Chapter 781: Deadly Joke (VIII)

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 I haven’t laughed so happily 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 it?"

"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 wrong with this?" 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 a short distance, but stopped again.

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.

Arriving at the distribution point, Bruce discovered. The person who came to pick up the goods today was a stranger, and he seemed to have a bad intention.

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?"

These 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 touched the handle of the gun again and asked. The thin man said again, "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 raised his voice and said, "No. 8 Warehouse is a place only for street gangs on Green Street. You, a country bumpkin from a cross square, still want to go to No. 8 Warehouse?"

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. He said: "If you don't let me go to warehouse 8 to unload the goods, I will unload the goods here."

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, 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?

The group of people guarding the distribution point are not afraid of you threatening them with guns. After all, as he said, who here doesn't have a gun? They probably have more bullets.

What they are afraid of is. You move the truck to the center and stack all the goods at the door. In that case, the cars behind you will not be able to get in. If there are too many trucks, it will be scattered everywhere. It still needs to be cleared, so they can't think of doing anything else this afternoon.

Moreover, if a car transporting valuables is blocked on the road and the leaders of the big gangs interrogate it, everyone will be in trouble.

Most truck drivers don't use this trick, either because they don't know or 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 at Warehouse No. 7."

"I have to go to No. 8, otherwise there is no way." Bruce stared at him, and then said: "I have 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 head 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! "

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Bruce turned around and said, "A week is still too long. I should have figured this 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 the ashes and said, "In three days, learn how to drive a truck in Gotham, and then, what are you going to do?"

Just when 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 don't have money, anyway. They brought it upon themselves.”

Jack's tone was 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. Beat up anyone who gives you a hard time.”

"You feel that you vented your anger for the people here and realized their dream that they have never realized, beating up those villains just now."

"They did not sing your praises, 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 not to be understood. 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 that 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 trash. We are both trash, 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 right.”

"But in fact, they are so narrow-minded that anything they don't need will be called garbage by them."

"There is a lot of garbage thrown out by society. We all regard this ugly society as a game, where we enjoy ourselves and laugh."

"Only you, with a sad face, as if the master who threw you out was so good 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 right 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.

"That's the last question."

"What's 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 original car?" Bruce asked.

"Let me think about it." Jack tapped his temple and made a thinking expression and said, "Was it the first week that I became a truck driver... or was it the second week? My car was set on fire. ”

"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 put a hand in front of his face and waved. Said: "I saw the new car I bought burned down. It rained that night, but the rain couldn't extinguish the fire. It was burned into a wreck right in front of my eyes..."

"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, and when it hit the ground, it made a thin sound, and the crackling sound of the 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 energy, 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 fire to keep warm in the hope that he would not freeze to death tonight, but he would not have to spend another night 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 his body like a baby returning to its mother's arms. in vivo.

Looking at the bright and hot fire, the traveler danced excitedly, feeling truly happy for this last night of revelry.

As the fire rose, he laughed, a deafening and crazy laugh that penetrated the dark sky of Gotham.

Because he knew that it was because of this fire that he finally had the opportunity to laugh, piercing through the dark clouds and covering the city.

It was this fire that burned off the mask of poverty and hardship that he wore, allowing him to smile sincerely and make such a great move.

Instead of, like all people wearing masks, walking gently into that good night, as this society hopes they will do, coming noisily and dying in silence.