Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 10 Drake's Top-Notch Improvisation
There's a new, unlucky innocent at Gotham's train station.

In a place like Gotham, strangers weren't common. If they did, they were usually gangsters, thugs, traffickers, smugglers, or criminals fleeing the city after getting into trouble. In short, those who arrived by train in Gotham weren't model citizens or wealthy businessmen.

After so many years, no foolish capitalist outside has ever thought about Gotham. We may have cooperated a lot, but there has not been much open communication. It's just that we each get what we need. You need some black channels, and I need some green money.

Even so, there are still a few exceptions in the huge Gotham, and from time to time some truly innocent unlucky people will mistakenly enter this not-so-innocent city.

One is James Gordon, who walked into the Gotham Police Department alone and took office with nothing but passion and a sense of justice. He jumped into the sewer of the Gotham Police Department without any preparation. But today, he has made a name for himself in the Gotham Police Department - don't get me wrong, the current Gotham Police Department is still not bright and just, but there is no doubt that Gordon's efforts are not ineffective.

The other is Gotham's White Knight, Harvey Dent. As a district attorney who hates evil, he has done a lot of good things in Gotham. Of course, he is luckier than Gordon because after arriving in Gotham, he has the help of one of Gotham's most violent psychopaths and the chief of the Gotham Police Department, James Gordon.

And the next one is this young Asian man who looks like he has a Gotham vibe.

Of course, you can say that he has a bit of a crazy vibe. How can he not be crazy when he lives in Gotham?

Those who are not crazy are all gods.

As for the rest? It's not that there aren't any, but some have become part of Gotham's darkness, while others have become part of its corpses. As for the rest who can't fit in, they'll soon leave this city. Even if they haven't left now, they will leave in the future. In short, they don't belong in this city.

So what the three people mentioned above have in common is not only that they are all innocent, but also that they are all still alive and want to continue living in Gotham.

At least that's what Serena thought.

She usually doesn't show up during the day for no reason. After all, cats are active at night. She will go to the Gotham station from time to time to see if there are some suckers or rich people who dare to walk on the streets of Gotham with a lot of wealth. Anyway, this is her job, to get some shiny treasures from the rich people, and then use them to decorate her own kitten's nest, or help a bunch of unlucky people in the East District in her spare time.

After all, some petty thieves who occasionally steal from the wrong person may be shot in the head. Such punishment is a bit too harsh even in Gotham.

And just yesterday, she saw such an Asian man getting off the train at the station. His eyes were clear but he knew nothing. He was extremely alert yet full of flaws. He exuded a strange aura of poverty and a sense of alienation from this city.

Perhaps he had heard of the great reputation of this place, or perhaps it was because he had seen the way Gotham locals behaved from the car, but he still came to this city with a determined heart, penniless and confused.

Selena grew up in the extremely dangerous East District. She could see through such a person at a glance. She had neither the courage to fight nor the ambition to restore order. She was just a Husky who had lost his nest.

What could he do in Gotham? A job?
Although she felt strange about his appearance, Selena still gave him a little warning. She took out the only thing on his body, his driver's license, from his shirt pocket, looked at it, and then put it back into his trouser pocket.

To be honest, she felt a little regretful when she stole the things that night. She was so shocked that there was such a poor street thug in the world that she forgot to put some money in his pocket.

That pocket was really clean! So many celebrities at the Gotham celebrity party meticulously maintained their looks, but compared to his pockets, they were still a bit lacking. So when Selina saw Ma Zhaodi on the street today, she was a little surprised. After all, she had wandered the streets of East Gotham last night and only encountered two gang members' bodies. She had assumed the strangers she had seen at the station would have been dealt with thoroughly.

But this guy seemed to have found a place to stay for the night on his first day here - and even made a friend.

His hat and scarf were old, but not dirty or torn. He looked in good spirits and his clothes were not dirty, so he was sleeping in a safe shelter and on a normal bed, not on the dirty floor of an abandoned building.

Considering the gun in his hand and the man who pulled him onto the bus and took him to seek refuge, it was obvious that this man had a very good relationship with him and had given him a lot of help when he was penniless.

The man was not from Gotham either, Selina could tell clearly.

Judging from his expression, the man trusted him very much. Perhaps these two were brothers who had not seen each other for many years?

If that's the case, then he's not a competent brother because he himself has a sense of alienation that is incompatible with Gotham, so he shouldn't allow his friends to enter this city.

Serena stood on the rooftop, watching the two people hiding in the corner with interest. The poor guy at the station was not only unusually ordinary, but also extremely unlucky. She couldn't figure out how such a harmless poor guy could have offended such an angry and violent Sagittarius.

Yes, what's going on? Ma Zhaodi was also thinking about this.

"Tell me, if I push you out, will he spare me?"

"That depends on his rage level. Anyone above him will definitely be killed. After all, everyone knows that fighting is fun."

"Then I think there's still hope. He seems to have some sense."

"is it?"

Drake turned his head and began to curse at the corner: "You are just inferior! You can only shoot my old shoes with your gun. My brother said that your gun is not as accurate as Niao Niao's when he was three years old! At least he can still splash people when he misses! Don't use the gun! Go home and practice how to shoot a pistol!"

After cursing, Drake retracted his head from the corner and smiled proudly at Ma Zhaodi.

"He's probably out of his mind now."

(End of this chapter)