Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 109 Great, it’s Batman, we are saved!

The residents of Gotham City have had a lot to talk about lately.

In fact, in this weird city, everyone has no shortage of things to talk about. Generally speaking, it's basically about gangs fighting each other, playboys doing stupid things again, new people coming to the red-light district, and bigger things are nothing more than serial killers, madmen and perverts coming up with a big plan to destroy Gotham.

The recent news is different from the old ones. As we all know, curious things are easy to attract people's attention, and perverted things are easy to be remembered. The recent news can be described as curious and perverted - recently, every morning, citizens of Gotham City have found people hanging on buildings on the roadside. This happens every morning, distributed in various areas of the city, and they are living people, naked living people.

And they are either gang members or habitual criminals, and men and women are treated equally.

The Gotham Police Department was extremely busy, knocking on doors one by one to bring them back into the house and then to the police station. Coincidentally, the owner of the house also went with them to testify. With all the witnesses, evidence and confessions in one go, it would be considered an achievement of the police department unless the criminal was a member of the Falcone or Maroni family.

The interesting thing is that if a member of a small gang is hung outside naked for a night, he may just feel embarrassed, but if he is a member of Falcone or Maroni, he will become a stain on the gang when he returns.

The reputation of the two major gangs has been severely damaged in the past few days, and some family members were even hanged on the windowsill and executed by the intolerable homeowners - this was because they had gone too far.

All in all, in Gotham these days, ditches are rampant, the gangs' prestige has been wiped out, and the instigator - based on the impressions of all the victims and criminals, the image of a character who drives an electric wheelchair on the streets of Gotham late at night, wears a black robe, and can use a blowpipe to blow darts has gradually been pieced together.

"Are you trying to tell me that an Indian in a black robe with a blowgun was speeding a motorized wheelchair at 180 in the middle of the night in Gotham City, stripping all the criminals in the city naked and hanging them on balconies to dry in the gutter?"

Sergeant Gordon rubbed his brow and said, "Detective Duke, are you awake?"

Duke said innocently, "That's what they all said in their confessions. Now that weird vigilante has a nickname: the Perverted Wheelchair Man. It's quite similar to an old Gotham legend - the Will-O'-the-Wisp Wheelchair Man."

Jim Gordon shook his head. "I thought Gotham couldn't get any crazier. I'm starting to miss Batman a little bit."

"Did you hear about that? The day before yesterday, Scar Jack was stripped naked by that perverted wheelchair man and hung next to the Ace Club for the whole night. The next morning, everyone realized that some people in the club seemed to be indifferent to gender."

"Don't say anymore, I'm a little scared."

The tall, thin gangster glanced uneasily at the large bag on the back seat, from which a white, brick-like object emerged—tonight was the delivery time, but these days, everyone was avoiding this kind of work.

"I'm starting to miss Batman a little. Even though he's a ruthless fighter, after getting beaten up by him, I can brag to my family about being a tough guy who fought Batman. At least it's not shameful."

"Who says it's not true? After Jack was tortured by that psychopathic wheelchair man for a whole day, even the street thugs dared to laugh at him. He stayed at home all day yesterday and didn't dare go out. I really hope he doesn't get so depressed that he commits suicide."

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Their conversation was suddenly interrupted when the driver in the front seat slammed on the brakes and stopped abruptly on the road.

"Hank, can you fucking drive—"

“I saw it.”

Hank spoke, interrupting his teammates' scolding. He swallowed hard, staring at the intersection in front of him, cold sweat began to seep out of his forehead, and fear was mixed in his voice.

"I saw a black wheelchair passing through the intersection."

After Hank finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

The four men's faces were terrified, their bodies rigid, their eyes fixed on the dark street outside. A silent sense of fear permeated the air, eroding everyone's sanity. It seemed as if a wheelchair-bound Indian psychopath would burst out of the darkness at any moment, laughing wildly, strip them naked, and then hang them from the windowsill, their groins facing outward.

"How about we go back?" "Not impossible," Hank replied subconsciously, then quickly shook his head: "No, what about the goods?"

"Tell the boss that we met the perverted wheelchair man and saved the goods."

"Brother, you are a genius!"

At this moment, a black shadow flashed past the car lights.

The four of them all saw the strange figure moving at an incredibly fast speed, and it was actually - a wheelchair!
"I'm in a hurry—turn around! Drive back!"

"MD, draw your gun, draw your gun!"

"Don't panic! Don't panic—don't get in my line of fire!"

The four people were frightened and turned around immediately. The loaded truck sped away in the night. No one dared to imagine the scene after being caught. They fired at the darkness like headless flies, but they could not even see the shadow of the wheelchair.

Ten minutes later, the four people in the car finally calmed down.

"Are we rid of him?"

"Did we get rid of him?"

The frightened people looked around, and suddenly, a dull loud noise came from the roof of the car.

"Ahhhh——!"

The screams did not last long. With the crisp sound of breaking glass, Batman appeared in front of the car door and dragged Hank out of the driver's seat. He looked up at the four murderers and was about to use his usual deterrent method to force a confession, but he saw the ecstasy of surviving the disaster in the eyes of the four people.

"Holy crap! Great! It's Batman! We're saved!"

Bruce knew that after he left Gotham, the city would become chaotic.

Before leaving, he asked Catwoman to help look after Gotham City and curb the criminals. He would find out everything he wanted to find out as quickly as possible and then return to Gotham immediately.

He had been on business trips many times before. If he was only away for a few days, Catwoman could handle it alone. Although she might not be able to take care of everything, at least there would be no major incidents. This was his experience.

He had thought this time would be no exception, so just now, he hurriedly got off the plane and rushed back to the Batcave, declined Alfred's bat sandwich, changed into his battle suit and hurried out. He wanted to read the recent news briefings on the fighter plane, but found that a car on the road was firing indiscriminately.

So he locked onto the car, followed them to a road with no side roads, and then attacked decisively.

He had done this countless times: controlling the driver, stopping the car, intimidating the criminal, breaking bones, and notifying the police.

But just now, he realized that Gotham these days might be more chaotic than he thought.

Because just as he was swinging his fist, the four gangsters shouted those words to him in ecstasy.

"Holy crap! Great! It's Batman! We're saved!"

P.S.: Some book friends suggested that I post two chapters at a time so that I can enjoy reading it. So I posted one chapter this morning to ask about this.
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