Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 184 Samurai Blade
In Gotham City at night, few pedestrians are walking hurriedly on the streets, and everyone wants to go home quickly.

The war between the Joker and the Riddler has sent panic through Gotham City. While the Upper West Side, home to the Joker, the East Side, and the Park District, sandwiched between them, represent the primary battlefields, residents of other neighborhoods fear being caught in the crossfire. While life in Gotham is not without its share of gunfire and violence, the daily hail of bullets is another matter.

Therefore, even though this is a fashionable area, not many people dare to go out at this time.

This is how it should be.

Tap tap tap.
Suddenly, a noisy sound of footsteps echoed around the corner. On the night street, groups of about thirty or forty people emerged. They were dressed in bizarre clothing, with hideous tattoos and ferocious faces. Some were burly, others had scars on their faces. But the one thing they all had in common was a gun.

Rifles, pistols, grenades, knives. A wide variety of weapons, a wide variety of clothing, a wide variety of hairstyles, and dense tattoos. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that these are the desperate thugs from the East District.

"Boss, why are we going to the cinema?"

"Idiot, when we set off, didn't the boss make the announcement on the stage? Or are you fucking deaf?"

"I was just watching Poison Ivy."

"If you want to die, remember to stay away from me and don't let your blood splash on me."

"Uh, so... what's in the movie theater?"

"Firefly, you idiot, remember, we are going to recruit Fireflies!"

"Firefly? The guy wearing armor that looks like a big-headed housefly and setting fire to the sky with a flamethrower?"

"The Riddler said to call him 'Mr. Firefly'—you know he's got a flamethrower in his hand, so be careful not to say anything that might anger him. If you do, you'll be burned to ashes, and no one will give you a pension."

"I don't like that guy. Gotham Police Department said he was a firefighter. What firefighter would be crazy enough to start a fire?"

"If you were burned like a roasted sweet potato and wrinkled up, unable to face people, you would be crazy enough to do anything bad."

At this point, the bald, burly man in the lead turned around and instructed the others, "Everyone, be careful! This guy seems to be trying to set fire here. Let him burn it. Be polite to him—the Riddler ordered that he be sent back, not tied up."

"Then why do we bring so many people?"

"Idiot, if he doesn't want to go back, we have to let him stay here forever - otherwise what if he goes to help the Joker?"

As they were talking, a group of people had already arrived next to the cinema. They could see the empty ticket hall from outside the glass door.

"Ha." The burly man laughed disdainfully. "I've said it before, don't make a superhero movie. Look, there's no one in the cinema on Sunday."

At this moment, the younger brother beside him subconsciously asked: "Where are the fireflies?"

Everyone looked around and found that the streets were completely deserted, with only street lights and the cold night wind. Even if they looked up at the sky, there were only stars and a full moon in the clean night sky, and no super criminals dressed like green-headed flies.

Have fireflies entered the cinema?

The bald strong man looked at the spacious, clean and deserted street, and felt that the pale light of the street lamp seemed a little scary at this moment. He rolled his eyes and immediately sensed a hint of danger.

"Guns out," he said. "Something's not right."

At this moment, footsteps were heard again on the streets on both sides, more dense and compact than theirs.

Dozens of Falcone gang members, dressed in black suits and ties, each armed with a pistol, appeared on both sides, trapping the East Side thugs in the middle. "The Joker figured out our plan."

"Did Firefly join the Joker?"

"If he joins the Joker, you'll see a giant, fire-breathing blowfly when the battle begins."

“Then I’d rather not see it.”

On the rooftop nearby, Ma Zhaodi took out an ice-blue mushroom and curiously asked, "Why don't they use machine guns?"

“They used it.”

As soon as Batman finished speaking, the windows of the buildings in front and behind the East District Thugs suddenly opened, and machine guns appeared in the windows.

"I see," Ma Zhaodi sighed. "This isn't a gang fight at all. This is the most direct form of warfare—Batman, remember to wait until the mushrooms explode before entering."

"What mushrooms?"

“This mushroom!”

Ma Zhaodi stretched out his hand and threw with all his strength, and three ice-blue mushrooms were thrown directly into the crowd in the middle of the street, one on each of the left, middle and right.

Batman saw the three mushrooms rapidly expanding in the air, and there seemed to be a white aura surging in the surrounding air. Finally, they exploded in the air at three locations on the street at the same time.

The entire street was instantly engulfed by a cold front, as if entering an ice age. The Falcone family's gunmen, the East Side thugs in the middle of the street, and the machine gunners in the windows on either side were all frozen beneath a thin layer of ice, like stuffed animals trapped in amber.

"Hurry up and get in! The freeze will end in three seconds and everyone will slow down."

Ma Zhaodi's voice rang in his ears, and he jumped down on his bicycle. A rope hook immediately shot out from the rear of the bicycle and nailed it to the upper floor. He rode directly to the flat ground on the 90-degree wall.

Batman didn't need to go through so much trouble. He leaped up, shook his cape and turned it into bat wings, gliding silently over everyone's heads.

Let’s destroy the machine gun first, he thought to himself.

So when he flew over several machine gun windows, he threw six bat-shaped darts quickly and continuously with both hands. Six bat-shaped darts drew six beautiful arcs, accurately penetrated the fragile ice layer, and hit the machine gunners in several windows. The anesthetic on the darts was immediately injected into the machine gunner's body.

The next second, the ice on the street disappeared out of thin air, and the machine gunner in the window fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

At this time, Ma Zhaodi also rushed into the crowd on a bicycle. He had a big pumpkin head on his head, took out two pistols with both hands, and activated the "I didn't kill anyone" skill twice in succession - at this time, no one would die within a radius of 28 meters with him as the center.

bang! bang! bang!

Three bullets accurately hit the three hands that wanted to pull the trigger. The firearms skills that Ma Zhaodi had honed day after day in the system simulation finally came in handy at this moment.

The speed and maneuverability of the bicycle were stretched to the extreme at this time. Ma Zhaodi turned into a shadow, sometimes weaving through the crowd, sometimes flying over the walls on both sides, using double guns to call out the slow-moving people, and each bullet pierced a palm.

[Pistol: Samurai Blade (Standard)
Price: $10,000 USD asset points
Note: What is Beretta M9? Does that thing have unlimited bullets?

Note 2: Achieving an S rating in the system simulation shooting game will qualify you for the purchase.

(End of this chapter)