Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 174 Batman with a strong learning ability
Ma Zhaodi and Chuck started chatting in the bar. One of them was a loser, and the other was also a loser, so they had a lot in common.

"Oh my god—you really are a super master!"

Ma Zhaodi's eyes widened. He saw with his own eyes that Chuck took a piece of paper and folded it into an intricate and beautiful paper airplane with his bare hands. The paper airplane could circle around the entire bar and then fly back to the bar where the two of them were standing without even having to reach out to grab it.

"Hou Lixie, the farthest my paper airplane has ever flown is only about twenty meters, and I even won first place in our class's paper airplane competition."

"Cool, right?" Chuck chuckled. "That's why I like aerodynamics."

"I studied wind in school. It's all about balance, isn't it? Air pressure flows from high to low throughout the world, trying to find balance—and in that search, it moves everything."

Chuck's eyes became a little hazy again because of the alcohol. He murmured about the wind, but it seemed like he was also muttering about his own lack of freedom.

"East, West"

After a moment, he drank the last bit of wine in the glass and patted Ma Zhaodi on the shoulder.

"Man, I have to go home. I'm so happy today. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Chuck." Ma Zhaodi took the paper airplane from the table and said, "I was just pointing at it to show off to the kids."

As Chuck staggered toward the bar door, Ma Zhaodi spoke again.

"Hey, Chuck."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"If you get into trouble, you can find me at the Gotham Police Department, or you can come here."

"Hah, thank you."

He waved his hand and disappeared at the door of the bar.

Ma Zhaodi turned around and ate all the French fries in his hand.

It is not polite to directly put a bug or tracker on someone, he thought to himself, but fortunately, this is the information age, even if he doesn't rely on this method, he still has some other means to obtain the other party's information.

At this moment, the news on TV was almost coming to an end.

"Here's the latest news: Ms. Carmen Marie Falcone, who lives alone in Metropolis, was found half an hour ago in a pool of blood in an alley. Her teeth had been pulled out and her throat had been slit, but miraculously, she survived. She has been rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. The reason this news appeared on Gotham TV is because the elderly woman is suspected to be the adopted mother of Mr. Carmine Falcone, a well-known Gotham entrepreneur."

Ma Zhaodi, who was eating fried fish, was startled. He looked up at the TV screen, and his first thought was relief. The elderly woman had been rushed to the hospital, meaning she didn't die on the spot. This was a blessing in disguise.

The next thought was what the gangsters in the botanical garden said after they woke up - one of them threatened Carmine to hunt down the Riddler, but the Riddler found Poison Ivy and knocked them down in the botanical garden.

If we go by the description on TV, then the person who did it could only be the Joker.

The battle between the Joker and the Riddler. He thought to himself, what would become of Gotham City if there was a Falcone family and Poison Ivy?
He couldn't come up with an answer to this question, but he had a vague feeling that something big was about to happen soon.

He wiped his hands with a tissue, then followed a man out of the bar. The man had just secretly put a pill into another woman's glass and was now trying to take the woman away, probably to a hotel or inn.

Following behind the two men, Ma Zhaodi took out the assassin's blowpipe.

Tonight, the Psycho Biker joins the hunt.

About half an hour later, Chuck finally returned to his home.

He walked in, turned on the light, and hung his coat on the hanger at the door before walking inside. "I'm back."

No one answered, and rightfully so.

Two years ago, he divorced his wife and the custody of their child was awarded to his wife. Chuck now lives alone. Apart from paying a fixed amount of child support to his wife every once in a while, he occasionally visits his son. Apart from that, there is no one in his life.

Chuck turned on the light in the living room and sat down on the sofa. He deliberately avoided looking at the empty corner of the room, but turned on the TV instead. This way, there would always be voices in the room, which could help him escape from loneliness a little.

In fact, living alone is not a bad thing. Before Chuck got married, he also lived alone, but he didn’t feel lonely at that time. He had a job, colleagues, hobbies, and goals.

When he was truly embedded in this world, he naturally had connections with other people, and this connection eliminated his loneliness.

but now.
Chuck pulled out a cardboard box from under the sofa, which was filled with bottles of wine. He opened a bottle and poured it directly into his mouth.

A few months ago, he was fired for assisting a criminal, and although he was forced to do so, his boss didn't want to hear his explanation.

So now he has no family, no job, no colleagues, no goals, and he doesn't even read books on aerodynamics anymore.

The blue suit he was wearing was nothing more than the inertia of his life over the past years, pushing a walking corpse to continue living his life.

Should I do something? This thought flashed through his mind for a moment, then disappeared.

He took another sip of wine. There was no point in doing anything, and he didn't want to do anything right now.

At this moment, a hoarse and cold voice sounded in the room.

"Chuck Brown."

The sound was so terrifying that Chuck almost dropped the bottle in his hand. He turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and then saw a dark shadow standing in the corner of the room - a tall, strong dark shadow with two pointed ears. His voice was flat and it was impossible to tell whether he was angry or happy.

"You were once forced to build a clown car for the Joker. You must have a way to contact him - please find that way."

Although the wording was a request, the tone sounded more like a command.

"Uh, I was just forced to do it. I really don't want to have anything to do with him anymore."

"Chuck Brown, you saw the news, right?"

When Chuck heard this, he subconsciously looked at the TV. Of course he saw it. The miserable condition of the old lady Carmen Marie Falcone was still being broadcast on the screen.

"He attacked a family of five this morning, Chuck. The child in that family is about the same age as yours. And if he can't find the Joker, he'll keep killing people. Kill the Riddler, kill ordinary people, the elderly, children. Are you indifferent to this?"

Chuck fell silent again after hearing what Batman said. He was very afraid of the Joker, but the cases Batman talked about did remind him of his son. When he looked up, he could see the miserable condition of the old woman on TV again.

"Just find him, no need for you to fight, Chuck."

After a long silence, Chuck placed the bottle on the table.

"I'll help you," he replied, "but I have one request."

"You have to keep my son safe."

(End of this chapter)