Chapter 834 Red Hood (Part 2)

The children of the Curly Tail Gang left along the street corner, carrying all kinds of packages and boxes.

Fortunately, the wasteland behind the warehouse was not included in the scope of the renovation. There was a small forest on the edge of the wasteland, so they could only stay here for one night.

As soon as Jason arrived at the forest next to the wasteland, he saw that another group of children was also coming here. The children of the Curly Tail Gang who had just settled down immediately became alert. The two oldest children took out their guns, and the group on the opposite side was also a little surprised.

"Jason?? Why are you here too? You were also driven out?!" One of the tall black boys came out and said, "Isn't your Curly Tail Gang the most powerful gang of children on that street?"

There was no sarcasm in his tone, only surprise, because the gang in front of him had only about a dozen children, a relatively small number of people, and they were all relatively thin, belonging to the kind of gang that ranked at the bottom.

"Yaoang, you were also driven out?" Jason walked up and said, "If I'm not mistaken, the birch gang in your place should have been driven out too. They had two motorcycles before..."

The black boy called Yaoang nodded and said, "Yes, we were all driven out. It is said that it seems to be some resettlement project..."

He shook his head again and said, "We took up the quota, but the gang members didn't want us to live there. They can rent out the empty house and charge expensive rent. In this way, they can make money without doing anything."

Jason glanced at the children behind him, and then said to Yaoang, "Come over first. We plan to set up tents here. We will be better able to protect ourselves when we get together."

Yaoang didn't say much. His gang was originally very weak. Now he was lucky to be able to hold Jason's thigh. After all, everyone knew that Jason was the most flexible child king here.

The other kids went to set up tents, but Jason took Yoang and the six-fingered sister to the wasteland outside the woods. Jason looked around and said, "We can't go on like this. We will definitely die outside."

Just as the black Yoang was about to say something, Jason said, "This is only the first phase of the project. The second phase may cover most of the East District. The third phase may complete the transformation of the East District and the dock area. When that happens, where will we go?"

"The security guards in the South and West Districts will not let us in at all, not to mention the North District, which is full of gang leaders. Where else can we go? The sea?"

"And the young children We must have a stable life. They get hungry very quickly. If we don't have a stable base, we can't work. If we don't work, they won't have food to eat, and they will starve to death. If they starve to death, we will become weaker..."

"But what else can we do?" Yohan raised his voice and said, "The gangs will definitely not let us go back. As long as one more person goes back, they will occupy a room, and they will lose 40 to 50 dollars a month in income. That's 40 to 50 dollars..."

Jason took a deep breath and said, "There is another way."

"What way?" asked the six-fingered elder sister. She seemed to have a premonition.

Jason turned his head and looked at the children who were setting up tents. Although they showed sadness on their faces, they were not desperate. In fact, they had experienced similar things many times.

The Curly Tail Gang was not born in this neighborhood, but moved to this neighborhood after Jason took over. The street gang they were originally in was very brutal. Jason tried his best to lead them to escape.

Later, the street they settled on was too poor, and they couldn't find any work to support the gang members. After many twists and turns, they finally came here and established themselves. In just one year, they became one of the best children's gangs here.

Although they felt very sad, they still had hope. After all, Jason was still there and would lead them to find a new home.

But Jason knew that they would not have a new home.

As soon as the news in the newspaper came out, all the gangs saw the situation clearly. The fewer people in their neighborhood, the better. The fewer people, the more empty rooms, which means there may be more rent.

Jason felt terrified. He didn't understand who made this rule, because he found that this was actually digging the foundation of the gang.

The fewer people there are, the more resources they get. Will they still unite? Give everyone fairness? No, they won't. The more they want to occupy, the fewer people they have to let here.

They would not think that without the children's gang, there would be no fresh blood, without the bottom members, force would become a problem, without the middle members, finances might be a problem, and without other top members, the gang structure would fall apart.

They would only think that one less person would mean one more room, one more income, ten less people would mean ten more incomes, and if all the rooms were theirs, then moving into the rich area would be just around the corner.

Jason found that someone had stabbed the gang, but had given them a dose of anesthetic, and they would only see luxurious houses, convenient transportation, rising rents every day, and appreciating land prices every day.

But they didn't see that those who were driven out by them were their future.

But Jason saw this, and he understood that if the humiliation and exploitation in the past could be tolerated, there was no room for compromise in today's situation.

Capital will eat up all those who go with the flow, drive them out of the land where they were born, and make them lose their homes, property, and everything.

And those who have all this will not feel ashamed of it, will not pity anyone, they just think that all this is justified.

It seems that they can still wander and set out to find a new home, but in fact, they have nowhere to go and no way to retreat.

The gangs here will drive them out and occupy more houses, and gangs in other places will do the same. In the end, the streets will be given to vendors to make money, the houses will be given to gangs to rent, the jobs will be given to those who have stable housing, and the food will be given to those who have money.

They will eventually lose everything, and who can they blame?

By then, they can only blame themselves, blame themselves for having no money, no job, no house, blame themselves for not working hard, blame themselves for not having enough talent.

Those who have not read those books and do not understand this truth can only repeat these words and go to the grave.

But Jason does not accept such a fate, and he does not want these children to accept such a fate.

But now, it is too late to study, and they do not have so much spare time to receive education. In other words, Jason thought of a sentence Schiller once told him, it is still not too late to receive education in practice.

"What do you want to do?" asked the six-fingered elder sister. She said, "Don't do anything stupid. My injury was actually caused by a gang member from my boyfriend's street. He abandoned me and was unwilling to help me. I don't want to point fingers at him..."

"Yes, we shouldn't point fingers at anyone. Don't expect them to pity us for any reason." Jason's tone became calmer and calmer. He looked at Yoang and the six-fingered elder sister and said:

"We should get what we want ourselves."

When the night fell, the starry sky became deeper. It was very rare that there was no rain in Gotham today. I don't know if the storm a few days ago took away the rain clouds, or left a quiet background for the cries of some weak creatures.

On the roof of a low-rise building, in a large leather sofa, a gangster boss in a suit was reading a newspaper. He took a puff of his cigar and said, "Have those kids been driven away? How many of them are there?"

"There are 26 in total, boss. 26 rooms are provided."

The gangster boss smiled and said, "Thanks to these little bastards. They sucked my blood for so long and finally got out of here. They also left me a lot of rewards."

"Look at the hot scene of the living hell now. There is no problem renting a house in this place. At that time, 10 US dollars is the bottom price. I have already agreed with the boss of the main street on the west side. We will raise the price of the two streets together. I am not afraid that the third street will not follow..."

The gang members hurried forward to flatter them. They are actually just a small gang with only a dozen people. The monthly income is only two or three hundred US dollars. But after the transformation is completed, the rent alone can be more than 1,000 US dollars. Maybe his salary can also increase.

"That's right." The gang leader waved his finger and said, "Since we have rental income in the future, we don't need the line running to the dock. Repairing cars is a bottomless pit. Why bother?"

"Who is in charge of this line? Let him go, but I will take out half of his salary and divide it equally among you..."

"Also, I heard that the public security in the living hell is jointly managed by the big gangs. In this case, the four people who guarded our door before will be laid off in half..."

The members in the room looked at each other and could only agree: "Indeed, I heard that the small gangs in the living hell don't need so many people. If there are fewer people, there won't be so many troubles..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a commotion downstairs. The gang leader's face sank, and several members hurried out to check what was going on downstairs.

Soon, the boss was the only one left in the room. At this time, there was a noise from the balcony. The gang leader cautiously took out his pistol, but the person who came was the six-fingered big sister.

"Don't shoot! Boss, I have something to tell you!" The six-fingered sister looked very anxious. She said, "Something happened to the gang next door. I'm here to tell you about the resettlement. It's urgent!"

Seeing that it was a little girl with a bandage on her arm, and that she seemed to have met on the street before, she should be a member of the children's gang here. She also said that it was urgent, and the boss relaxed his vigilance by half. He said, "What's the matter? Why did you rush over here?"

The six-fingered sister looked around and lowered her voice and said, "When we left this street today, we happened to pass by the gang next door. We heard a financial officer there say that there were changes in the resettlement housing..."

The gang leader immediately frowned and said, "Changes? What changes?"

But at this time, the six-fingered sister was embarrassed and said, "Boss, you drove us away. We have no place to live. The children can't eat. We are in urgent need of money now..."

The gang leader snorted coldly and said, "You still want to bargain with me? You little bastards have been sucking our blood for several years. We are already merciful enough to let you go now!"

"I know you fantasize about having your own house, but I tell you, you are completely daydreaming. All the houses here belong to me. Who cares if you starve to death or freeze to death! It's better to die early, you annoying bastard!"

The face of the six-fingered sister gradually turned cold. She said, "We have worked for you for more than a year and passed on our message to you. Delivered countless messages, if it weren't for Jason, could you have gotten the line to run to the dock? "

"Jason?" The gangster boss sat back in his chair with a mocking look, loaded the pistol in his hand, and then said: "That little brat, he thought he was so smart, but now he is gone? Do you really think he can become a big shot and live in a big house? Dream on!"

"You bunch of stinky bugs from the bottom of the family, never think of having a house to live in, starving every day. Only in this way can you give me less trouble. If you are well fed and clothed, how can I survive?"

The six-fingered big sister looked at him silently, which surprised the gangster boss a little, because he found that the little girl opposite looked at him as if she was looking at a dead person.

Just as the gangster boss was about to stand up, he felt a shadow behind him descending on his head, and a rope passed over his face and strangled his neck tightly.

Appearing in the shadow was Jason's indifferent expression.

His face was calm, and he didn't say a word, but the veins on his hand holding the umbrella strap bulged.

The gangster boss kept scratching his neck, kicking his legs, and waving his limbs, but soon, his eyeballs bulged out, his tongue stuck out, his chest gradually stopped rising and falling, and the six-fingered sister covered her mouth with her hands.

Jason tightly grasped the umbrella strap, not letting go for a moment. At this moment, the passing of life did not move him at all. For the first time, he was charged with murder and was no longer innocent.

In the laws of normal society, killing is against the law, and in the rules of the gang, the children's gang cannot resist, but when the rope was strangled into the gangster's flesh and almost broke his cervical vertebrae, Jason used all the strength, and he didn't want to let go for a moment, which made him understand that he should do this, and he always wanted to do this.

The knuckles loosened slightly, and the umbrella strap fell to the ground. The sound of the buckle hitting the floor was very crisp and deafening.

With a "boom", the night rain in Gotham finally came. In a low-rise building, in an inconspicuous window, the light shone on the red hood, just like the sunset in Gotham.

"Why do you wear this hood?" asked the six-fingered elder sister.

And Jason's answer, through the glass, pierced into the rainy night of Gotham, like a new thunder late in late spring.

"Because I like the color of the hood."

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