Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 164 Not a Hero
"You're in?"

"Captain Gordon, the door is unlocked."

Ma Zhaodi looked at the five bodies lying in a pool of blood in the bedroom, took out some fruit candy from his pocket, and felt extremely fortunate that he had told the clown "I didn't kill anyone" yesterday.

"You guys need to hurry up, the Joker fired five shots here."

About five minutes later, police cars and ambulances arrived at the scene and took all five members of the family, who still had vital signs, to the hospital.

"I wonder if today's events will haunt them, whether it's being shot and nearly killed by a madman, or having to shoulder the exorbitant medical bills for a family of five." Inspector Gordon sighed. "The Riddler and the Joker seem to be killing people lately without causing death. I occasionally wonder if they have some kind of partnership with Gotham's major hospitals."

"If you run into a ruthless criminal like the Joker or the Riddler, you're lucky to be alive." Ma Zhaodi shook his head. "At least the Templeton family can be reunited. By the way, what happened to the driver who drove the Joker into the fountain last night?"

"He almost died, but it seems it wasn't from the gunshot wound, but from the internal bleeding caused by the car accident - luckily you called the ambulance in time."

It wasn't because he called the ambulance in time, Ma Zhaodi sighed, but because he stuffed a lollipop into his mouth when he went upstairs yesterday, otherwise he would have really died.

It was the same in the theater. The clown's explosion was not fatal, but the collapse of the theater stage caused many people to suffer potentially fatal injuries, so I also gave each of them some temporary rescue.

"Do I still need to give a statement?"

"Record it quickly and leave after you're done. Sigh, I don't know if you're lucky or unlucky. You've encountered the Joker twice and the Riddler twice, and you've encountered all four cases. It's a blessing from God that you're still alive."

Ma Zhaodi smiled awkwardly. When the Joker blew up the theater, he was the one who refreshed in. When the Riddler escaped from prison, it was Sheriff Gordon who transferred him in. When the two met in the building at night, he rushed there after solving the puzzle using the system. Only meeting the taxi driver in the morning was an accident. In fact, there was not much luck involved, right?
After recording his statement, Ma Zhaodi walked out of the Gotham Police Station. It was still early, so he first went to the diamond district, found a gold shop, took out a few gold bars and exchanged them for $100,000. Then he took the money to the Gotham Bank and deposited it.

Anyway, the cash he earned in Gotham City in his own universe was basically not used. At this time, Ma Zhaodi could not be called a rich man, but he had no problem making a living for the time being.

After finishing these things, he went to Gotham Hospital again.

When he walked into the hall, it was no longer as chaotic as it had been the last time he'd been here. The doctors and nurses seemed to be working in an orderly manner, and no one was shouting about doctors fighting with patients anymore. It was clear that the patients who had been brought into the Gotham Police Department yesterday were now in stable condition. Many were probably no longer in danger of dying and had been sent to the ICU or other wards for observation.

Ma Zhaodi was not here to register, so he ignored the people around him and found a nurse in the hall.

"Hello, I'd like to see the patients who were brought in yesterday after being injured at the stand-up comedy show."

"Ah? You are..."

Ma Zhaodi took out his police ID, waved it at her, and then put it away.

"I'm Officer Ma Zhaodi from the Gotham Police Department. I was at the stand-up comedy theater when the explosion happened yesterday. I was the one who pulled them out of the rubble and was taken to the hospital with them, but I wasn't injured. Perhaps you have some impression of me?"

The nurse blinked and finally remembered a police officer that her colleagues were talking about during the shift change. He single-handedly dragged out all 33 people buried in the rubble after the theater stage exploded, saving considerable time for rescue. Although six of them were confirmed dead on the spot, the remaining 27 all survived.

The TV station called it "the 27th consecutive miracle," but in reality, everyone at the hospital believed the miracle was the officer who dragged everyone out. Almost all the doctors and nurses assumed he was a devout believer, perhaps Christian, Catholic, or some other sect. Almost everyone imagined him as a Desmond Doss in Hacksaw Ridge, dragging the buried victims one by one from the extremely dangerous ruins of a theater that could collapse again.

"God, please let me save one more person, please let me save one more person"

Ma Zhaodi watched the nurses' eyes change from confusion to surprise, then to being moved, and even a little admiring, and subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

What is she worshipping?
"You are the hero who risked his life to rescue everyone from the rubble—"

"Alright, alright, that's enough. No need to say any more. I know what you're going to say." Ma Zhaodi immediately interrupted her. This was the first time in his life that he was praised as such a selfless hero, and he felt really embarrassed. "Ahem, anyway, let's keep our voices down. I mainly want to see the people who were admitted yesterday and today."

"No problem, I'll take you there—"

"No, no, no, this will disturb your work too much. Just tell me the place."

"No, I still insist on taking you with me."

The corners of Ma Zhaodi's mouth twitched. This was the first time he had encountered such trouble in his life. He had never had this kind of trouble when he was a perverted wheelchair man.

So, he lowered his voice and said mysteriously to the nurse, "Well, now that things have come to this, I have to tell you that I came to the hospital this time because of a secret police operation. I can't tell you the details, but I can tell you that this matter is very important and needs to be kept confidential. I can't let more people know."

After hearing this, the nurse's face suddenly showed a look of understanding: "Oh, sir, then I won't follow you. I will tell you where they are."

"Ahem, thank you, thank you."

Ma Zhaodi followed the location she provided and turned to enter the elevator, but from the moment the elevator door closed, he was thinking about a question.

Since the rumor about a "police hero" has spread throughout the hospital, it is likely to spread further.

When he thought of this, Ma Zhaodi felt a little embarrassed. For him, since he had enhanced physical fitness and the horn of abundance, saving people was a piece of cake.

Because he was powerful, he would be grateful for any little help he gave to others—he didn't like that feeling, as it seemed like a condescending charity from a superior looking down on all living things. But in reality, he considered himself a member of the living.

In fact, until now, he doesn't think of himself as a hero.

Because he has never made any "sacrifice" for others.

Ding--

While I was thinking, the elevator arrived.

(End of this chapter)