Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 189 Kite Man

Disguising oneself is a very simple matter for Ma Zhaodi.

He was proficient in advanced disguise, so disguising himself was not a difficult task. However, he did not use disguise skills before meeting the Riddler. The reason was simple - this was a trick to pass off fakes as genuine, which could effectively deal with most scenarios. However, fake was fake after all. Disguise could only blend into the crowd, but if someone closely inspected it, the disguise would be quickly exposed.

The best way to deal with the Riddler is to use unconventional and unexpected tactics.

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Of course, Ma Zhaodi didn't dare to use potions indiscriminately. He still remembered that in Harry Potter, Hermione drank the Polyjuice Potion with cat hair added and turned into a human body with a cat's head. She seemed to have stayed in the school hospital for two full months before she recovered.

So he did ask Batman to find a middle-aged uncle in Gotham City (having said that, he was actually exactly 30 years old, not much older than Ma Zhaodi), and that uncle's ancestors were indeed authentic Gotham Black Flag.

His parents were gangsters who died in a gang fight when he was a minor. He himself was also a gangster and was taken away by Batman in the war between the Joker and the Riddler not long ago. He has no family and no friends or relatives, and his real name is indeed Okhoric Thor.

Ma Zhaodi chose this orphan at first sight among many orphans, mainly because his name had a sense of dream connection.

With this identity, he finally became a member of the Riddler's camp, with specialties in marksmanship, bicycles, and perversion. As for other things like freezing and birdsong, he claimed that they were the effects of Batman's magical gadgets and had nothing to do with him. He also said that he had completely abandoned the light and joined the dark, and it was impossible for him to have anything to do with Batman anymore.

The Riddler remained silent. He did not completely trust Ma Zhaodi. This man gave him the feeling that he was too much like the policeman who had messed with people's psychology before.

On this day, the Riddler suddenly gave Ma Zhaodi a task.

"Perverted Bicyclist, I have a mission for you."

At this moment, Ma Zhaodi was playing coin-guessing with the two-faced man. He turned around and asked, "What mission?"

"Recruit someone, or kill him - facing an opponent like the Joker, the more cards we have, the better, and the fewer cards we leave for him, the better."

"Who to recruit?"

"A dispensable little character, a loser, a clown seeking to attract attention, a fool who can't see the situation clearly, a target of public criticism who is disliked by everyone."

"Nygma, I really think your eloquence and intelligence are amazing, really—but could you please stop using that breathless way of speaking and just say your name?"

The Riddler was silent for a moment, then spoke again, "Kite Man."

"That's it, isn't it?" Ma Zhaodi sighed. "Is there anything else I should pay attention to?"

The Riddler ignored him and turned away.

"Get the intelligence yourself. Riddler doesn't pay you that high a salary to live on, kid." Mr. Zas, standing nearby, tactfully answered for Riddler. "As for weapons—didn't you have two pistols modified with submachine gun magazines? If you prefer knives, you can buy them from me. Honesty, hehe."

His upper body was bare, covered in a dense web of scars, stretching from his chest to his back and down to his abdomen. It was so hideous and terrifying that it even gave Ma Zhaodi a hint of trypophobia. One could probably guess from his appearance that his legs were also covered in the same dense scars as his upper body. As a serial killer, he was a complete psychopath, carving a scar with each kill. He did obtain information about his murders himself, but he believed guns were unreliable, so he typically used a knife.

"That's not necessary." Ma Zhaodi shook his head: "I'm not very good with a knife. A gun is more suitable for me."

The two-faced man seemed unaware of the conversation between the few people. He was playing with the black and white coins in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

The kite man is flying in the sky.

He was wearing a light green combat uniform and had a small backpack on his back. Extending from the backpack was a huge green kite. In the cloudless night sky, the air currents were carrying it to fly.

He adjusted his posture slightly, and a booster airflow spurted out from the backpack on his back to help him glide downwards. In just a flash, he rushed several meters away.

Chuck combined his kite drawings with a jet backpack and eventually made this kite backpack. The kite structure can fly continuously with the help of airflow, while the jet part can adjust the direction, as well as accelerate and decelerate.

This was his own personal aircraft. The wind was his longtime friend, and the kite was his favorite toy. He was intimately aware of every wisp of air that touched his skin. He steered the kite backpack, soaring nimbly through the wind, appearing relaxed and free. He could fly anywhere he wished.

But he wasn't as happy now as he had been on that previous flight.

He looked at the city below him. He was already in the park area. Since the flight altitude was high enough and the air flow was strong, he basically didn't have to worry about being hit by bullets.

The block was in a mess at this time, with thick smoke wafting out from the wreckage of buildings. A fishy wind carrying the smell of blood blew through every corner. The moon above was still shining, but the color was slightly darker and redder, like dried blood.

The myriad lights he had seen that night had dimmed to mere slivers in just half a month, leaving only impenetrable fortresses and heavily guarded sentries.

Chuck flew alone over the city. This was the nth time he had flown, and with each circle he made, he felt more and more sad.

Only after he flew into the sky did he see even more tragedies on the ground.

At this moment, he remembered what he had said on TV before.

"We have to choose a winner—if we want the Joker to die, we have to help the Riddler; if we want the Riddler to die, we have to help the Joker!"

He hesitated, knowing what the Riddler and the Joker had done. Besides, he wasn't a soldier. He'd crafted this flight uniform and kite backpack simply to fulfill a past wish. With that in mind, he decided to return home.

The huge kite was spinning in the air, trying to return home.

At this moment, a glaring red on the ground caught his attention. It was a little boy in red clothes, sitting in the ruins, holding a woman's hand and crying.

Chuck looked at this scene and inexplicably thought of his son and his ex-wife.

Then the kite slowly descended.

(End of this chapter)