Chapter 784: Deadly Joke (XI)

Bruce was determined to leave, but the old man still stuffed a cigarette into his mouth and said, "I will provide a free cigarette to every newcomer who comes here. This may save his life at a critical moment and will also increase my customer. If you really can't stand the pain, come to me. The doctor welcomes every patient."

Bruce took the cigarette and returned to the car with stiff steps. He put the cigarette in his pocket and sat in the seat blankly until it rained again in Gotham.

Bruce, who had nowhere to go, could only stay in the truck. This was his only shelter. Although it was not very warm, it could at least keep out the wind and rain.

Staying in the driver's seat, Bruce kept echoing the words of the old man in his mind. They were so absurd and unreasonable, and they sounded like a joke.

But the old man was not joking. He really regarded himself as a doctor and looked for solutions for those patients. He believed that he could cure them. In his opinion, no pain was considered a cure.

Is this absurd? Maybe, but it also makes sense.

In these few days, Bruce deeply realized the importance of labor ability, which is the only hope for everyone here.

They must be able to work in order to survive here. If they can't move, they can only wait for death.

In order to obtain the ability to work, they will try all possible methods, including using drugs to relieve pain.

There are two ways to treat diseases, one is to treat the symptoms and the other is to treat the root cause. Bruce completely disagrees with using this chronic suicide method to treat the symptoms, but he also has no way to question why these people don't treat the root cause.

Because, the two wrinkled dollars in his hand can't even pay the registration fee of the hospital.

If you can only rely on yourself to obtain basic survival materials, then the saying that there are unexpected changes in the sky is no longer a simple sigh, but a bolt from the blue.

On the day when the thunder fell, many people had already died. The death penalty was sentenced on the first day of the first lunar month, but it was not until the fifteenth day that he died.

Bruce, lying on the seat, gradually felt hazy and sleepy, but this time, his dream kept falling down, wandering in repeated falling and waking up.

His hand holding the rifle gradually loosened. The double torture of body and mind made him sink into a deep dream, so he didn't hear some strange noises.

When he got up the next day, Bruce stretched in his seat. He felt a little better. The symptoms of stomachache had disappeared, and his physical strength had recovered a lot. Moreover, the temperature did not drop today. After the temperature rose, the feeling of cold also faded.

Bruce felt that everything was turning around, but this feeling did not last too long. Ten minutes later, he found that the car could not start.

Getting off the car to check, Bruce found that the lock of the fuel tank was pried open.

The full tank of fuel he had filled before was all stolen, and he slept too deeply last night and didn't hear any movement.

The problem now is that if he wants to eat, he doesn't have enough money to refuel, and if he wants to refuel, he doesn't have enough money to eat.

If he doesn't refuel, he won't be able to do today's work. After eating today's meal, he will still have no money to eat tomorrow's meal, but if he doesn't eat, his gastroenteritis may become more serious and his body will be weaker.

After weighing the pros and cons, Bruce decided to go to the gas station. He had to ensure sustainable development, rather than eating one meal and not having the next meal.

Finally, he came to the gas station and filled up the tank with the remaining money again. He also saved a little money to change the lock of the tank. At this point, he was penniless again.

After filling up the gas, he could go to work. As long as he worked, he could get money and eat the next day. In this way, everything would be fine.

With this mood, Bruce embarked on the journey again.

Like the previous few days, he came to the gangster's warehouse and started loading goods. Today's business was particularly good. He loaded a full truck of goods and received a two-dollar tip. As long as he pulled the truck to the distribution point, he could earn another ten dollars, which would cover three days of food.

Bruce felt that he had made the right choice and did not short-sightedly use the money to buy food. Otherwise, he would still be worrying about tomorrow's meal.

I drove on the road, got on the viaduct as usual, and then started a long traffic jam.

However, in the past, even if there was a traffic jam, I could at least move once every five minutes. It took several hours to run a 20-kilometer journey. Although it was a bit slow, I could still finish it.

However, today the traffic line seemed to be welded together, and it didn't move. Seeing that the sun was already overhead, and half of the viaduct had not been completed, Bruce couldn't help but get off the car like other drivers to check the situation.

You don't know until you see it, and you will be more desperate. A transport truck carrying cold storage dense ice raw materials has leaked. The leaked materials have frozen the back half of the viaduct into ice. Now they are waiting for professionals to come and solve the problem. If the professionals can't come, they can't expect to deliver the goods today.

I have been on the bridge all the time, waiting until two o'clock in the afternoon, when Bruce was notified that the professionals came, but they were not professional enough, and they had to find more professional people, and more professional people would not arrive until tomorrow. The entrance to the viaduct has been blocked, and the cars that are now blocked on the road are unlucky, and they can only leave tomorrow.

Standing on the viaduct, Bruce could clearly feel that the sunshine here was better than on the ground. Although it was still not clear, the view was wider, but his mood was not open enough.

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He felt angry, aggrieved, and regretful, but he didn't know who to blame.

After asking about the situation, Bruce found out that the driver of the truck transporting raw materials stayed up late driving and didn't sleep all night. He didn't pay attention when he got up to check the valve today. As soon as he got halfway, the raw materials leaked completely.

The professional who came here for the first time said that these raw materials cannot be recycled. In other words, a small negligence of the driver put him in debt of at least 300,000 US dollars, and now Bruce has realized that 300,000 US dollars is not Just a few meals for him.

The vast majority of drivers dare not leave their trucks. They have all experienced what Bruce experienced before. They may just go to the toilet or eat, and the gas will be stolen. The road is blocked, and they can only stay on the road. this.

Some children ran to the viaduct to sell food. Many truck drivers bought it, but Bruce did not buy it because he had no money at all.

After being hungry for another day and night, Bruce felt that the fat in his body was being consumed rapidly, but his spirit was better than before, and he was no longer tormented by the ubiquitous hunger.

The next day, after the road was cleared, Bruce drove to the distribution point, but when he went back to check out, half of the money was deducted.

The reason is that the goods were delayed for a day and failed to catch up with the previous batch of freighters, and the prices of the next batch of freighters increased again. The gangsters could only recover the cost from their heads.

Bruce no longer has the energy to argue with the gang at this time. He just wants to use the money to buy food because his body is telling him that if he doesn't eat anymore, he will face the risk of hypoglycemia.

Taking the dozens of dollars, he found a bakery on the roadside and bought two bags of cheap ready-made white bread, two baguettes, and some easy-to-storage biscuits. He put them on the truck and asked a newsboy to buy them at a high price. Several bottles of pure water were also placed on the truck.

There is no good source of meat, so you can only buy finished sausages. But in fact, most of the finished sausages are offal, and the hygienic conditions are not up to standard, but Bruce can only make do. Without fat supplement, the body temperature will drop even more. quick.

The only difficulty now is vitamins. Vegetables are not easy to store, and he has no place to cook. Bruce must find himself a more stable place to live as soon as possible.

After replenishing food, Bruce felt a lot more at ease. As long as he could save some money, he could rent a better house. With a stable place to live, his trip to the slums would officially begin, and the next step would be Get out of the East End on your own.

But Gotham is like this. Whenever a person is ambitious and wants to do something, accidents are bound to happen.

After dark, Bruce planned to find a place to park, but when he started the car, he found that there was something wrong with the operating feel. It seemed that the steering system was not working well.

Bruce experimented for a long time and found that there was something wrong with the car. He had to get under the car to repair it, but after an inspection, he found that the car was not completely new.

Although it looked glamorous on the outside, when he saw the internal structure, Bruce knew that this was a second-hand new car put together with a variety of old parts.

He had thought at the beginning that the gang would not be so kind as to give him such a good car for free, but the aging of the parts inside was worse than he imagined.

The next day, Bruce went to see the gangster from before. Their attitude was quite good and they were willing to repair Bruce's car. However, after the repairs were completed, before driving for a day, there was another tire problem.

Bruce discovered that the gang's method of repairing cars was to replace the parts that didn't work on one car with another, and then everything else depended on luck.

In other words, if they can successfully replace it, it is considered good. When the first batch of students from the vocational and technical college have not graduated yet, most people rely on intuition to repair trucks.

Bruce knew that repairing this way would not work. He had to replace the parts with good parts so that the car could run smoothly instead of breaking down halfway, but he had no money to buy good parts.

Bruce discovered that all the problems he encountered in the slums would ultimately boil down to two words: no money.

No money means no money. If you are one penny short of what you want to buy, you still have no money. One penny stumps a heroic man, which is not an exaggerated adjective. What's more, Bruce's difference is not even one penny, he only has one penny. Split the money.

At this time, a group of people approached him, claiming that they were here to solve Bruce's problem of having no money.

Looking at the strong man in the lead, Bruce asked: "You said you could lend me money, what about the interest?"

The strong man waved his hand and said: "We won't talk about that here. We only tell you how much you have to repay each installment. The lower limit of the loan amount here is US$300. For the next year, you will pay us US$50 per week."

Bruce didn't even need to think about this figure. He knew that this was the so-called loan shark. Seeing his lack of interest, the strong man put his arm around his shoulders and said:

"Our terms are already very favorable. Believe me, those people who want you to pay back thousands of dollars in one go are completely blackmail."

"Look, when you need money urgently, you can take $300 from us, and then you only need to pay us $50 a week. $50 is not difficult for drivers like you. Maybe you can still have dozens of dollars left a week to subsidize your family."

Seeing that Bruce still didn't accept it, he said again: "Okay, if you like the traditional method, we will lend you $300, and you will pay us $800 next month."

Bruce knew that $800 was a huge sum of money for the slums. Not to mention $800, $80 was a huge sum of money for him now.

Bruce looked at the sturdy man and asked him: "What if I can't pay it back?"

The sturdy man smiled and said: "Don't worry, the gangs are short of people now, you will have a good place to go, especially, you are a beauty."