Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 11 See you soon

Ma Zhaodi looked at Drake, his eyes showing four parts shock, three parts despair, two parts contempt and one part admiration.

"Are you still a human being?"

"We must die together."

"Why didn't I see you were so—"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"I've drafted a plan. I'm going to skin you all alive! I'm going to chop off your buttocks and stuff them into your vaginas as a means of masturbation! You bastards! You two, just wait to die! If I don't fuck you two to death today, I'm going to shoot myself in the head!"

The bullets that were originally hitting the corner of the wall for suppressing fire suddenly became as dense as firecrackers, and the man's shouting and cursing resounded throughout the street. His words and tone showed that he was probably a little angrier than before.

"Look, I'm in a hurry."

Drake shook his head. "This is what I hate most about Gotham. The citizens are emotionally unstable and have short tempers. They don't want to talk things over properly when they encounter problems."

"Okay, okay, if you can talk, then talk more. It's best if you keep this style until you die."

The two men were bickering, but in their hearts they were praying that the other would be hit by a passing dump truck or killed by plane wreckage falling from the sky.

Or they could try to shoot back, after all, the other side only had one person and they had two.

Ma Zhaodi looked at the Glock pistol he had been searching for the safety on for a long time and sighed, "We're not familiar with each other." He then looked at the rooftop of the building next to him. The cat-like figure had disappeared, and he sighed again, "We're not familiar with each other either." He thought to himself that he had to use this save opportunity.

Derek suddenly spoke at this time, "Hey, why did the sound stop?"

Oh, yes, why did the man stop shooting and shouting?

Two extremely different possibilities suddenly popped up in Ma Zhaodi's mind, one was extreme luck, and the other was extreme misfortune.

His heart suddenly began to beat wildly. In this silent atmosphere, he stared at the corner of the wall and swallowed subconsciously.

The next moment, a sturdy man with a fierce smile suddenly appeared there, and the black muzzle of the gun in his hand was pointed at the two men.

"Bang! Bang!"

Before Ma Zhaodi could pull the trigger, the man had already fired two shots in an instant. Ma Zhaodi only felt a numbness in his hand, and the Glock in his hand was knocked away by the bullet, and the black pistol in Drake's hand also fell to the ground.

"Maru spicy!"

"boom!"

A scorching wave of air exploded, and the bullet fired at high speed pierced through the air, passed through Ma Zhaodi's forehead, and plowed a gap in his black crew cut.

He subconsciously closed his eyes, but the next bullet did not come as expected. Only the sound of gunfire around the bus and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground were heard.

Did Drake kill him back?
He opened his eyes in confusion and found that the strong man with a gun had fallen to the ground. But Drake also looked at him blankly, as if he wanted to confirm whether he had killed the strong man.

The two exchanged glances, and Ma Zhaodi could only squat down and gently turn the man's body. He found that there were no wounds on his body, and he was still breathing and his heart was beating.

"He's not dead, he's just unconscious."

"Why did this person faint?"

"I don't know, maybe the dog made him faint."

Although he said this, Ma Zhaodi already had some vague guesses in his heart.

Although in this world, the farther away from the superhero, the safer it is, but he still saved my life today, so I owe him this favor.

This ability and style of knocking out a burly man with a gun in a few seconds and leaving quietly is very typical of Catwoman.

"Don't just stand there. Take away the gun and bullets from him, and tie him up tightly."

Drake's fighting ability wasn't great, but his reflexes were quick. It seemed he had learned something during his year in Gotham. While greeting Ma Zhaodi, he quickly searched the man's possessions. They found a Beretta, a Colt revolver, and the Colt M2000 in his hand, a total of three guns. Add to that the two magazines and two bags of ammunition in his pockets, and someone who didn't know him would mistake him for a well-known gangster.

"Are you sure he's not part of a gang?" Ma Zhaodi asked as he tied up the man. "I really don't want to be called in for a 'talk' tomorrow by some gang boss." "I have the impression he's been in a lot of gangs, but he never stayed there long. Look, it looks like all his gang tattoos have been washed off, and the remaining ones are meaningless. I guess even the gang boss couldn't stand his temper."

"You've been riding the bus for half a year, and you didn't realize this guy wanted to fuck you?"

"One of the most important reasons I was able to ride the bus for half a year alive is that I didn't look around or ask questions. Besides, this guy always looks like he's going to attack everyone he sees. How could I have known he was really interested in me?"

Derek said as he pulled out his wallet and hesitated for a moment.

"Honestly, I kind of don't want to let him go alive."

Ma Zhaodi looked at the burly man and felt a little conflicted. Although killing and robbing was wrong, this man almost killed him.

He thought about it carefully and turned to look at Drake.

"Does he know where you live?"

Drake was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became strange.

"He never seems to show up near my house."

"But if he wanted to check, he could have found it long ago?"

"Correct."

Upon hearing this, Ma Zhaodi put away the gun in his hand.

"Since the people who rescued us didn't kill him, let's do as she wants—put the wallet back. This little money will be useful to us, but it's not much."

Drake looked at Ma Zhaodi in surprise. At this moment, he suddenly had a feeling that even without his help, his new friend might be able to adapt to the city of Gotham quickly.

Of course, Gotham’s approach may not be right. If they let him go today, it is possible that he will be shot to death the next day.

"You have the final say." He stuffed the wallet back into his pocket. "But I definitely won't take this bus tomorrow. I'm not some cowboy."

Ma Zhaodi shrugged. After all, Drake had no save point and couldn't start over. He could completely understand.

"He looks like a cowboy to me—what's his name?"

"Banner, Clinton Banner."

"A good name, just not Bruce or Floyd."

"boom!"

There was a gunshot in the street, and then the old man shouted with full force: "Old Jack is leaving! Everybody get on board!"

Ma Zhaodi looked at Banner, who was tied up and leaning against the wall. He seemed to have no signs of waking up.

So he put the revolver and bullets back into the man's hands and put his hat on him.

"See you again, crazy cowboy."

As he said this, he and Drake ran towards Old Jack's battered bus.

Banner opened his eyes behind the two men and with a slight tug, he untied the jacket they had used as a makeshift rope. It was obvious that Ma Zhaodi's method of tying people up was not very skilled.

He stretched out his revolver and aimed it at Ma Zhaodi's back.

However, the trigger was never pulled.

"Bang." He imitated the sound of a gunshot with his mouth, then put away the gun and turned away.

"See you next time, asshole."

(End of this chapter)