Ten minutes later, Bruce looked at Jack sitting in the passenger seat, wiped his eyes with a tissue, deliberately made exaggerated gestures, and said in a weird voice: "Oh, the joke you told is so funny.
I haven’t laughed so hard in a long time!”
"What's so funny?" Bruce asked, looking straight ahead.
Suddenly, Jack moved his head close to Bruce, almost touching his face, and asked him with wide eyes: "Do you need to eat? Are you hungry? I still have bread in the car, do you want to eat?"
"No, I'm not hungry." Bruce replied, but soon Jack exposed him. He put his head near Bruce's stomach and said, "I heard your stomach growling. You must be hungry. Come and eat."
A piece of bread!"
Jack took out the unfinished bread from his pocket, sniffed hard and said, "This is leftover from last night, but it tastes really good. Why don't you have some?"
"No." Bruce refused again. Even if he starved to death, he would not eat the clown's food. Who knows what kind of bomb he stuffed there?
Jack suddenly became quiet. He held the half piece of bread in his hand, sat upright in the passenger seat, looked at the congested traffic in front of him and said, "Why didn't you ask me this question earlier?...Why not earlier?"
"What's the problem?" Bruce looked at them.
"How can you eat without money?... That's what you just asked me. You really should have asked me earlier." Jack suddenly changed his expression. He straightened his messy hair and rubbed his eyes.
"What's the problem?" Bruce asked again.
"Nothing." Jack suddenly shook his head, as if he didn't want to talk. After a while, he asked again: "Have you made any money?"
"Not yet." Bruce stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove forward for a short distance, but then stopped.
Jack became eerily quiet, as if he didn't exist. Bruce drove the truck forward intermittently. After being stuck on the viaduct for more than an hour, he finally approached the distribution point.
When they arrived at the distribution point, Bruce discovered that the person who came to pick up the goods today was a stranger, and he seemed to be coming with bad intentions.
Bruce picked up the gun he just bought. The moment the group saw the gun, their expressions changed. The bald leader winked at the back. A thin man behind him stepped forward and looked at Bruce indifferently.
He curled his lips and said, "Are you new here? Do you know the rules of the distribution center?"
Over the past few days, with Batman's genius and learning ability, he has already figured out the underlying rules. He didn't say much at all, he just loaded the bullet, raised the gun and said, "I only know the rules of this thing."
At this time, the bald man came up and said: "Okay, stupid young man, don't get too excited. None of us want to get into trouble. After all, now is a good time to make money. If you end up in the hospital, you won't make any money."
arrive."
"Which warehouse should I go to?" Bruce asked, touching the handle of the gun again, and the thin man said, "Go to Warehouse No. 4 and wait in line to unload the truck."
Bruce pointed the gun at him, pulled the trigger, and said, "Don't try to trick me. The parking space in garage 4 is the smallest. It takes half an hour to turn around. Let me go to garage 8."
"Don't go too far." The thin man said in a louder voice: "Warehousing No. 8 is a place only for street gangs on Green Street. You, a country bumpkin from a cross square, still want to go to Warehouse No. 8?"
The bald man also advised: "Newcomer, don't think that you are great because you have a gun. Everyone here has a gun. We don't take it out just because we don't want to waste bullets. Let's open a back door for you.
You go to warehouse No. 5 to unload the goods, the place there is the third largest..."
Bruce was unmoved and said, "If you don't let me go to Warehouse 8 to unload, I will unload here."
With that said, he was about to turn around and open the warehouse door. At this moment, the bald man's expression changed. He walked quickly to Bruce, stopped him, and gritted his teeth and said, "Good boy, who taught you this?"
"
Seeing his expression, Bruce knew that this trick would work. Is this a trick he got after treating an old truck driver in Cross Square to a meal yesterday?
look
The group of people guarding the distribution point are not afraid of you threatening them with guns. After all, as he said, who doesn't have a gun here? They may have more bullets.
What they are afraid of is that if you move the truck to the center and stack all the goods at the door, then the cars behind you will not be able to get in. If there are too many trucks, they will be scattered and unblocked. They will not be able to do anything this afternoon.
Nothing else.
Moreover, if a car carrying valuables is blocked on the road and the leaders of the big gangs interrogate it, everyone will be in trouble.
Ordinary truck drivers don't use this trick, either because they don't know it, or because they are worried about offending too many people, but Bruce is not afraid at all. He doesn't have those complicated relationships, and he is not afraid of wearing shoes if he is barefoot.
The bald man also noticed this. He lowered his voice and said, "Let's each take a step back and unload the goods in warehouse No. 7."
"I have to go to No. 8, otherwise there is no way." Bruce stared at him, and then said: "I have already taken a step back, don't think I don't know, No. 8 is not the best warehouse, the one turning east on No. 9
Behind the corner, there is also a special delivery..."
"Okay, stop talking." The bald man looked around and said, "You know a lot, but you'd better keep your mouth shut, otherwise it won't be good for you."
After speaking, he waved to the person behind him and said, "Let him go to warehouse No. 8 to unload the goods!"
Bruce took the gun and returned to the driver's seat. Jack, who was sitting in the passenger seat, applauded vigorously and said, "You're doing really well, Mr. Truck Driver. You've only worked for a week and you've figured out all the tricks!"
"
Bruce turned around and said, "A week is still too long. I should have figured these things out in three days."
Jack lit a cigarette, and Bruce frowned and said, "Don't smoke in my car."
"I'll just smoke one." Jack stretched out his hand out of the car window very familiarly, shook out the ashes and said, "In three days, you will learn how to drive a truck in Gotham, and then, what are you going to do?"
Just as Bruce was about to speak, Jack took a long drag on his cigarette and said, "Then end your stupid experience of life, go back to Wayne Tower, and tell those shareholders that life in the slums is nothing more than this."
"You will tell them that those poor people really don't know how to work hard at all. They deserve to be unable to eat."
"Can't those beggars squatting on the roadside spend three days learning how to drive a truck? Since they are so lazy, they shouldn't go to rich people for food when they have no money, anyway.
They brought it upon themselves.”
Jack's tone was very calm, without any anger at all. He put the cigarette into his mouth and said: "Then, that night, you will put on a bat suit worth hundreds of millions of dollars and come to the slums where you have experienced life.
Give the person who gives you a hard time a beating."
"You feel that you took out the anger of the people here and realized their dream that has never been realized, beating up those villains just now."
"They did not praise you, but published newspapers to slander you. You feel that they are really ignorant and not worthy of being saved."
"Then, you stand on the top of the Wayne Tower again, thinking that heroes always have to bear a lot of infamy. It is your fate to not be understood by others. The world kisses you bitterly, but you repay it with songs. You have never forgotten it.
Your kind nature..."
The smoke slowly dispersed, and Jack flicked the ash out of the car window again and said, "Batman, this is why I say people who dress up as bats are crazy."
"Have you ever thought that this society doesn't need you at all? Everything you do is just to impress yourself."
"People are very good at calling things they don't need garbage. Both of us are garbage thrown out, but you are the only one who thinks you are a hero."
"They see you as trash, but you see yourself as the god who saves them." Jack turned to look at Bruce and said, "Batman, we have never looked down on you, because every move you make says, this
What society does is the right thing to do.”
"But in fact, they are so narrow-minded that anything they don't need will be called rubbish by them."
"Being socially
There is a lot of garbage thrown out, and we all regard this ugly society as a game, enjoying ourselves and laughing here."
"Only you, with a sad face, as if the master who threw you out was so kind to you and worth looking forward to."
Jack threw the cigarette butt out the window and said, "It looks ugly, like a dog abandoned by its owner."
Bruce turned to Jack and said, "Are you done? Don't you have your own truck?"
"You hit the point again." Jack turned to look at him, showing a smile and said, "I used to have it, but now I don't have it."
"Why is it gone?" Bruce asked again.
"This is the last question."
"what is the problem?"
"How can you eat if you don't have money?" Jack shrugged and said, "How can you buy a truck if you don't have money?"
"What about your old car?" Bruce asked.
"Let me think about it." Jack tapped his temple and made a thoughtful expression and said, "Was it the first week I became a truck driver... or was it the second week? My car was set on fire.
Already."
"I can't remember the exact reason. Either I didn't load the goods according to the gang's instructions, or I didn't give these warehouse managers any benefits. Anyway, one day, when I was going out, I saw a raging
Fire...·
Jack stretched out a hand and waved it in front of his eyes. He said, "I saw the new car I bought was burned. It was raining that night, but the rain couldn't put out such a fire. It was burned right in front of my eyes."
It became a wreck..."
"At first, I tried to put out the fire like crazy. The flames burned off my eyebrows and burned my face. But then, the rain became heavier and heavier..."
Along with Jack's voice, the rain fell down, and when it hit the ground, it made a thin sound, and the crackling sound of burning flames sounded in my ears. In the rainy night, the flames of the truck were particularly strong.
A dark figure stood in front of the flame, watching it burn quietly, like a traveler who had exhausted his last strength in the snowy night.
All his physical strength, time, and efforts were exhausted in the long night. He had no other firewood to burn, so he could only burn away his hope for the future.
He used this flame to keep warm, hoping not to freeze to death tonight, but he did not have to spend tonight again, because there would be no sun tomorrow.
In the rainy night, he sat on the ground, raised his head, and quietly watched the flames of the truck burning. The rain fell on him, but it did not fall to the ground, but disappeared into him like a baby returning to its mother's arms.
in vivo.
Looking at the rich and warm firelight, the traveler danced excitedly, truly happy for this last night of carnival.
As the firelight rose, he laughed, letting out a deafening, crazy laugh that penetrated the dark sky of Gotham.
Because he knew that it was because of this fire that he finally had the chance to laugh, pierce the dark clouds, and cover the city.
It was this fire that burned away his mask of being disciplined by poverty and hardship, allowing him to reveal a sincere smile and perform such a great act.
Rather than, like all people wearing masks, go into that good night gently, just like what this society wants them to do, make noise and die in silence.
This chapter has been completed!