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Chapter 157, Section 54: Reasons for Not Losing

Chapter 157, Section 54: Reasons for Not Losing

The school bus crawled along the tracks, swaying as it climbed to the highest point. Just as it was about to plunge off the tracks after crossing the ramp, Qin Wei pulled the speed limiter in time.

This is the path to survival the Joker has set for the game.

Every game should have a way out, even if that way is full of thorns.

The school bus's downward momentum abruptly halted, but it didn't stop completely. The brake pads rubbed against the tracks, and brilliant sparks burst forth like running fireworks, leaving a trail in its wake amidst the children's terrified screams.

After a short run-up, Qin Wei tucked in his abdomen and jumped, stretching his legs forward as he leaped out of the control room. As he fell from the cliff, he launched a grappling hook to grab onto the stalactites at the top of the cave. Using the rope, he swung over a distance of 300 feet (about 100 meters) before crashing heavily onto the back of the school bus.

Having played Batman and now making a cameo as Spider-Man, Qin Wei strongly suspects that the Joker wants to split him in two and send a copy to the Queens film set next door.

But don't assume that slowing down the school bus will make you safe.

Climbing onto the back of the car and peering inside, he realized the situation was far more complicated than he had imagined.

Many children unbuckled their seatbelts to save their lives, which caused them to be thrown to the back of the school bus as it climbed the hill. Now the bus is about to flip 180 degrees – they are about to fall from the back to the front.

This is a common orange-yellow Class A (small) school bus in the United States, about 16 feet long. Falling from one end to the other is equivalent to falling from the second floor. It may not be a big deal for an adult, but it is a different story for a child.

Moreover, the car's windshield already showed signs of cracking.

"Scatter! Hold onto your seats!!" Qin Wei shouted.

He didn't have time to care whether the kids heard him or not. He bent his arm and smashed down, shattering the rear window with an elbow strike, and then flipped into the carriage amidst the shards of glass.

At the same time, the brake pads lost out in the struggle between the motor and potential energy, and with a crisp snap, the school bus slid down the track amidst violent shaking.

Before the crisis hit, the kids had already obediently clung to their seats, but two children were still thrown from their hands by the sudden, violent shaking.

A scream erupted inside the train carriage during the foggy time.

In that critical moment, Qin Wei disregarded everything else and jumped down from the seat.

As he plummeted, he grabbed the first child's hand in mid-air and pulled him into his arms. But the second boy wasn't so lucky; he crashed heavily into the windshield and was knocked unconscious from the impact to the back of his head.

To make matters worse, as expected, the windshield was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Qin Wei, still falling, had not given up. He was determined to fight Death for the ownership of this wisp of soul.

If they can grab the boy, the grappling hook can help them escape death.

But not every scene has a perfect ending. Just as Qin Wei's finger was about to touch the boy's finger, the glass, unable to bear the weight, shattered.

The Creation of Adam was torn apart, when God's finger no longer touched humanity.

Qin Wei's suddenly dilated, deep brown pupils reflected the falling figure. Lost in a bullet-time-like state of consciousness for some unknown reason, he experienced a profound sense of powerlessness. In that instant, he even fantasized about how wonderful it would be if he were Flashy Flash or Superman.

In this way, his racing thoughts would no longer be trapped in this powerless body.

But then he thought about it again and realized that he had already done a good job and shouldn't be too demanding.

This isn't a comic book; he doesn't have the ability to save everyone, just like Johnny, just like Harvey, and just like the boy falling right before his eyes.

But the Bruce in his mind was relentlessly bombarding him with those familiar platitudes.

"Understand me, be me, transcend me, and save Gotham, save the poor people."

"Shut up, I'm doing it! But I'm fucking doing my best!"

"But Batman always wins, not because he's Batman, but simply because he can't afford to lose."

This time, the voice in my head had something new; it sounded like a blues voice, but the tone was hoarser than the first sentence.

Unfortunately, this is a pointless statement.

"Hearing your words is like hearing a whole new set of words!" Qin Wei sneered. He believed that no one understood Batman better than him, especially in this universe that had been thrown into chaos by Bruce's death.

"You're far from putting yourself in a desperate situation. Think about why you did this, and what your reasons are for not being able to lose."

To be fair, Qin Wei had never risked his life for anyone like this before. He believed that selfishness was ingrained in his blood, which was perhaps the fundamental reason why he was unwilling to shoulder the mission of the bat.

He didn't feel he could meet anyone's expectations.

He himself couldn't say exactly when his mindset changed, but he was certain that the six months he spent living in the gang and its settlement must have given him a lot of inspiration.

He would drink and play cards with thugs and robbers, tilting his head to listen to their stories, hearing the heartbreaking tales spilled from their drunken mouths.

He would tear off half a loaf of bread and share it with the scavengers under the bridge, listening to them rant about their children who had kicked them out of their homes just to bring their sexual partners home for fun.

He also once handed out umbrellas to people with nowhere to shelter from the rain on a night when it was pouring down.

He also bought the last bouquet of flowers from the flower girl's basket.

Qin Wei learned how to observe everything around him with a calm perspective and began to try to respond to the expectations of others.

Just before taking action today, he told himself several times, "I'm not doing this for any other reason, I just want to save people."

Qin Wei was trying to hypnotize himself and treat the word "hero" as a responsibility.

But the truth is he didn't need to convince himself.

The title of hero is not about wearing elaborate robes; it is a crown, which you will be crowned when you have accomplished everything.

"I don't understand why we have to do this yet," Qin Wei muttered with his eyes closed.

"I just don't want to lose, especially when scum are recklessly sucking the blood out of the entire city, while spreading the blame for their crimes onto everyone else."

"So you're probably starting to understand what I mean: your power comes from compassion, from anger," Bruce replied.

"you mean--"

"Hold onto compassion, hold onto anger, and with this complex and pure emotion, do what you must do. Those who find reasons not to lose will be invincible."

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the darkness. Qin Wei gave it a high five and they clasped hands tightly.

The moment Qin Wei opened his eyes again, his expression changed.

Having found a reason why he couldn't lose, his thinking became exceptionally clear.

Pressing down on the belt, the grappling hook shot out and aimed at the falling boy. Just as it pierced his thigh, the unconscious boy let out a painful groan.

The Russian-style rescue was brutal but effective. Qin Wei, who had retrieved the grappling hook, shielded the boy with his chest and grabbed the seat back just as the boy was about to fall out of the car window.