Night Hacker

   Chapter 113 The future is in your hands

   "The one hundred dollars I didn't pick up, I earned it back."

  The night was hazy with neon lights, the streets of Shouhui Street were bustling as usual, and a group of street children walked through the crowd.

   At the end of the day, Xingtong has already exchanged the hundred yuan for food, and if he does not spend it, he will be in danger of being robbed. Someone had actually picked up the money before, but when the news leaked, it was robbed by another group of older kids.

  100 yuan was enough for her to eat for a few days, but she also fed the other three friends, and they were all gone in a day.

   "Is there still money to be made tomorrow?" asked a little boy named Fat Mi. He didn't eat much, but he grew fat.

   "Do 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 smart mind. The boss is not particularly willing to accept her. "I can't be the master of this. I have a portion to eat, and I will give you a share."

   The little girl of the same age called Moriko nibbled the bread and nodded, "I earn money and I also share it, we are friends."

   They were a group of four children and had been together for a while.

  No one can tell where they came from, and they don’t know the place well. Just one day, Dad died, Mom died, or disappeared, or never saw it, and so on.

   "Is your boss good?" Fat Mi asked.

They were fat and thin, and they were all too small. At the same time as they passed through the crowd, they were almost bumped by several muscular men from the game gang, and a muscular man scolded: "Little devil, long eyes, believe it or not, put you all together. Punch to death."

   The four ignored them and ran away quickly.

   "It's amazing, of course it's amazing!" Xingtong replied, not telling a lie: "The boss of the game gang has to help move things at my boss's place. I saw it with my own eyes."

   That day she really saw the two big sisters on the street outside the apartment building where the eldest lived.

   One of them is the bone-blooded girl today, the other one I haven't seen today, but there is another one who is more beautiful today.

   "Eyeliner!" Xingtong was a little proud, the bone-blooded sister said so.

  She is not an ordinary street rat anymore, she has a boss and an identity...

   "What is that?" Fat Mi scratched his head stupidly, Moriko just laughed, and Mike continued to urge Xingtong to introduce him to her boss, "We can form a gang!"

   "It's said that it can't be done now." Xingtong said again, "Go faster, it's gone if you slow down!"

   She ran towards a small alley, and several other children followed quickly.

   When they got close to the alley, they saw that there was already a pile of new garbage at the alley, so they rushed to rummage. The passers-by who passed by avoided a little, and the cigarette butts that the call girl wanted to throw into the garbage heap were thrown into the sewer on the other side.

   The four of them were not looking for food, but something of value.

  Some older children told them that to survive on the streets, they must know how to pick up garbage.

   There is a residential building next to this street and alley, and residents often throw out debris, which is a popular place to pick up garbage. But older kids like squat clubs, capsule hotels, and shopping malls, where there's more good stuff out there.

   But it's not their turn to pick it up, they are lucky if they can grab it at this alley.

   "Ah!" Xingtong really had a great luck today. He just opened an unbundled black plastic garbage bag, and saw a pair of white adult women's sports shoes in addition to some household garbage.

   She hurriedly grabbed her boots and lifted them out, almost hugging them in her arms.

  I saw that the shoes were not tattered, just a little old and stained with some garbage, but she patted and wiped them, and they were just like new. The laces were still there, and the soles had faint glitter.

   "Wow, these shoes." Fat Mi, Mike, and Moriko are also happy, and they can be worth more than ten yuan to sell to the junkie.

  Xingtong looked at it but really liked it, and immediately took off the little broken slippers he was wearing and tried to put on these sneakers.

   But the shoes are too big for her, and her feet are not enough to wear them, it looks funny to step on them, and several children are happy.

   "Haha." Xingtong was also amused, and dragged these big shoes for a few steps, like a juggler on the street.

   She wanted to find a hole in the wall to put these shoes, instead of selling them for ten yuan, she wanted to wear them when she grew up.

  Suddenly, at one end of the main street, a police car honked.

  The harsh noise drowned out the music from the shops on both sides of the street, and also stopped the noisy human voices.

  People on the road avoided one after another, only to see a convoy of the Metropolitan Police Department approaching.

Several ferocious mechanical motorcycles drove the road ahead. The female and male policemen in the cars were all dressed in semi-armored uniforms, followed by several police cars and transport vehicles, all equipped with machine guns and emblazoned with the words "MPA". .

   There is also the LOGO of the Secret Service of the Crime Prevention and Patrol Department. These people are not here because of any case.

  Anti-criminal patrol means that even if no one commits a crime, they will arrest people everywhere.

   The headlights of the mechanical motorcycles swept the surroundings, sweeping across several groups of street children on both sides of the street.

   "Little devils, hurry up!" Someone suddenly shouted on the street, "The Metropolitan Police Department is here to arrest people! Hurry up, or you are finished!" Suddenly, the street was rumbling, and passersby exclaimed.

  Sometimes this kind of thing happens. There are too many street rats and street dogs, or wherever there is a shortage of people in factories, the Metropolitan Police Department will clean up a wave.

   In the past few days, the Metropolitan Police Department has been cleaning Kabukicho in order to make the area around the audition site for the streamer city's talent show cleaner, as if the years are going well. This has caused dissatisfaction on the streets.

   At this time, the street children scattered like a flock of panicked mice, fleeing towards the small streets and alleys.

  At the same time, some passers-by deliberately blocked the special police officers who got off the transport vehicle to buy time for the mice.

   But these anti-criminal special service dogs have always been rough, holding batons and wearing small submachine guns.

   "We are taking home 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, "Don't be afraid, children, we are the police."

   "Go!" However, people's shouts continued one after another in the streets.

Xingtong hurriedly jumped away from the big shoes, grabbed the pair of shoes in his hand, and didn't have time to put on the pair of broken slippers, he ran into the alley with bare feet, looked back, and called his companions, "Go!"

   She didn't know why she ran, but as long as she could remember, everyone said that she had to run in such a situation.

   Big kids say it, everyone on the street says it.

   Can't be caught by those people, those are the **** of the bank...

   "Fat rice! Moriko!" Xingtong couldn't help shouting at this moment, and his footsteps didn't stop.

She saw two stunned and slow companions being caught by tall, half-armored uniformed police officers. They couldn't move. They were like mice covered in nets. They could only be carried and thrown into a car. in the transporter.

  Mike ran faster, but not as fast as her, and was quickly grabbed by a policeman's robotic arm.

  Xingtong was even more confused, but he continued to run away from the hustle and bustle on the street.

Her bare feet were constantly being stabbed by the sand, gravel, and some **** on the floor of the alley, and she almost turned her feet, but she didn't stop, and rushed across the alley to the other side, only to see that the street was also alarming. Loud.

  Xingtong looked left and right, then hugged his sneakers again, ran barefoot in one direction.

  The streets were chaotic everywhere. Some gang members and homeless people who were blocking them were beaten down by batons and were also caught in the car.

   The night rain started to fall, wetting people's faces and obscuring the light of neon signs on the street.

  The rain also fell on the big warehouse of the wrestling gang. The canopy was opened above the warehouse, allowing the rain to fall on the ring and the auditorium.

   It was another barbed wire electric blasting death fight. The street dog spectators surrounding the ring shouted excitedly. The four wrestlers were at a stalemate.

  The sound of rock music is also playing, and the high-pitched singing of the boxer seems to be still wandering here:

   I have some good looks here, I promise you a great night.

   This world is in turmoil, and people are uneasy. Fried rice with shrimp is **** fragrant!

  …

Mike, Fatmi, and Moriko were all caught by the Secret Service police into the same transport vehicle. There were dozens of street children crowded in the not-so-spacious back compartment. The dirty clothes and hair made the air that was difficult to circulate stinky. of.

   The iron plate of the carriage has no windows, so they can't see what's going on outside, and can only vaguely hear chaotic noises.

   As time passed, the number of street rats caught in the car continued to increase, so crowded that everyone could not turn around.

   Everyone looked at each other, but they didn't say much, and some children were sobbing.

   "What should we do..." Moriko asked fearfully, never the one who made up his mind.

   "Let's slip when we have the chance..." Mike looked at the children around him, "The star child ran away, someone can run away."

   "I think they are the police." Fat Mi scratched his head, "Let's go to the orphanage, can we eat enough?"

   The three muttered a few words, but no one could tell, and gradually became silent.

   No police came to speak to them again, and after a while, the hauler moved and the convoy drove off the street.

   Dozens of children were crammed into the small carriage like this, messy, bumpy, some people cried all the time, and some people fell asleep. The convoy drove for a while and stopped for a while, not knowing how far it had traveled.

  When Mike and the others were driven out of the car, they came down between a factory building. Although the sky was gloomy, it was already daytime.

   There were several police transport vehicles of the same style around, and groups of stray children, men and women, large and small, were also driven down from the cars. They looked around at the surrounding factory buildings.

   There were large trucks on the road, and some adults in blue uniforms hurried past without even looking at them.

   Mike knows a few words, learn a little from this, learn a little from that.

   At this time, he saw "Kabukicho" graffiti on a passing truck. Is it still in Kabukicho?

   "Isn't it going to the orphanage..." Fat Mi muttered blankly, "Can I have enough to eat here..."

   The large group of children was immediately driven by a team of blue-clothed factory adults to an iron shed warehouse.

The police officers before    have disappeared, but these factory adults are also holding batons with serious expressions. The middle-aged man who led the team looked at these ignorant street rats and said solemnly:

   "This is the orphanage. The orphanage doesn't support people for nothing. You have to work here and support yourself."

  Mike could only follow the group and could not find a chance to escape.

The street rats were driven into a team of men and women, and they entered a different warehouse. They all took off their dirty clothes, washed their bodies with water cannons, and then put on a small blue factory suit. uniform.

   Immediately afterwards, the two teams reunited and were driven to a large workshop nearby, with constant clinking.

   Mike looked around at the mechanical workbenches, and there were many things he couldn't name.

  The middle-aged man who led the team said that they would learn how to work here first, and then go into production. They are all very simple assembly line tasks, even if you are mentally retarded, you can learn it a few times.

  Mike, Fat Mi and Moriko, as well as other children, silently watched the teachings of several masters and the demonstrations of the older children who had been working in the orphanage for a while.

   is all about how to put some established electronic accessories from here on the mechanical workbench to here, and in just a few steps, they are assembled into a TV set.

  In this workshop, only one assembly line is used for teaching, and the other assembly lines are in production.

   Next to each workbench sits a blue-clothed child laborer, with their heads bowed, their childish but rough hands constantly repeating the fitting operation, and their faces are expressionless.

   On the iron shed walls around the workshop, there are several lines of eye-catching slogans painted everywhere:

  【ちゃんと働く, は君の手にある

  WORKHARD, THEFUTUREISINYOURHANDS

   Work hard, the future is in your hands]

   (end of this chapter)