Chapter 814 Red Hood (VIII)

Chapter 816 Red Hood (VIII)

"I found the truck and went back to announce to them that it could indeed be used as a safe shelter to spend the night. They cheered and high-fived each other, but I was a little puzzled that Jason didn't seem so happy. He kept frowning and felt a little worried..."

The cursive English appeared on the white paper. In the afternoon, the weak sunlight shone through the curtains. When it brushed over these words, the scene created by the words became brighter.

The paper was slowly put down, and Schiller at the back pushed his glasses, picked up the coffee cup with his other hand, and took a sip of coffee.

Victor leaned over and said, "What are you reading, a paper?"

"No, it's a travelogue, written by Bruce. Do you want to read it?" Schiller handed the stack of papers to Victor. After Victor took it, he glanced at it and carefully read the first page. Then he said with some surprise: "Is this really written by Bruce? The actions of 'I' written here don't look like Bruce..."

"I said, he's much better. If he hadn't learned from his mistakes recently and thought a lot more open-mindedly, you would only see a nonsense philosophical speculation, not such a more readable travelogue."

Victor nodded and turned to the second page, then said: "His writing is still pretty good, concise and straightforward, but also more beautiful, and the environment and atmosphere are well created..."

Schiller picked up the empty coffee cup, walked to the coffee machine, turned around and said: "Read on, you will see more surprises."

The fragrant coffee dripped into the cup, and the water level slowly rose, just like the Gotham streets that were hit by heavy rain again after the sun set.

"Hurry up! Come up! You are the only one missing!" The big sister called out to another child, saying, "Why did you come back so late? Did you deliver to the wrong place?"

The child climbed up the truck compartment in two steps. He said, "Don't mention it. I am really unlucky today. The person who originally ordered the goods doesn't want them anymore. I have to find a way to sell them."

"Come in quickly. We have boiled hot water. You can take a bottle to warm your hands." The big sister stuffed him a plastic water bottle, which was deformed by the hot water. The child smiled foolishly and said, "Thank you, but I'm not cold. Give it to those little guys."

The twenty or so children in the compartment were tightly packed together. There were twelve on the left and eleven on the right. Almost everyone was wrapped in a quilt, while the other older children were using extra rags and quilts to block the gaps around the truck shed.

After a while, Bruce came up with a wrench and said, "I checked the car while the rain was light. The engine is not broken. The problem may be other problems. If we can fix it today, we can drive to a higher place."

The big sister waved her hand and said, "This is good. You should go to the front cab to see Jason. Take this bottle of hot water. I'm afraid he will be cold."

As soon as Bruce took the bottle, the big sister looked around and said in a low voice, "If Jason says something crazy to you later, don't agree. We can't stand it anymore."

Bruce didn't know what she meant, but he nodded, took the bottle of hot water, and walked to the cab of the truck.

After all, the cab has a roof and is more sealed, so it is warmer here. Bruce put a blanket between the two seats and let Jason lie there. After he got in the car, he stuffed the water bottle into Jason's quilt and said to him, "The children are all arranged. You can take a nap and get up tomorrow morning."

Jason frowned, shook his head and said, "No, it's far from that simple. Can this car be repaired?"

"Yes, but what are you going to do with it? To transport goods? But that's after tomorrow." Bruce said as he sat next to the driver's seat.

"No, I'm going to use it tonight." Jason looked at Bruce and said, "Go and fix it while the rain is light. It will definitely be useful tonight."

"Why can it be used tonight?" Bruce asked with some confusion, "What do you want to use it for?"

Jason swallowed his saliva and said with some difficulty, "Go to save people nearby, go to save the people helped by other children, ahem, the storm tonight is destined to be terrible, the basement will definitely not be able to stay, they will be forced out and then get wet in the rain, but they can't die..."

Bruce paused with his hand holding the steering wheel, he looked at Jason and felt very surprised, because he knew that in such a poor environment as the slum, it is difficult to raise children with extra kindness.

Just as he was thinking this, Jason seemed to see through his thoughts and said, "No, don't be silly, I'm not kind. Among the Gotham gangs, all friendly actions are for the sake of profit."

He stood up with some difficulty and said, "It's not difficult to survive this rain, but we must consider what will happen after surviving this rain."

"The drainage system will not be restored so quickly. It is very likely to develop into a flood like the snowstorm. At that time, transportation will be inconvenient, and many people will rely on children to bring them things."

"But the snowstorm is a slow process. Most children have anticipated the temperature drop, and most of them have prepared firewood and can hide in the house to make a fire. As long as they don't stay outside for too long at night, they will generally not freeze to death."

"But this storm came too quickly, most people were not prepared, and they didn't know how to repair the house. Other children's gangs were not as lucky as us to get a truck."

"It rained heavily in the middle of the night, and the basement leaked too badly. They definitely couldn't stay there. They were forced to the street and then get wet in the rain. Although not everyone caught a cold, many people would definitely get sick."

"Once they get sick, they lose the ability to work. There are many people who need children to deliver things, but few people can deliver things. This will have very serious consequences."

"People need to buy things, which is a rigid demand, but the number of children working has dropped sharply. Once the demand cannot be met, they will think of other ways instead of relying on this group of children..." Jason swallowed again He drooled and said, "Then, the new path we have finally found will collapse again."

"They have spent a long time to develop this habit. Once the children can't be relied on, they will establish a new system to replace us..."

Jason took a deep breath and said, "They hired these children not because of kindness, but because we are useful. They won't charge high prices like adults. They just need the materials to survive."

"But if we are not useful, they will abandon us. They have the opportunity to find another way out, but we don't."

"So no matter how many conflicts I have had with other children's gangs before, this time, I must save them." Jason coughed twice and said, "Otherwise, although we are safe and sound now, there will be no future."

Bruce was stunned. He looked at Jason with a straight look. He really didn't understand how an eleven-year-old child could see the interpersonal supply and demand and industrial form of the entire city so clearly.

Why can he be so far-sighted?

"Bruce. I promised to help you, but I'm sorry, you have to help me first, fix the car quickly, and then tell them that this is what I meant..." Jason said anxiously: "It will be too late if it's too late. We must rescue all the children on this street to ensure that the industrial chain here does not collapse after the flood."

Bruce stretched out his hand. Slowly stroking Jason's forehead, he paused for a moment, and then said: "Jason, you have to think carefully. Even if I can fix the car, driving in such weather and such terrain will cause the car to shake violently, and your wound may burst..."

"And even if this is a heavy truck, there is not enough space to accommodate all the children in Gotham City."

"I know all this." Jason said immediately: "If we can save a street, we will save a street, and if we can save a whole block, we will save a whole block. As long as part of the industrial chain is intact, we will have the opportunity to prove to other regions that we are the best."

Bruce's fingers trembled. For the first time, he felt a strange emotion surge in his heart. He didn't know if it was the sadness that ordinary people said, but he remembered this feeling for a long time, and he still couldn't forget it until he put pen to paper.

The words born out of intense emotions always have a different appeal, and in addition to recording them in travel notes, it is still necessary to express your feelings to the closest people.

"Don't you think this is amazing? Selina, I don't know why he can think so far ahead and make such a miraculous decision so decisively. He is really a genius."

On the roof of Wayne Building, Batman and Catwoman stood together, looking at the setting sun in the sky. Selina smiled and said, "Do you think he is a genius? Then you will soon find out that Gotham is full of geniuses."

"Why do you say that?" Batman asked.

"You were born with inexhaustible resources and countless wealth for you to squander, so of course you don't know how much potential a person can unleash when he is forced into a desperate situation." Catwoman shrugged and said, "If you are forced into a desperate situation several times, you should learn things you don't know and do things you can't do."

"You think we are all selfish bad guys, but I have to tell you that in order to survive, the people of Gotham have an unimaginable spirit of unity, strength and sacrifice. We are each other's enemies and benefactors. We regard each other as enemies and relatives."

"You must know, Batman, in extreme In an extremely harsh environment, nothing is more reliable than the collective, and the gang is actually a manifestation of collective will. "

"What? Are you shocked?" Catwoman turned to look at Bruce, and she said: "Gangs do not represent chaos, on the contrary, gangs represent order, and it is the order brought by collective consciousness."

"You think that gangs follow so many rules and are looking for trouble. You think we should be in chaos and have no scruples."

"But in fact, the facts are exactly the opposite of what you think. The Gotham gang is the most orderly and disciplined gang in the world. This is not because we are the kindest and most far-sighted..."

“It’s simply because the conditions here are the worst, and we must be the most united to fight the deepest darkness.”