Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 176: Holy shit, how the hell did you get into my house?!
On the rooftop, Deadshot and Chuck Brown stood facing each other. Deadshot suddenly aimed the wrist guard in his hand at Chuck who was holding a cigarette butt and shot him.

The hot metal bullet brushed past Chuck's ear with a stream of air. The pain and fear made him scream. He covered his ears, and the cigarette butt in his hand fell to the ground and went out instantly.

"Ugh, ugh, that hurts."

Chuck covered his ears and screamed in pain, but at this moment he was only filled with fear, and did not even feel much anger, or rather, he did not dare to be angry, and did not dare to show his anger.

The Death Shooter was fiddling with the wristband in his hand and didn't even look at him.

"Yeah, I knew it. The calibration is wrong. The trajectory is off to the right."

After he finished, he looked up at Chuck Brown across from him.

"Would you mind staying a little longer? I remember I have a pencil. You could hold it for me."

Chuck covered his ears and took the pencil from his hand.

"No, Chuck, this won't work!"

Chuck, wearing a blue suit, held up a bottle of wine and tried to imitate Batman's voice to Ma Zhaodi. However, his imitation was not very realistic. His voice was sometimes high and sometimes low after drinking, which made him look a little funny. "The number you got from Lawton points to a non-existent network operator. It can't be traced and is completely useless. God, that guy has no idea what I went through on the rooftop!"

Ma Zhaodi patted his shoulder and poured him another glass of wine. "And then what? Did he hit you? Or grab you by the collar and threaten you?"

"That's not the case." Chuck muttered a few words: "He said he would give me $100,000. This guy is quite rich."

When Ma Zhaodi heard the price, he immediately picked up a bottle of wine and took a few gulps of happy water.

The bitter wine went down my throat, and my heart ached. Why didn't I earn the money? I just wanted the asset points, and I could give the cash to Chuck.

"I can talk too. I can also negotiate with Deadshot. I'm so jealous."

Chuck was drunk at the moment and didn't notice Ma Zhaodi's mumbling. He continued, "Anyway, I promised him to use this phone to arrange a meeting with the Joker. I'll be there, and so will the Joker, and so will Batman—God, I can't imagine what the scene will be like when we get there."

I can imagine what Ma Zhaodi was thinking: if Batman really went, the Joker would probably be beaten badly.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore, I have to give the clown - wait, wait"

Chuck half-closed his eyes, looked at the sofa where he was sitting, then looked at the familiar walls and furniture around him, as well as the bottle of wine in his hand. Finally, his gaze turned to Ma Zhaodi next to him: "That's not right. Why do I remember that I was drinking in a bar? How did I suddenly get home? Holy shit, how the hell did you get in here?!"

"Alas." Ma Zhaodi sighed. "When you drink too much, you'll want to find someone to chat with. So when I drink and chat with you, I have to remember to say 'Thank you, Ma Zhaodi' instead of 'Fuck, how the hell did you get in?!' and other ungrateful words. Don't ask me why I'm in your house - because you're already drunk at the bar, and without me, you'd have to sleep there all night!"

As Ma Zhaodi explained, Chuck gradually remembered his experience of getting drunk in the bar today.

That's right, because he had to call the Joker to arrange a meeting, his mood today was worse than before, so he drank a little more in the bar - after all, he was a regular customer, and the boss Liles would not just throw him out on the street.

While half drunk and half awake, there was indeed a voice asking me where my home was, and I did answer it.

Then, when I regained consciousness, I was already at home drinking.

"Thank you, Lao Ma."

Chuck shook his head vigorously. He was still dizzy at the moment, otherwise he would not have been able to tell everything about Batman and the Joker.

Wait, wait. What did I say to Ma Zhaodi?
When he finally realized that he had revealed Batman's plan because of his drunkenness, his face turned pale.

"Do not--"

"Chuck, what are you mumbling about?" Ma Zhaodi asked worriedly, "Are you sober now? You just kept talking about the Joker, Batman and other drunken things, and I had to say a few words with you - God, have you read too many Gotham stories? How can those lunatics have any connection with ordinary people like us? And what about the hundred thousand dollars? Are you crazy about money?" Chuck was stunned for a few seconds when he heard his words, and the despair in his heart quickly turned into the joy of luck, and he immediately began to echo Ma Zhaodi's words.

"Ha, ha, ha, well, you know, Lao Ma, I'm just like that—I've been so broke lately, and I can't find a job. When I get drunk, I start talking nonsense. I imagine myself helping superheroes fight criminals, or I imagine myself suddenly making a fortune. Oh, you mustn't tell anyone about this, it's too embarrassing."

"Okay, okay." Ma Zhaodi responded smoothly, "You really should drink less, Chuck."

After saying that, he looked up at the clock in the hall, then put down the empty bottle, stood up, and patted Chuck on the shoulder.

"It's almost time for me to leave. Chuck, don't worry too much, remember to drink some hot water - you'll be fine."

The door clicked shut, and Ma Zhaodi really walked out.

Chuck stared blankly at the door for a few minutes before taking another swig of his drink and relaxing, collapsing onto the couch.

He was very glad that Ma Zhaodi did not believe his drunken words and the matter was not exposed.

"Hey, this is...?"

He lowered his head and suddenly saw two candies left on the table, one milk candy and one strawberry candy.

"Did Lao Ma drop this?"

He thought about it and threw the candy into his pocket. It was not worth much, and Old Ma probably wouldn't mind him giving it to his son.

Batman also gave him a reward of $100,000, which meant he could take his son out for a nice meal. Of course, his favorite thing was flying a kite with his son.

Thinking of this, he picked up the phone and dialed the number.

Jingle Bell--

After a short ringing time, the call was connected.

Chuck took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Facing such a moody madman, he was actually very nervous.

"Hello, Mr. Clown. If you remember me, I once helped you design the clown car."

On the other end of the phone, a voice that gave me goosebumps rang out.

"Hmm? Clown car—I don't remember much. What did you mean?"

"Well, I thought you kept me because I was still useful."

"Keep you? What's your name?"

"Brown, Charles Brown, you can just call me Chuck."

At this time, the Joker's answer was beyond Chuck's expectations.

"Oh, Chuck Brown."

"I remember you. I remember your name."

(End of this chapter)