Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 158 Was it intentional or accidental?
"What are you mumbling? I don't understand."

Obviously, the moment he heard these words, the Riddler's perfect jailbreak plan had failed—not completely, but less perfect.

To make an analogy, it's probably like an athlete participating in a table tennis competition. He wins all the way, with big and small scores, and wins all the knockout and round-robin matches, without losing even a single point. Finally, when he is about to win the championship, a gust of wind blows the ball off course, causing him to lose a point.

Can he win? Of course, this point will not affect his chances of winning the championship.

But was it painful to lose a point? Of course it was. They could have won the championship without losing a single goal, which was absolutely a perfect honor and symbol of strength. But now, this perfection has been destroyed.

Not all smart people pursue perfection, but all the crazy criminals in Gotham City must have obsessive-compulsive disorder. When the Riddler saw that his proud perfect jailbreak plan failed because of Ma Zhaodi, he suddenly felt as uncomfortable as if he had found half a bug in his lunch.

But the alarm had already sounded, and the Riddler didn't have much time left. He just wanted to get out and had no time to care about Ma Zhaodi.

"Get that idiot out of here!" he raged, gritting his teeth. "I'll deal with him when I have time—someone open the door!"

Ma Zhaodi saw the seven police officers around him turning their heads to look at him, with pleading and determination in their eyes. For the sake of their families, they would obey the Riddler's orders to a certain extent at this time.

"Get out of the way, rookie!"

Loni's hand suddenly reached out and pulled Ma Zhaodi aside. He walked to the iron gate, reached out and fumbled for the key ring he had taken before, ready to open the iron gate leading to the outside for the Riddler.

Ma Zhaodi did not stop him and really stood aside.

"Ok?"

After fiddling with it for half a minute, the Riddler saw that Loni was still rummaging through his pockets, and he suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

"It's almost time." His expression regained its composure, and he said lightly: "If you can't find it-"

"Loni, look!"

Ma Zhaodi's voice interrupted the Riddler again, and this was the second time the Riddler was interrupted. His face immediately became extremely gloomy, and his eyes burned with anger as he looked at Ma Zhaodi.

Loni also looked at Ma Zhaodi, and seeing him pointing outside the door, his eyes naturally turned over subconsciously, and then he found a bunch of shining keys lying quietly on the ground a few meters away from the iron gate.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly recalled the scene of struggling with Ma Zhaodi just now. It seemed that at that time, something did fall off his body, but he was pushed forward madly by Ma Zhaodi, so he naturally had no chance to look back.

He raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at Ma Zhaodi: "Fuck, why did you pull my clothes just now, you bastard—"

"You must be joking—"

At this moment, Loni's voice was interrupted by an angry roar. This sentence was roared by the Riddler behind the two of them.

Everyone looked back and saw that his face, which had been dark just now, had turned red due to the rushing blood. If they measured his blood pressure at this time, it would probably be off the charts.

"What a joke! What a joke!"

He rushed to the door angrily and kicked the heavy iron door with his feet, making a loud bang. "I prepared this plan for so long! And it failed because of two idiots! Just because of two idiots!"

Ma Zhaodi spread his hands innocently and said, "I didn't mean it."

At this moment, he released the gun in his hand. "I don't have you—"

The furious Riddler turned around without warning, stepped forward, twisted his waist and punched Ma Zhaodi next to him fiercely. The punch was fast and fierce, with a sharp sound of wind. Even people who had never practiced fighting could see that the Riddler's fighting skills were very good.

However, Ma Zhaodi's attention was always on him. Almost the moment he reacted, he subconsciously covered his head and crouched down to defend himself.

"Crack!"

The hand bones and the police helmet instantly competed to see which one was harder. The sound of the two colliding was somewhat crisp, and then the Riddler inhaled.

He might be in pain, Ma Zhaodi thought, adjusted his helmet, and picked up the gun again.

"Give me the gun! I told you to give me his gun! I want—"

The Riddler's roar came to an abrupt halt as he saw the cold looks in the eyes of the seven people around him—their mentality had changed.

Letting him escape from prison is one thing, but giving him a police gun is a completely different matter - putting aside other things, who can guarantee that he won't use that gun to shoot his companions and himself?
What's more, the powerful sense of oppression that the Riddler had painstakingly created had been completely destroyed. At this moment, the fear of others towards him began to subside.

At this time, Ma Zhaodi raised his gun again and pointed it at the Riddler - there was no doubt that he would really shoot.

The Riddler quickly calculated in his mind - still the same idea, if he died at the hands of Batman, the super criminal could at least brag about it; but if he died at the hands of an idiot, then he would rather shoot himself - at least this way of dying would not make him the idiot among idiots.

The Riddler glanced at the key several meters away from the iron gate. It was only a few meters away, but at this moment it seemed like an insurmountable chasm, out of reach.

He straightened his hat, walked silently back to the interrogation room, and closed the door.

By the time Commissioner Gordon rushed back to the police station, the Riddler had already been put back in prison.

"Well done." He patted Ma Zhaodi on the shoulder. "I didn't expect the Riddler to be so dangerous. Luckily, you're here this time. So, you've already performed two meritorious deeds since you arrived at the police station."

"But," he sighed, "Ma Zhaodi, a police inspector was killed in this incident, and there are serious problems with the security team. I think there will be an investigation, questioning, and psychological evaluation soon. You will have to take a temporary leave of absence—paid leave, I approve it."

Ma Zhaodi looked at Gordon in amazement. He had never intended to stay in the heavily restrictive police system for long. He didn't mind going home for vacation, but he didn't expect that he would be on vacation so quickly.

"What about the officers' families? How are they doing?"

"The Riddler probably knew there was no hope of him escaping, so he gave us a signal to cancel the operation, and in the end, no one was hurt. However, the people he hired outside ran away so quickly that we didn't catch many of them."

In the afternoon, Ma Zhaodi was walking on the street bored. Generally speaking, having a holiday is certainly a good thing, but when he saw the news on the big screen on the street, he felt that no place on the street was safe.

"Breaking news: A joke factory was attacked by a clown. A police officer, a passerby, and a dozen comedians were sent to the hospital. A joke was written in blood at the crime scene: Why is six afraid of seven?"

It was getting dark, and he was watching the news when he suddenly recalled the conversation between the inspector and the Riddler. When the Riddler said the words "where the joke is", he seemed to reach out and point at the map on the table?
"Tongzi, help me pull up the map of Gotham that was on the table earlier and mark the location that the Riddler pointed out."

[Understood, retrieving——]

【Retrieval completed】

(End of this chapter)