Chapter 815 Red Hood (Part 9)

Chapter 817 Red Hood (IX)

Accompanied by a "boom", the children in the truck compartment were startled. Some covered their ears and said, "Is it thundering? But why is the ground shaking?"

"What ground? Aren't you standing on the truck?" Someone asked. The older children used their feet to make the ground and said, "It seems that the car started..."

"Started? But isn't this car broken? How can it start?" Someone asked, and the six-fingered elder sister who was tidying up the quilt next to her said, "Be quiet, go to sleep if you have nothing to do. Those over there squeeze in and leave some space. Don't fill the car up..."

Everyone Seeing that she looked unhappy, they didn't dare to say anything. After a while, Bruce got into the car and said, "I just fixed the car. Maybe we can drive somewhere else later."

The children stared at him with wide eyes. Some of them seemed to understand something, but they didn't discuss the issue. Instead, they asked Bruce, "How is Jason? Is he okay?"

"He's fine. He doesn't have a fever. His wounds are not infected. He's recovering very well." Bruce got out of the car again and said, "I have to go see him. If the car starts later, don't be surprised. Hold on tight."

He left the car. The atmosphere in the car fell silent. Several older children gathered together. The six-fingered elder sister said, "I knew Jason would do this. He would definitely drive to save people..."

One of the black boys said, "If I met that guy Weiss, I would definitely not save him. I would kick him into the mud pit!"

Another girl also snorted coldly and said, "We are always kind-hearted. Why are those rubbish so useless? I have never seen them come to save us once!"

The six-fingered elder sister gathered her long brown-red hair and said, "Who made Jason so powerful? Besides, we are indeed luckier than them. Don't forget that during the last snowstorm, if several gangs had not gathered firewood together, many people would have frozen to death."

"It's just because of last time!" A boy pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "It's really rare that they are willing to donate firewood to us. Forget it, forget it, the head will be saved. If there are too few people, the gangsters on the top will ask for money. " "Rest", "When I came back today, I took some candy when I came back today and coaxed them the best. After discussing it for a while, then everyone did not communicate with Jason, but they all understood what he meant. In the face of natural and man-made disasters that may cause the loss of a large number of people, people of the same class are more inclined to unite together to safeguard their own interests, which will make them put aside their past hatreds and ensure the prosperity of the group. Otherwise, if this class weakens, everyone will suffer together.

This is a very simple truth, and Bruce can certainly figure it out, but what he didn't expect is that this group of children who are only in their early teens can also figure it out and can implement it very resolutely to the end.

As the rain gets heavier, the sound of beating on the building is no longer like a lullaby, but more like an invading war drum. On a stormy night, it is difficult for anyone to fall asleep, and such a sound always makes it impossible for people to calm down.

Listening to such a sound, Bruce in the study put down his pen, he stood up, stretched out his hand to close the window tighter to prevent moisture from invading. At the moment of changing his mind, some inspiration burst out, allowing him to think of how to describe the next scene.

"When the thunder that broke through the sky fell, I was driving a truck on a dark street. The tires rushed through the puddles, and the splashing water was blown into the car window by the strong wind. I covered Jason's face with my coat. He couldn't get wet in the rain anymore..."

"Suddenly, I saw lights appearing in front of me. A group of short figures stood on the street and waved at me. I stepped on the brakes without thinking. I heard a scream from the car behind. I knew that a child might have fallen..."

"But the noise in front of me was even louder. Groups of children rushed towards me, like a school of fish avoiding natural enemies, passing through the strong wind and waves..."

"The ground covered with rain was like a mirror. I saw that the light of their flashlights was flickering. If I had come a little later, they might have been swallowed by the darkness, but fortunately, Noah's Ark arrived in time..."

Putting down the pen, Bruce felt a noisy sound in his ears along with the sound of rain.

"Quick! Quick! Mark! Pull him up, and him, go check on the girl, her shoes are all wet, pour out the water before coming in..."

"Sal?? Why are you here? You damn bastard! Tell your people to move to the right and leave some space, who else?! Who else?! Come up quickly! It will rain harder later!"

"Everyone move in, squeeze in! Squeeze in again! There are still two people who haven't come up... Come! Three! Two! One! Okay, drive! Drive quickly!"

In the cab, with Bruce's accelerator, Jason pulled off the coat covering his face. He had just taken a nap, and after being woken up, he said: "How is it? How many children did you pick up?"

"All the kids from a nearby street have gathered together and just got on the bus..."

"They are smart." Jason felt that he had regained some strength. He sat up slowly and said, "The kids from these streets are not stupid. Unlike those idiots, they know they can count on me..."

"Okay, let's turn around now and go back to that wasteland. This way, we won't be noticed by too many people. As long as we get through tonight, everything will be much better..."

Bruce sighed and was about to turn the steering wheel, but suddenly, a ray of light flashed his eyes. He squinted and saw that on the other side of the intersection, there were several small figures holding flashlights and looking around.

Bruce saw that they seemed to be members of another gang of kids. Another car drove past them quickly, splashing them with water. The youngest child shivered, hugged his arms, and squatted on the ground.

The rain outside the window was very heavy, accompanied by strong winds. When the raindrops hit people's faces, it was like tiny shrapnel nailing straight into the skin.

Such heavy rain will cause people to lose heat quickly. And it seems that the children at the intersection were forced out of the basement by the accumulated water and stayed on the roadside at a loss. If they continue like this, they will definitely die.

Bruce stopped turning the steering wheel and turned it in the opposite direction. Jason, who was lying on the chair, felt that the direction of the vehicle was wrong. He asked: "What are you doing? Where are you going?!"

"There are a few children on the street next to it. I'll pick them up and then go back." Bruce replied.

"No, no!" Jason was about to sit up immediately. He said, "The street next to it is not our territory. We don't know the gangsters there. They won't allow us to go in!"

"But I can't just watch them freeze to death." Bruce replied. When he said the word "freeze to death", his tone trembled, obviously remembering something.

"You stupid young man! You don't know what the consequences will be! Jason clenched his fists and said, "You thought you could save these children, but the result is that we will all die. "

He sighed and said, "You don't understand. Gotham gangs have rules. You can't trespass into other people's territory. If you sneak in, it's fine. But if you drive a truck straight through the checkpoint, we will be in big trouble!"

Bruce paused for a moment, but he turned the corner without hesitation, then stretched his hand out of the window and shouted to the group of children, "Get in the car! ”

All the children were stunned, but the group of children saw something that could shelter them from the rain and squeezed onto it directly.

Bruce ignored the quarrels coming from behind. He knew that the truck had now arrived outside the territory of the Curly Tail Gang. His brain was working fast. He had to find a way out for the children before trouble came.

But trouble came faster than he thought. With a "squeak", a harsh brake sound came. Jason screamed, and the shock of the brakes touched his wound. Bruce also lay on the steering wheel.

The car in front of him was much smaller than the truck, but many gang members with guns rushed out of it. They shouted at the truck: "Which gang are you from? ! What are you doing breaking into us? ! ! "

Looking at their black muzzles, Bruce gripped the steering wheel tightly. Jason said in a weak voice: "Raise your hands and open the door, let them check here..."

"You will be found..." Bruce slowly leaned back and said: "They will throw you down! "

"That's better than being shot to pieces right away!" Jason said in a raised voice: "Open the door quickly, they're going to shoot!"

Bruce hammered the steering wheel hard, took a deep breath, and then opened the door.

Two gang members came up and found that there was already a child in the passenger seat. They snorted coldly, grabbed Jason's shoulders, and tried to pull him down.

And from behind came the shouts of other gang members: "Boss, this car is full of children! They may be the children's gang from the next street!"

"Children? How can they have a truck? ! Get them down!"

Jason, who was dragged, cried out in pain, but did not resist. Bruce saw that blood flowed down the edge of his coat.

The smell of blood filled the small cockpit, and Bruce's fingertips began to tremble, just like the hand holding the pen when he wrote this text.

"The smell stimulated me, and I felt a dark emotion covering my heart. I felt a kind of anger from it, which was different from the anger I felt before..."

"I want to find a way out for this emotion, I know. I must find a way out for it..."

"So, I stepped on the accelerator."