Bruce left, perhaps for the sake of the gun in his hand, and the strong man did not entangle.

Driving the truck that was about to fall apart, biting on tasteless bread, Bruce felt relaxed, no money is better than debt, at least now the consequence of not having money, just starving, if you really owe the gangster's loan shark, then I'm afraid it will be really troublesome.

He is deeply aware that he is no longer the omnipotent Batman, he is in a very bad state now, he has never been so embarrassed in his life.

He has not eaten enough for many days, and has consumed a lot of energy, his weight has lost at least a dozen pounds, and the cold has improved a lot, but his throat has been hurting, and it seems to have turned into bronchitis, and his stomach and intestines are still not suitable for the diet here, and he will still have diarrhea at every turn.

In this case, Bruce can't use force against the strong gangsters, because he can't accept the consequences of his inability to beat the gangsters.

When he was Batman, if he hadn't beaten up a gangster, like he had when he was Batman, his eyes were sprinkled with lime, fell off the top of the cage, and fell into the trash, then the consequence would have been that he had some embarrassment going back to Wayne Manor, cleaned his expensive uniform, bandaged his wounds, checked his eyes, put some eye drops, and went upstairs to rest.

But now, if he is beaten by the gang members and falls off the roof, not to mention the possible risk of fractures or organ rupture, he can't accept the result of twisting his hands and feet, because then he can't drive.

If you don't drive, you can't make money, if you don't earn money, you don't have money to eat, and if you don't eat, you'll be weaker, weaker, which means better bullying, better bullying, which means more likely to get hurt, and being more likely to get injured means that you can only earn less money......

Bruce now understands why the foreman said that no one who enters the canning area can get out.

Because, once you step into this poor river, you can't go upstream, you can only slide towards the irretrievable abyss, until at some point, you fall from the waterfall and fall to pieces.

Luckily, Bruce had a few days of good luck, and he lived a few days of smooth living, saving up a few dozen dollars and making some friends with the truckers.

He gradually figured out the pattern here, and finally ate this meal, and at this time, the master of a truck group approached Bruce and said that he wanted to invite him to play this weekend.

Bruce has also been active with other truck drivers before, but most of their activities are to find a delicious barbecue restaurant to eat barbecue, or take group orders, and earn money and share it together.

Bruce just wants to bury his head in money now, and he has no interest in playing, but the old truck driver is the head of another small group, and that group has a way of transporting fresh food outside the city, and transporting fresh food is a lucrative job, which is much more profitable than transporting ordinary goods, Bruce thought about it, and decided to go with him to see if he could meet the people from the farm outside the city.

The old master took Bruce to a nightclub, and Bruce no longer had the conditions to use ginger juice instead of beer, so he drank some, but fortunately, he drank better than ordinary people, so he didn't feel drunk. ….

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food, the main drama was finally about to play, several girls leaned on them, Bruce smelled the strong perfume of annual leave on their bodies, and only felt like vomiting.

Everyone else had a good time, but the consumption downgrade was like Bruce jumping off a cliff, and he couldn't even maintain the expression of acting on the spot.

These girls, not to mention those glamorous courtesans, even the most ordinary waiters in the restaurants where Bruce usually goes in and out are much more temperamental than them.

Bruce started to pretend to be drunk and went to the toilet to vomit, and the girls didn't like to hang out with young boys like him, they knew he didn't have any money, and the old truck drivers, although their hands and feet were not clean, were generous.

Like Bruce, the other first-time young people were courteous, enjoying the feeling of being sought after, and were even willing to pay for the girls' drinks.

Bruce pretended gastroenteritis, vomited up and down and left the scene, and after a while, he watched

See, these people came to the back alley, and one of them took one and got into their respective trucks.

Bruce, who returned alone, didn't feel regretful, he just had a kind of luck in escaping death, and he felt that if he breathed the same air with these people for one more second, he would get sick.

The next morning, the refreshed master found Bruce again, feeling sorry for not being able to take him to play yesterday, and asked him to play again tonight, Bruce wanted to refuse, but he didn't expect that the boss of the small group he was in also went, and Bruce had no choice but to follow.

Fortunately, there were no girls this time, and a dozen people drank a few rounds, removed the table and began to play cards.

Two people fight each other, and there are more than a dozen people betting, when the atmosphere is warm, it takes a day of driving to earn a banknote, and as soon as the hand is loosened, it is thrown on the table, and if you want to pick it up again, you will be despised by everyone, and the eyes of the boss will be brighter than a light bulb.

Bruce just watched and didn't get off the court, which quickly caused displeasure, but instead of standing outside the table to call, he went off the court to play his cards.

There are no bugs, no monitors, and Bruce doesn't have clairvoyance, and his superb IQ allows him to remember every card, find out the cards on the field and in his hand, and in general, win more and lose less, but when the game is over, he is yelled at for dinner.

Coming back the next day, losing more and winning less, and being pouted to win back, Bruce felt for the first time that the entertainment time after work was not so precious, and he would rather go on a night train.

In order to avoid this annoying bad socialization, Bruce decided to make expedited deliveries at night as well, making more money at night, but also harder to drive.

It's easy to get sleepy when driving at night, especially in the first few days, when the jet lag is not reversed, other truck drivers are all pumping *** to refresh themselves, Bruce resolutely refuses to smoke, so he crashed the next day.

Fortunately, the collision was not bad, just a slight bump, there is no traffic police here, there is no insurance, the responsibility system mainly depends on who has more bullets in the gun, the truck driver on the opposite side grabbed the corner, and he also knew that he was at a loss, and then looked at Bruce's young face and strong body, the two decided, each went back to his own home, and repaired his own car.

It's nothing else, the key is that the headlights are broken, driving at night, the high beams are very important, Bruce found a garage, talked about the price for two hours, and finally changed to a brand new high beam, not a second-hand one, the price is, the money he saved, bottomed out again. ….

Why is it so hard to save money? Bruce has been pondering why.

He didn't know if he was unlucky, or if he really had something wrong with the way he did things, and wasn't he adapting fast enough?

Three days of stable work, a week to solve food and clothing, half a month in the industry to mix a familiar face, now almost a month, in addition to still penniless, the biggest achievement is that people are still alive.

Bruce couldn't find a reference object, so he didn't know, his situation was not normal, he wanted to find someone he could trust, and then he looked around, there was no one to trust.

Then he found out that the most trustworthy person in this circle turned out to be Jack the Clown.

Through all the things he had observed, Bruce discovered that Jack the Clown was a pretty good truck driver, and that he bought half the bread he bought, not to mention that he could eat fried chicken.

This is the first time Batman has taken the initiative to go to the Joker, but not to put him in prison, but to see if this madman is better than him.

He was disappointed that the clown was a good mix.

When Bruce found Jack, he was leaning against the door of the garage and smoking, Bruce's first instinct was not to stop him from smoking, but to see what kind of cigarette he was smoking, and found that the clown was smoking a good 20-cent pack, and Bruce turned around and wanted to leave.

Jack spotted him, looked at Bruce with a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Look, isn't this our performance champion? Looks like you've not been eating well in the last few days, isn't your bat mother breastfeeding you?"

Jack walked over to the curb and crouched down, Bruce crouched beside him.

Jack handed Bruce a cigarette, but Bruce didn't answer, not for the cause

Because he insisted on not smoking, but because he didn't even have matches.

There's no way he's going to get over and ask Jack to light a cigarette for him, and with Jack's hairy appearance, if he ignites a few kilograms of explosives on his body with a shake of his hand, the two of them will have to go to the Grim Reaper.

"Didn't you think that one day you would be able to crouch on the side of the road and chat with me calmly?" Jack puffed out a puff of smoke and said, "And you're still jealous of me, jealous that I'm better than you, that I'm richer than you."

"You're dreaming." Bruce looked at the street in front of him and said, "I'm not jealous of you, I'm not as rich as you right now, it's just that my working hours are too short, and if I were as experienced as you, I'd be as rich as you."

"If your useless pride could be exchanged for money, you wouldn't have to sleep in a truck a long time ago." Jack pouted and said, "You know what? I don't want to make an explosion right now, and I don't want to make it any harder, because even if it's that easy, you can't get it right."

"Sooner or later, I'll find the answer." Bruce put his hands on his knees and said, "Just look for them here, just look for them, and if I find Eucalyptus, Batman will come back and I'll send you to jail."

"Don't you think that sounds like a blessing to me?" Jack said, "Wish I could get three meals a day without having to work, without the risk of starvation, and with taxpayer dollars."

Bruce stood up and leaned against the telephone pole next to him, he didn't refute what Jack said, because he found that what the Joker said was *** right, because his current life might as well go to jail.

The clown put his hands on his knees, put his chin on his arms and said:

"I don't need to deal with you anymore, because you've picked a harder opponent for yourself, and he's much stronger than me, and much crazier than me."

"The only thing in this world that I admit is crazier than I am, is reality."

"Batman, I even want to help you, only when you crawl out of the cradle can you know what is the most desperate thing in the world."

The last scene Bruce leaned on was the back of the clown limping away in the middle of the sunset, he didn't light the explosives, he didn't laugh wildly, but he did something even crazier—

He left Batman $100, enough for him to rent a house.

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