Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 185 The fire is not standard, Lao Ma lowers his head and turns

After dealing with the machine gunners on both sides, Batman put away his cloak and landed silently among the crowd.

He watched Ma Zhaodi firing accurately at the crowd with two guns, eliminating all the firepower points that wanted to shoot, and subconsciously took note of it in his mind.

"First, they have excellent marksmanship, or rather, very good. Maybe not as good as the supervillain mercenary Deathstroke, but definitely not far behind. Second, they have a mushroom that can freeze and slow down a large area. It doesn't seem to be lethal, but it has extremely strong control capabilities. Third, they have two types of sugar that can dissolve difficult toxins. Fourth, they have some amazing plants that don't seem to grow on Earth. Fifth, they can control birds. Sixth, their pistol doesn't have any reload action, but they've already fired dozens of rounds."

"This guy might be trustworthy for now, but he's trouble."

At this time, the three groups of people on the street were already in an uproar.

"What's going on with this guy? Is he riding a bicycle? Does that thing have a racing engine installed?!"

"Batman is here too! I'm freezing, there's no way I can fight him!"

"Damn it, why is that pumpkin-head's shooting skills so terrifying!"

Click!

Oh, and that last sound is the sound of Batman breaking a gangster's leg.

"Aim! Aim!"

"Aiming at your head! He's almost leaving a shadow on that bike! And my hands are so frozen that I can't even hold the gun."

"Aim for the bat—"

Click!

"what--"

Ma Zhaodi went in and out of the crowd seven times with the Samurai Blade with unlimited bullets. At this time, the two groups that were suddenly attacked had completely united as a front. All the gangsters knew that the most threatening group on the scene at this time was the team composed of Batman and the pervert on a bicycle.

Not to mention that they had all seen the news recently and knew what happened to those attacked by psychopathic cyclists.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot that cyclist! Don't let him catch you!"

"Being caught by Batman will only break your bones, but that cyclist will make you lose everything!"

"Stop his bike!"

However, verbal attacks have no power to harm perverts. The reason why Ma Zhaodi took out a gun instead of an assassin's blowpipe is because bullets are more effective at this time.

The frequency with which he pulled the trigger became more and more terrifying. The sound of gunfire exploded almost like the sound of firecrackers. Two storms of metal bullets were swung out from the muzzles of the two samurai blades, knocking down all the gunmen who tried to resist in the simplest and crudest way.

To put it simply, he started to spin.

If the Batman in Ma Zhaodi's world saw this scene, he would probably start testing on the spot whether he had been switched.

In two minutes, the gangsters only had time to scream a few times before Batman and the Psycho Biker crippled their hands and some of them had their legs broken, eliminating all ability to resist.

Three minutes later, sirens rang out on the street corner, and officers from the Gotham Police Department rushed to the scene and took dozens of gangsters who were lying on the ground, wailing and groaning, to the hospital.

On the rooftop, Ma Zhaodi looked at the gunmen all over the ground and felt quite regretful.

"Why did you call the police? I could just hang them all up."

"No." Batman's tone was cold and hard: "The medical pressure on the hospital is already very great. The criminals you hang will suffer secondary injuries at night."

Ma Zhaodi shrugged, what he said was not wrong.

"One more thing," he asked. "What do you think about that incident on TV?"

Batman turned his head and looked at him quietly. "Choosing a side sounds quite reasonable, doesn't it?"

Ma Zhaodi continued, "You can see that, too. The two of us combined are dealing with nearly a hundred people down there. It's like a butcher slaughtering chickens. Even if you were to do it alone, you'd just have to use more magical bat tools and be a little more ruthless."

"This is the effectiveness of superheroes or super criminals against ordinary people. Riddler or the Joker don't have a no-kill rule, so it's just easier for them than us. If it was Mr. Freeze, Deadshot, or Deathstroke, the mercenaries who came today, these people would have died directly on the street."

"And the Riddler and the Joker have more than just Mr. Freeze, Deadshot, or Deathstroke under their wing. Even if we combined the two of us, at best we'd only be the key to victory, not the third party that could overwhelm both of them simultaneously. I'm just asking, if you have a similar plan, could you please discuss it with me when the time comes?"

“How many kinds of candy do you have?”

Bat suddenly spoke, interrupting Ma Zhaodi.

"What? Oh, two kinds. Milk candy cures illness, and fruit candy heals injuries—why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Your candy saved Chuck's son's life."

Hearing this, Ma Zhaodi was stunned.

He had originally intended to leave those two candies for Chuck. As the intersection of three forces, Chuck would be in a very dangerous situation. He had also planned to find an opportunity to explain the function of those two candies to him later, but he didn't expect Chuck to give them directly to his son.

"Who did it?"

"The Riddler did it—the Joker used a fake bomb, not poison."

Ma Zhaodi immediately understood. He recalled that day when he escaped from the tavern and ran to find Chuck, only to find that Chuck was wearing an explosive vest and bungee jumping on a high tower with Batman.

No rope yet.

So he placed a clover on the ground - it could blow away anything that didn't touch the ground. When he robbed the bank, he used this plant to blow away the scarecrow's poison gas.

"Did the clown force him to dance?"

"He danced by himself—I want you to give me two candies."

Ma Zhaodi threw out two candies. At this moment, he was secretly glad that he had rushed over at that time.

At that time, the Joker still had the skill "I didn't kill anyone". If he had forced Chuck to jump, or if he had used a real explosive vest, Chuck would not have died. But Chuck happened to want to jump, and if he landed, he would really become Chuck sauce.

"Okay, but don't change the subject. The question we were talking about just now—"

Ma Zhaodi's voice stopped abruptly, and Batman beside him disappeared again.

"Byd Batman, he's already developed this problem after just one year of debut."

Ma Zhaodi sighed, rode his bicycle and left the scene cursing.

The next day, Ma Zhaodi went to work.

"Sheriff Gordon." He heard a police officer in the office ask Gordon, "What should we do? Should we really bet on one side like they say on TV? Help the Riddler, or help the Joker?"

"Joseph," Gordon replied, "We are the Gotham Police Department, the official protectors of this city. Working with Batman is already the limit of what I can do. The Riddler and the Joker are absolutely out of the question. If the citizens of Gotham saw us doing this, they would be devastated."

"But now, what should we do?" Joseph asked. "How can we win this war?"

Gordon's voice fell silent.

Neither of them spoke. After a while, someone knocked on Gordon's office door.

"Sheriff, there are two delivery boxes on our table with business cards on them. They are clearly addressed to you."

(End of this chapter)