Chapter 817 Red Hood (XI)

Chapter 819 Red Hood (XI)

The rainstorm continued without stopping, and the truck entered the dark rainy night like lightning.

"Where are you going?!" Jason asked anxiously.

"I'll take you away from here! Find a safe place!" Bruce turned the steering wheel and said loudly.

"Stop!" Jason also shouted loudly. As the sound of rain outside the window became louder and louder, the two had to use all their strength to communicate with shouts to prevent their voices from being drowned out by the rainstorm.

"You are killing us, you will kill all of us!" Jason's voice kept trembling. He said, "You and I can break away from this rule. We can leave at any time, but these children can't!"

"Bruce, please, stop!" Jason's hand was tightly grasping the backrest. Bruce was not sure if he heard a hint of crying in his tone, but there was no doubt that Jason was very vulnerable now.

"I really shouldn't have asked you to fix this car!" His tone revealed deep guilt, he said: "This will kill all of us..."

"We shouldn't have trucks, let alone drive trucks, and the worst thing is that when everyone is hiding in trucks, let it drive on Gotham's roads!"

"Why can't you drive on Gotham's roads?" Bruce asked loudly, he said: "Anyone can drive, including you!"

"No, you don't understand. Bruce, the gangs will show mercy to us because we have too little and can't threaten them, and once we have Enough, and we will die!"

Bruce was sure that he heard deep fear in Jason's tone. Jason's breathing began to become irregular. He said, "If we can rob a truck, it means that one day we will rob guns and rocket launchers, and then compete with them for territory..."

"All the children are poor creatures parasitic on the gangs. We must be weak enough and not threatening to survive. This is our way of survival and cannot be broken..."

Bruce felt a chill to his bones. Jason's tone reminded him of the little girl who died in Wayne Manor that night.

He finally understood why she died.

This society, everyone in this society, used extreme violence to tell her that you can't have anything and must be weak enough, otherwise, we will take more, including your life.

Therefore, she branded this cruel way of survival on her skin, engraved it into her bones and heart.

Bruce gave her food, a house and medicine, but if she wanted to accept these, she would have to peel off her skin, break her bones and take out her heart.

"This is our mask..." Jason said: "This society puts a mask on us..."

"We know that this mask makes us struggle and starve, but we still have to do our best to protect the mask."

"Because as long as we have a mask, we can survive in society. As long as we can survive in society, there will be some gaps to fill our stomachs and build shelters for us, instead of dying under the gun in the endless chaos."

"So, Bruce, please..." Jason's body temperature began to rise, and his mind became a little unclear. He said: "Don't take off the mask, I can't take off the mask, even though I can do it, but I can't do it..."

Bruce's face began to become colder and colder, and his hand holding the steering wheel had bulged with blue veins. How should a person who wants to survive in society take off his mask?

At this moment, he thought of the Joker and himself.

The blazing fire burned the only material that the Joker relied on for survival. This society no longer gave him room to survive, so he used the fire of madness to burn off the mask that was disciplined by society.

And he, Batman, deeply realized that in order to save the suffering of this society, he must no longer live so seriously like every ordinary person. When he laughed, the hypocritical playboy mask was completely dissolved in the chemical pool.

And now, these children, or all those who are disciplined by the rules of Gotham like them, how should they take off their masks?

Or even a smart, sharp and brave child like Jason, who can clearly realize that all this is wrong, can only go with the flow, or become a supporter of this cruel rule to stop the changes brought by Bruce and pray for his companions to live.

In such a desperate situation, where should this dilapidated and shaky truck go in the stormy night to find a way out?

Bruce kept asking himself this question. Where can this city, which has already hit the bottom in the darkness, go?

Bruce heard Jason crying, but it was no longer obvious because more crying came from the cabin of the truck. However, the children could not save the current terrible situation. They did not want to cry or show weakness, but there was no other way.

Amidst these cries, Bruce felt the long-lost sadness and anger. His hands gripping the steering wheel began to tremble, and then gradually regained their calm, as if he had made a decision.

"A long time ago, I read an analysis of class contradictions. At that time, I could not fully understand the part about non-confrontational contradictions and confrontational contradictions, but at least I remembered one sentence..."

In Wayne Manor, Bruce wrote:

"The contradictions between classes are irreconcilable, and the means of resistance... is only violence."

With a "click", the light was turned on. Alfred came to Bruce with a cup of hot milk. He put the cup down gently and said, "Master, you should turn on the ceiling light. The light of the desk lamp is not enough for you to read at night."

"Oh, I was writing to the key point, and I didn't realize it was dark," Bruce put down his pen, raised his head and looked at Alfred, and said, "I have finished this part of the narrative, and only the discussion is left."

After speaking, he paused After a moment, he looked at Alfred and said, "Alfred, do you think that if I add some theoretical references to this part of the narrative, will it affect the overall score?"

"Master, I studied mathematics in college." Alfred shook his head and said, "I have hardly written any decent articles in my life. If you have any questions in this regard, you might as well ask Mr. Dent."

"You are a little too modest." Bruce turned his body back and said, "I remember that when I was a child, you taught me grammar."

"Yes, master, but that is very basic stuff. If you want to look up any information, I can help you find books."

"I..." Bruce paused with his hands on the table. He didn't know whether Alfred was deliberately avoiding certain topics or really didn't want to discuss with him.

If it was the former, Bruce felt that he should not keep provoking him, and if it was the latter, was he so dull and unteachable in his eyes?

To this end, Bruce looked at Alfred and said, "Alfred, I'll read this part to you. Can you help me check if there are any grammatical errors?"

"Of course I'm happy to help, sir." Alfred replied.

"The car drove aimlessly on the street. I tried my best to accommodate every child who asked for help. I kept driving forward without a goal until Jason started asking me..."

The truck kept moving forward, accompanied by bumps. Jason asked, "Where are you going? Where are you taking us?"

Hearing his somewhat weak question, an inexplicable emotion rose from Bruce's heart. In the rumble of the truck, he said, "I'm going to the North District."

Jason closed his eyes painfully and said, "There is no one there who needs your rescue, and there is no room for more people in the car."

Bruce looked back and saw that the rear carriage was full of people. The children were shivering together, but fortunately, because there were so many people and it was very crowded, the heat dissipated slowly. Although most people were pale, they had not started to lose temperature.

Bruce held the steering wheel, paused and said, "Indeed, there is no one I want to save there, but I have to go there. I want to know, who did the person who created this rule do it for?"

The person who created this rule... Jason, lying on the chair, thought, who created the current rules of Gotham? Perhaps many people would say it was the Godfather, and perhaps Bruce also thought it was the Godfather, but Jason always felt that it was far more than that.

This city is like a microcosm of something, and all forms of evil can be found here. These evils were not created by the Godfather. Before he came to this city, it was more chaotic and evil.

Jason hated the cruel rules, but he was also one of the supporters of the rules, because he knew that once such rules collapsed, the weak would only be more miserable, but if it was not the rules of the gang that led to the evil, then what was it?

As the truck rushed into the bridge in the North District, the entire North District of Gotham seemed to be on fire, with lights lit up one after another and shouts heard.

In the dimness, Jason saw that the lights of the manor were close at hand, but their fate was still heading towards the unknown.