The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 817 Red Hood ([-])
With the bang, the children in the truck were startled. Someone covered their ears and said, "Is there thunder? But why is the ground shaking?"

"What ground? Aren't you standing on the truck?" Someone asked, and the older child chopped the ground with his feet and said, "It seems that the car started..."

"Started? But isn't the car broken? How can it be started?" Someone asked, and the elder sister Liuzhi who was tidying the quilt next to her said, "Be quiet, go to sleep if you have nothing to do. Squeeze, leave some space, don't fill up the car..."

Everyone saw that her expression was not very good, so they didn't dare to say anything. After a while, Bruce got into the car and said, "I just repaired the car. Maybe later, we can drive to other places."

The kids stared at him, and some of them seemed to understand something, but instead of discussing it, they asked Bruce, "How's Boss Jason, is he okay?"

"He's fine, he doesn't have a fever, the wound isn't infected, and he's recovering pretty well." Bruce got out of the car again, turned around and said, "I have to go and see him, don't be surprised if the car starts later, hold on tight Help me."

Car after he left.The atmosphere in the room fell silent, and a few older children got together, and Miss Liuzhi nodded and said, "I knew that Jason would definitely do this, he must want 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, "We are the ones who show kindness every time. Why are those bastards so useless? I haven't seen them come to save us once!"

The six-fingered elder sister brushed her long brown-red hair and said, "Who made Boss Jason so powerful? Besides, we are indeed luckier than them. Don't forget, the last snowstorm, if not for a few gangs who brought firewood If they are all gathered together, many people will definitely freeze to death.”

"It's just for the sake of last time!" A boy pouted quite dissatisfied and said, "It's really rare, they are willing to donate the firewood, forget it, the boss can save it if he wants, if there are too few of us Yes, the gangsters at the top will demand even more money."

"Later, the children who just arrived this year may have conflicts, so don't forget to appease them." The eldest sister said: "If someone cries, be sure to stop them. There are children in other gangs too. If they all start crying, it's over."

"Don't worry." A thin-looking girl said: "When I came back today, I took some candy, which is the best way to coax them. Tina and I will each bring three, and leave the rest to you. No, just plug their mouths with sugar."

"Be careful, don't be seen by children from other gangs. If they know that we have good things in our hands, they will definitely find a way to steal..."

Several children chirped and discussed for a while, and then they all took their positions. They hadn't communicated with Jason, but they all understood what he meant.

In fact, they didn't think the same way as Jason did. They didn't think of any supply and demand relationship, but they both knew that if there were fewer children, it would not be a good thing for anyone.

In the face of natural disasters 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, which will make them let go of past hatred and ensure the prosperity of the ethnic group. Otherwise, if this class is weakened, Everyone will be unlucky together.

This is a very simple truth, of course Bruce can figure it out, but what he didn't expect is that this group of children who are only in their early ten years can also figure it out, and they can be very determined to implement it to the end.

When the rain is getting heavier and heavier, the sound of slapping on the building is no longer like a lullaby, but more like an invasion drum. On a stormy night, it is difficult for anyone to fall asleep. Such a sound always makes people unable to calm down Come.

Hearing such a voice, Bruce in the study put down his pen, stood up, and reached out to close the window tighter to prevent the intrusion of moisture. At the moment of changing his mind, some inspiration burst out, making him want to How to describe the next scene.

"I was driving a truck on a dark street when the thunderstorm fell, and the tires went through puddles, and the splash of water was blown into the window by the wind, and I covered Jason's face with my coat. , he can't get any more rain..."

"Suddenly, I saw lights appearing in front of me, and a group of short figures stood on the side of the street, waving at me. I stepped on the brakes without thinking, and heard a scream from the car behind. I knew, Maybe a child fell down..."

"But the noise in front of me was even louder. Groups of children rushed towards me, like a school of fish avoiding natural enemies, passing through the wind and waves..."

"The ground full of rain is like a mirror. I saw that the light of the flashlights in their hands flickered. If I came a little later, they might be swallowed by darkness, but fortunately, Noah's Ark came. In time..."

Putting down the pen, along with the sound of rain, Bruce felt a noisy voice in his ears.

"Quick! Quick! Mark! Pull him up, and him, go and see that girl, her shoes are all wet, pour the water out before coming in..."

"Sal?? What are you doing here? You goddamn bastard! Get your men to the right, make room, who else?! Who else?! Come up! It's going to rain more! "

"Everyone lean in, squeeze! Squeeze again! There are still two people who haven't come up...Come! Three! Two! One! Alright, drive! Drive fast!"

In the cab, with Bruce's gas pedal, Jason tore off the jacket covering his face. He had just fallen asleep, and after being woken up, he said, "How's it going? Got a few kids ?”

"All the children from a nearby street have gathered together, and they just got into the car..."

"They're smart." Jason felt some strength regained, he sat up slowly, and then said: "The kids on these streets are not stupid, unlike those idiots, they know they can point to me ..."

"Okay, turn around now, let's go back to that wasteland, so that we won't attract too many people's attention. As long as we pass tonight, we will be much better..."

Bruce sighed, and was about to turn the steering wheel, but suddenly, a light dazzled his eyes. He squinted his eyes and saw a few small figures on the other side of the intersection, looking around with flashlights.

Bruce saw that it seemed to be another member of the children's gang. Another car drove past them quickly, splashing water all over their bodies. The youngest child shivered, hugged his arms, and squatted on the ground .

The rain outside the window was very fast. Accompanied by the strong wind, when the raindrops slapped on people's faces, they were like fine shrapnel nailed straight into the skin.

Such a heavy rain will make people lose heat quickly.And it seemed that the children at the intersection were forced out of the basement by the stagnant water, and stayed on the side of the road at a loss. If this continued, they would surely die.

Bruce 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 a few kids on the street next to me. I'll pick them up and go back." Bruce replied.

"No, no!" Jason was about to sit up immediately. He said, "The street next to it is not our territory. We don't know the gangsters there, and they won't allow us to enter!"

"But I can't just watch them freeze to death." Bruce replied, and when he said the word "freeze to death", his tone trembled, obviously remembering something.

"You dumb-headed youth! You don't know what the consequences will be!" Jason clenched his fists, and he said, "You thought you could save these children, but the result is that we will all die. "

He sighed and said: "You don't understand, Gotham gangsters have rules, they can't trespass on other people's territory, if it's sneaking in, it's okay, drive a truck and punch the card directly, we will be in big trouble! "

Bruce paused for a moment, but he turned the corner without hesitation, then stretched out his hand out of the car window, and shouted at the group of children, "Get in the car!"

All the children were stunned, but the group of children saw a thing that could shelter the rain, and squeezed directly onto it.

Bruce ignored the quarrel coming from behind. He knew that now that the truck was outside the capuchin gang's territory, his brain was working fast, and he had to find a way out for the group of kids before trouble came.

But the trouble came sooner than he expected. There was a "squeak", a harsh brake sound, Jason let out a scream, the vibration of the brake touched his wound, and Bruce also lay on the steering wheel.

The car in front of me was much smaller than the truck, but many gang members with guns rushed out of it, and they shouted at the truck: "Which gang are you from?! Why did you break into our place?!! "

Looking at their black muzzles, Bruce gripped the steering wheel, and Jason said in a weak voice, "Raise your hands and open the door, let them check here..."

"You'll be found..." Bruce leaned back slowly, and he said, "They'll throw you down!"

"That's better than being shot into a sieve!" Jason raised his voice and said, "Open the car door, they're going to shoot!"

Bruce hammered the steering wheel hard, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Two gang members came up and found that there was already a child in the passenger seat. They snorted coldly and grabbed Jason by the shoulders, trying to drag him off.

Then came the shouts of other gang members: "The leader's car is full of children! They may be the children's gang from the street next door!"

"Kid? How did they have a truck?! Get them down!"

Jason, who was being grabbed, let out a cry of pain, but he didn't resist. Bruce saw that blood was left along the edge of the jacket.

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 text.

"That smell stimulated me, I felt, a dark emotion covered my heart, and I felt a kind of anger from it, which was different from the kind of anger I felt before..."

"I want to find an outlet for this emotion, I know. I have to find an outlet for it..."

"So, I stepped on the gas pedal."

(End of this chapter)