Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 175 Little Floyd's Disdain
Batman was quite angry when he called the hospital in Metropolis.

He used the Batplane to rush to Metropolis as soon as possible, and then saw with his own eyes that the old lady had her arteries cut by the Joker and was thrown into the alley. Thinking of her life of wandering and her tenacity, and the thought of such a person being persecuted, he subconsciously clenched his fists.

After making sure that the old lady was out of danger in the hospital, Batman immediately drove his Batplane back to Gotham City. He was completely furious at this time and even had murderous intentions towards the Joker.

But this emotion was not the first time he had appeared. He had received special training for this, so he was still able to control his anger in a short period of time and turn it into his motivation.

He returned to the Batcave and immediately looked for information about people related to the Joker. He finally found a man named Charles "Chuck" Brown, who had worked with three other people to build the Joker Chariot for the Joker. Afterwards, three of the four people were killed, but he survived.

According to his confession, he himself didn't know why, but he was forced to build the Joker Chariot for the Joker - even though the police found that the Joker had transferred some money to his card, he insisted that he had no business relationship with the Joker.

The police then confiscated the money as stolen money, but did not hold the aerodynamicist criminally responsible because in the surveillance video, he was indeed hit on the head by a revolver.

But Batman didn't care about these at the moment. He was full of anger and only knew that Chuck Brown might find the Joker.

When Batman found the bar where Chuck was, he discovered that there was another guy he knew inside, the police officer, Ma Zhaodi.

Batman originally wanted to drag the guy out of the bar and hang him on the gargoyle statue in Gotham's clock tower to sober up, but after seeing Ma Zhaodi, he canceled the plan because the two seemed to be having a good conversation and Ma Zhaodi might have really saved the old lady's life.

Outside the bar, he thought of what Ma Zhaodi had said to him in the botanical garden.

"When someone doesn't want to answer your questions, you have no right to force him to answer because he has no obligation to do so. He is not a criminal."

"A neutral person won't actively become an enemy unless someone actively pushes him towards the opposite side, and your attitude is pushing that person towards the opposite side."

"When asking for help, you should always use the word 'please'. This is a courtesy that even children know, unless their parents haven't taught them."

Recalling these three sentences, Batman's anger began to be truly suppressed by reason. After being warned by the police, Chuck Brown was never involved in criminal activities again. In other words, he was an ordinary citizen.

I have no right to ask an ordinary citizen to help me find out the whereabouts of the clown in an ordering attitude, because everyone has the instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm. They want to stay away from lunatics and want to survive. There is nothing wrong with that.

So he left the bar and went straight to Chuck's house.

In the end, Batman rarely spent some time talking and no longer gave orders with his usual cold and harsh attitude. Instead, he persuaded Chuck to agree to do it on his own initiative.

It turns out that Chuck Brown does seem to be an ordinary person who was coerced, and his added value to Batman's request is "his son's safety" rather than "money."

Chuck doesn't have the Joker's contact information, but luckily, he has the number of another person who can reach the Joker.

So he made the call and arranged a meeting time.

"Well, I don't know if you remember me, Floyd. I'm Chuck. Chuck Brown."

Chuck stood on the rooftop among the brightly lit high-rise buildings. He looked a little nervous, his tone was cautious, and he even stuttered a little.

He wasn't afraid of the height, but of the man standing next to him: Floyd Lawton, Jr., codenamed Deadshot. He had no superpowers, but his sheer skill made him a super criminal.

There are wrong names, but there are no wrong nicknames. The strongest point of the Death Shooter is his marksmanship.

"The world's deadliest marksman," "the most accurate shooter on the planet," and "the ultimate mercenary"—these are all his titles. If one were to measure his marksmanship, the skills of the two clowns Ma Zhaodi had seen, or Clinton, who had spent six months on the "Old Jack" bus, were simply not on the same level.

If we use the system's rating method, Death Shooter's marksmanship rating will undoubtedly be above Master - within a range of two to three thousand meters, he can use his specially modified sniper rifle to shoot ten bullets and hit ten coins.

Pistols, rifles, sniper rifles, submachine guns. He is proficient in almost every model and every caliber of firearms; his super physical ability and close combat skills also make him have almost no weaknesses; the special armor on his body can help him absorb shock and bullets, blocking the hail of bullets; the sight on the armor mask has built-in radar and thermal sensing, which greatly enhances his vision, hearing and other environmental observation abilities. Sometimes he doesn't even need to aim, and can hit the target without even looking with his eyes.

Faced with this mercenary with such impressive capabilities and a formidable record, Chuck was naturally nervous. He carefully considered his words, fearing that any of them would anger the other party.

"If you don't remember Chuck Brown, you might remember that the Joker hired someone to build a Jokermobile, and I did some key work for him. I helped design the aerodynamics."

"I mean, uh, there were four people doing this, and he killed three of them, so."

Deadshot took a puff of his cigarette and didn't answer. It was unclear whether he heard Chuck's mumbling clearly. After a while, he finally handed the almost empty cigarette butt to Chuck and said, "Hold it steady."

So Chuck did as he was told, and continued, "Well, I think maybe he didn't kill me because he thought I could still help him in the future if he needed me."

"So now, it seems like he's going to war with the Riddler. I think I should probably take the initiative and go find him."

"Raise it higher." Deadshot still didn't answer him, but gestured for him to raise the cigarette butt.

Chuck obediently raised his right hand and held the cigarette butt higher, like a standing sculpture.

"I was thinking, since you're on his side, I should come to you and maybe you can talk to him or something. I'll do anything to help."

"it is good."

"Ok?"

Chuck was overjoyed to hear the sudden reply from the Deadshot. He looked up and saw the other party standing several meters away and giving him a thumbs up.

Then he clenched his fist, revealing the black muzzle of a gun on his special wrist guard.

bang!

"what--!"

(End of this chapter)