Chapter 785: Deadly Joke (XII)

Bruce left. Perhaps because of the gun in his hand, the strong man did not bother him.

Driving the truck that was about to fall apart and biting the tasteless bread, Bruce felt relieved. It was better to have no money than to be in debt. At least the consequence of being poor now was just hunger. If he really owed the gangsters' loan sharks, it would be really troublesome.

He deeply realized that he was no longer the omnipotent Batman. His current state was very bad. He had never been so embarrassed in his life.

He had not eaten enough for many consecutive days, and he had consumed a lot of energy. He had lost at least ten pounds. His cold was much better, but his throat was still hurting, and it seemed to have turned into bronchitis. His stomach was still not used to the diet here, and he would still have diarrhea at any time.

In this case, Bruce could not fight with those strong gang members, because he could not accept the consequences of not being able to beat those gang members.

When he was Batman, if he had not beaten up gang members, like when he first became Batman, lime was sprinkled in his eyes, he fell from the top of the cage and fell into the trash can. The consequence was that he returned to Wayne Manor in a somewhat embarrassed manner, cleaned his expensive uniform, bandaged his wound, checked his eyes, put in some eye drops, and then went upstairs to rest.

But if he was beaten up by gang members and fell from the roof now, not to mention the possible risk of fractures or organ rupture, he could not accept the result of spraining his hands and feet, because he would not be able to drive.

If you don't drive, you can't make money. If you don't make money, you have no money to eat. If you don't eat, you will be weaker. Weaker means easier to bully. Being easier to bully means easier to get hurt. Being more easily hurt means you can only make less money...

Bruce now understands why the foreman said that people who enter the canning area can't get out.

Because once you step into this river of poverty, you can't go upstream, and everything can only slide towards an irreversible abyss, until at a certain point, you fall from the waterfall and are smashed to pieces.

Fortunately, Bruce's luck was good in the next few days. He lived a stable life for a few days, saved dozens of dollars, and made some friends among the truck driver group.

He gradually figured out the rules here and finally got a meal. At this time, a master in a truck group found Bruce and said he wanted to invite him to play this weekend.

Before, Bruce also followed other truck drivers to participate in activities, but most of their activities were to find a delicious barbecue restaurant to eat barbecue, or take group orders, and share the money they earned.

Bruce only wanted to make money now and had no interest in playing, but the old truck driver was the leader of another small group. That group had a way to transport fresh food outside the city. Transporting fresh food was a lucrative job, much more profitable than transporting ordinary goods. Bruce thought about it and decided to go with him to see if he could get to know people from the farm outside the city.

The old master took Bruce to a nightclub. Bruce no longer had the conditions to use ginger ale instead of beer, so he drank some, but fortunately, his alcohol tolerance was better than that of ordinary people, so he didn't feel drunk.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the main show was finally about to start. Several girls leaned on them. Bruce smelled the strong perfume of the New Year's holiday on them and felt like vomiting.

Others had a lot of fun, but Bruce, who was downgraded in consumption like jumping off a cliff, couldn't even maintain his expression of acting.

These girls, not to mention those glamorous socialites, even the most ordinary waiters in the restaurants Bruce usually goes to are much more elegant than them.

Bruce started to pretend to be drunk and ran to the toilet to vomit. Those girls didn't like to hang out with young guys like him. They knew he had no money. Those old truck drivers, although dirty, were generous.

Other young people who came for the first time like Bruce were all showing their courtesy. They enjoyed the feeling of being sought after and were even willing to spend money to open wine for these girls.

Bruce pretended to have gastroenteritis and left the scene with vomiting and diarrhea. After a while, he saw that these people came to the alley behind, each took one away and got on their respective trucks.

Bruce, who returned alone, did not feel regretful. He just felt lucky to have escaped death. 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. He felt sorry for not being able to take him to play to his heart's content yesterday, and invited him to play again tonight. Bruce wanted to decline, but unexpectedly, the leader of the small group he belonged to also went. Bruce had no choice but to follow him.

Fortunately, there were no girls this time. After a few rounds of drinking, more than a dozen people cleared the table and started playing cards.

Two people played against each other, and more than a dozen people placed bets. When the atmosphere became heated, the money that could only be earned by driving for a day was thrown on the table as soon as the hand loosened. If you want to pick it up again, you will be despised by everyone. The boss's eyes will be brighter than a light bulb.

Bruce just watched and did not leave the game, which soon caused dissatisfaction, but he did not choose to stand outside the table to follow the bet, but played cards himself.

There are no bugs or monitors, and Bruce does not have a clairvoyant eye. His superb IQ allows him to remember every card and understand the cards on the field and in his hand. In general, he wins more and loses less. But after the show was over, I was asked to treat him to dinner.

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Returning the next day, he lost more and won less, and was encouraged to win back. For the first time, Bruce felt that the entertainment time after work was not so precious, and he would rather burn the midnight oil.

In order to avoid this annoying bad social interaction, Bruce decided to rush delivery at night. Night driving made more money, but it was also more difficult to drive.

It’s easy to get sleepy when driving at night, especially in the first few days when the jet lag hasn’t reversed. All the other truck drivers smoked marijuana to stay awake, but Bruce refused, so he crashed the next day.

Fortunately, the collision was not severe, just a slight bump. There are no traffic police here, and there is no insurance. The liability system mainly depends on who has more bullets in the gun. The truck driver on the other side tried to make a corner and knew that he was in the wrong. Look at Bruce's young face and With their strong bodies, the two decided to go back to their respective homes and repair their cars.

There was nothing else. The key was that one of the headlights was damaged. High-beam headlights are very important when driving at night. Bruce found a car repair shop and negotiated the price for two hours, and finally replaced it with a brand-new high-beam headlight. , instead of second-hand, the price is that the money he saved has bottomed out again.

Why is it so difficult to save money? Bruce has been wondering why.

He didn't know if he was just unlucky or if there was something wrong with the way he did things. Didn't he adapt quickly enough?

Three days of steady work, one week of food and clothing, and half a month of getting familiar with the industry. It’s been almost a month now, and besides being still penniless, the biggest achievement I’ve made is that I’m still alive.

Bruce couldn't find anyone to refer to, so he didn't know that his situation was abnormal. He wanted to find someone he could trust to ask, and then he looked around, and there was no one he could trust here.

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

Through various previous observations, Bruce discovered that Clown Jack should be considered a pretty good truck driver. The bread he bought was half as expensive as himself, not to mention, he could also eat fried chicken.

This is the first time that Batman takes the initiative to find the Joker, not to put him in jail, but to see if this madman can do better than him.

The result disappointed him. The clown was doing too well.

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

Jack found him. He looked at Bruce with a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Look, isn't this our performance champion? It seems that you haven't eaten well in the past few days. Didn't your bat mother breastfeed you?"

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

Jack handed Bruce a cigarette, but Bruce didn't take it, not because he insisted not to smoke, but because he didn't even have matches.

There was no way he could get closer and ask Jack to light a cigarette for him. With Jack's careless appearance, if his hands trembled and ignited several kilograms of explosives on his body, the two of them would have to go to the God of Death to decide who was better.

"Have you never thought that one day you would be able to squat on the roadside and chat with me calmly?" Jack puffed out a puff of smoke and said: "And you are still jealous of me, jealous that I am doing better than you and being richer than you. ”

"You're dreaming." Bruce looked at the street in front of him and said, "I'm not jealous of you. I don't have as much money as you now. It's just because I work too short a time. If I were as experienced as you, I would be like you." rich."

"If your useless pride could be exchanged for money, you wouldn't have to sleep in the truck a long time ago." Jack curled his lips and said, "You know what? I don't want to create an explosion at all now. I don't want this question to change." It’s even harder because even if it’s so simple, you can’t answer it right.”

"Sooner or later I will find the answer one day." Bruce put his hands on his knees and said: "Look here, just look for them. If I find the answer, Batman will come back and I will kill you." Sent to jail."

"Don't you think this sounds like a blessing to me?" Jack said: "Bless me to be able to exchange for three meals a day without labor, without the risk of starving to death, and to spend taxpayers' money."

Bruce stood up and leaned against the telephone pole. He did not refute what Jack said, because he found that what the clown said was damn right, because his current life would be worse than going to jail.

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

"I don't need to deal with you anymore, because you have chosen a more difficult opponent. He is much stronger and crazier than me."

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

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

The last scene Bruce saw while leaning on the telephone pole was the clown limping away as the sun set. He didn't light explosives or laugh crazily, but he did something even crazier. ——

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