Night Hacker Chapter 112: The future is in your hands
"Night Hacker ()"
"That one hundred yuan was not picked up, it was earned by me."
The night was dimmed by neon lights, and the streets of Shouhui Street were bustling as usual, and a group of homeless children walked through the crowd.
At the end of the day, Xingtong had already exchanged the one hundred yuan for food, and if he didn't spend it, he would be in danger of being snatched away. Someone had actually picked up money before, but when the news got out, it was robbed by another group of older kids.
One hundred yuan is enough for her to feed herself for a few days, but she also feeds the other three friends, and they are all gone in one day.
"Is there still money to be made tomorrow?" A little boy named Fei Mi asked, he didn't eat much, but he grew fat.
"Did you really recognize the boss?" The little boy named Mike asked, "Who can accept me too?"
Although Xingtong is less than seven years old, she has a clever mind. The boss is not particularly willing to accept her, "I can't make up my mind. I have a share of food, and I will share some with you."
A little girl of the same age named Moriko gnawed on a piece of bread and nodded, "I share the money I make, we are friends."
They are a group of four children who have been hanging out together for a while.
No one can tell where they come from, and they don't know the place very well. Just one day, Dad died, Mom died, or disappeared, or was never seen, or whatever.
"Is your boss powerful?" Fei Mi asked.
They were both fat and thin, and they were all too small. While passing through the crowd, they were almost bumped by several muscular men from the game gang. Beat you to death with one punch."
The four of them ignored it and ran away quickly.
"Awesome, of course!" Xingtong replied, without lying a word: "The boss of the game gang will help move things with my boss, I saw it with my own eyes."
That day she really saw her on the street outside the apartment building where the boss lived, and there were two older sisters.
One of them is the flesh and blood girl today, and the other one is not seen today, but there is another more beautiful one today.
"Eyeliner!" Xingtong was a little proud, that's what the flesh-and-blood sister said.
She is not an ordinary street mouse anymore, she has a boss and status...
"What's that?" Fatty scratched his head stupidly, Moriko just smiled, and Mike continued to push Xingtong to introduce him to her boss, "We can form a gang!"
"Everyone says it's gone now." Xingtong said again, "Hurry up, if you slow down, you'll be gone!"
She ran towards a small alley, and several other children followed quickly.
When they approached the alley, they saw that there was already a pile of new **** placed by the entrance of the alley, so they rushed up to search for it. Passers-by who walked by avoided a little, and the call girl threw the cigarette butts that were intended to be thrown into the garbage dump to the sewer mouth on the other side.
The four of them were not looking for food, but for something of value.
An older child told them that if they want to survive on the street, they must know how to pick up trash.
There is a residential building next to this street, and residents often throw out sundries, so it is a popular place to pick up garbage. But older kids love places like squat clubs, capsule hotels, malls, where there's more good stuff in the crap.
But it's not their turn to pick it up. If they can grab it at this alley, they are already lucky.
"Ah!" Xingtong was really lucky today. He just opened an unwrapped black plastic garbage bag, and saw that besides some domestic garbage, there was a pair of white adult women's sneakers.
She hastily grabbed the boot and lifted it out, almost hugging it in her arms.
I saw that the shoes were not torn, they were just a little old, and they were stained with garbage, but she patted and wiped them, and they were as good as new. flash.
"Wow, these shoes." Fat Rice, Mike, and Moriko were also happy, and they might be worth more than a dozen yuan if they were sold to the trash collectors.
Xingtong looked at it but really liked it, so he took off the small broken slippers he was wearing and tried to put on these sneakers.
But the shoes were too big for her, and her feet were not big enough to wear them.
"Haha." Xingtong himself was amused, and dragged the big shoes for a few steps, like a juggler on the street.
She wants to find a hole in the wall to put these shoes away, instead of selling them for a dozen dollars, she wants to wear them when she grows up.
Suddenly, at one end of the main street, there was the sound of a police car.
The ear-piercing noise covered up the music from the shops on both sides of the street, and also silenced the hustle and bustle of people.
People on the road avoided one after another, only to see a convoy from the Metropolitan Police Department approaching.
Several hideous mechanical motorcycles opened the way ahead. The female policemen and male policemen on the vehicles were all in semi-armored uniforms, followed by many police cars and transport vehicles, all of which were equipped with machine guns and printed with "The Metropolitan Police Department" few words.
There is also the LOGO of the Secret Service Division of the Anti-Criminal Patrol Department. These people did not come because of any case.
Criminal patrol means that even if no one is doing anything, they will go around arresting people.
The headlights of the mechanical motorcycle scanned the surroundings and swept across several groups of street children on both sides of the street.
"Little devils, go away!" Suddenly someone shouted on the street, "The Metropolitan Police Department is here to arrest people! Go away, or you are finished!" All of a sudden, there was an explosion on the street, and passers-by exclaimed.
Sometimes this kind of thing happens, there are too many street rats and street dogs, or where the factory is short of people, the Metropolitan Police Department will clean it up.
The Metropolitan Police Department is cleaning up Kabukicho these days in order to clean up the area around the audition site of the Streaming City Talent Show, so that it is more like a safe time. This has already caused dissatisfaction on the streets .
At this time, the street children scattered like a frightened group of rats, fleeing towards various small streets and alleys.
At the same time, some passers-by deliberately blocked the special service police who got off the transport vehicle, so as to buy time for the mice.
But these anti-criminal special service dogs have always been rough, each holding a baton, wearing a small submachine gun, and some are equipped with exoskeleton mechanical armor, in addition to two hands, there are also two mechanical hands.
"We are taking in street children, taking them to orphanages, and arranging a better living environment for them."
A serious voice came from the horn of the police car, "Children, don't be afraid, we are the police."
"Let's go!" But everywhere in the street, people shouted one after another.
Xingtong jumped away from the big shoes in a hurry. As soon as he grabbed the pair of shoes, he didn't have time to put on the pair of worn slippers, and ran into the alley with bare feet. On the companion, "Let's go!"
She didn't know why she had to run, but as long as she could remember, everyone said that she had to run when she encountered such a situation.
That's what the big kids say, and that's what everyone on the street says.
Can't be caught by those people, those are the bank's dogs...
"Fat rice! Senzi!" Xingtong couldn't help shouting at this moment, without stopping.
She saw two companions who were stunned and walking slowly were caught by tall semi-armored uniformed policemen. into a transport truck.
Mike ran faster, but not as fast as she was, and was quickly grabbed by a policeman's mechanical arm.
Xingtong was even more confused, but he continued to run away from the din of the street.
Her bare feet were constantly pricked by the sand, gravel and unknown garbage on the ground of the alley, and she almost turned her foot, but she didn't stop, and rushed across the alley to the other side, only to see the street on this side It was also the sound of alarms.
Xingtong glanced left and right, then hugged his sneakers again, and ran in one direction barefoot.
There was chaos everywhere on the street, and some gang members and homeless people who were obstructing were knocked down by batons, and they were also arrested and taken to the car.
It started to rain at night, wet people's faces, and also obscured the light of neon signs on the street.
The rain also fell on the big warehouse of the Wrestling Gang, and the canopy was opened above the warehouse, allowing the rain to fall on the ring and auditorium.
It was another barbed wire blasting death fight. The street dog audience around the ring shouted excitedly. The four wrestlers were in a stalemate.
The sound of rock music is also ringing, and the high-pitched singing of Boxer seems to be still wandering here:
I'm a bit nice here, I promise you a wonderful night.
This world is in turmoil, and people's hearts are uneasy. Shrimp fried rice is **** delicious!
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Mike, Fat Rice, and Moriko were all caught in the same transport vehicle by the secret service police. Dozens of street children were crowded in the not-so-spacious rear compartment. The dirty clothes and hair made it difficult to circulate the air. Smelly.
There are no windows on the iron plates of the carriage, so they cannot see the situation outside, they can only hear the chaotic sounds vaguely.
As time passed, the number of street mice caught in the car continued to increase, and everyone was so crowded that they couldn't turn around.
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not saying much, and some children were sobbing.
"What should we do..." Moriko asked in fear, never being the one to make up his mind.
"Let's slip away when we have a chance..." Mike looked at the children around him, "The star child has escaped, and someone can escape."
"I was thinking, they are the police." Fat Mi scratched his head, "Let's go to the orphanage, can we have enough to eat?"
The three muttered a few words, no one could tell for sure, and gradually fell silent.
No police came to speak to them again, and after a while, the transport truck moved and the convoy moved off the street.
Dozens of children were crammed into the small compartment like this, messy and bumpy, some were crying all the time, some fell asleep. The convoy drove for a while, stopped for a while, I don't know how far it has traveled.
When Mike and the others were driven out of the car, they were in a factory building. Although the sky was gloomy, it was already daytime.
There are many transport vehicles of the same style around, and groups of homeless children, male and female, big and small, were also driven off from the vehicles, looking around the surrounding factory buildings.
There were large trucks passing by on the road, and some adults in blue uniforms hurried past without even looking at them.
Mike can read a few words, learn a little from this, learn a little from that.
At this time, he saw the graffiti of "Kabukicho" on a passing truck, is it still in Kabukicho?
"Don't you want to go to the orphanage..." Fat Mi muttered blankly, "Is there enough food here..."
They, a large group of children, were immediately herded by a team of factory adults in blue to an iron shed warehouse.
The previous policemen have disappeared, but these adults are also holding batons~IndoMTL.com~ with a serious expression, the middle-aged man who led the team looked at these ignorant street rats, and said in a deep voice:
"This is the orphanage. The orphanage does not raise people for nothing. You have to work here and support yourself."
Mike could only follow the brigade and could not find a chance to escape.
In this way, the street rats were driven into teams of men and women, and they went into different warehouses. They all took off their dirty clothes, were washed by water cannons, and then put on a set of small-sized clothes. Blue factory uniform.
Immediately afterwards, the two teams reunited and were driven to a large workshop nearby, with constant ding ding ding ding.
Mike looked around, seeing mechanical workbenches one by one, and many things he couldn't name.
The middle-aged man who led the team said that they will learn how to work here first. They are all very simple assembly line tasks.
Mike, Fatmi, Moriko, and other children watched the teachings of several masters silently and ignorantly, as well as the demonstration of the older children who had worked in the orphanage for a period of time.
How to put some predetermined electronic accessories from here to here on the mechanical workbench, and assemble them into TV sets in just a few steps.
In this workshop, only one assembly line is used for teaching, and the other assembly lines are in production.
Beside each workbench, there is a child laborer in blue clothes. They lower their heads, repeating the assembly operation with their immature but rough hands, with no expression on their faces.
On the walls of the iron shed around the workshop, there are several lines of eye-catching slogans painted everywhere:
【ちゃんと働く，未来は君の手の中にある
WORKHARD, THE FUTUREISINYOURHANDS
Work hard, the future is in your hands]