Chapter 817 Red Hood (XI)

The heavy 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 shouted as he turned the wheel.

"Stop!" Jason also shouted loudly. As the rain outside the window became louder and louder, the two of them had to use all their strength and roar to communicate in order to prevent their voices from being drowned in the heavy rain.

"You are killing us, you will kill us all!" Jason's tone kept trembling, he said: "You and I can escape from this kind of rules, we can leave at any time, but these children We can’t!”

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

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

"We shouldn't have trucks, let alone move them, and the last thing we should do is have them driving on Gotham's roads while everyone is hiding in them!"

"Why can't you drive on Gotham's roads?" Bruce asked loudly. "Anyone can drive, including you!"

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

Bruce was sure that he heard deep fear in Jason's tone. Jason's breathing began to become a little irregular. He said: "If we can grab a truck, it means that one day we will I will grab the gun, grab the rocket launcher, and then compete with them for territory..."

"All the kid gangs are wretches that are parasitic on gangsters. We must be weak enough and not a threat 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.

Now he finally understood why she died.

This society, and everyone in this society, uses extreme violence to tell her that you can't own anything and must be weak enough, otherwise, we will take away more, including your life.

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

Bruce gave her food, a house, and medicine, but in order for her to accept it, he had to peel off her skin, break her bones, and rip out her heart.

"This is our mask..." Jason said: "This society has put on a mask for 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 will be some gaps to fill our bellies and build shelters, instead of dying from gunshots in the endless chaos. Under the mouth.”

"So, Bruce, please..." Jason's temperature began to rise and his consciousness became a little unclear. He said: "Don't take off the mask. I can't take off the mask, although I can do it." , but I can’t do this..."

Bruce's face began to become colder and colder, and his hands holding the steering wheel had bulging veins. How on earth should a person who wants to survive in society take off his mask?

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

The raging fire burned the only material the clown relied on for survival. This society no longer gave him any room for survival, so he used the fire of madness. Burn this mask that is disciplined by society.

And he, Batman, deeply realizes that in order to save the suffering of this society, he must no longer live so seriously like every ordinary person. When he laughs, the originally hypocritical playboy mask becomes Completely dissolved in the chemical pool.

And now, how should these children, or all the people like them who are disciplined by Gotham's rules, take off their masks?

In other words, even a smart, sharp and brave child like Jason can clearly realize that all this is wrong, but he can only go with the flow or become a supporter of these cruel rules to prevent Bruce from bringing... changed and prayed for the lives of his companions.

In such a desperate situation, where should this old and rickety truck drive on a stormy night to find a way out?

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

Bruce heard Jason crying, but it was no longer obvious, because more crying came from the cabin of the truck. However, the children could not undo the terrible situation. They did not want to cry or show weakness. But there is no other way.

Among these cries, Bruce felt the long-lost sadness and anger. His hands holding the steering wheel trembled, and then gradually returned to calm, as if he had made a decision.

"A long time ago, I read an analysis of class contradictions. At that time, I could not fully understand the part about non-confrontational contradictions and confrontational contradictions, but at least I remembered one sentence..."

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In Wayne Manor, Bruce wrote:

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

With a "click", the light was turned on, and Alfred came to Bruce with a cup of hot milk. He put the cup down gently and said, "Master, you should turn on the ceiling light. The light of the desk lamp is not enough for you to read late at night."

"Oh, I was writing to the key point, and I didn't realize that it was dark," Bruce put down his pen, raised his head and looked at Alfred, and said, "I have finished writing this part of the narrative, and only the discussion is left."

After that, he paused, looked at Alfred and said, "Alfred, what do you think, if I turn on the ceiling light in this part In the narrative, adding some theoretical references will affect the overall score? "

"Master, I studied mathematics in college." Alfred shook his head and said, "I have hardly written any decent articles in my life. If you have any questions in this regard, you might as well ask Mr. Dent."

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

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

"I..." Bruce paused with his hands on the table. He didn't know whether Alfred was deliberately avoiding certain topics or really didn't want to discuss with him.

If it was the former, Bruce felt that he should not keep stimulating him, and if it was the latter, was he so dull and unteachable 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 am happy to help, sir." Alfred replied.

"The car drove aimlessly on the street. I tried my best to accommodate every child who asked for help. I kept driving forward without a goal until Jason started to ask me..."

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

Hearing his somewhat weak question, an inexplicable emotion rose from Bruce's heart. Amid the rumble of the truck, he said: "I'm going to the North District."

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

Bruce looked back and saw that the rear compartment was full of people. The children were shivering together, but fortunately, because there were so many people and it was very crowded, the heat dissipated slowly. Although most people were pale, they had not started to lose temperature.

Bruce grabbed 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, lying in the chair, thought, who created the current rules of Gotham? Maybe many people would say it is the Godfather, maybe Bruce also thinks it is the Godfather, but Jason always feels that it is far more than that.

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

Jason hates cruel rules, but he is also one of the supporters of rules, because he knows that once such rules collapse, the weak will only be more miserable, but if it is not the rules of the gang that lead to evil, then what is it?

As the truck rushed into the bridge in the North District, the entire North District of Gotham seemed to be on fire, lights lit up one after another, and shouts were heard.

In the haze, Jason saw that the lights of the manor were close at hand, but their fate was still heading towards the unknown.