With the sound of "bang", the children in the truck compartment were startled. Some people covered their ears and said, "Is it thundering? But why does the ground also shake?"
"What ground? Aren't you standing on the truck?" Someone asked, and the older child used his feet to chop up the ground and said, "It seems that the car started..."
"Start it? But isn't the car broken down? How can it start?" Someone asked, and the six-fingered sister who was adjusting the quilt next to her said: "Everyone, be quiet. Go to bed if you have nothing to do. Over there, go in."
Squeeze, leave some space, don’t fill up the car..."
Everyone saw that her expression was not good and they didn't dare to say anything. After a while, Bruce walked into the car and said, "I just repaired the car. Maybe we can drive to other places later."
The children looked at him with wide eyes. Some of them seemed to understand something, but they did not discuss the issue. Instead, they asked Bruce: "How is Boss Jason? Is he okay?"
"He's fine. He doesn't have a fever. His wounds are not infected. He's recovering well." Bruce got out of the car again and turned around and said, "I have to go see him. Don't be surprised if the car starts driving later. Just be careful.
Hold it up."
After he left, the atmosphere in the car became silent. A few older children gathered together, and the six-fingered eldest sister said: "I knew Jason would definitely do this. He definitely wanted to drive to save people...
…”
One of the black boys said: "If I meet that guy Wes, I will definitely not save him, I will kick him into the mud!"
Another girl also snorted coldly and said: "Every time we show kindness, why are those losers so useless? They have never come to save us once!"
The six-fingered eldest sister touched her long brown hair and said, "Who makes Boss Jason so powerful? Moreover, we are indeed luckier than them. Don't forget, during the last snowstorm, if a few gangs hadn't put firewood
If they are all gathered together, many people will definitely freeze to death."
"Just for the sake of last time!" A boy pouted and said with dissatisfaction: "It's really rare that they are willing to contribute firewood. Forget it, if the boss wants to save it, just save it. If there are too few of us,
Now, the gangsters at the top will demand more money."
"Later, those children who have just arrived this year may have conflicts. Don't forget to comfort them." The eldest sister explained: "If someone cries, you must stop them. There are also children in other gangs.
If everyone starts crying, it will be over."
"Don't worry." A girl who looked relatively thin said: "When I came back today, I brought some candies to coax them. Tina and I will take three each, and I'll leave the rest to you. I really don't care.
If not, just plug their mouths with candy."
"Be careful, don't let the kids from other gangs see you. If they know we have something good, they will definitely find a way to steal it..."
The children chattered for a while and then took their places. They had not communicated with Jason, but they all understood what he meant.
In fact, they thought differently from Jason. They didn't think about the supply and demand relationship, but they all knew that if there were fewer children, it would not be a good thing for anyone...
In the face of natural and man-made disasters that may lead to the loss of a large number of people, people of the same class are more inclined to unite to safeguard their own interests. This will make them put aside their past grudges and ensure the strength of the ethnic group. Otherwise, if this class weakens,
Everyone will be unlucky together.
This is a very simple truth. Of course Bruce could figure it out, but what he didn't expect was that these children in their early teens could also figure it out and implement it very resolutely.
When the rain falls harder and harder, the sound hitting the buildings no longer sounds like a lullaby, but more like an invading war drum. It is difficult for anyone to fall asleep on a stormy night. Such sounds always make it impossible to calm down.
Come.
Listening to such a voice, Bruce put down his pen in the study. He stood up and reached out to close the window tighter to prevent moisture from entering. At the moment when he changed his mind, some inspiration burst out, making him want to
How to describe the next scene.
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When the thunder that pierced the sky fell, I was driving a truck on a dark street. The tires rushed through the puddles, and the splashing water droplets were blown into the window by the strong wind. I covered Jason's face with my coat,
He can't take any more rain..."
"Suddenly, I saw a light appear in front of me, and a group of short figures stood on the street, waving to me. I stepped on the brakes without thinking, and heard a scream from the car behind me. I knew,
Maybe a child fell..."
"But the noise in front of me became louder. Groups of children rushed towards me, like schools of fish avoiding natural enemies, passing through the strong wind and waves..."
"The rain-covered ground was like a mirror. I saw the light of the flashlights in their hands flickering in and out. If I had come a little later, they might have been swallowed up by the darkness, but fortunately, Noah's Ark arrived.
It’s just in time…”
Putting down his pen, Bruce felt a noisy sound in his ears along with the sound of rain.
"Quick! Quick! Mark! Pull him up quickly, and him, go see the girl, her shoes are wet, pour out the water before coming in..."
"Thal?? Why are you here? You damn bastard! Get your people to the right and leave some space. Who else?! Who else?! Come up quickly! The rain will be heavier later!
"
"Everyone, lean in, squeeze in! Push in! There are two people who haven't come up yet... Come on! Three! Two! One! Okay, drive! Drive quickly!"
In the cab, with Bruce's kick of the accelerator, Jason pulled off the coat covering his face. He had just slept. After being woken up, he said: "How's it going? We picked up a few children."
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"All the children from a nearby street have gathered together. They just got on the bus..."
"They are smart." Jason felt that he had regained some strength. He slowly sat up and said, "The kids on these streets are not stupid. Unlike those idiots, they know they can point me out."
..."
"Okay, now we turn around and go back to the wasteland so that we won't attract too many people's attention. As long as we spend tonight, we will be much better..."
Bruce sighed and was about to turn the steering wheel, but suddenly, a ray of light dazzled his eyes. He squinted and saw several small figures on the other side of the intersection, looking around with flashlights...
.
Bruce saw that it seemed to be a member of another child gang. Another car drove past them quickly, splashing water all over them. The youngest child among them was shivering, holding his arms and squatting on the ground.
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The rain outside the window was very fast, accompanied by strong winds, and when the raindrops hit people's faces, they were like tiny shrapnel driving straight into the skin.
Such a 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 this continues, they will definitely die.
Bruce's hand stopped turning the steering wheel, and then turned 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 some kids on the street next to me. I'll pick them up and then go back." Bruce replied.
"No, no!" Jason sat up immediately and said, "The street next to it is not our territory. We don't know the gangs there, and they won't allow us to enter!"
"But I can't just watch them freeze to death." Bruce replied. When he said the word "frozen to death," his tone trembled, obviously thinking of something.
"You idiot! You don't know the consequences of this!" Jason clenched his fists and said, "You think you can save these children, but the result is that we will all die."
He sighed and said: "You don't understand, Gotham gangs have rules and you can't trespass on other people's territory. It would be fine if you sneak in secretly, but if you drive a truck and drive directly into the card, we will be in trouble."
of!"
Bruce paused for a moment, but he still turned the corner without hesitation, then stretched his hand out of the car window and shouted to the group of children: "Get in the car!"
All the children were shocked, but the group of children saw something that could protect them from the rain, and they immediately crowded towards it.
Bruce ignored the quarrel coming from behind. He knew that now the truck had arrived outside the territory of the Capuchin Gang. His brain was running fast. He had to find a way out for these children before trouble came.
But trouble came faster than he imagined. There was a "squeak" and a harsh sound of brakes. Jason let out a scream. The vibration of the brakes touched his wound, and Bruce also fell on the steering wheel.
The car in front of me was much smaller than the truck, but many gang members with guns rushed out from it. They shouted at the truck: "Which gang are you from?! Why are you breaking into our place?!"
"
Looking at the black muzzles of their guns, Bruce tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and Jason said in a weak voice: "Put up your hands, open the door, and let them check here..."
"You will be discovered..." Bruce leaned back slowly and said, "They will throw you down!"
"That's better than being shot into a sieve immediately!" Jason said in a louder voice: "Open the car door quickly, they are going to shoot!"
Bruce hammered the steering wheel hard, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
Two gang members walked up and found a child in the passenger seat. They snorted, grabbed Jason's shoulders, and tried to drag him out.
Then other gang members shouted from behind: "Boss, this car is full of children! They may be the kid gang from the next street!"
"Children? Why do they have a truck?! Get them off!"
Jason screamed in pain as he was being dragged, but did not resist. Bruce saw that blood remained along 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.
"That smell stimulated me. 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 have to find a way out for it..."
"So, I stepped on the accelerator."
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