Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 153 A Special First Day on the Job

It turned out that the system's prompt was correct. The smile would not disappear, it would only shift.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Ma Zhaodi, who fell to the ground, held his stomach and laughed weakly. When he saw how angry the clown's face was, he could feel how immoral he was - and this made him unable to help but continue laughing.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it, hahaha."

Seeing Ma Zhaodi holding his stomach and laughing while bleeding, the Joker became more and more angry. He gritted his teeth in anger and raised his hand to fire another shot.

"Silly bastard!"

bang!

"what!"

Ma Zhaodi's body bounced up like a salted fish that had been punched.

Then another shot, another shot, and another shot.
bang! bang! bang!

Ma Zhaodi on the ground also bounced up and down and continued laughing: "Haha! Ha! Ha!"

He shot at Ma Zhaodi on the ground like a madman, until all the bullets in the magazine were shot into his body, and he was still pulling the trigger in vain.

Everyone watched in horror as he shot Ma Zhaodi on the ground, turning him into a sieve. His body trembled, dark red blood oozing out, and he finally stopped moving.

The clown in the darkness panted heavily, and after a while, he casually waved to the crowd: "No need to go on stage anymore, intermission."

When all the comedians standing by heard his words, their tense bodies finally had a chance to relax for a moment, and then they all fell down like wheat in the field - their brains only realized at this moment that their legs and feet had become weak.

They lay on the ground like survivors, breathing in the air thick with the smell of blood. Although they still had to perform later, the longer they lived, the more hope they had.

If the officers of the Gotham Police Department - or, taking a step back, if that pointy-eared bat madman could arrive during this time, would we still be saved?
No one dared to say this out loud, but everyone was praying desperately in their hearts.

The Joker loaded his revolver with bullets one by one and put it back on his waist. He looked at the group of comedians on the ground with their minds blank, and suddenly felt even more bored.

It's really not funny. No one's jokes are funny and have no meaning.

Hell, there was even a swordsman who dared to disgust me with a Batman joke. Just thinking about it makes me feel unlucky - then again, that joke was really targeted. How did he know what I was thinking? Among the stupid people in Gotham City, there was actually someone smart enough to realize that Batman and I were soul mates?

He turned his head and looked at the pile of corpses on the ground. The idiot was already submerged in the pile of corpses and it was impossible to tell which one it was.

I forgot to ask—never mind, he’s dead anyway.

He walked straight to the side door out of boredom, reached out and pushed it open, then walked out.

At this moment, a comedian who was lying down turned his head and saw this scene, and immediately went to pull his companions with ecstasy on his face.

"Hurry, look! The clown is gone! We should leave quickly too. He said there was a bomb in the theater—"

boom!
Before he could finish his words, the clown walked out of the door and pressed the bomb remote control in his hand.

With a loud bang, the entire stage area of the comedy theater was turned into ashes by the bomb, and the actors on the side and the bodies in the audience were all caught in the explosion. If nothing unexpected happened, none of them would survive.

The clown disappeared from the theater out of boredom. It was not until this moment that someone outside the theater heard the loud noise, picked up the phone and called the police.

"Hello? Is this the Gotham Police Department? Please come to the stand-up comedy theater quickly, there's an explosion!"

"Oh my god."

A voice suddenly rang out from the rubble after the explosion. "Damn it! That clown bastard is still so crazy! He's using bombs to control the situation and even standing on a bun to watch a comedy on stage."

Ma Zhaodi, covered in blood, spoke incoherently, choking on a candy and a toffee. He gradually untied the heavy objects that had been weighing him down, finally rising from the rubble. His body was riddled with bullet holes, like a sieve, but fortunately, the wounds were slowly healing.

"What a pity for my clothes." Ma Zhaodi scratched his head in annoyance: "I quite like it."

At this moment, he had almost become a bloody man. There was hardly any clean place on his body, and the several bullet holes on his naked body were still bleeding continuously, making him look hideous and terrifying.

"First see if anyone survives."

The improvement in intermediate physical fitness was very significant, at least when moving bricks it was quite smooth and quick. Ma Zhaodi quickly cleaned up the area around the stage and searched for people in the ruins.

The people who were killed by the clown before naturally cannot be resurrected again. Ma Zhaodi's focus is to find out those who were shot down by the clown after being hit by the skill "I didn't kill anyone". According to the effect of the skill, they will most likely be hanging on to their lives within 24 hours, and will not die directly on the spot.

One, two, three.
Ma Zhaodi dragged them out one by one, and reached out to take out a fruit-flavored lollipop from the inventory. Every time he pulled out a person, he would poke the lollipop into the other person's mouth for a few seconds, then move on to the next one, and then the next one. Finally, he placed them on the cleared space.

That's right, this is the lollipop that was used last time to rescue the Wayne Group directors who were parasitized by vines. This time, based on the principle of making full use of things and being thrifty, Ma Zhaodi used it to save people again.

Anyway, they were all breathing their last breaths at this point, so they had almost no consciousness left. I guess no one would have any objections to his actions.

When the sirens sounded on the street outside the stand-up comedy theater, it was five minutes after the report was received. There was no doubt that they had tried their best to rush to the scene as quickly as possible. When Inspector Gordon and the police officers broke into the main hall of the theater, they saw a group of disheveled and bloody injured people lying on a cleared space, with an exhausted Asian man lying next to them.

"Quick! Quick! Send them to the hospital first."

When Ma Zhaodi opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar white ceiling.

"I am at the hospital?"

At this moment, a familiar voice came from beside him.

"The doctor said you were lucky and didn't suffer any serious injuries."

Ma Zhaodi turned his head and saw the familiar blond hair and beard.

"Sheriff Gordon?"

"Ma Zhaodi, a police officer, huh?"

Gordon flipped through the documents in his hand and asked him, "You were just transferred to Gotham yesterday, and you've already started working today?"

"Uh"

"I don't know how you've offended your superiors to be transferred to this awful place, but then again—since you're here, you might as well make the best of it."

"That perverted lunatic you've met—the Joker—has been causing trouble in Gotham City recently, and the police force is a bit stretched. But you're a newcomer, and I don't intend to have you face that lunatic on the front lines again."

"You'll be in charge of another assignment. Get some rest today and return to the police station tomorrow. We're shorthanded for guarding one person. This assignment isn't too dangerous, so you can fill in."

Ma Zhaodi was stunned. He smelled the scent of odd jobs in these words.

"Who am I going to take custody of?"

"Another not-so-dangerous lunatic, a cooperating prisoner of the police department." Sergeant Gordon sighed.

"It's called—the Riddler."

(End of this chapter)