The children of the Capuchin Gang left the place along the street corner, carrying all kinds of packages and pulling all kinds of boxes.

Fortunately, the wasteland behind the warehouse was not included in the scope of the transformation, and there was a small grove on the edge of the place, so they could only make up for the night here.

As soon as he arrived at the woods next to the wasteland, Jason saw that another group of children was also coming here, and the children of the Cruch Tail Gang, who had just settled down, immediately became vigilant, and the two oldest children touched their guns, and the group on the opposite side was also a little surprised.

"Jason?? Why are you here? You've been kicked out too?!" One of the tall black boys came out and said, "Aren't you the best kids on that street?"

There was no sarcasm in his tone, only surprise, because the gang of children in front of him was about a dozen children, the number was relatively small, and they were all relatively thin, and they belonged to the kind of gang of children who were at the bottom of the line.

"Joon, you too have been cast out?" Jason stepped forward and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you must have been driven away by the Birch Gang there, they had two motorcycles before......

The black boy known as Yoon nodded and said, "That's right, we were all expelled, supposedly, as if it were some kind of resettlement project......

He shook his head again and said, "We have a place, but the gang members don't want us to live in it, they can rent out the empty house and charge expensive rent, so that they don't have to do anything and can make money."

Jason glanced at the children behind him, and then said to Joon, "Come here first, we're going to pitch a tent here, and we'll be better at protecting ourselves together."

Yoon didn't say much, his gang was originally very weak, and now he was lucky to be able to hug Jason's thigh, after all, everyone knows that Jason is the most flexible kid king here.

The other children went to pitch their tents, but Jason took Joon and Six-Fingered and went to the wasteland outside the woods, and Jason looked left and right and said, "If this can't go on, we're going to die outside."

As soon as the black man Joon was about to say something, Jason said, "This is only the first phase of the project, the second phase of the project may cover most of the eastern side, and the third phase of the project may complete the transformation of the eastern side and the dock area, when the time comes, where are we going?"

"The security guards in the South and West Wards won't let us in at all, let alone the North, where are the big gang bosses, so where else can we go? Nautical miles?"

"And young children have to have a stable life, they get hungry very quickly, if we don't have a stable base, then we can't go to work, if we don't go to work, they don't have anything to eat, they will starve to death, and if they starve, we will be even weaker......

"But what else can I do?" Joon raised his voice and said, "The gang will definitely not let us go back, as long as one more person goes back, it will take up a room, and it will save them forty or fifty dollars a month, which is forty or fifty dollars......

Jason took a deep breath and said, "There's another way." ….

"What's the solution?" The six-fingered eldest sister asked, she seemed to have a hunch.

Jason turned his head to look at the children who were setting up their tents, their faces showing sadness, but not despair, in fact, they had experienced similar things many times.

The Capuchin Gang was not born in this neighborhood, but after Jason took over, they moved to this neighborhood, and the street gang they were in was very brutal, and Jason tried his best to lead them out.

Later, the street where he settled was too poor to find any work at all, and he couldn't support the members of the gang, so he came here after several rounds, and stood firm, and in just one year, he became one of the best children's gangs here.

Although they feel very sad, there is still hope, after all, Jason is still there and will lead them to find a new home.

But Jason knew they wouldn't have a new home.

As soon as the news came out in the newspapers, all the gangsters saw the situation clearly, and the fewer people in their neighborhood, the better, and the smaller the number, it means

There will be more empty rooms, which means there may be more rent.

Jason sensed fear, and he didn't understand who made the rule, because he found out that it was actually digging into the roots of the gang.

The fewer people they share, the more resources they are allocated, and will they still be united? Is it fair to everyone? No, they won't, the more they want to possess, the fewer people they have to make here.

They don't think that without the Children's Gang, there will be no fresh blood, without the low-level members, force will be a problem, without the middle-level members, there may be financial problems, and without other top-level members, the gang structure will fall apart.

They only think that one less person will give them one more room, and ten less people will give them ten more incomes, and if all the houses are their own, then moving into a rich area is just around the corner.

Jason found that someone stabbed the gangster, but they were given a dose of ***, and they would only see luxurious houses, convenient transportation, rents that are rising every day, and land prices that are appreciating every day.

And they don't see that those who are expelled by them are their future.

But Jason saw this, and he understood that if the humiliation and exploitation of the past could be tolerated, there was no room for concession in today's situation.

Capital will eat everything that goes with the flow, it will drive them out of the land where they were born, leaving them without their homes, their property, and everything.

And those who have all this are not ashamed of it, they do not pity anyone, they just take it for granted.

It may seem that they can still wander and set off to find a new home, but in reality, they have nowhere to go and no way back.

The gangs here will kick them out and take more houses, and the gangs elsewhere will do the same, and in the end, the streets will be given to the vendors to make money, the houses will be rented out to the gangs, the jobs will be given to those who have stable housing, and the food will be given to those who have money.

They will eventually lose everything, and who can blame them?

At that time, they can only blame themselves, blame themselves for not having money, no job, no house, blame themselves for not working hard, blame themselves for not having enough talent. ….

Those who have not read those books and do not understand this truth can only repeat these words and go to the grave.

But Jason doesn't accept such a fate, and he doesn't want these children to accept it.

But now, it's too late to study, and they don't have that much room to go back to education, or rather, Jason remembered what Schiller had told him, that it's not too late to get an education in practice.

"What the hell do you want to do?" The six-fingered elder sister asked, and she said, "Don't do anything stupid, my injuries were actually caused by the gang members on my boyfriend's street, and he abandoned me and didn't want to help me, and I didn't want to point fingers at him......

"Yes, we shouldn't point fingers at anyone, and don't expect them to have mercy on us for any reason." Jason's tone became more and more calm, and he looked at Joang and the six-fingered elder sister and said:

"What we want, we should take it ourselves."

As night fell, the starry sky deepened, and it was very rare for Gotham to have no rain today, whether it was the storm of the previous days that took away the rain clouds, or whether it was a quiet backdrop for the cries of some weak creatures.

On the roof of a low-rise building, in the middle of a large leather sofa, a mob boss in a suit and leather shoes was reading a newspaper, he took a puff of his cigar and said, "Those kids are gone, right? How many of them are there?"

"There are 26 of them, chief, and 26 rooms are provided."

The gang boss laughed and said, "Thank you to these little bastards, who sucked my blood for so long, and finally got out, and left me a lot of money."

"Look at the hot scene of living hell now, the house in this kind of place is not worried about rent at all, and when the time comes, $10 is the reserve price, I have already agreed with the boss of the west street, we will raise the price of the two streets together, and I am not afraid that the third street will not follow......

The gang members hurriedly stepped forward to pat themselves on the back, they were actually just a small gangster, only a dozen people, and their monthly income was not high

It's two or three hundred dollars, but after the renovation is completed, the rent alone will be more than $1,000, and maybe his salary will rise.

"That's right." The gang boss waved his finger and said, "Since there is rent income in the future, the line to the dock will not be needed, and repairing the car is a bottomless pit, why do you work so hard?"

"Who's in charge of this line? Let him fuck off, but I'll take half of his salary and divide it equally among you......

"Also, I've heard that the law and order on the other side of the Living Hell are all jointly managed by the big gangs, and in that case, the four people who guarded the door before cut half of it......

The members of the room, you look at me, I look at you, and I can only echo: "Indeed, I heard that the little gangsters over there in Hell don't need so many people, and if there are fewer people, there won't be so much trouble......

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a commotion downstairs, the gang boss's face sank, and several members hurriedly ran out of the door to check what was going on downstairs.

Soon, the boss was the only one left in the room, and at this time, there was a noise from the balcony, and the gang boss cautiously took out his pistol, but the person who came was the six-fingered eldest sister.

"Don't shoot! Chief, I have something to tell you!" The six-fingered eldest sister looked very anxious, and she said, "Something happened to the gang next door, I'm here to deliver news to you, it's a matter of transformation and resettlement, 100,000 urgent!" ….

Seeing that it was a little girl with bandages on her arms, and she seemed to have met her on the street, she should be a member of the children's gang here, and he also said that there was an emergency, and the boss's vigilance relaxed halfway, and he said, "What's the matter? So you rushed here?"

The six-fingered eldest sister looked left and right, and said in a low voice, "When we left this street today, we happened to pass by the gang next door, and we heard a financial statement there that there was still a change in the resettlement house......

The gang boss immediately frowned and said, "There's a change? What's changed?"

But at this time, the six-fingered eldest sister twisted her head and said, "Chief, you drove us away, we have no place to live, the children can't eat, and we urgently need a sum of money now......

The gang boss snorted coldly and said, "You still want to bargain with me? You little bastards have been sucking blood on us for years, and we're just merciful enough to let you fuck off now!"

"I know that you fantasize about having a house of your own, but I tell you, you are completely daydreaming, and all the houses here are Lao Tzu, starving to death? Who cares about you! I'd better die sooner, nuisance bastard!"

The face of the six-fingered elder sister gradually turned cold, and she said, "We have been working for you for more than a year, and we have passed on countless messages to you, if it weren't for Jason, would you have been able to get the line to the docks?"

"Jason?" The mob boss sat back in his chair mockingly, loaded the pistol in his hand, and said, "That little kid, how smart he thinks he is, but now he doesn't fuck off?" Do you really think he can become a big man and live in a big house? Dream!"

"You bed bugs from the bottom of the ladder should never want to have a house to live in, and you will be hungry every day. In order to make you less troublesome for me, if you are fed and clothed, how can I mess up?"

The six-fingered eldest sister looked at him silently, which made the gang boss feel a little surprised, because he found that the little girl on the other side looked at him as if she were looking at a dead person.

As soon as the gang boss tried to stand up, he felt a shadow fall on his head from behind, and a rope crossed his face and strangled his neck.

Appearing in the shadows was Jason's indifferent expression.

His face was calm and he didn't say a word, but his hand holding the strap of the umbrella was bruised.

The gang boss kept picking at his neck, kicking his legs, and waving his limbs, but soon, his eyes bulged out, his tongue stretched out, his chest gradually stopped rising and falling, and the six-fingered eldest sister covered her mouth with her hand.

Jason clutched the strap of his umbrella and didn't let go for a moment, and at this moment, the passage of life failed to move him for half a minute, and he was charged with killing for the first time, and never again

Have clean hands.

In the laws of normal society, murder is against the law, and the children can't resist in the gangster rules, but when this rope was strangled into the flesh of the gang boss, and even almost strangled his cervical vertebrae, the power that Jason used, he didn't have a moment to let go, let him understand that he should do this, he always wanted to do this.

The knuckles were slightly loosened, the strap of the umbrella fell to the ground, and the sound of the buckle hitting the floor was very crisp and deafening.

With a "boom", the night rain in Gotham finally came, and in the low building, in an inconspicuous window, the light shone on the red hood, like the sunset in Gotham.

"Why are you wearing this hood?" The six-fingered eldest sister asked.

And Jason's answer, through the glass, pierced into the rainy night of Gotham, like a new thunder belated in late spring.

"Because, I like the color of the hood."

96.

Catch the herd and burn the rope