Ten minutes later, Bruce looked at Jack sitting in the passenger seat, wiping his eyes with a tissue, deliberately making exaggerated gestures, and saying in a weird tone, "Oh, what a joke you said, it's been a long time since I've laughed so well!"

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

Suddenly, Jack leaned his head close to Bruce, almost against his face, and asked him with wide eyes, "Do you need to eat?" Will you be hungry? I still have bread in my car, do you want to eat it?"

"No, I'm not hungry." Bruce replied, but soon Jack pierced him, and he put his head near Bruce's stomach and said, "I hear your stomach growling, you must be hungry, come and eat a piece of bread!"

Jack pulled out his unfinished bread from his pocket, sniffled vigorously and said, "This is leftover from last night, but it tastes really good, why don't you have some?"

"Nope." Bruce refused, even if he starved to death, he wouldn't eat the clown's stuff, who knows what kind of bomb he stuffed into it?

Jack suddenly quieted down, he held the half of the bread in his hand, sat straight in the passenger seat, looked at the traffic jam in front of him, and said, "Why didn't you ask me this question earlier? …… Why didn't you come sooner?"

"What's the problem?" Bruce takes a look at them.

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

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

"Not really." Jack shook his head suddenly, as if he didn't want to speak, and after a while, he asked again, "Have you earned any money?"

"Not yet." Bruce stepped on the accelerator and the car drove forward for a short distance, but came to a halt again.

Jack was eerily quiet, as if it didn't exist, and Bruce intermittently drove the truck forward, and after more than an hour of blocking the viaduct, he finally approached the distribution point.

Arriving at the distribution point, Bruce discovered. It was a stranger who came to pick up the goods today, and it didn't seem to be a good person.

Bruce picked up the gun he had just bought, and the moment the group saw the gun, they changed their expressions, the bald head of the leader glanced at the back, and a thin man behind him stepped forward, pouted at Bruce with some indifference and said, "You're new here, right?" Do you know the rules of the distribution point?"

These days, with Batman's genius and learning ability, he has long figured out the rules at the bottom, and he didn't talk much at all, just loaded his bullet, raised his gun and said, "I only know the rules of this thing."

That's when the bald head came up and said, "Okay, stunned, don't get too excited, none of us want to have an accident, after all, now is a good time to make money, if you lie in the hospital, you won't be able to earn a penny."

"Which warehouse do I go to?" Bruce touched the handle of the gun again and asked, and the thin man said, "You go to Garage 4 and wait in line to unload the truck."

Bruce pointed a gun at him, pulled the trigger, and said, "Don't try to pit me, Garage 4 has the smallest parking space, and it takes half an hour to turn a corner, let me go to Garage 8."

"Don't go too far." The thin man raised his voice and said, "Garage 8 is a place where only the street gangs on Green Street can go, and you have a hillbilly from a cross square, and you still want to go to Garage 8?"

The bald head also opened his mouth to persuade: "New here, don't think that you are great if you have a gun, everyone here has a gun, we don't take it out, just because we don't want to waste bullets, so let's open a back door for you to go to warehouse 5 to unload, there is the third largest place......

Unmoved, Bruce said, "If you don't let me go to Warehouse 8 to unload, I'll unload here."

said. He was about to turn around and open the door of the warehouse, when the bald man's face changed, and he walked quickly to Bruce, stopped him, gritted his teeth, and said, "Good boy, who taught you?"

Seeing his expression, Bruce knew that this trick was working, this was the trick he got yesterday after inviting an old truck driver in Cross Square to a meal?

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The group of people guarding the assembly point are not afraid that you will threaten him with a gun, after all, as he said, who here has not yet taken a gun? They probably have more bullets.

What they are afraid of. You put the car in the center and pile all the goods at the door, in that case, the cars behind you can't get in, and there are many trucks, and they are horizontal and vertical. They don't want to do anything else this afternoon.

Moreover, if there is a car carrying valuables and it is stuck in the road, and the leaders of the big gangs interrogate it, everyone will be unlucky.

The average truck driver doesn't use this trick, either because he doesn't know it, or because he is worried that he will offend too many people, but Bruce is not afraid at all, he doesn't have those intertwined relationships, and the barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes.

The bald head also saw this, and he lowered his voice and said, "Let's take a step back and unload the goods in warehouse 7."

"I'm going to go to the 8th, or it won't work." Bruce stared at him, and then said, "I've taken a step back, don't think I don't know, No. 8 is not the best warehouse, and behind the corner where No. 9 turns east, there is a special delivery ......."

"Alright, don't talk about it." The bald head looked left and right and said, "You know a lot, but you'd better keep your mouth shut, or it won't do you any good."

After saying that, he waved his hand to the people behind him and said, "Let him go to warehouse 8 to unload!"

Bruce grabbed the gun and returned to the driver's seat, and Jack, who was sitting in the passenger seat, applauded vigorously and said, "That's a good job, Mr. Truckdriver, you've only been working for a week, and you've figured out all the doorways!"

Bruce said as he turned, "A week is still too long, I should have figured this stuff out in three days."

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

"I'll smoke one." Jack put his hand out of the car window, shook the cigarette ash and said, "In three days, learn how to drive a truck in Gotham, and then, what are you going to do?"

As soon as Bruce was about to speak, Jack took a hard puff of his cigarette and said, "Then end your stupid process of experiencing life, go back to Wayne Tower, and tell the shareholders that life in the slums is all that."

"You'll tell them that those poor devils really don't know anything about hard work, and they don't deserve to eat."

"Can't those beggars crouching on the side of the road spend three days learning how to drive a truck? Since they are so lazy, they have no money to eat. Nor should they go to rich people to ask for it, because they are doing it themselves."

Jack's tone was calm, without the slightest hint of anger, and he put the cigarette in his mouth and said, "Then, that night, you're going to put on a batsuit worth hundreds of millions of dollars, go to the slums where you've experienced life, and beat up the people who have embarrassed you."

"You feel like you've taken your anger out on the people here, fulfilling their dream of beating up those villains that they didn't realize."

"They didn't sing praises to you, they published newspapers to slander you, and you think they really don't know what to do, and they don't deserve to be saved."

"Then, you stand at the top of Wayne Mansion again, thinking that heroes always have to bear a lot of infamy, and it is your destiny not to be understood, and the world kisses you with pain, but you repay it with a song, and never forget your good nature......

The smoke slowly cleared, and Jack flicked the cigarette ash out of the car window and said, "Batman, that's why I say that people dressed as bats are the reason for the insaneness."

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

"People are very good at calling things they don't need to be garbage, and both of us are littered with garbage, but it's just you, and you feel like you're a hero."

"They see you as garbage, but you see yourself as the god who saves them." Jack turned to look at Bruce and said, "Batman, we've never looked down on you, because your every move is saying that this society is doing the right thing."

"But in fact, they are narrow-minded, and everything that is not needed by them will be called rubbish by them."

"By society

There's a lot of garbage thrown out, and we all think of this ugly society as a game, where we can have fun and laugh."

"You're the only one, crying and mourning, as if the master who threw you out was a thing that was so good to you and what something to look 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're on the point again." Jack turned to look at him, smiled and said, "I used to have it, but now it's gone."

"Why is it gone?" Bruce asked again.

"That's the last question."

"What's the problem?"

"How can I eat without money?" Jack shrugged his shoulders and said, "How can I buy a truck if I don't have money?"

"And what about your car?" Bruce asked.

"I want to think about it." Jack tapped his temples and made a thoughtful look and said, "It was my first week as a truck driver...... Or is it the second week? My car was set on fire."

"I can't remember exactly why, either I didn't load the goods according to the gangsters, or I didn't give these storekeepers any benefits, anyway, one day, when I went out, I saw a raging fire...... ·

Jack held out a hand in front of his eyes and waved. "I saw that the new car I bought was burned down, and it was raining that night, but the rain could not extinguish the fire, and it was burned to wreckage right in front of my eyes......

"At first, I went crazy trying to put out the fire, and the flames burned my eyebrows and burned my face, but then the rain became heavier and heavier......

With Jack's voice, the rain fell, and when it slapped on the ground, it made a small cracking sound, and the crackling sound of the flame burning sounded in the ears, and the flames of the truck were especially strong in the rainy night.

A dark shadow stood in front of the flame, silently watching him burn, like a traveler who had exhausted his last strength in a snowy night.

His physical strength, time, and hard work were all exhausted in the long night, and he had no other firewood to burn, but to burn the hope of the future.

He used the flame to keep warm, hoping not to freeze to death tonight, but he didn't have to spend tonight again, because tomorrow, there would be no sun.

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

Looking at the bright and warm firelight, the traveler danced excitedly, and was sincerely happy for the last night of revelry.

As the firelight rose, he laughed, letting out a deafening, maniacal laugh that pierced the dark skies of Gotham.

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

It was this fire that burned away the mask of poverty and hardship, allowing him to smile sincerely and make such a great act.

Instead, like all masked men, they walked gently into that good night, as this society would want them to do, and came noisily and died in silence.