In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 781: Fatal Joke (8)

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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 strange tone: "Oh, the joke you said is so funny I haven't smiled so happily for a long time!"

"What's so funny?" Bruce asked looking straight ahead.

Suddenly, Jack put his head close to Bruce, almost pressed against 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 pierced 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 his nose vigorously and said, "This is left over from last night, but it tastes really good, don't you want some?"

"No." Bruce refused again, even if he was starved to death, he would not eat the clown's food, who knows what kind of bomb he stuffed there?

Jack suddenly became quiet. Holding the half of the bread in his hand, he sat upright on the passenger seat, looked at the congested traffic ahead and said, "Why didn't you ask me this question earlier?...why not Sooner?"

"What's the problem?" Bruce looked at them.

"How to eat without money?... You just asked me, you should have asked me earlier." Jack suddenly changed his expression, he straightened his messy hair, and rubbed his eyes.

"What's wrong with this question?" Bruce asked again.

"It's nothing." Jack shook his head suddenly, as if he didn't want to talk anymore. After a while, he asked again: "Have you made any money?"

"Not yet." Bruce stepped on the accelerator, and the car moved forward for a short distance, but stopped again.

Jack was strangely 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.

At the distribution point, Bruce found out. The person who came to pick up the goods today was a stranger, and he didn't seem to be a good person.

Bruce picked up the gun he just bought. The moment the group of people saw the gun, their expressions changed. The bald head of the leader winked at the back. He pouted at Bruce and said, "Are you new here? Do you know the rules of the distribution point?"

In the past few days, with Batman's genius and learning ability, he has already figured out the underlying rules. Rules."

At this time, the bald man came up and said: "Okay, don't get too excited, we don't want to have any accidents. After all, now is a good time to make money. If you lie in the hospital, you will be fine." I can’t earn any more.”

"Which warehouse should I go to?" Bruce touched the handle of the gun again and asked, and the thin man said again: "You go to No. 4 warehouse and wait in line for unloading."

Bruce pointed his gun at him, slightly pulled the trigger, and said, "Don't try to trick me, the parking space in No. 4 garage is the smallest, and it takes half an hour to turn around. Let me go to No. 8 garage."

"Don't go too far." The skinny man raised his voice and said, "No. 8 warehouse is only a place for street gangs on Green Street. You are a villager from Cross Square, and you still want to go to No. 8 warehouse? "

The bald head also persuaded: "New here, don't think that you are great because you have a gun. Everyone here has a gun. We don't take it out because we don't want to waste bullets. How about it? Let's open a gun for you." The back door, let you go to the No. 5 warehouse 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, I will unload here."

Speaking. He was about to turn around and open the warehouse door. At this moment, the bald man changed his face. He quickly walked up to Bruce, stopped him, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Good boy, who taught you?"

Seeing his expression, Bruce knew that this trick was easy to use. This is the trick he got after he invited an old truck driver from Cross Square to have a meal yesterday?

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

What they are afraid of is. You move the car to the center and pile all the goods to the door. In that case, the cars behind will not be able to get in, and there will be too many trucks in a mess. They still have to unclog, and they don't want to do anything else this afternoon.

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

Ordinary truck drivers don't use this trick, either because they don't know about it, or because they are worried that they will offend too many people, but Bruce is not afraid at all.

The bald head also saw this, and said in a low voice, "Let's each take a step back and unload the goods at Warehouse No. 7."

"I'm going to the 8th, or there's no way." Bruce stared at him, and then said: "I've taken a step back, don't think I don't know, the 8th is not the best warehouse, and the 9th goes east Behind the corner you turned, there is another one dedicated to transport..."

"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 do you any good."

After finishing speaking, he waved to the people behind him and said, "Let him go to warehouse No. 8 to unload the goods!"

Bruce returned to the driver's seat with a gun in his hand. Jack, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, applauded vigorously and said, "You did really well, Mr. Truck Driver. You've only worked for a week and you've figured it out. All ways!"

Bruce turned and said: "A week is still too long, I should have figured out these things in three days."

Jack lit a cigarette, and Bruce frowned and said, "Don't smoke in my car."

"I'll just smoke one." Jack put his hand out of the car window very familiarly, shook the ash and said, "In three days, 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 deep puff of his cigarette and said, "Then end your stupid experience of life, go back to the Wayne Building, and tell those shareholders that life in the slums is nothing more than that. "

"You will tell them that those poor ghosts really don't know how to work hard at all, they deserve to be unable to afford food."

"Those beggars squatting on the side of the road, can't they spend three days learning how to drive a truck? Since they are so lazy, when they have no money to eat, they shouldn't go to rich people to ask , anyway, they are self-inflicted."

Jack's tone was very calm, without any anger at all, he put a cigarette in his mouth and said: "Then, on that night, you will put on a bat suit worth hundreds of millions of dollars and come to the place where you have experienced life. slums, beat up those who make things difficult for you.”

"You think that you vented your anger on the people here, and realized their dream of beating up those villains just now, which they haven't been able to realize for a long time."

"They didn't sing praises to you, and even published newspapers to slander you. You think they really don't know good and bad, and they don't deserve to be saved."

"Then, you stand on the top of the Wayne Building again, thinking, a hero always bears a lot of infamy, it is your destiny not to be understood, the world kisses you badly, but you repay it with a song, Never forget your kind nature..."

The smoke slowly drifted away, and Jack flicked the ash out of the car window again and said, "Batman, that's why I said that people who disguise themselves as bats are crazy."

"Have you ever thought that this society doesn't need you at all, and everything you do is just moving yourself."

"People are very good at calling things they don't need trash, we are both trash thrown out, but only you, feel like a hero."

"They see you as trash, but you see yourself as a **** to save them." Jack turned to look at Bruce and said, "Batman, we have never looked down on you, because your every move is It is said that what this society does is right.”

"But in fact, they are narrow-minded, and everything they don't need will be called **** by them."

"There is a lot of **** thrown out by the society. We all regard this ugly society as a game, enjoy ourselves here, and laugh."

"Only you are the only one with a sad face, as if the master who threw you out treats you so well and is something worth looking forward to."

Jack threw the cigarette **** out the window and said: "It looks ugly, like a dog abandoned by its owner."

Bruce turned to Jack and said, "Are you finished? Don't you have your own truck?"

"You're asking the point again." Jack turned his head to look at him, smiled and said, "I used to have it, but now I don't have it."

"Why not?" Bruce asked again.

"This is the last question."

"What's the problem?"

"How can I eat without money?" Jack shrugged and said, "How can I buy a truck without money?"

"What about your old car?" Bruce asked.

"I'll think about it." Jack tapped his temple, made a thoughtful expression and said, "Was it the first week of me becoming a truck driver... or the second week? My car It was ignited."

"I can't remember exactly why, either I didn't load the goods according to the gangster's intention, or I didn't give these warehouse managers any benefits. Anyway, on a certain day, when I went out, I saw When it comes to the raging fire...

Jack waved a hand out in front of his eyes. Said: "I saw the new car I bought was burned. It rained that night, but the rain could not put out such a fire. It was burned to a wreck right in front of my eyes..."

"In the beginning~IndoMTL.com~ I was crazy like trying to put out the fire, the flames burned off my eyebrows and burned my face, but then, the rain became heavier..."

Accompanied by Jack's voice, the rain fell, and when it hit the ground, it made a crackling sound, and the crackling of the flames rang in my ears. In the rainy night, the flames of the truck being lit were particularly strong.

A black figure stood in front of the flame, quietly watching it burn, like a traveler who has exhausted his last strength in the snowy night.

Physical strength, time, and painstaking efforts are all exhausted in the long night, and he has no other firewood to burn, only to burn the hope of the future.

He used this flame to keep warm, hoping that he would not be frozen to death tonight, but he would not have to spend tonight again, because tomorrow, there will be no sun.

In the rainy night, he sat on the ground, raised his head, and quietly watched the flames of the truck burn. The rain fell on him, but it did not fall on the ground, but disappeared into the sky like a baby returning to its mother's arms into his body.

Looking at the rich and warm flames, the traveler danced excitedly, genuinely happy for the last night of carnival.

As the flames rose, he laughed, letting out a deafening, insane laugh that pierced the dark Gotham skies.

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

It was this fire that burned away his mask of poverty and hardship, allowing him to show a sincere smile and make such a great move.

Instead of, like all masked people, walk into that good night gently, as this society wants them to do, make noise and die silently.