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Chapter 168: Is the next step after the electric wheelchair a bicycle? Hajima, you guy
The Riddler's question received no response, as it was obvious that these people were not there to talk.

They were all dressed in black suits, ties, trousers, and white shirts. They each held an automatic rifle or pistol. The moment they stopped, the muzzles of their guns were pointed at the Riddler. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell they were typical gangster thugs, and they had no good intentions.

A red-haired man holding two guns even politely said, "Miss, please take a few steps to the left, then close your eyes and cover your ears."

Poison Ivy turned her head and looked at the group of people, her green eyes flashing slightly. It seemed that Gotham City was indeed not familiar with them now. It was okay that ordinary lower-class citizens could not recognize super criminals, but even the gangs were so ignorant - this was something she had not expected.

The most important thing is that this is in the botanical garden. She really doesn't like the style of this group of people who come here and shout and kill. They are shooting around with guns and cannons in their hands, and she doesn't know how many plants will be damaged.

Seeing that Poison Ivy didn't make any move, the man reminded her again, "Miss, I don't have time to explain anything further."

Poison Ivy ignored the other party. When she thought that the Joker and the gang didn't care about these things, she began to get angry.

"A burning world?" She asked casually, staring at the gangsters who were shouting and killing.

"There's no doubt about it - and besides, I'm not one to stop looking for answers. My conclusion is that the Joker is who he is now, and the Joker's style of doing things is the same now."

Seeing the two of them chatting as if no one was around, a fat bald guy next to the red-haired gangster finally couldn't help but speak: "Either you leave now, or you will never leave - well, forget it, whatever you want - you asked for it."

"Alright, buddy." Another gangster shrugged. "We've tried our best to persuade you. Let's finish the job quickly."

Hearing this, Poison Ivy showed a disdainful smile on her face. She waved her hand, and vines rolled out from the forest in all directions.

The botanical garden is Poison Ivy's home ground.

On the other side, Ma Zhaodi was riding his beloved bicycle on the streets of Gotham.

There's no way. The electric wheelchair is too unique and he doesn't dare to drive it. He will only take out that thing if there is a need for a perverted wheelchair man in the future.

As for the bicycle in front of him - he bought it from a second-hand trading place that the landlord told him about. As for why he didn't buy a motorcycle or a car, it was mainly because parking was too troublesome.

This Gotham City doesn't have the famous worry-free vehicles like the Death Car. You can buy a cheaper bicycle and carry it back to your room when you go home. If you need to travel at high speed, you can just fold it up and stuff it in the trunk of a taxi, highlighting its convenience, speed and strong maneuverability.

What's more, with his physical fitness and the master-level bicycle driving skills worth $10,000, he is fully capable of making this bicycle, which cost $500 in asset points to modify, the most handsome one on the road.

"Hey, hey, John, do you see that thing?"

"Huh? What?"

John, who was driving the Chevrolet, was pulled by his friend in the passenger seat. He glanced at his friend with some confusion and said, "Jimmy, I'm driving. You don't want us to be hit by other cars on the road, do you?"

"No, John, look at that man on the side of the road!"

It wasn't until Jimmy yelled a second time that John subconsciously looked out the right window: "There's nothing there, what are you yelling about—huh?"

Next to the two men, a man was riding a bicycle leisurely, as if he was taking a simple and relaxing ride. He was not sweating and his face was not panting. This kind of riding obviously did not have the effect of exercise.

He saw John and Jimmy looking at him, waved to them in a friendly manner, then rode his bike past the right window and continued forward. Everything seemed so natural. However, dumbfounded, John lowered his head and checked his speed. Yes, it was 70km/h.

He repeatedly lowered and raised his head, his eyes moving back and forth between the speedometer and the person he had overtaken, completely unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.

"Young Master Duoduo?"

"Does he have a propeller on his bike?"

The question remained unanswered, and the two could only watch the bicycle, which was moving at an incredible speed, disappear on the road and then go further and further away.

"Jimmy, I seemed to be hallucinating just now."

"John, I seem to be hallucinating too."

How fast can a traditional cycling race go?
Eighty kilometers per hour.

In the 2009 Tour de France, the world's top cyclist, British athlete Mark Cavendish, rode the Scyther 1 bicycle designed by Dutch engineer Tom Mills and reached a speed of 83 km/h on flat ground.

When sprinting downhill, it can reach speeds of over 100km/h, making it a hero in cycling.

After him, there were endless bicycles breaking records. Some used cars to lead the way and break the wind, some were towed by motorcycles, and some were equipped with electric motors to create streamlined cabins. But for Ma Zhaodi, a speed of 80 was enough.

Of course, the current speed is not the limit of this heavily modified bike, nor is it its limit, but there is no need to speed up yet.

Ma Zhaodi was thinking about where to find the kite man next, but suddenly he frowned. Through his intermediate natural language proficiency, he felt that something strange was happening.

This was an inexplicable feeling he had started to have since he arrived in Gotham. It seemed that this world was a little different from his original Gotham. In this Gotham City, his proficiency in natural language seemed to connect him with the entire nature at a deeper level. He could even vaguely sense some special information from afar.

Just now, some natural fluctuations beyond common sense seemed to have occurred in a corner of Gotham City. Ma Zhaodi could vaguely feel that it seemed to be the unusual movements of "Poison Ivy" and "Poison Ivy".

"The green of all things, the power of nature," Ma Zhaodi murmured to himself. He had a basic understanding of the logical setting of "elements" in DC comics. The concepts of "plants," "animals," and "metals" in this world were not only scientific classifications, but also represented extraordinary powers of different attributes.

He was certain that his mastery of natural language connected him to several supernatural powers, like a huge interconnected network that included him and shared information about other people in the network with him.

"That place seems to have a lot of plants, maybe a botanical garden?"

At this moment, the system prompt sounded again.

【Ding】

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