Chapter 816: Red Hood (Part 7)

(This paragraph may have relatively frequent shot switching, motion sickness caution, I have warned you!)

"What surprises me is the new generation of this city. They are far from as chaotic and fierce as they look on the surface. Beneath their fierce appearance, there is a calm, cool, and far-sighted heart. This will be the future of Cat Getan."

"Their actions shocked me very much, and all of this has to start from the storm that arrived that night..."

The tip of the fountain pen lifted. Bruce gently touched the side of the fountain pen with his finger. He raised his head to look at the heavy rain outside the wooden curtains. Raindrops hit the glass, leaving dense water droplets.

Water droplets slid down and disappeared at the bottom of the windowsill. On the table, under the illumination of the dim yellow desk lamp, the tooth marks of the calendar being torn off were clearly visible. A circle was drawn on the date number, and a few words were written: "Two days left until the exam."

Seeing this date, Bruce looked at the progress of the article in his hand. He knew he should speed up.

The rain outside the window reminded him of the day the storm came when he first started the exam in the child gang.

Cat Getan's heavy rain not only sent a good night's sleep to the residents of the rich area but also brought a disaster to the children struggling in the streets and alleys.

"It never rains but it pours"—this sentence is not just an idiom. A leaking house is a very terrifying thing for children, because everyone knows that a cold is the most terrible terminal illness, and a fever is a death sentence.

Therefore, after discovering that the originally safe base was leaking, the first emotion that invaded here was panic.

"Don't be like this! Stop shouting!" Bruce shouted: "Stay calm! As long as we patch the leaking places during the day, it won't leak at night!"

"What do you know, outsider? We have to drain the rainwater outside first. Let's go out and find the water pipe..."

"No, we have to go upstairs first and let them check their drainage facilities. The problem must be there!"

"But if the water on the street is not drained, it will still leak if it rains tonight. We should go find those adults..."

"But the mafia won't listen to us. They will only prioritize draining the water at their front door and won't come to manage us. We have to find a way ourselves!"

"Today I also promised someone to deliver things. I have to go over quickly!"

"You can't go. Don't you want our home?"

"But if we don't earn money, do we all have to go hungry?"

The messy dialogue filled the room. Some children were proposing solutions, some children were refuting solutions, some children wanted to go out, some children wanted to stop them, small children felt fear, big children were comforting them. The whole scene was in a mess, and Bruce didn't know where to start for a while.

He wanted to reason with these children, but no one listened. He wanted to propose a solution, but many people felt he didn't understand anything. He wanted to comfort their emotions, but Batman really didn't know how to comfort people.

Bruce knew very clearly that if the water in the house couldn't be scooped out when the temperature was highest, and then the leaking places couldn't be patched, then once night fell and the temperature dropped, the work would be even harder to do.

These healthy children might catch a cold and fever, and if Jason, who was already injured, caught a cold again, he might die.

Bruce took a deep breath, looked around, found an iron bucket, picked up a wooden stick from the side, and hit the bucket hard.

"Bang! Bang bang bang!"

Several loud noises with vibration sounded. All the children looked at him. Bruce let out a long breath and said: "I am an adult, you are children, listen to me!"

Whispering sounded again below. Bruce had to point to the child who made the sound with that wooden stick and said: "If you have any opinions, come over..."

Looking at the wooden stick in his hand, the child muttered, cursed a dirty word in a low voice, but didn't make a sound again.

The anxiety in Bruce's heart urged him to solve this matter quickly, so he didn't pay much attention to the wording and appeared exceptionally straightforward. He said: "Now, everyone divide into three groups: ground group, indoor group, and normal life group..."

"The ground group is composed of older children to check the drainage pipes on the ground and communicate with the mafia. You, you... and you, you look relatively strong, divide into the ground group..."

"The indoor group takes water buckets to scoop out the water leaking into the house, and then patch the leaking places..."

"Everyone who has work to do today is divided into the normal life group to earn money to buy food..."

"Okay, now, start working!"

Bruce hit the bucket hard twice more. All the children looked at each other.

They also knew that Jason was injured and needed rest. If he couldn't recover well, the consequences would be even more serious. Since he let this freak temporarily lead the gang, it meant he was still worth trusting. Since that's the case, let's work.

Finally, everyone was moved. Bruce let out a sigh of relief, but before two minutes passed, the problem appeared.

The children of the indoor group came back to report that there were no water buckets. Bruce found that there were plastic gasoline buckets in the warehouse room next door, so he let them use these instead of water buckets.

However, the opening of the plastic gasoline bucket was too small, making it very inconvenient to pour water. Bruce wanted to cut it open so that the upper and lower parts would become two containers with larger openings.

But the problem was that there were no tools to cut it open. The daggers picked up from the warehouse were okay for stabbing people, but had no cutting ability. It just so happened that the quality of these gasoline buckets picked up was quite good, and they couldn't be cut open after half a day.

Finally, Bruce found a rusty axe and split the gasoline bucket open. Only then was the container problem solved.

Not long after, the ground group came back to report that the mafia was indeed only taking care of their front door and didn't care about the inside of the street at all. The drainage facilities were overloaded, and there was no hope for dredging.

Since that's the case, they could only seal every place that might leak in the basement and turn this place into a can isolated from rainwater.

But sealing materials became a problem. Paper shells and wooden boards couldn't achieve good sealing, and the door cracks and steps were all water leaking in.

Bruce didn't dare to walk away to get materials. After all, although these children were strong on the surface, their hearts must be worried. Jason was injured, and he left again. These children would definitely be as chaotic as headless flies.

Bruce walked up to check the basement door and found that there were no conditions for sealing here at all. Moreover, there were two corners in the basement leaking water. If there were no professional waterproof materials, the water leaking in tonight would be enough to submerge the instep.

Bruce thought for a while and made the wisest choice. He said: "Leave here, go out and find another place to take shelter."

"No!" Big Sister Six-Fingers raised an objection first. She said: "This is our home, we can't give up here."

"It's not giving up here." Bruce said calmly: "It's just encountering some accidental disasters and needing to find a place with higher terrain to avoid danger. After staying for one night, we will come back."

"But..." Big Sister Six-Fingers still frowned and said: "Where is there any place with higher terrain here? Even if there is, it must have been occupied by other mafia long ago. We can't grab it from those big mafia."

After speaking, she looked around. After the children who could go out to work left, the remaining children here were very thin and very young. Don't talk about grabbing territory, even scolding the street, they couldn't be counted on.

"Before I came over, I saw a wasteland behind the street. The terrain is high, there is a hillside, and it can drain water. It should be able to avoid danger there..." Bruce pondered for a while and said: "The soil quality under Cat Getan is very suitable for drainage. If we can build a temporary camp there, we should be able to survive tonight."

"Oh!" Big Sister Six-Fingers suddenly exclaimed and said: "

"That's right, we can go there, and we have a natural camp!"

Everyone looked at her one after another. Big Sister Six-Fingers said: "Remember the truck we brought back before? It's parked near there. As long as we build a canopy for the carriage, we can make do there for one night and come back to clean up tomorrow during the day."

Bruce's eyes lit up, and he asked: "You got a truck, does it have an engine?"

"Yes, but it's broken. It hasn't been fixed yet. And that car is broken very badly. We let Little Slippery come over once before. He fixed it for a long time but didn't fix it completely. I'm afraid it's very difficult to drive out..."

Bruce nodded and said: "Okay, the urgent matter now is to find a place to stay. I'll go to the truck to see first. If possible, you find a few people to carry Jason, and we will transfer there first."

A few older children nodded. Bruce walked out of the cellar door first. Although he didn't bring any equipment this time, he was wearing a set of clothes with stronger practicality. The boots were absolutely waterproof and very warm, and the coat could also be used as a raincoat.

It was still raining outside, and just as those children said, the whole street was full of water. Bruce waded through various puddles wearing boots, feeling his feet a bit cold.

Bruce looked into the distance and could see some mafia members cleaning up the intersection. They couldn't take care of this place. After all, there were more potholes on the avenue where they were, and the water accumulation was more serious. Moreover, the building they were in was relatively old, and many places were cold and wet, so they had to be busy patching.

Bruce didn't see members of other child gangs, but he saw a top window of a basement, where a small hand stretched out, holding half a water bottle, and was scooping water out.

It seems that the situation of most child gangs is about the same. After all, everyone's base is underground, and this is an old residential area, so leaking is hard to avoid.

Bruce went around to the back of the building, saw the wasteland, and also saw the truck, and then he found that the truck looked a bit familiar.

Isn't this the one he abandoned before???

"When I saw that truck, I felt very surprised. Before, I never believed in fate and opportunity, but some things are indeed so coincidental. That only precious relic left by the failed truck driver career became the Noah's Ark for me to cross the extinction flood..."

In the study of the manor, Bruce moved his somewhat stiff neck and continued to write:

"During this period of life, I was surprised to find that my positive emotions became more, and I would even feel surprised for finding a broken truck."

"At first, I didn't know if this was a good thing, but I heard the children's cheers, they were really very happy..."

"And this rainy night adventure has just begun..." ===== CHAPTER 817 =====