Chapter 837

The children of the Tail-End Gang, carrying all kinds of packages and pulling all kinds of boxes, left here along the street corner.

Fortunately, the wasteland behind the warehouse was not included in the scope of renovation. There was still a small forest on the edge here, and they could only make do for one night here.

Just after arriving at the forest next to the wasteland, Jason saw another team of children coming here. The children of the Tail-End Gang who had just settled down immediately became vigilant. The two biggest children touched their guns, and the team opposite was also a bit surprised.

"Jason?? Why are you here too? You were also driven out?!" A black boy who looked quite tall walked out and said: "Aren't you the Tail-End Gang, the most powerful children's gang on that street?"

His tone didn't carry mockery, only surprise, because this children's gang in front of him only had about a dozen children, the number was relatively small, and they were also relatively thin, belonging to the kind of children's gang ranked at the bottom.

"Yoan, were you driven out too?" Jason walked forward and said: "If I'm not mistaken, the Birch Gang there should also have been driven away. They had two motorcycles before..."

The black boy named Yoan nodded and said: "That's right, we were all expelled. It is said that it seems to be some resettlement project..."

He shook his head again and said: "We occupied the quota, but the gang members didn't want us to live there. They could rent out the empty houses and collect expensive rent, so they didn't have to do anything and could earn money."

Jason glanced at the children behind him and said to Yoan: "You guys come over first. We plan to set up tents here. If we gather together, our self-protection ability will also be stronger."

Yoan didn't say much either. Originally, his gang was very weak. Now being able to hug Jason's thigh could be considered good luck. After all, everyone knew that Jason was the most flexible child king here.

Other children went to set up tents, but Jason pulled Yoan and the Six-Fingered Big Sister to the wasteland outside the forest. Jason looked left and right and said: "This won't work. We will definitely die outside."

The black Yoan was about to say something, but Jason said: "This is just the first phase of the project. The second phase of the project may cover most of the East End, and the third phase of the project may complete the renovation of the East End together with the wharf area. By then, where are we going?"

"The security guards in the South District and West District won't let us in at all, and the North District doesn't even need to be mentioned. Those are all big gang bosses. Then where else can we go? Into the sea?"

"And young children must have a stable life. They get hungry very quickly. If we don't have a stable base, we can't work. If we don't work, they won't have food. They will starve to death, and if they starve to death, we will be even weaker..."

"But what else can we do?" Yoan raised his voice and said: "The gangs definitely won't let us go back. As long as one more person goes back, it will occupy a room, which will make them lose forty or fifty dollars in income every month. That is forty or fifty dollars..."

Jason took a deep breath and said: "There is one more way."

"What way?" the Six-Fingered Big Sister asked. She seemed to have some premonition.

Jason turned his head and looked at the children who were setting up tents. Although sadness flowed on their faces, there was no despair. In fact, they had experienced similar things many times.

The Tail-End Gang was not born in this block, but transferred to this block after Jason took over. The gang on the street where they originally lived was very brutal. Jason tried his best to lead them to escape.

The street where they settled later was too poor, and they couldn't find any work at all, unable to support the members of the gang. After several twists and turns, they came here, stood firm, and became one of the best children's gangs here in just one year.

Although they felt very sad, they still had hope. After all, Jason was still there and would lead them to find a new home.

But Jason knew they wouldn't have a new home.

Once the news in the newspaper came out, all the gangs saw the situation clearly. The fewer people in their street block, the better. Fewer people meant more empty rooms, which meant there might be more rent.

Jason felt fear. He didn't understand who formulated this rule, because he discovered that this was actually digging the roots of the gangs.

The fewer people, the more resources allocated. Do they think they will unite? Give everyone fairness? No, they won't. The more they want to occupy, the more they must make the people here fewer.

They won't think that without the children's gang, there will be no fresh blood, no bottom-level members, and force will become a problem. Without middle-level members, finance might become a problem. And without other top-level members, the gang structure will fall apart.

They will only think that one less person means one more room, one more income. Ten fewer people means ten more incomes. If all the rooms are their own, then moving into the wealthy area is just around the corner.

Jason discovered that someone stabbed the gang, but gave them a dose of anesthetic. They only saw luxurious houses, convenient transportation, rent rising every day, and land prices rising every day.

And they didn't see that those who were driven away by them were their future.

But Jason saw these. He understood that if the humiliations and exploitation in the past could be endured, then under today's circumstances, there was no room for any concession.

Capital will eat up everyone who goes with the flow, drive them out of the land where they were born, and make them lose their homes, property, and everything.

And those who possess all this will not feel ashamed for this, will not pity anyone, and only feel that all this is justified.

It seems that they can still wander, still set off to find a new home, but in fact, they have nowhere to go and no way to retreat.

The gangs here will drive them out and occupy more houses. The gangs in other places will also do the same. In the end, the streets will be given to vendors to earn money, the houses will be given to gangs to rent out, work will be given to those with stable residences, and food will be given to those with money.

They will eventually lose everything, and who can they blame?

By then, they can only blame themselves, blame themselves for having no money, no work, no house, blame themselves for not working hard, blame themselves for lacking talent.

People who haven't read those books and haven't understood this truth can only repeat these words and walk toward the grave.

But Jason doesn't accept such a fate, and he doesn't want these children to accept such a fate.

But now, it's too late to read books, and they don't have so much leeway to accept education. Or rather, Jason thought of a sentence Schiller once told him: it's still not too late to receive education in practice.

"What do you want to do?" the Six-Fingered Big Sister asked. She said: "Don't do stupid things. My wound was actually caused by the gang members on the street of my boyfriend. He abandoned me and didn't want to help me, and I don't want to rely on him..."

"Yes, we shouldn't rely on anyone. Don't expect them to pity us for any reason." Jason's tone became calmer and calmer. He looked at Yoan and the Six-Fingered Big Sister and said:

"The things we want, we should take them ourselves."

When night fell, the starry sky became deeper. Today Cat Getan rarely didn't rain. I don't know if the storm of the past few days took away the rain clouds, or left a quiet background for the cries of some weak creatures.

On the roof of a low building, in a leather sofa, the gang boss in a suit and leather shoes was looking at the newspaper. He took a puff of the cigar in his hand and said: "Those kids were all driven away, right? How many of them were there?"

"There were 26 in total, Boss. 26 rooms were provided."

The gang boss smiled and said: "Thanks to this group of little bastards, they sucked my blood for so long, and finally got out. They also left me quite a few rewards."

"Look at the bustling scene of the Living Hell now. Houses in such places are not worried about being rented out at all. At that time, 10 dollars is the base price. I have already agreed with the boss of the street on the west side. Our two streets will raise the price together. I'm not afraid that the third street won't follow..."

The gang members hurried forward to flatter him. They were actually just a small gang, with only a dozen people, and their monthly income was no more than two or three hundred dollars. But if the renovation was completed, they could have more than 1,000 dollars just by relying on rent. Perhaps his salary could also rise.

"By the way." The gang boss waved his finger and said: "Since there will be rental income in the future, the line running to the wharf is no longer needed. Repairing cars is a bottomless pit, and why is it so troublesome?"

"Who is responsible for this line? Let him get out. But I will take out half of his salary and divide it equally among you..."

"Also, I heard that the security of the Living Hell is managed by big gangs. Since this is the case, cut half of the four people who guarded the door for us..."

The members in the room looked at each other and could only echo: "Indeed, I heard that the small gangs in the Living Hell don't need so many people. If there are fewer people, there won't be so much trouble..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a commotion downstairs. The gang boss's face sank. Several members hurried out of the room to check what was going on downstairs.

Soon, only the boss was left in the room. And at this time, there was a movement on the balcony. The gang boss cautiously took out his pistol. The person who came was the Six-Fingered Big Sister.

"Don't shoot! Boss, I have something to tell you!" The Six-Fingered Big Sister appeared very anxious. She said: "Something happened to the gang next door. I'm here to pass the news to you. It's about the resettlement project. It's urgent!"

Seeing that it was a little girl, with a bandage on her arm, and she seemed to have met on the street, and she said there was an urgent matter, the boss's vigilance relaxed by half. He said: "What's the matter? What made you run over in such a hurry?"

The Six-Fingered Big Sister looked left and right, lowered her voice, and said: "When we left this street today, we happened to pass by the gang's site next door and heard a finance person there say that there was a change in the resettlement housing..."

The gang boss immediately frowned and said: "A change? What change?"

But at this time, the Six-Fingered Big Sister twisted and said: "Boss, you drove us away, and we have nowhere to live. The children can't eat. We urgently need a sum of money now..."

The gang boss sneered and said: "You still want to bargain with me? You group of little bastards sucked our blood for several years. We only let you get out now, which is already merciful enough!"

"I know, you fantasize about having your own house, but I tell you, you are completely daydreaming. All the houses here are mine. Starve to death, freeze to death? Who cares about you! Dying early is better, annoying bastards!"

The Six-Fingered Big Sister's face gradually cooled down. She said: "We worked for you for more than a year and passed countless news to you. If it weren't for Jason, could you have gotten the line running to the wharf?"

"Jason?" The gang boss sat back in the chair mockingly, loaded his pistol, and then said: "That little brat thinks he is smart, but now isn't he driven away? He really thinks he can become some big shot and live in a big house? Dream on!"

"You group of bugs from the bottom, don't ever think about having a house to live in. Being hungry every day can make you cause me less trouble. If I let you eat and dress warmly, how can I mix?"

The Six-Fingered Big Sister looked at him silently, which made the gang boss feel a bit surprised, because he discovered that the look the little girl opposite gave him was as if looking at a dead person.

The gang boss just wanted to stand up, but he felt a shadow descending on his head from behind. A rope crossed his face and strangled his neck tightly.

Appearing in the shadow was Jason's cold expression.

His face was very calm, without saying a word, but the hand grabbing the umbrella strap had blue veins bulging.

The gang boss kept picking at his neck, kicking his legs, and waving his limbs, but soon, his eyeballs bulged out, his tongue stuck out, and his chest gradually stopped rising and falling. The Six-Fingered Big Sister covered her mouth with her hands.

Jason gripped the umbrella strap tightly, not letting go for a moment. At this moment, the passing of life could not move him in the slightest. He carried the crime of killing for the first time and was no longer innocent.

Killing is against the law in normal society, and children's gangs cannot resist in gang rules. But when this rope strangled into the flesh of the gang boss, and even almost broke his cervical spine, the strength Jason exerted, he didn't want to let go for a moment, making him understand that he should do this, he had always wanted to do this.

The knuckles loosened slightly, the umbrella strap fell to the ground, and the sound of the buckle hitting the floor was very crisp and deafening.

With a "bang," the night rain of Cat Getan finally came. In the low building, in an inconspicuous window, the light shone on the red hood, just like the sunset of Cat Getan.

"Why do you want to wear this hood?" the Six-Fingered Big Sister asked.

And Jason's answer, through the glass, pierced into the rainy night of Cat Getan, like the late thunder of late spring.

"Because, I like the color of the hood."