Chapter 2475: The Cape War (40)

When Bruce left that day, he left Jason his phone number, but Jason didn't have time to contact him now, because to rent a house he had to have money, and now he was busy looking for a job.

This was familiar to Jason. After all, he grew up mixing on the streets. He knew very well where people like him could go for short-term work. Not long after, he found himself two jobs.

The first was a worker for a moving company, but not a formal moving company, but the kind of debt collection company. Simply put, it was a moving company that would move your house empty if you didn't pay back the money.

This kind of moving company's requirements for employees, besides being strong, was to look relatively scary. Although they couldn't really move against the other party, what they wanted was the feeling that standing at your door looked like they were going to wipe out your whole family.

Jason was really too suitable for this job. He perfectly met all the conditions of this kind of moving worker: strong body, fierce appearance, standing there and scanning with his eyes made people's legs tremble.

This kind of work was generally done at night, because the police station was off work at night, and it was useless for the other party to call the police, and it could also avoid being targeted by certain people.

The daytime job Jason found for himself was a mailman, not because he was really good at this job, but because this job was really short of people. There was a lot of work, little money, far from home, and it didn't allow people without work cards to do it, but local Americans running the same distance to deliver food earned much more than this.

Jason mainly relied on the night job to earn money. This job was purely to familiarize himself with the terrain, and he had plenty of time and sufficient reasons to wander around various communities. If he did well, he could be transferred to the jurisdiction where Bruce was in two days. He wanted to see what was going on with this Batman.

The moving company needed people very urgently and had to be on duty that night, so even though Jason knew Peter was still a bit sad, he really didn't have time to comfort him. After all, this job earned a lot of money. After finishing this night, he could find a motel to stay in the next morning. His body really wasn't suitable for squeezing into Spider-Man's small bedroom.

Jason had done this job before, but at that time he was very young, mainly to be a hostage.

That's right, this was actually a very mature industry. Those who could use this debt collection method, whether it was the creditor or the debtor, both sides had some status, which meant they still had to take care of the law and face, not the kind of poor people who weren't afraid of wearing shoes.

This led to too many scruples in the confrontation between the two sides, and the other side could also use this scruple to gain an advantage.

Pregnant women, the elderly, and children were very good props. If the other party asked you to move, you didn't want to move, and you blocked the door with a row of pregnant women. If the other party dared to touch them, the bail money could make his heart bleed.

Western law on one hand valued the jury's opinion, and the jury liked to lean towards the vulnerable. If the victim was a socially recognized vulnerable group, it was easy to judge very heavily.

On the other hand, it might be influenced by religious factors. They didn't care much about petty theft. Many thieves caught weren't sentenced, just taught a lesson and released. But if you dared to hurt someone, that was a prison sentence, and sometimes bail wasn't useful.

So Jason occasionally went to guest-star as a hostage for both sides. If someone didn't want to move, he would go to play someone else's son crying and making trouble, hugging someone else's thigh and not letting them in. If someone wanted to collect debt, he would play the creditor's child, cooperating with his "parents" at the door to stage a scene of "the landlord's family has no surplus grain," which often earned a considerable reward.

He also saw clearly how the moving workers who used violent means did it, so as soon as he was on duty, the boss patted him on the shoulder and asked him if he was very experienced and how many years he had been doing this.

Jason was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, leaned against the truck with a cold face and waited to set off, which made the boss even more satisfied. He liked this kind of person who talked little and could work.

Taking advantage of the night, the fleet set off quickly. This time they went to the villa area on the edge of Queens. Although this place couldn't compare to Manhattan, it was still considered an old-fashioned rich area.

The car quickly drove to the entrance of the target villa. The lights in the other party's house were bright, and it looked like they were well prepared.

Jason and his companions didn't speak either. After getting off the car, they walked into the yard. Two old people immediately rushed out of the house to stop them. Jason didn't even look, continued to step forward, just crossed his arms and didn't touch anyone.

Others were mostly in this posture, just burying their heads and walking in, not touching the people blocking them. The people behind carried the boxes containing furniture in, letting those people hug legs and cry, not even looking at them.

The garage door was pried open directly, and the tow truck team had been waiting outside for a long time. Jason and the others were responsible for standing at the gate to block those who wanted to rush out first.

Cars were big items after all, and still more valuable than many furniture. If they rushed out to block them, they would lose money, or if they touched someone while towing, then this lawsuit would be something to talk about.

Originally everything was safe and sound. When the people in the house saw so many strong men outside, they didn't dare to walk out. Although the male owner of the house hid behind the sofa with a gun, he didn't mean to come out at all.

This was also the main reason why this job had high wages. People who didn't understand heard about breaking into someone else's house and shook their heads repeatedly. After all, the homeowner might have a gun, and if they got hit by one, it would be over.

People who could understand various keys all understood that this situation actually didn't need to fire a gun at all. People who could have a villa wouldn't only have one villa. They guarded here, more to express that this villa was very important to me. You took the house away, then the amount of debt would have to be discussed carefully.

But at this time, the hostess in the house seemed to feel that their resistance wasn't fierce enough, and suddenly rushed out from behind the sofa and rushed to the door.

It would have been fine if she came over alone, but she was holding a baby still in swaddling clothes in her arms, and the baby was crying loudly at this time.

Jason couldn't help but glance over there, and as a result, he found that this child should be having a fever. The little face was flushed red, and the eyes were a bit unable to open.

It was clear that this child wasn't this woman's child, and even this woman might not be the hostess of this house. They were basically props called to act.

But the baby in swaddling clothes couldn't possibly take money to cooperate with the acting no matter what. He might just be this woman's prop, and it looked like he might not live through the night.

A burst of anger suddenly rose in Jason's heart. What on earth was this woman doing? Didn't the owner of this house tell her that this matter was just going through the motions, and no one would be hurt? Why did she have to involve a child's life? Just to get a little more money?!

When this thought appeared, Jason was stunned again, because he remembered a scene from his childhood.

That day his luck wasn't very good. When he was running errands for someone on the street, he encountered heavy rain. Although he immediately found an eave to hide in, he was still drenched. After the rain stopped, he felt his throat a bit sore, his nose a bit blocked, and his body a bit feverish.

But that night he happened to take such a job, to play someone's son to plead with the creditor. By the time he reached the creditor, he already had a high fever, his face was pale, his legs were weak, and he couldn't even stand.

The creditor probably was also afraid that he would die there, didn't say two words before loosening his mouth, and hurriedly sent the two of them away. After it was done, the boss was very happy and even praised Jason for being smart, giving him 10 dollars more on the basis of the agreed price.

In the era of Jason's childhood, 10 dollars wasn't a small amount. For this, he felt relaxed for several days, and even later when he did this job again, he would want to know if he should make himself look more miserable, maybe he could finish faster and earn more.

And compared to a half-grown child who was sick, a baby who was dying and crying all the time could indeed arouse more sympathy and make people afraid to speak or touch.

After all, a half-grown child had his own independent consciousness, and if something really happened, it could be said that he did it himself. But the jury couldn't possibly blame a baby in swaddling clothes. If something happened, someone would definitely have to take the blame.

Today, the boss leading the fleet thought the same way. He looked at the woman with a bad-luck expression, and finally, as if he had eaten a fly, waved his hand at the members of the moving company, signaling them not to go through the main entrance, but to move from the side door.

The size of the side door was limited after all, and many large furniture couldn't be moved out. In the end, they basically only moved some more valuable electrical appliances and small sculptures and hurriedly collected the team.

Jason stood at the door and saw the triumphant expression on the woman's face, knowing that his guess was right. This woman was also a hired actor, and the baby was just a prop sent along.

The anger in his heart could hardly be contained, and the disgust became stronger and stronger. He almost wanted to rush up and punch this woman.

But his teammates got on the car as fast as possible, and the car started immediately. Jason was pulled into the car by the person next to him. After being pulled into the car, he heard his colleagues in the carriage sighing that today's work was really easy.

But it was true, those electrical appliances, no matter how heavy, weren't as heavy as solid wood furniture made of precious wood, and weren't as troublesome as those precious and fragile large sculpture ornaments. Just moving electrical appliances was equivalent to not working and getting money for nothing.

Everyone's face was filled with smiles, and they even had time to joke with the newcomer Jason. Jason felt more and more annoyed, just keeping a straight face and not speaking.

The car sent Jason directly to his so-called residence. Jason got off the car and originally wanted to find a motel to stay in, but he was upset and confused now. After thinking about it, he walked to the Hudson River to blow the wind.

It was almost Christmas now, and New York had just had a snowfall. The cold wind at night was bone-chilling, but it made Jason much clearer.

He suddenly found that over the years, he had changed too much. If it were him as a child, he would probably have been happy with his colleagues, doing easy work and getting enough rewards. What was there to be unhappy about?

Jason lay on the railing by the riverbank, leaned his head out to look at the shadow reflected in the river. Under the dim street lamp light, the face gradually changed before his eyes, becoming more green, and then immature.

"Come on." Jason heard little Jason on the lake say, "You sympathize with that baby? Why don't you sympathize with yourself? So what if his mother isn't good to him? Do you have a mother?"

"What? You say his mother almost killed him? But what's the difference between your mother throwing you in an alley in Gotham and killing you? I think this is even more dangerous!"

"Jason Todd, wasn't our goal from the beginning to survive? As long as we can live, we do anything. It's already very difficult for us to live ourselves. When do you have the leisure to sympathize with others?"

Yeah, Jason thought, since when did he have the leisure to sympathize with others? ===== CHAPTER 2476 =====