In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 817: Red Hood (11)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The torrential rain still did not stop at all, and the truck re-entered the dark rainy night like lightning.

"Where are you going?!" Jason asked anxiously.

"I'll get you out of here! Find a safe place!" Bruce said loudly, turning the steering wheel.

"Stop!" Jason also shouted loudly. As the rain outside the window became louder and louder, the two had to use all their strength to communicate with roars, so as not to let their voices be drowned in the rainstorm .

"You're killing us, you're going to kill us all!" Jason's tone kept trembling, and he said, "You and I can break away from this rule, we can go anytime, But these kids can't!"

"Bruce, please, stop!" Jason's hand was gripping the back of the back tightly. Bruce wasn't sure if he heard a hint of crying in his tone, but there was no doubt that Jason was now very fragile.

"I shouldn't have asked you to fix this car!" He said with deep guilt in his tone, "This will kill us all..."

"We shouldn't own trucks, let alone make trucks move, and last but not least, drive them on the roads of Gotham while everyone is hiding in them!"

"Why can't you drive on the roads of Gotham?" Bruce asked loudly, and he said, "Anyone can drive, including you!"

"No, you don't understand. Bruce, the gang will show mercy to us precisely because we have too little to threaten them, and once we have enough, our time will come!"

Bruce was sure that he heard deep fear in Jason's tone, Jason's breathing became a little irregular, and he said: "If we can grab a truck, it means, always One day we will grab the guns, grab the bazooka, and then fight them for territory..."

"All the child gangs. They are poor creatures parasitic on the gangsters. We must be weak enough and not threatened to survive. This is our way of survival and cannot be broken..."

Bruce felt a bone-chilling chill, and Jason's tone reminded him of the night he died in Wayne. The little girl at the manor.

He finally understands why she died.

This society, everyone in this society, used extreme violence to tell her that you can have nothing and you must be weak enough, otherwise, we will take more, including your life.

Therefore, she branded this cruel way of survival on her skin, engraved it into her bones and heart.

Bruce gave her food, a house, and medicine, but if she was going to accept these, she had to peel her own skin, break her bones, and pull out her heart.

"This is our mask..." Jason said: "This society puts a mask on us..."

"We know that this mask makes us struggle and starve, but we still have to do our best to protect the mask."

"Because as long as we have a mask, we can survive in society. As long as we can survive in society, there are some gaps to fill our stomachs and build shelters instead of being in endless chaos. Die at gunpoint."

"So, Bruce, please..." Jason's body temperature began to rise, and his mind had become a little unclear. He said, "Don't take off the mask, I can't take off the mask, even though I I can do this, but I can't..."

Bruce's face began to become colder and colder, and his hands holding the steering wheel were already bulging. How does a person who wants to survive in society take off his mask?

At this moment, he thought of the clown and himself.

The blazing fire burned away the only thing the clown needed to survive, and this society no longer gave him any room to survive, so he used crazy fire. Burn this socially disciplined mask.

And he, Batman, deeply realized that in order to save the suffering of this society, he must be like every ordinary person, and no longer live so seriously. When he laughed, the original hypocritical **** The mask was completely dissolved in the chemical pool.

And now, how do these children, or all those who are disciplined by Gotham's rules, take off their masks?

In other words, even a smart, keen and brave kid like Jason can clearly realize that all of this is wrong, but he can only follow the trend, or become a supporter of this cruel rule, to stop it. Bruce brought about a change, praying for his companion to live.

In such a desperate situation, where exactly should this dilapidated, crumbling truck drive on a stormy night to find a way out?

Bruce kept asking himself this question, where can this city, which has bottomed out in darkness, go?

Bruce heard Jason crying, but it wasn't obvious anymore, because more crying came from the cabin of the truck, but, the kids couldn't undo the terrible situation, they didn't want to cry, I don't want to show weakness, but there is no other way.

Among these cries, Bruce felt the long-lost sadness and anger. His hand holding the steering wheel trembled, and then gradually regained his composure, as if he had made a decision.

"A long time ago, I read the analysis of class contradictions. At that time, I couldn't fully understand the part of non-antagonistic contradictions and antagonistic contradictions, but at least I remembered one sentence..."

In Wayne Manor Manor, Bruce pen wrote:

"The contradictions between classes are irreconcilable, and the means of resistance...only violence."

With a "snap", the light was turned on, and Alfred walked up to Bruce with a cup of hot milk. He put the cup down gently and said, "Master, you should turn on the overhead light, The light from a desk lamp is not enough to keep you reading late at night."

"Oh, I was writing to the critical point, and I didn't realize that it was already dark." Bruce put down the pen, looked up at Alfred, and said, "I've finished writing this part of the narrative, just The rest of the discussion is not written."

After finishing speaking, he paused, looked at Alfred and said, "Alfred, do you think if I add some theoretical references to this part of the narrative, will it affect the overall score? ?”

"Sir, I majored in mathematics in college." Alfred shook his head and said, "I have hardly written any decent articles in my life. If you have any questions about this, you might as well ask Dante Mister."

"You are a little too modest." Bruce turned his body back and said, "I remember, when I was young, you taught me grammar."

"Yes, sir, but that is very basic stuff. If you want to look up some information, I can help you find a book."

"I..." Bruce paused while pressing his hand on the table. He didn't know if Alfred was deliberately avoiding certain topics, or if he really didn't want to discuss it with him.

If it's the former, Bruce feels that he should stop stimulating him all the time, and if it's the latter, is he so dull and uneducable in his eyes?

For this reason, Bruce looked at Alfred and said: "Alfred, I will read this part to you, can you help me see if there are any grammatical errors?"

"Of course I'd be happy to oblige, sir." Alfred replied.

"The car was driving aimlessly on the street. I tried my best to accommodate every child who asked for help. I kept driving, but I didn't have a goal until Jason asked me..."

The truck kept moving forward, accompanied by bumps, Jason asked, "Where are you going? Where are you taking us?"

Hearing his weak question~IndoMTL.com~An inexplicable emotion rose from Bruce's heart, amidst the rumbling of the truck, he said: "I'm going to the North District."

Jason closed his eyes in pain, and said: "There is no one there who needs your rescue, and there is no room for more people in the car."

Bruce glanced back, the carriage behind was full of people, and the children shivered together, but fortunately, because there were so many people and very crowded, the heat loss was relatively slow, although most of them were pale, But it hasn't started to lose temperature yet.

Bruce grabbed the hand of the steering wheel, paused and said: "Indeed, there is no one I want to save there, but I have to go there. I want to know, who is the person who created this rule for?"

The person who created this rule... Jason, who was lying on the chair, thought, who created Gotham's current rules? Maybe many people would say he is the godfather, maybe Bruce also thinks he is the godfather, but Jason always feels that it is much more than that.

This city is like a microcosm of something, all forms of evil can be found here, these evils were not created by the godfather, before he came to this city, it was more chaotic and evil .

Jason hates the cruel rules, but he is also one of the fans of the rules, because he knows that once the rules collapse, the weak will only be more miserable, but if the rules of the gangsters did not lead to crime, then what exactly is it?

As the truck rushed into the bridge in the North District, the entire North District of Gotham seemed to be set on fire.

In the dimness, Jason saw that the lights of the manor were close in front of him, but their fate was still moving towards unknown.

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