Chapter 288: The First Encounter of the Boy's School (Part 2)

At the end of the back alley of Roll-Tail Street in the East District, with a "clatter", the sound of a door bolt opening came from a cellar door. A black-haired boy wearing a red jacket jumped out first, followed by a brown-haired boy wearing glasses.

The boy wearing glasses grabbed the arm of his companion in front, seemingly wanting to stop him from going out. He said: "Hey, Jason, don't be like this. Batman has been hanging around here recently. If you go out to steal things tonight, you will definitely be discovered by him!"

The boy called Jason turned around and said to him: "You were the one who told me that the big tire we pried before couldn't be sold, so I have to go. Otherwise, those younger children in the Roll-Tail Gang will starve!"

The brown-haired boy continued to persuade him, but Jason shook off his hand somewhat impatiently and said to him: "Little Slick, I know you have skills. Several famous gang leaders on Elizabeth Street want to invite you over."

"But we are different. Originally, the location of Roll-Tail Street is not good. We must grab territory to the south to let the members make money. But if they can't eat enough, where do we have the strength to fight?"

Little Slick pushed his glasses and said: "Precisely because of this, I want to stop you, Jason. If you are caught by Batman, then the remaining members will really have no way to live."

Jason grabbed his hair very irritably, but Little Slick pulled him into the cellar. Jason was somewhat at a loss and was pulled in by him.

Walking into the cellar, it was a small workspace with two dilapidated workbenches, on which were placed various tools. Only one toolbox looked relatively new and was placed on a cleaner table.

Very eye-catching was that one of the workbenches had a very large and specially shaped tire, and the center of the tire was also printed with a bat logo.

Little Slick pulled Jason to sit on the chair beside, and said to him: "If you hadn't helped me last time, I would have had my throat cut by those flying car party members. You saved my life, so of course I am willing to help you."

Jason looked very young, but his dress was very mature, and his demeanor and words were exactly the same as those gang members. He spat and said: "The market has been too bad recently. Several younger children in our gang can't collect a cent."

"In order not to let them be beaten, I and several others who are older have to help them, but this is not a way to go on like this."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the tire on the workbench, hammered the wall somewhat angrily, and said: "If only we could sell this thing, is there really no way?"

Little Slick still said unhurriedly: "Don't be anxious yet. When I was in vocational school yesterday, I called several of my classmates to let them come over and see, maybe there will be a way."

Just at this time, a rhythmic stomping sound came from the ceiling. Jason stopped Little Slick who was about to get up and said: "I'll go up and see, don't let it be trouble."

Jason opened the cellar door a small crack, and Little Slick also leaned over. They saw a fat boy who was older stomping his feet. Little Slick opened the cellar door and shouted to him: "Hey! Tire! Over here..."

"Oh, so it's here! I said why did you ask me to come here to stomp yesterday..."

Tire walked into the cellar door. He also saw the bat tire at the first glance. He walked up, widened his eyes and said: "Cool—"

"Wait, is that a bat logo? My God! Did you really do a big job?!"

Tire walked up and knocked hard on the rubber of the Bat-tire. Just then, the sound of hurried stomping came from above again. Little Slick went to open the door, and his voice came from the doorway: "Hey, how did you two come together? Rocket Launcher and Red Truck..."

Just as the two walked in, they saw Tire standing beside the bat tire. Tire waved at them and pointed to the bat tire and said: "Look! The coolest tire I have ever seen, only it is worthy of my name!"

Jason walked up to greet them and said: "Hello, my name is Jason, Jason Todd, the leader of the Roll-Tail Gang. You can call me Jason."

Tire, Rocket, and Red Truck were older than Jason and Little Slick, but they were all in their early teens. This room was actually all children, but their way of communication was very mature.

Red Truck was the first to walk up. He was a black person, bumped fists with Jason just like a black gang member, raised his chin at Jason and said: "I have heard of you. Last time you gave that annoying yellow-eyed guy a hard one with a baseball bat with rivets. I heard that he fell into the hands of someone three years younger than him at the time and didn't believe it, but now it seems that you are indeed a ruthless character..."

Jason wiped his nose and said: "You can't mix around here without some skills."

Little Slick interrupted their pleasantries, knocked on the table and said: "I asked you to come, actually to solve the matter of this tire. As you can see, Jason and I planned to steal the tire of that famous Batman's car..."

Little Slick and Jason looked at each other, while the other three expressions were somewhat curious. The girl named Rocket asked: "How did you do it? My dad told me that Batman is not easy to mess with."

"In fact, it was much simpler than we thought."

"Then, how did you pry this thing off?" Tire asked.

Jason looked at Little Slick. Little Slick spread his hands and said: "It's nothing difficult. If it weren't for the fact that Jason and I were too young to lift more tires, we could have unloaded all four at once, leaving only an empty shell for that rich man..."

Imagining this funny scene, several children laughed. Jason hugged his arms and said: "We successfully stole it back here, but the problem is we can't sell it, because this damn mark is really too obvious!"

Tire waved his hand and said: "What's the matter with this? You are in this business, don't you know? Just spray some paint?"

Red Truck walked to Tire's side and touched it, saying: "I'm afraid not, this thing is a pattern, it's uneven. Even if you spray paint, you can see it. Can't you grind it off?"

"I tried, but my tools now are not good enough. The hardness of this metal is too high. Unless you can get a machine tool, there is definitely no play." Little Slick shook his head and said.

"Then take it apart and sell only the tire rim?" Rocket suggested.

"Actually, I can't take it apart." Little Slick touched his temples, but Tire said somewhat surprised: "You can pry it off, but can't take it apart?"

"Yes, but this is a technical problem, the reason is very complicated. In short, we can't take it apart and sell it individually now."

"This is a bit troublesome." Red Truck touched his chin and said: "I know a few people who play with modified cars, they might like such tires, but you only have one now. At least you have to get two before someone is willing to accept it. Otherwise, you can only hang it behind the car as a decoration. In that case, it won't sell for a high price."

"If you can melt it into bullets, maybe my dad will be interested in this." Rocket continued his words: "This kind of metal looks very hard, making it into a shield might also work."

Little Slick sighed and said: "If I could melt it, would I still need to find you?"

"I know quite a few people my mom knows, but this can't go through her hands."

Tire patted the tire rim on the bat tire again and said: "I also like it very much and really want to buy it home, but my mom is a widow, and I don't want to add unnecessary trouble to her."

Seeing that all three said so, Jason couldn't help but show a trace of disappointment, but Red Truck said: "You can't take this tire apart or grind the pattern on it because of what? Is it purely because your technology is not enough? Or is it a problem with the tools?"

"It seems you know quite a bit about this." Little Slick walked to the workbench and said: "Tools are the most important problem. Look at what we have here? Only rusty wrenches, screwdrivers, and pliers. The only one that is a bit easy to use is this old jack, but unfortunately it's about to break."

"If there were a furnace and a hydraulic press, then things would be easy to handle."

"We can think from this direction. You can even steal Batman's car tire, is it difficult to get a hydraulic press?"

"Of course it's very difficult." Little Slick said affirmatively: "Don't forget, Jason and I are younger than you. It's already not easy for us two to move such a big tire back. Those professional workbenches and big machines, we can't even move them."

"This is simple, as long as you help us write the homework for vocational school, we will help you move!"

Little Slick pushed his glasses and said helplessly: "I'll say it again, our teacher can see the difference in handwriting."

"Then let us copy the answer!"

"Yes! Copy the answer!" Rocket also echoed. This wild-dressed girl wrinkled her nose and complained: "I don't want to write homework at all! But my dad insists on me writing it. He said he can't afford to offend the teacher there. What ghost talk!"

"Then let's do it. However, we still have to plan again. I think there is one person who can help us..."

Little Slick looked at the few people beside him, and several people also looked at each other. Clearly, they thought of the same name.

"Cobblepot!"

"Where is he now?" Rocket asked.

"Oh, I know. Recently, he seems to often go back and forth between the East District and the mental hospital. He should pass by that big street next to us. We'll just wait for him there."

After speaking, several people pushed open the cellar door and ran out one after another, then pushed and shoved toward the big street next to them.

Just at this time, they heard a scream, and then saw a little girl with black hair and blue eyes standing at the entrance of the back alley. Several people stopped their steps. Jason said in surprise: "Why is there a little girl here?"

Little Slick also narrowed his eyes and said: "Looking at her clothes and dress, she shouldn't be a child from the East District, but looks like a child of those rich people in the South District."

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Rocket ran over first, and several people followed her and ran over. Rocket supported the little girl's shoulder and said: "Who are you? Why are you here? Where are your mom and dad?"

"Wah!!!"

The little girl screamed. Several people saw the fangs in her mouth and backed away in fright. Jason said: "... Could it be that her parents abandoned her here?"

"Not necessarily. Look at the necklace on her neck, it seems to be made of gems. If they really wanted to abandon her, there's no need to give her such an expensive necklace..."

Jason walked up somewhat hesitantly. He saw that although this little girl had a mouth of fangs and her eyes looked a bit strange, she didn't mean to bite people. He touched her head, looked left and right, and said: "We have to take her away from here. If those gang members patrol over, this little girl will be in danger."

"Really? In case her parents come looking for her, you might get into trouble. Those rich people are best at biting back!"

Jason didn't refute him, just pulled the necklace on the little girl's neck off, then stuffed it into his pocket, and said: "If they come to find me, I'll leave the child in place and let them take her away. This necklace will be my reward. Anyway, I definitely won't lose."

As he spoke, he somewhat laboriously picked up the little girl. Rocket took the little girl from his hand and said: "I'll do it. Let's go back to your base first, and then when we go to find Cobblepot, see if there are any people who look like her parents nearby."

Just as they were walking back and were about to return to that underground base, a crisp whip sound rang out. Everyone dodged back, and a slender black figure appeared at the end of the street.

Jason, hiding behind the building, widened his eyes and said: "Black Cat! It's Black Cat! How could she be here? Isn't she only out at night?"

"Who is Black Cat?" Little Slick asked him.

"The head of the four great flying thieves in the East District, a very powerful thief who has stolen through almost all the jewelry stores in Gotham."

"This little friend, thank you for praising me, but I still want to say, put down the little girl you are holding."

Catwoman swung her whip again, scaring several people to retreat one after another.

"She is your daughter? No! Not right! I heard you are also from the East District, how could you have such a richly dressed daughter? You shouldn't..."

Jason waved his hand back and said to Rocket: "Don't put her down, Black Cat might be a human trafficker!" ===== CHAPTER 289 =====