Chapter 785: Deadly Joke (XII)

Bruce left. Perhaps because of the gun in his hand, the strong man did not bother him.

Driving the truck that was about to fall apart and biting the tasteless bread, Bruce felt relieved. It was better to be poor than to be in debt. At least the consequence of being poor now was just being hungry. If he really owed the gangsters high-interest loans, it would be really troublesome.

He deeply realized that he was no longer the omnipotent Batman. His current condition was very bad. He had never been so embarrassed in his life.

He had not eaten enough for many consecutive days, and he had consumed a lot of energy. He had lost at least ten pounds. His cold was much better, but his throat was still hurting, and it seemed to have turned into bronchitis. His stomach was still not used to the diet here, and he would still have diarrhea at any time.

In this case, Bruce could not fight with those strong gang members, because he could not accept the consequence that he could not beat those gang members.

When he was Batman, if he had not beaten up gang members, like when he first became Batman, lime was sprinkled in his eyes, he fell from the top of the cage and fell into the trash can. The consequence was that he returned to Wayne Manor in a somewhat embarrassed manner, cleaned his expensive uniform, bandaged his wound, checked his eyes, put in some eye drops, and then went upstairs to rest.

But if he was beaten up by gang members and fell from the roof now, not to mention the possible risk of fractures or organ rupture, he could not accept the result of spraining his hands and feet, because he would not be able to drive.

If you don't drive, you can't make money. If you don't make money, you have no money to eat. If you don't eat, you will be weaker. Weaker means easier to bully. Being easier to bully means easier to get hurt. Being more easily hurt means you can only make less money...

Bruce now understands why the foreman said that people who enter the canning area can't get out.

Because once you step into this river of poverty, you can't go upstream, and everything can only slide towards an irreversible abyss, until a certain point, you fall from the waterfall and are smashed to pieces.

Fortunately, Bruce's luck was good in the next few days. He lived a stable life for a few days, saved dozens of dollars, and made some friends among the truck driver group.

He gradually figured out the rules here and finally got a meal. At this time, a master in a truck group found Bruce and said he wanted to invite him to play this weekend.

Before, Bruce also followed other truck drivers to participate in activities, but most of their activities were to find a delicious barbecue restaurant to eat barbecue, or take group orders, and share the money they earned.

Bruce only wanted to make money now and had no interest in playing, but the old truck driver was the leader of another small group. That group had a way to transport fresh food outside the city. Transporting fresh food was a profitable job, much more profitable than transporting ordinary goods. Bruce thought about it and decided to go with him to see if he could get to know people from the farm outside the city.

The old master took Bruce to a nightclub. Bruce no longer had the conditions to use ginger ale instead of beer, so he drank some, but fortunately, his alcohol tolerance was better than that of ordinary people, so he didn't feel drunk. …

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the main show was finally about to start. Several girls leaned on them. Bruce smelled the strong perfume of the New Year's holiday on them and felt like vomiting.

Others had a lot of fun, but Bruce, who was downgraded in consumption like jumping off a cliff, couldn't even maintain his expression of acting.

These girls, not to mention those glamorous socialites, even the most ordinary waiters in the restaurants Bruce usually went to, were much more elegant than them.

Bruce started to pretend to be drunk and ran to the toilet to vomit. Those girls didn't like to hang out with young guys like him. They knew he had no money. Those old truck drivers, although dirty, were generous.

Other young people who came for the first time like Bruce were all showing their courtesy. They enjoyed the feeling of being sought after and were even willing to spend money to open wine for these girls.

Bruce pretended to have gastroenteritis and left the scene with vomiting and diarrhea. After a while, he saw

that these people came to the alley behind, each took one away and got on their respective trucks.

Bruce, who returned alone, did not feel regretful. He just felt lucky to have escaped death. He felt that if he breathed the same air with these people for one more second, he would get sick.

The next morning, the refreshed master found Bruce again. He felt sorry for not being able to take him to play to his heart's content yesterday, so he invited him to play again tonight. Bruce wanted to decline, but unexpectedly, the leader of his group also went. Bruce had no choice but to follow him.

Fortunately, there were no girls this time. After a few rounds of drinking, more than a dozen people cleared the table and started playing cards.

Two people played against each other, and more than a dozen people placed bets. When the atmosphere became heated, the money that could only be earned by driving for a day was thrown onto the table as soon as the hand loosened. If you wanted to pick it up again, you would be despised by everyone. The look in the leader's eyes would be brighter than a light bulb.

Bruce just watched without joining the game, which soon caused dissatisfaction, but he did not choose to stand outside the table and follow the bets, but played the cards himself.

There were no bugs, no surveillance cameras, and Bruce did not have a built-in perspective. His high IQ allowed him to remember every card and figure out the card path on the field and in his hand. Generally speaking, he won more than he lost, but after the game, he was yelled at for dinner.

The next day, he lost more than he won, and was urged to win back. For the first time, Bruce felt that the entertainment time after work was not so precious, and he would rather drive at night.

In order to avoid this annoying bad social interaction, Bruce decided to deliver goods urgently at night. Night driving can make more money, but it is also more difficult to drive.

It is easy to get sleepy when driving at night, especially in the first few days, when the jet lag has not been reversed. Other truck drivers all smoked *** to refresh themselves, but Bruce resolutely refused to smoke, so he crashed the next day.

Fortunately, the collision was not serious, just a minor bump. There is no traffic police here, no insurance, and the liability system mainly depends on who has more bullets in the gun. The truck driver on the opposite side cut the corner and knew that he was in the wrong. Looking at Bruce's young face and strong body, the two decided to go back to their own homes and repair their cars.

There was nothing wrong with other places, but the key was that one of the headlights was broken. When driving at night, high beams are very important. Bruce found a repair shop and negotiated for two hours. Finally, he replaced it with a brand new high beam instead of a second-hand one. The price was that the money he saved was at the bottom again. …

Why is it so difficult to save money? Bruce has been thinking about the reasons.

He doesn't know whether he is unlucky or there is really something wrong with his way of doing things. Isn't he adapting fast enough?

Three days of stable work, one week to solve food and clothing, half a month to mix with the industry familiar face, now it's almost a month, except that he is still penniless, the biggest achievement is that he is still alive.

Bruce couldn't find a reference, so he didn't know if his situation was normal. He wanted to find someone he could trust to ask, but when he looked around, there was no one he could trust.

Then he found that the most trustworthy person in this circle was Jack the Joker.

Through the various situations he had observed before, Bruce found that Jack the Joker should be considered a pretty good truck driver. The bread he bought was half the price of his own, not to mention that he could eat fried chicken.

This was the first time Batman took the initiative to find the Joker, but not to put him in jail, but to see if this madman was doing better than him.

The result disappointed him greatly, the Joker was doing too well.

When Bruce found Jack, he was leaning against the door of the repair shop smoking. Bruce's first reaction was not to stop him from smoking, but to see what cigarettes he was smoking. He found that the Joker was smoking good cigarettes that cost 20 cents a pack, so Bruce turned around and wanted to leave.

Jack found him, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at Bruce and said, "Look, isn't this our performance champion? It seems that you haven't eaten well in recent days. Didn't your bat mother feed you?"

Jack walked to the curb and squatted down, and Bruce squatted beside him.

Jack handed Bruce a cigarette, but Bruce didn't take it, not because

he insisted on not smoking, but because he didn't even have a match.

It's impossible for him to go over and ask Jack to light a cigarette for him. With Jack's clumsy appearance, if his hand shook and ignited the several kilograms of explosives on his body, the two of them would have to go to the Grim Reaper to decide who was better.

"Have you never thought that one day you can sit on the roadside and chat with me calmly?" Jack exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "And you are still jealous of me, jealous that I am doing better than you and richer than you."

"You are dreaming." Bruce looked at the street in front of him and said, "I am not jealous of you. I am not as rich as you now, just because I have worked for too short a time. If I were as experienced as you, I would be as rich as you."

"If your useless self-esteem could be exchanged for money, you would not have to sleep in the truck long ago." Jack curled his lips and said, "You know what? I don't want to make explosive eucalyptus at all now. I don't want to make this problem more difficult, because Even if it's so simple, you can't answer it correctly. "

"I will find the answer sooner or later." Bruce held his knees with both hands and said, "Look here, look for them. If I find the answer, Batman will come back and I will send you to prison."

"Don't you think this sounds like blessing me?" Jack said, "Bless me to have three meals a day without working, without the risk of starving to death, and spend taxpayers' money."

Bruce stood up and leaned against the telephone pole beside him. He didn't refute what Jack said, because he found that what the Joker said was damn right, because his current life was worse than going to prison.

The Joker held his knees with both hands, put his chin on his arms and said:

"I don't need to deal with you anymore, because you have chosen a more difficult opponent yourself, who is much stronger and crazier than me."

"In this world, the only thing I admit is crazier than me is reality."

"Batman, I even want to help you. Only when you crawl out of the cradle can you know what is the most despairing thing in this world."

The last scene Bruce leaned on was the back of the Joker limping away in the sunset. He did not ignite the explosives, nor did he laugh crazily, but he did something even crazier -

He left Batman $100, enough for him to rent a house.

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