In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 785: Fatal Joke (12)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

Bruce left, perhaps for the sake of the gun in his hand, and the strong man didn't bother.

Driving the truck that was about to fall apart and biting the tasteless bread, Bruce felt relaxed. It is better to have no money than to be in debt. At least the consequences of having no money now are just hungry. If you get usury from gangsters, then I'm afraid it will be really troublesome.

He deeply realized that he was no longer the omnipotent Batman, he was in a very bad state now, he had never been in such a mess in his life.

He has not eaten enough food for many days in a row, and he has consumed a lot of energy. He has lost at least a dozen catties, and his cold has improved a lot, but his throat has been hurting, and it seems to have turned into bronchitis, and his stomach is still the same. I don't adapt to the diet here, and I still have diarrhea every time I move.

In this case, Bruce couldn't use force with those strong gangsters, because he couldn't accept the consequences of not being able to beat those gangsters.

When he was Batman, if he hadn't hit a gangster like he did when he was just Batman, got lime in the eye, fell off the top of the cage, and fell into the trash can, then As a result, he returned to Wayne Manor in a bit of a mess, cleaned the expensive uniform, bandaged the wound, checked his eyes, put some eye drops, and went upstairs to rest.

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But now, he was beaten up by members of the gang and fell from the roof of the building. Not to mention the possible risk of fracture or organ rupture, he would not be able to accept the result of twisting his hands and feet. , because that would make it impossible to drive.

If you don’t drive, you can’t make money. If you don’t make money, you won’t have money to eat. If you don’t eat, you’ll be weaker. Being weaker means you’re more likely to be bullied. And being more likely to be injured means that you can only earn less money...

Bruce understands a little now, why the foreman said that no one who entered the canning area can come out.

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

Fortunately, in the next few days, Bruce's luck was not bad. He lived a stable life for a few days, saved dozens of dollars, and made some friends among the group of truck drivers.

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

Before, Bruce also had activities with other truck drivers, but most of their activities were to find a delicious barbecue restaurant to eat barbecue, or take group orders, and share the money with everyone.

Bruce just wants to make money now, not interested in playing, but the old truck driver is the head of another small group, that group has a way to deliver fresh food outside the city, and delivering fresh food is a profitable job It is much more profitable than transporting ordinary goods. After thinking about it, Bruce decided to go with him to see if he could meet someone in the farm outside the city.

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

After three rounds of wine and five tastes of food, the main show is finally about to start. Several girls leaned on them. Bruce smelled the strong annual holiday perfume on them and felt nauseous.

Others are having a good time, but the downgrading of consumption is like Bruce jumping off a cliff, he can't even maintain his playful expression.

These girls, not to mention those glamorous courtesans, even the most ordinary waiters in the restaurants that Bruce usually visits, have more temperament than them.

Bruce began to pretend to be drunk, and ran to the toilet to vomit. Those girls didn't like to hang out with young boys like him. They knew he had no money. Those old truck drivers, although their hands and feet were not clean, but It's a generous move.

The other young people who came here for the first time like Bruce were courteous. They enjoyed the feeling of being sought after, and were even willing to spend money on drinks for these girls.

Bruce pretended to have gastroenteritis, vomited and left the scene. After a while, he saw these people came to the back alley, took one of them away, and got into their respective trucks.

Bruce, who went back alone, didn't feel regretful, he just felt lucky to have escaped from death. He felt that if he breathed the same air with these people for a second longer, he would get sick.

The next morning, the refreshed teacher found Bruce again. He felt sorry for not being able to play with him yesterday, and invited him to play again this evening. Bruce wanted to refuse, but he didn’t. Thinking that the leader of the small group he was in was also going, Bruce had no choice but to follow.

Fortunately, there were no more girls this time. A dozen or so people drank for a few rounds, then moved the tables and started playing cards.

Two people are fighting against each other, and there are more than a dozen people betting. When the atmosphere is heated up, it takes a day of driving to earn a single banknote. You will be despised by everyone, and the eyes of the boss staring over will be brighter than a light bulb.

Bruce just watched and didn't leave the game, which quickly caused dissatisfaction, but he didn't choose to stand outside the table and call, but went off to play cards by himself.

There are no bugs, no monitors, and Bruce doesn't have his own clairvoyance. His superb IQ allows him to remember every card, find out the cards on the field and in his hand, and generally speaking, win more I lost a lot, but after the game was over, I was yelled at to invite me to dinner.

Come back the next day, more losses than wins, and being urged to win back, Bruce felt for the first time that the entertainment time after work is not so precious, he would rather go to work late.

In order to avoid this annoying bad social interaction, Bruce decided to expedite the delivery at night as well. The night train makes more money, but it is also more difficult to drive.

Driving at night is easy to get sleepy, especially in the first few days, when the jet lag is not reversed, all other truck drivers smoke marijuana to refresh themselves, but Bruce is determined not to smoke, so he crashed the next day.

Fortunately, the collision was not serious, just a slight bump. There is no traffic police here, no insurance, and the liability system mainly depends on who has the most bullets in the gun. With a beautiful face and a strong body, the two decided to go back to their respective homes and repair their cars.

There is nothing else, the key is that one of the headlights was damaged. When driving at night, the high beam is very important. Bruce found a car repair shop, negotiated the price for two hours, and finally replaced it with a brand new one. High beams, not second-hand, the price is that the money he saved has bottomed out again.

Why is saving money so difficult? Bruce wondered why.

He doesn't know whether he is unlucky or there is something wrong with the way he does things. Hasn't he adapted quickly enough?

Three days of stable work, one week to solve food and clothing, half a month to get acquainted in the industry, now almost a month, besides still penniless, the biggest achievement I have made is that I am still alive.

Bruce couldn't find a reference object, so he didn't know whether his situation was normal. He wanted to ask someone he could trust, and then looked around, there was no trustworthy person here.

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

Through the previous observations, Bruce discovered that Jack the Clown should be regarded as a pretty good truck driver. The bread he bought was half the price of his own, not to mention, he can also eat fried chicken.

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

The result disappointed him a lot, the clown played really well.

When Bruce found Jack, he was smoking at the door of the garage. 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 20 cents With a pack of good cigarettes, Bruce turned around and wanted to leave.

But 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 very well in the past few days, and your mother bat hasn't fed you. Is it?"

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

Jack handed Bruce a cigarette, but Bruce didn't pick it up, not because he insisted on not smoking, but because he didn't even have a match.

It is impossible for him to come over and ask Jack to light a cigarette for him. Just like Jack's hands and feet, if he shakes his hand and ignites the several kilograms of explosives on his body, the two of them have to go to the **** of death to decide who is better. up.

"Have you never thought that one day you could squat down and chat with me on the side of the road calmly?" Jack breathed out a puff of smoke and said, "And you are still jealous of me, jealous that I am better than you and better than you." You have money."

"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 do now, it's just because my working hours are too short, if I'm as experienced as you~IndoMTL.com ~I will also be as rich as you."

"If your useless self-esteem could be exchanged for money, you wouldn't have to sleep in a truck." Jack pouted and said, "You know what? I don't want to make an explosion right now. I don't want this The question becomes more difficult, because even if it is so easy, you can't get it right."

"I'll find the answer sooner or later." Bruce put his hands on his knees and said, "Just look for it here, and look for them. If I find the answer, Batman will come back, and I will Will send you to prison."

"Don't you think that sounds like a blessing to me?" Jack said, "Bless me to get three meals a day without labor, without the risk of starvation, and at the taxpayer's expense. "

Bruce stood up and leaned against the electric pole beside him. He didn't refute Jack's words, because he found that what the clown said was really **** right, because his current life is worse than going 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 have chosen a more difficult opponent. He is much stronger and crazier than me."

"In this world, the only thing I admit that is crazier than me is reality."

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

The last scene Bruce saw while leaning on the telephone pole was the back of the clown limping away in the setting sun. He did not ignite explosives, did not laugh wildly, but did something more Crazy things——

He left Batman $100, enough for him to rent an apartment.