"I heard countless familiar voices from those noisy noises, and I used to laugh and laugh with them in the luxurious mansion, but at this time, the hatred in their tones seemed to kill me."

"I know it's rude to break into someone's house, it's not in line with the rules of the Gotham gang, but what prompted me to do so was an emotion that I couldn't explain......"

"Why the hell are you doing that?" On the truck, Jason asked, "Batman, give me a reason, I'm sure you're not such an impulsive person." ”

"Although I haven't known you for a long time, I think you should be like me, like to make all the plans before you do something, as many accidents as possible, but what are you doing now?"

"I don't know." Bruce gave an answer that surprised him very much, saying, "An emotion prompted me to do it. ”

The shouts around were getting louder and louder, and gunshots began to sound gradually, and most of the people who lived in the North District were big gang leaders, so the place was brightly lit and prosperous.

It's like an isolated island, standing above Gotham's society, where all the people are rule-makers and supporters, and they sing praises for it.

So when a truck that shouldn't have been here at all rushed in, everyone was shouting and screaming, and the children sitting in the car were able to see the intense fire rising through the cracks in the roof of the truck.

But their first reaction was not to scream, but to cover their mouths with their hands, absolutely not to make any sound, this truck is not a good cover, once it explodes, no one will survive.

The first thing the truck hits is the tires, and the gangsters here are not minions out there, they are very accurate in their marksmanship, and they know that a flat tire can cause the truck to lose control, but as long as it can be stopped, it is worth it.

The front wheel was hit, there was a "bang", white smoke came out, Bruce's hand holding the steering wheel became tighter and tighter, and the few muscles left in his arm burst out with all his strength, twisted the steering wheel to control the truck, kicked the accelerator, and rushed faster.

"Where the hell is he going?! Stop him! ”

"Suffered! It's the manor area! Hurry up, hurry up! Shoot fast!! ”

"It's over, he's going to rush in, quick! Shout everyone up, something big is wrong!! ”

"Cab! Shoot the cab!! ”

But the more critical the moment, the clearer Bruce's thinking became, the route of the truck was constructed in his mind, the position of every gunman, the direction of every muzzle, and the trace of every bullet turned into a shimmering streamer, and in front of his eyes, at a glance.

The blue eyes under the red hood were getting brighter and brighter, and the speed of the truck was getting faster and faster, however, the hands of the fuel gauge began to shake gradually.

The gasoline on this truck was added by the small slippery head before, and his gasoline was taken out of the auto repair school, he was just a child, and he couldn't take so much gasoline, and this gasoline was already the limit for the car to drive from the East District to the North District.

The truck was being shot all the time, but because it happened so suddenly, most of the thugs were not prepared, and the truck had already rushed over, so the fire was not too fierce, but there were still stray bullets that hit the car, and the children who were hit screamed.

The truck is like a short-lived tree, from budding to growing and then withering, but in just a few minutes, after its most glorious period has passed, only the drooping old body remains.

There was a "squeak", the sound of weak brakes was heard, the white smoke truck stopped at the gate of a manor, the rain poured down, and the storm whistled non-stop.

In the rain line, the name on the mailbox, like a fallen leaf in a strong wind, swayed but never fell, and the letters written on it were short, but the legend was long.

Coming out of the gate of the manor was Falcone, who stood at the door of the Falcone manor, took the black umbrella from the waiter's hand, and looked at the dilapidated truck in front of him with a blank expression.

He saw that the door of the cab was open, but the man did not come down, but grabbed the door, stepped on the handle, reached out neatly, reached over to the top of the truck, and looked at Falcone condescendingly.

The distance between the two is only a few tens of meters, and they can see each other's images clearly, Bruce sees the godfather who came alone, like a stump that is difficult to shake in a storm, the part of the ground is no longer young and luxuriant, it is already old, but the root system that goes deep into the ground is difficult to see one ten-thousandth.

What Alfalcone saw was a strange man in a red hood, standing on a battered truck on a stormy and rainy night, and a violent emotion burst out into the sky.

"Good evening, Your Excellency Godfather." An extremely hoarse voice, almost inaudible through the wind.

The godfather waved his hand to stop the gunman who was aiming next to him, causing everyone around him to retreat, and he said, "Hello, your car is really good, it looks like the one I saw in the early years." ”

"Aren't you going to let them shoot?" Bruce asked, "Don't you think I'm one of those dangerous lunatics?" ”

"Do you mean the one who always likes to laugh, or the one who likes to steal, or the one who likes to do human experiments?" Falcone looked at Bruce quietly and said, "They won't come to me because they don't like me." ”

Falcone lowered his head and looked at the puddle in front of his feet, and said, "They think I'm the most boring person in the world, because I created the most boring order in the world, so they never looked for me." ”

"I just wanted to ask you a question......" Bruce's voice echoed in the rainy night, and he slowly walked towards the carport of the truck, and then he cut a hole in the carport on the side, and when the wind and rain blew in, all the children avoided in horror.

Not only did the cold wind and rain enter the carriage, but the smell of blood from the injured child also wafted out and blew in front of Falcone.

"Your Excellency Godfather, you have spent forty years crafting the rules for Gotham, which are not perfect, but they work...... But I just want to ask, who are you making these rules for? ”

Falkene flicked his wrist slightly, and he said, "Don't go around in circles with me, kid, if you say, I'm for Gotham, you'll say that these kids aren't doing well, if I say, I'm for myself, you'll say let me do for Gotham." ”

"But actually, I make this rule only because I come from a time like that, and in that era, I have to make this choice and nothing else."

"Forty years have passed, I and it are both old, we have both fulfilled our mission, but I will not reform it from the top down, do you know why?"

Bruce looked at the old godfather in silence, watching his figure staggering through the storm, but never moving.

"I lead by example and show them how we decided the course of history in that glorious era." The Godfather's voice always carries a special sense of age, as if returning to the time when the torch of the Statue of Liberty shone on the world.

"I let them imitate me and learn to be a civilized person in the midst of chaos, just like domesticating a dog, and these rules are the chains I use to lead the dog."

"I don't have the patience to teach a dog how to be a human being, because I know that dogs are dogs, they don't become people, they go to plunder profits for me, and I use these benefits to light the lights and build cities."

"A society that is rich enough will no longer raise dogs, but will certainly raise people of compassion and compassion, and those of them who are courageous, wise, and courageous, will eventually stand before me and say to me, loosen your chains and set them free."

The Godfather looked at the bright red hood, through which he looked into Bruce's eyes, and through his eyes into his soul, and said:

"These children are a testament to your mercy, this truck is a testament to your courage, this journey is a testament to your wisdom, and your courage is a testament to meeting me face to face......"

"Now, you can say what you have to say, and when you're done, I'll say what I have to say."

Some of the intense emotions in Bruce's chest suddenly dissipated and became a slightly bitter emotion.

He passed all the way and overcame obstacles, but it was not the demon king who waited at the end, but the last brave man.

In the last era, the brave who were limited by vision, knowledge, wisdom, and social conditions failed to reach the end.

In the whistling wind, Bruce's voice came: "A friend of mine told me that this road is not to reach the end to win. ”

Obviously, this was not what the Godfather wanted to hear, and he didn't expect that anyone who came here would say it to him.

But instead of being happy, he said, "If this will shake you and give up, then you are doomed to fail, don't waste my time again." ”

"Even if there is no perfect solution to this problem, the gangster society must be the worst answer to the wrong one." Bruce paused, but said the words anyway, "It's time for the old rules to step away, Lord Godfather." ”

Falcone turned and walked slowly towards the manor, his shoes stepping on the puddle, every drop of splash like gold from the sand in the chaos of that time.

Finally, he stood in the light of the manor gate, drew a cross on his chest, and whispered, "God bless Gotham, Amen." ”

When he vanished, the lights in the manor slowly went out, and the godfather had never fallen asleep so early, but as the light from his bedroom window disappeared, the light from the Gotham lighthouse became faint.

Every era will pass, and the arm that holds the torch high and cannot be put down will eventually gradually turn into a rotten ship with the storm every night, sink to the bottom of the sea, and watch the giant ship of history sail overhead.

Bruce stood on top of the broken trucks on a stormy night, and saw the lights of the entire North End gradually fade out, leaving only the deafening sound of rain and the red hood that stood out in the dark and rainy night.

Jason, who was lying in the car, understood the conversation better than the ignorant kids, or rather, he understood it better than Bruce.

In the midst of this confused dream, Jason suddenly woke up, sat up from his seat, put a hand out of the car window, and the wind wrote a long poem on his arm with raindrops.

Bruce took off his hood, and the disguise no longer made sense.

He dropped the hood on the roof of the truck, and it slid down the rain-soaked metal surface like dew on a newborn leaf.

The red hood was caught by a young hand, and the five fingers were slowly closed, and in the dark and rainy night, Jason clutched the only touch of color.

Fingers lengthened, shallow scars crept up, and after putting down the stack of papers on his hand, Bruce looked at Alfred with a little expectation.

Alfred, with the candle in his hand, walked slowly to the door, turned to look at Bruce and said, "I like the last scene, you wrote it well, sir." ”

"Why? Is it because it's the climax of the narrative? ”

"No, because, I like the color of the hood."

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