Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 119 What Kind of Knight Are You?
The effect of the ice mushroom lasts for four seconds. During these four seconds, everyone present is unable to move, and only the plants in the PVZ series can survive.

Ma Zhaodi's body was still able to move slightly. After the ice mushroom exploded, he immediately began to struggle hard and broke out of the ice in just two seconds - he had read the plant description long ago, and knew that the explosion damage of mushrooms was the same to both friends and foes. Therefore, before setting off, he deliberately drank a bowl of Laba porridge.

[The ingredients are warm in nature, warming the body and dispelling cold. Laba porridge increases the cold resistance of the eater by 50%]

The effect of the intermediate physical fitness enhancement itself has greatly increased his cold resistance and strength. With the addition of Laba porridge, the control effect of the ice mushroom on him has been greatly weakened.

Two seconds was enough time for Ma Zhaodi, whose body had been strengthened. It was enough for him to rush in front of the two men and swing three swords at lightning speed.

One sword chopped off the Mad Hatter's hat and the strange weapon inside it, and the second and third swords severed the tendons of the Scarecrow's hands, eliminating his ability to attack - the intermediate swordsmanship was very accurate when used to chop still lifes, and the frozen duo had basically lost most of their means of resistance at this time.

After three sword strikes, all the frost in the arena disappeared immediately, and everyone was thawed at the same time. But at this time, the second half of the control effect of the ice mushroom began to take effect - the Scarecrow and the Mad Hatter's bodies were frozen stiff, and they moved in slow motion, but Ma Zhaodi's movements were almost unaffected.

The Scarecrow and the Mad Hatter no longer had any thoughts of resistance. In their perspective, Ma Zhaodi was just a weird, immortal, glowing pumpkin-headed monster. All damage to his body would be transferred to his pumpkin head, and when the pumpkin head was broken, new pumpkin heads would grow out, like endless nesting dolls. He was also immune to fear gas and could blow it away.
Wait, he blew them away, does that mean his resistance to poison gas is limited? Or does this pumpkin monster really care about the lives of ordinary people on the ground?
"Quickly—capture—the—hostages!"

"Are you talking about yourself?" Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but find it funny as he looked at the scarecrow whose shouting even became slow motion. He saw the Mad Hatter slowly move the muzzle of his gun towards the security guard on the ground, and he kicked the gun away with a flying kick, and then followed up with two swords to cut the tendons of his hands.

"A purely intellectual criminal is already being approached, yet he's still trying to figure out how to operate—just go to Arkham and get spanked by the guards."

He sheathed his sword, went straight behind the two men, and stun-shot each of them with a blow dart - last time he imitated Batman and used a knife to hit the criminal, but he made a mistake in the operation and failed to knock him out immediately. He was chased into the red dragon and set on fire. This time he decided to learn from his lesson and use a blow dart directly, which was fast, effective, and less prone to mistakes.

"I need to find time to learn some hand-to-hand combat techniques later." He thought, "At least I need to train specifically on how to knock someone out quickly."

"Ah-"

Just after the scarecrow fell to the ground, a very bright green smoke emanated from around him. Ma Zhaodi took a breath and made a judgment: the concentration of this fear gas might be lethal.

Even though he was still chewing the candy, he already felt a little itchy in his lungs.

"BYD is quite sinister." Ma Zhaodi quickly put another candy in his mouth. "Although it seems that the combat strength of the heroes and villains in this universe is not very strong, they are all quite insidious. If it were anyone else, they would have probably been caught by now."

In fact, Ma Zhaodi had already been poisoned, but he was lucky because the candy in his mouth had not yet melted, so the poison gas did not take effect.

Seeing the smoke rising and dispersing in the wind, Ma Zhaodi became concerned. He carefully observed the others who had fallen to the ground and found that they had not shown any further adverse reactions. This indicated that the gas had a limited killing range in an open space, so Ma Zhaodi did not use another clover to disperse it.

"To deal with a scarecrow, a Mad Hatter, and two intelligent super criminals, using a large intelligence advantage to target them, it would cost a clover, a pumpkin head, an ice mushroom, and some candy."

Ma Zhaodi calculated that this battle wouldn't reveal much plant information, and the sunlight consumption was moderate. Compared to the last fight against the Joker, this one was much easier. He couldn't use Scarecrow's fear gas or Mad Hatter's mind control, effectively banning the master's special abilities. In fact, if the security guard hadn't been distracted and pulling allies, he could have ended the fight with two stun darts.

If it were Batman, he'd probably just sneak up on them, suddenly appear, and knock them all out with three punches and two kicks—his sneak attack style was incredibly practical. "Should we hang them both?"

Ma Zhaodi was in deep turmoil at this moment. Logically speaking, a pseudonym should have a style, and the identity of Horrible Pumpkin Head should not be tainted with the bad habit of hanging people. But when he thought about hanging two well-known super criminals high up on the Independence Day float and parading them all over the city, he could hardly control his eager hands.

"Why are you here."

The three-minute countdown on the system panel ended at this moment, and the sound of bats appeared behind Ma Zhaodi, which made him sigh. It seemed that the gap between the Mad Hatter and the Scarecrow was saved tonight.

"I came out to see the fireworks," he said. "But how can you be sure it was me? What if it was a pumpkin that turned into a spirit?"

"You were just mumbling about hanging someone up."

"What kind of knight are you? A knight of some race?" Ma Zhaodi retorted. "Does that mean I'm the one who hangs people? That's a stereotype, a groundless smear campaign against someone's innocence. The perverted wheelchair man has vanished from the world, and all that's left in Gotham is Ma Zhaodi, an innocent bystander."

Batman ignored his denial and said, "I'm going to take them both back to Arkham. Don't leave yet. Let's record their statements first."

Ma Zhaodi sighed again. He had missed the fireworks tonight, and Inspector Gordon had to work overtime. Straw and Mad Hatter had done so many bad things - they really should be hung up and paraded.

"What about these people on the ground?"

"Pupils turn green, consciousness becomes blurred, and fear falls upon them—this is Scarecrow's poison gas. The effect is strong, but it won't last long. After a while, everything will return to normal."

Batman frowned slightly as he spoke. "Strange, why are their body temperatures so low? They even seem to have some mild signs of frostbite?"

Ma Zhaodi, who had just taken off his pumpkin head, remembered at this moment that the explosion of the ice mushroom not only has control, but also has a certain damage effect. However, since the value is not high, it is often ignored.

"It was a complete accident," he replied. "I'll make up for it. Just give everyone some juice."

A moment later, Sheriff Gordon, who was watching the fireworks at home and holding his baby, received a call.

"What? An explosion? Gotham Bank? A robbery? The Scarecrow and the Mad Hatter?"

His wife Barbara sighed helplessly when she heard this.

"Justice never takes a vacation."

(End of this chapter)