Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 191 Fly, Chuck, Fly
Chuck looked at the black muzzle of the gun and felt a little scared.

But he was not actually afraid of guns. In fact, when Chuck was holding a cigarette and a pencil for the Dead Shooter on the rooftop, he had already discovered that he did not seem to be too afraid of guns, at least not as afraid as others.

He could hold up a cigarette while facing the muzzle of Deadshot's gun without shaking his hand - maybe it was because he was used to seeing guns when he worked for the Joker last time, or maybe it was because he himself had nothing and was not afraid of death. But no matter what the reason was, Chuck knew one thing, that is, he had some courage.

But at this moment, he was really scared because there was a boy and a woman behind him.

The boy was the same age as little Charlie, and the woman was the same age as the ex-wife.

If I get shot here, he thought, it's the end of them both.

So I can't die here.

But what can I do? Is there anything I can do to save them?
"I'm giving you one last chance to answer, 'Hero'."

The soldier's finger was on the trigger: "Pay up and leave, or die here."

At this moment, a cloud of dust was suddenly blown up from the ruins and hit the two of them.

The soldier seemed unaware, but Chuck sensed something keenly and listened attentively.

call--

It's the wind.

Huhu——

Flying sand and rocks, smoke and dust everywhere.

Gale.

The wind touched his body, and Chuck suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

"Okay," he replied suddenly, "I'll give you money."

The soldier put down his gun and said with a smile, "That's right. To be a hero or to die, this should be an easy choice."

However, Chuck did not answer him. He carefully felt the wind on his body. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, almost pushing him to run.

So he ran.

woohoo-

The wind is blowing.

The sand and dirt in the ruins were completely blown up by the strong wind. The soldier could only close his eyes, his hands tightly grasping the gun, and then he pulled the trigger. He wanted to open his mouth to shout at Chuck, but he swallowed a mouthful of sand instead.

What a strong wind.

Chuck closed his eyes and carefully felt the surging airflow. He ran two steps along the wind, picked up the child with one hand and grabbed the unconscious woman with the other. The green backpack on his back instantly extended and flattened, turning into a huge kite.

Fly, Chuck, fly, fly high.

He seemed to hear many voices coming from the wind, which were shouting the same thing as the strong wind and his heart.

They let him fly.

So he took off.

A huge green kite suddenly rose from the ground and soared into the sky. The strong wind blew on Chuck's back, helping him fly faster and higher.

Finally, he took the two of them flying into the night sky of Gotham and above the clouds.

At this moment, the boy in red widened his eyes in surprise, staring blankly at the city in the night. Here, he could clearly see every block and every light in the city, as well as the stars and the bright moon above his head.

The boy couldn't help but open his arms, like a bird spreading its wings, feeling the air current lifting the two of them up and soaring in the sky. This was something he had imagined countless times in his dreams.

"Come back! Bastard! Come back!" The soldiers shot angrily into the sky, but Chuck had already flown high into the sky, and his marksmanship was not enough to hit the huge kite at this distance.

The other soldiers who came rushing over after hearing the noise looked at the kite in the sky in confusion, and followed his example to shoot into the air. A firepower network was about to take shape.

"You can't go back today."

A cold and hoarse voice suddenly sounded from the darkness, and everyone present was shocked.

"Batman!"

"Fire, fire!"

In just a sentence or two, a figure dropped from the sky and knocked a soldier to the ground.

Click!

It’s still the familiar percussion sound effects, and it’s still the familiar stealth style.

Da da da--

Several men immediately opened fire with their automatic rifles. Amidst the muzzle fire, flickering flames revealed a dark figure. Like an invisible, intangible, and elusive ghost, he flickered through the crowd, breaking a soldier's bones with each appearance.

Dense gunfire and the sound of broken bones rang out, then began to become sparse until it disappeared completely.

After Batman dealt with this team of soldiers, he turned his attention to a low wall.

"Come out," he said. "There's no need to hide anymore."

Then, a figure wearing a black robe and a mask came out from behind the ruins, pushing a bicycle.

"Luckily you're fast enough." He smiled at Batman, "Otherwise I would have to take them both back."

"I told you I'd be there within three minutes of your signal, no more than five," Batman replied. "How's the situation with the Riddler?"

"Same as always, doing the usual things. Patrols, going out on field missions with every super villain sent out, buffing, eating, and collecting my salary - which Riddler gives me quite a bit."

After this period of time, Batman already knew what Ma Zhaodi meant by "buff", which probably meant that some people could enter a state where they could not be killed for 24 hours. This unique ability has saved hundreds of Gotham citizens so far, perhaps more.

"One more thing," Batman asked, "that gust of wind just now felt very familiar. Is that also your special ability?"

"Oh, that's a clover." Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "As you can see, it can create some wind, that's all."

After Chuck sent the woman and child to the hospital, he returned home alone. It was already late at night.

When he turned on the light, he suddenly discovered that there were two bags and a note on the table in the living room.

There were lollipops in one bag and lollipops in the other bag - but one was colorful and the other was white. It looked like one was fruit flavored and the other was milk flavored.

When Chuck saw the two bags, his pupils suddenly contracted. The two kinds of candy reminded him of his friend who had disappeared without a trace.

Is this a gift he left for himself?
He picked up the note and looked at the words on it.

"Chuck, I'm fine, and I'm glad to see you're fine too. If you plan to continue helping those injured in the war zone, take these two candies with you. If you don't want to take any more risks, just give them directly to Batman."

Chuck looked at the note, and he thought of Charlie groaning in pain on the hospital bed; he thought of what the Riddler had done to his son; he thought of what Batman had said about the Joker killing a family of five; he thought of the lights of thousands of houses he saw when he was flying in the night sky, turning into a few scattered ones, and the devastated Gotham.
Finally, he thought of the boy in red, who, like himself back then, spread his arms in the night sky.

So he reached out and picked up the two bags of lollipops.

"I've been flying kites my whole life. They've always been the coolest thing I've ever had," he thought. "And now, I can save many lives with the kites I designed myself."

“That makes it even cooler.”

(End of this chapter)