Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 19 Shadow of the Bat
On the quiet streets of Audisburg district late at night, a heavy truck was driving through the city carrying cargo.

Carl, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding a burger, casually gazed out the window. It was Gotham's nighttime. It was 10:05 PM, and the streets were practically empty of pedestrians and cars. The empty streets undoubtedly fueled his passion, and his speed reached 80.

He is also an old freight driver in Gotham. He has been driving this freight route for several years. This speed is nothing to him.

Drivers in Metropolis might try to balance their speed with the safety of passers-by, but in Gotham, Joel has long understood that the only way to make money is to smash conventional thinking, and of course, if necessary, smash a few passers-by.

After all, the reason he has managed to survive until now without being sent to the Gotham Police Department is not only his driving skills, but also his speed and a few good brothers who specialize in cleaning up traces.

And to be fair, his driving skills are indeed quite good. Over the years, he has not defeated many people. Although there are obviously fewer people passing by this route at this time, he does not think it is his problem.

"Life will find a way."

He munched on his burger and hummed incoherently, thinking that since no one seemed to have created a new business this year, he could at least be considered to be living a life of doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.

“Wuhu——!”

Just as he was feeling secretly proud, a sharp cheer accompanied by a dazzling streak of colorful light flew past the car window.

The cheers seemed to contain four parts excitement, three parts happiness, two parts fear and one part relaxation.

Damn the relaxation.

So what the hell is he?

His eyes widened like copper bells. He threw down the hamburger, leaned forward, and stretched his neck to see the true face of the colorful light. At that moment, many things came to his mind.

A rock-and-roll ice cream truck with a rocket on its rear end, a terrorist's dazzling motorcycle bomb, a midnight legend's highway ghost racer, a ghost-fire boy riding a ghost-fire motorcycle, and a psychopath wearing a tights and driving a homemade super tank.
"No, that's not right." He looked at the streak of light galloping away in the distance, his eyes filled with a confused look of doubting life.

"Is that a glowing wheelchair?"

“Wuhu——!”

At the same time, Ma Zhaodi is experiencing the ultimate feeling of speeding in a modified electric wheelchair.

A powerful upgrade, full power! Hit 120km/h, and with $ worth of assets to reach Intermediate Wheelchair Driving Mastery, you're the wheelchair-like Fujiwara Takumi of Akina Mountain! mph is the limit of this electric wheelchair, but it's far from yours!

The wheelchair's built-in LED light strips instantly transform you into the brightest person on the street! No more worrying about the awkward situation of overtaking on the highway. Even when you're in the same frame with Ghost Rider, you can still stand out in the special effects!
Thoughtful design, protection from wind and rain! Streamlined body structure, comfortable shock-absorbing seats, seat belts and airbags are all available to provide you with good protection!
In just seven minutes, Ma Zhaodi had driven the wheelchair out of Audisburg and was about to drive into the East District. The few streetwalkers who saw the colorful wheelchair speeding across the street basically gave up the idea of robbing or stealing.

Damn, who can hit this high-speed drifting thing with a gun?

Of course, there is no shortage of crazy people in Gotham City. There are still a few people who are confident in their shooting skills and fired at this ghost fire wheelchair.

However, these bullets naturally missed. The streak of light just twisted a few times and shook their crosshairs. The few bullets that were barely fired were not accurate at all.

Only a few people seized the fleeting opportunity, keeping the ghost fire wheelchair in the photo album of their mobile phone and uploading it to blogs and forums.

The good news is that before it runs faster than light, we can at least use this method to confirm that it is not an urban legend.

Ma Zhaodi sped off the road into the narrow buildings of the East District, his pace undiminished. He could navigate any lane wide enough for his wheelchair, and so the colorful will-o'-the-wisp slithered through the dilapidated streets and alleys with extreme agility, like some elusive ghost.

However, the route is based on the Gotham map navigation given by the system questions and answers. To be honest, it is much more reliable than the unethical navigation.

Finally, they arrived at a narrow alley. The map showed that they needed to get off the wheelchair. Ma Zhaodi braked quickly, and after a drift, the wheelchair stopped right at the entrance of the alley. He stood up and lifted it gently. The two sides of the wheelchair immediately retracted and folded towards the middle, turning it into a unicycle.

After pushing the wheelbarrow through the narrow alley, Drake's house is right in front of you.

"Let me see—10:12, that's OK. I'll try again tomorrow, and I can still raise the time."

It’s hard to say whether Gotham will have another urban legend of ghost wheelchair racing in a few days, but anyway, this city has become so crazy, so what does a wheelchair traveling at 120 kilometers per hour matter?

So he carried the old man's happy chair into the corridor.

On the rooftop of a building somewhere in the East District, Catwoman watched the young man she had saved before disappear from her sight carrying the Ghost Fire, silently digesting everything she had just seen. At this moment, she regretted what she had done.

"I thought Gotham couldn't get any crazier."

Ma Zhaodi: Nonsense!

At this time, Karl was still driving with one hand and cursing on the road.

"This is outrageous. I've never seen anything like this in my life—Gotham is getting weirder and weirder."

At this moment, a black bat shadow flew across the sky. The huge shadow it cast quickly covered Carl's truck and then slid towards the roof.

"What the hell is Scarecrow, Penguin, and the recently appeared Mr. Freeze? Damn it, there are more and more weirdos in Gotham. Oh, and there's also an urban legend of a bat monster."

He spat fiercely out the window: "Damn it all."

"Clap!"

The front windshield was directly broken, and a dark figure suddenly appeared in the narrow cockpit.

It's like a ghost, like a nightmare, like fear itself.

Like some kind of unstoppable, quiet madness.

Looking at its pupilless eyes, broad black wings, and sharp ears, Carl couldn't help but recall the urban legends he had heard countless times.

Whenever night falls, a terrifying black bat hovers in the sky above Gotham City, staring closely at anyone who dares to commit a crime or has already committed a crime, bringing them unforgettable fear and cruel and decisive execution.

So, filled with fear and despair, he trembled and said its name.

"Batman!"

(End of this chapter)