will be much easier."

"We can think of a way from this direction. You can even steal Batman's tires. Is it difficult to get a hydraulic press?"

"Of course it's difficult." The little sly guy said affirmatively: "Don't forget, Jason and I are not older than you. It's not easy for the two of us to bring back such a big tire. We can't even use those professional workbenches and big machines. I can't even move it."

"That's easy. As long as you help us write the homework for the vocational school, we will help you move it!"

The little rascal pushed his glasses and said helplessly: "I'll say it again, our teacher can see the difference in handwriting."

"Then let us copy the answers!"

"Yes! Copy the answers!" Rocket also echoed. The wildly dressed girl wrinkled her nose and complained: "I don't want to do homework! But my father insisted that I write it. He said he couldn't afford to offend the teachers there. What nonsense!"

"Then let's do it, but we have to plan it again. I think there is someone who can help us..."

The little rascal looked at the people next to him, and they all looked at each other. Obviously, they thought of the same name.

"Cobot!"

"Where is he now?" Rocket asked.

"Oh, I know. He seems to be traveling between the East District and the mental hospital recently. He should pass by the street next to him. We just need to wait for him there."

After that, several people pushed open the door of the cellar and ran out one after another, and then pushed each other to run to the street next to him.

Just then, they heard a scream, and then saw a little girl with black hair and blue eyes standing at the entrance of the alley. Several people stopped and Jason said in surprise: "Why is there a little girl here?"

The little rascal also narrowed his eyes and said: "Looking at his clothes and appearance, he should not be a child from the East District, but a child of the rich old people in the South District."

Rocket ran over first, and several people followed her. Rocket held the little girl's shoulder and said, "Who are you? Why are you here? Where are your parents?"

"Wow!!!"

The little girl screamed, and several people saw the sharp teeth in her mouth and stepped back in fear. Jason said, "... Could it be that her parents abandoned her here?"

"Not really, look at the necklace on her neck, it seems to be a gem. If they really wanted to abandon her, there would be no need to wear such an expensive necklace for her..."

Jason walked forward hesitantly. He saw that although the little girl had sharp teeth and her eyes looked a little strange, she didn't mean to bite anyone. He touched her head, then looked around and said, "We have to take her away from here. If those gang members come on patrol, the little girl will be in danger."

" Really? In case his parents come, you may be troublesome. The bunch of rich people is best at bite! "Jason did not refute him, just pulled down the necklace on the little girl's neck, and then picked into his own clothes, and said," If they come to me, I will leave the child in place and let them take it away. "It must be" "said," the little girl was picked up from his hands, and he said, "Let me come back to your base, and then take a look at Kopard and see if there are any people who are nearby." The sloppy black figure appeared at the end of the street. "He is the leader of the four thieves in the East District. He is a very powerful thief who has stolen from almost all the jewelry stores in Gotham."

"Thank you for your praise, little friend, but I still want to say, put down the little girl you are holding."

Catwoman flicked her whip again, scaring several people back.

"She is your daughter? No! No! I heard that you are also from the East District. How could you have a daughter who is dressed so richly? You can't be..."

Jason waved his hand back and said to Rocket, "Don't put her down. Black Cat may be a human trafficker!"