Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 20 A Calm Day

"squeak--"

The truck's brakes were stepped on, and the bat stretched out a hand, as if with tremendous force, and easily snatched control of the steering wheel from Carl.

"Carl Scott."

A cold and ruthless voice rang out from its mouth, a duet with a hoarse electronic sound, like the voice of some demon from hell that came to the world, making Carl tremble.

"You know two people from the Falcone family."

"I" Carl subconsciously wanted to deny it, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't dare to say them out loud.

The bat's pupilless eyes stared at him, its cold gaze seeming to penetrate his heart.

But he couldn't voluntarily reveal the information about the Falcone family, so after mumbling for a moment, he trembled and said, "I, I'm just a truck driver."

"What did those two people make you do at four o'clock last Wednesday night?"

"I"

"Three years ago, in the early morning of September 16th, you were involved in a hit-and-run accident. The woman with a child was killed instantly by your collision, her internal organs ruptured. You got out of the car and watched the child in her arms bleed to death before leaving the scene."

"Two years ago, on December 7th and December 25th, you crashed into a motorcycle and then ran over a drunk man lying on the road; last year..."

Carl listened to him recounting what he had done in a mechanical tone. The fear in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and eventually turned into a guilty, hysterical anger: "Enough! I don't know what you're talking about! You weirdo."

"Click"

"what--!"

The black pistol fell at his feet. Carl's right arm, which had been intended to pull out the gun, had become limp and hung slightly deformed beside him.

"answer my question."

The bat monster's tone remained calm and cold, as if it wasn't the one that had just broken Carl's arm.

"I don't fucking care!"

"Click"

Carl fell to the ground from the door of a truck. He had just tried to open the door with his left hand to escape, so this time his right leg was broken.

"I said, I said!"

The excruciating pain in his right arm and leg made Carl feel like dying. He no longer dared to fight this monster for the sake of his two so-called good brothers: "I'm telling you everything! Don't do anything to me!"

Bat got out of the car and easily picked him up with one hand, like he was holding a chicken. He waved his hand and shot out a rope. A few seconds later, the two of them soared high up and quickly jumped onto the roof of a nearby building.

"speak."

After Carl explained everything he knew, he saw the bat stop staring at him and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I've said everything I can say. Can you let me go now?"

However, the bat didn't even turn its head, but took out Carl's phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, this is Gotham Police Department."

"Tell Gordon to come to Audisburg to arrest someone. There's a fugitive suspect here who has committed multiple hit-and-run and manslaughter cases."

When Karl heard their conversation, his eyes were bloodshot: "No! You can't do this to me! You lying freak!"

"Bang!" A fist as big as a sandbag hit his mouth lightly, knocking all his teeth into pieces, and his two front teeth were knocked directly to the ground.

Carl, whose cheek was swollen, suddenly fell silent.

"I'll keep the phone open. You can find him in the truck by following the location." As he said this, he picked up Carl again and stabbed him in the neck, causing him to faint instantly.

"Come quickly and remember to call an ambulance."

As the last words fell, the black bat spread its wings again and flew into the night sky, disappearing into the thick darkness over Gotham City. It was heading for its next target.

As always, every night.

"Where did you get such a weird thing?"

"What a weird thing! I drove it back here from Audisburg in just twelve minutes. Please respect my driving skills."

"What the hell? This unicycle can fly?"

"It's a wheelchair, thank you."

Ma Zhaodi flipped the unicycle over casually, and it turned back into a ghost fire wheelchair, but the colorful lights were turned off. If it was placed in the house and the colorful lights were turned on, it would really cause some light pollution.

"." Drake fell into a brief silence. From his point of view, neither the wheelchair nor the unicycle fits his stereotype of high-speed transportation.

Well, stereotype.

"All in all, did work go smoothly today?"

"Harvey Dent is here."

".No fight?"

"You really know the situation over there!"

"I'm not stupid, I can hear some of the wind."

Seeing that Ma Zhaodi seemed a little unstable, Derek quickly calmed him down: "Calm down, calm down, this kind of thing is a rare accident, Harvey usually doesn't run there."

But after running over there, they can basically do something big, either by obtaining information or forcing people to take action.

A year ago, someone really couldn't help but shoot Harvey in the bulletproof vest. That time, he was lying on the hospital bed and cooperated with Batman and Sheriff Gordon. They took this opportunity to clean up a lot of the Falcone family's gray industries and also captured an important member of the Falcone family.

"And putting aside these rare incidents, the tips are still substantial."

"That's right." As soon as the salary was mentioned, Ma Zhaodi's mood immediately calmed down. The three hundred US dollars of asset points used for today's modification and driving were provided by his tips.

I can only say that the rich in Gotham are really not poor.

The only flaw was that the perfume of the rich woman he was meeting seemed a little too sticky. There was still a hint of the smell on Ma Zhaodi's right buttock, which made him sigh that his aunt's hands were so sweaty.

There's nothing I can do, I have to live.

That night, Ma Zhaodi casually flipped through the waiter's experience recorded on the system record board. After all, he was a monk who worked for a day and the clock was ticking. As long as the salary was paid, he was always dedicated to his job. Learning from more excellent experiences would help him improve his service level and earn more tips.

After enjoying a dinner cooked by Lady Camilla, he took a hot bath, counted his wages, took a reassuring look at the unfortunate ghost hanging on the gargoyle tonight, and then fell asleep.

Today is Ma Zhaodi's third day in Gotham. Apart from meeting Harvey Dent, the almost gunfight at the workplace, the ghost-light wheelchair, and being chased and shot at by a few idiots on the way home, nothing happened.

It's another calm day.

(End of this chapter)