In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 818: Red Hood (End)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

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

"I know it's impolite to break into someone's house, it doesn't conform to the rules of the Gotham gang, but what drives me to do this is an emotion that I can't explain..."

"Why on earth are you doing this?" On the truck, Jason asked: "Batman, give me a reason, I believe you are not such an impulsive person."

"Although I haven't officially known you for a long time, I think you should be very similar to me. You like to make all the plans before doing something, and try to avoid accidents as much as possible. But you What are you doing now?"

"I don't know." Bruce gave an answer that he himself was very surprised, he said: "An emotion prompted me to do this."

The shouts around became stronger and stronger, and gunshots began to gradually sound. Most of the people living in the North District are the leaders of big gangs, so the lights here are bright and prosperous.

This place is like an isolated island, standing above Gotham society. Everyone here is the maker of the rules and supporters, and they sing praises for it.

Therefore, when a truck that should not be here rushed into here, everyone was screaming and screaming, and the children sitting in the car could see the strong fire rising through the gap in the truck roof stand up.

But their first reaction was not to scream, but to cover their mouths with their hands, and they must not make any noise. This truck is not a good bunker. Once it explodes, no one will survive.

The tires are the first thing that gets hit on the truck. The gangsters here are not outsiders. Their marksmanship is very accurate. , is worth it.

The front wheel was hit, and there was a "bang" and white smoke came out. Bruce's hand holding the steering wheel became tighter and tighter. Control the truck with the steering wheel, kick the accelerator, and rush faster.

"Where is he going?! Stop him!"

"Come on! It's the manor area! Hurry up! Hurry up! Shoot!!"

"It's over, it's over, he's going to rush in, hurry up! Shout everyone, something big has happened!!"

"Cab! Shoot the cab!!"

But the more critical the situation was, the clearer Bruce's thinking became. The route of the truck was constructed in his mind. All of them turned into shimmering streamers, which can be seen clearly in front of his eyes.

The blue eyes under the red hood became brighter and brighter, and the speed of the truck became faster and faster, but the pointer of the fuel gauge began to shake gradually.

The gasoline on this truck was put in by the little slicker before, and his gasoline was taken out from the auto repair school. He is just a child and cannot take so much gasoline. Driving from the East District to the North District is already the limit.

The truck has been being shot, but because it happened so suddenly, most of the thugs were unprepared, and the truck had already rushed over, so the direct firepower was not too fierce, but there were still stray bullets, and the shooting arrived On the carriage, the child who was hit screamed.

This truck is like a short-lived tree, from sprouting to growing and then withering, in just a few minutes, after its most glorious period is over, only the old remnant is left.

There was a "squeak", and the sound of weak brakes came, and the truck with white smoke stopped at the gate of a manor.

Among the rain lines, the name on the mailbox, like fallen leaves in a strong wind, kept swaying, but never fell. The letters written on it were very short, but the legend was very long.

It was Falcone who came out of the gate of the manor. He stood at the gate of Falcone manor, took the black umbrella from the waiter, and looked at the dilapidated car in front of him with a blank expression. truck.

He saw that the door of the cab was opened, but the person did not step down, but grabbed the door, stepped on the handle and stretched out his hand, reached out and flipped onto the roof of the truck, looking down at Falcone.

The distance between the two is only a few tens of meters, and they can see each other clearly. What Bruce sees is the godfather who came alone, like a stump that cannot be shaken in a storm. It is old, but the root system that goes deep into the ground is hard to get a glimpse of.

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

"Godfather, good evening." An extremely hoarse voice was almost inaudible through the strong wind.

The godfather waved his hand, stopped the gunman who was aiming at the side, and made everyone around him retreat. He said, "Hello, your car is really nice, and it is very similar to 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?"

"Are you referring to the one who always laughs, or the one who likes to steal things, 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, looked at the puddles in front of his feet, and said: "They think I am the most boring person in the world, because I created the most boring order in the world, so they Never found me."

"I just want to ask you a question..." Bruce's voice echoed in the rainy night, he walked slowly towards the truck's carport, and then he cut a hole in the side carport, letting the wind and rain blow in At that time, all the children ran away in horror.

Not only was the cold wind and rain entering the carriage, but the **** smell of the injured child also wafted out, blowing in front of Falcone.

"Godfather Your Excellency, you have spent forty years creating rules for Gotham. This rule is not perfect, but it works... But I just want to ask, who are you making these rules for?"

Falcone flicked his wrist lightly, and he said, "Don't go around in circles with me, boy, if I say, I'm for Gotham, you'll say, these kids are not doing well , if I say, I am for myself, you will say let me be for Gotham."

"But in fact, I will make such a rule, just because I come from such an era, in that era, I can only make this choice, and there is no other way."

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

Bruce looked at the old godfather silently, watching his figure crumbling in the storm, but he never moved.

"I set an example and showed them how in that glorious era, we talked and laughed and decided the direction of history." The voice of the godfather always has a special sense of age, as if returning to the Statue of Liberty Like the era when the torch illuminated the world.

"I let them imitate me and learn to be a civilized person in chaos, just like domesticating a dog. 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 a dog is a dog, they will not become a human being, they plunder benefits for me, and I use these benefits to light up lights and build cities."

"A sufficiently rich society will no longer raise dogs, but will certainly raise compassionate and sympathetic people, and those who have courage, wisdom, and courage among them will eventually stand up to me. and say to me, loose your chains, and set them free.”

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

"These children prove your compassion, this truck proves your courage, this journey proves your wisdom, face to face with me proves your courage..."

"Now, you can say what you have to say, and after you have finished speaking, I will say what I have to say."

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

He went all the way through the trials and tribulations, but what was waiting at the finish line was not the devil king, but the previous brave man.

In the last era, a brave man who failed to reach the end due to vision, knowledge, wisdom, and social conditions.

Among the whistling wind, Bruce's voice came: "A friend of mine told me that this road does not mean winning at the end."

Obviously, this was not what the godfather wanted to hear. He didn't expect that the people who came here would say this to him.

But he was not happy, but said: "If this will make you shake and give up, then you are doomed to fail, don't waste my time anymore."

"Even if there is no perfect solution to this question, the gangster society must be the worst answer to be wrong." Bruce paused, but still said the sentence: "It's time for the old rules to retire, Godfather Your Excellency."

Falcone turned around and walked slowly towards the manor. His leather shoes stepped on the puddles, and every drop of water splashed was like gold scoured from the gravel in that chaotic era.

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

When his figure disappeared, the lights in the manor slowly went out. The godfather had never fallen asleep so early~IndoMTL.com~ But with the disappearance of the light in his bedroom window, the light of the Gotham lighthouse became faint stand up.

Every era will pass, and the arm that holds the torch high and cannot be put down will eventually turn into a rotten ship's wood with the storm every night, sinking on the bottom of the sea, watching the giant ship of history pass by.

Standing on top of the dilapidated truck in the stormy night, Bruce saw that the lights of the entire North District were gradually extinguished, leaving only the deafening sound of rain and the red hood that was particularly conspicuous in the dark rainy night.

Jason, who was lying in the car, understood this conversation better than those ignorant children, or in other words, he even understood it better than Bruce.

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

Bruce takes off his hood, the disguise no longer makes sense.

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

The red hood was caught by an immature hand, and the five fingers slowly gathered together. In the dark rainy night, Jason tightly grasped the only smear of color.

The fingers gradually elongated, and the shallow scars climbed up. After putting down the stack of papers in his hands, Bruce looked at Alfred with a little expectation.

Alfred, holding a candle, walked slowly to the door, turned to look at Bruce and said, "I like the last scene, you wrote it very well, sir."

"Why? Is it because this is the climax of the narrative?"

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

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