Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 202 The Abnormal Bicyclist's Fourth Field Operation
PS: There was a typo in the previous chapter. It was a scarecrow, not a two-faced man.

As night falls, Gotham City is exceptionally quiet tonight.

In fact, it can't be said to be quiet. After all, there are still many Riddler's soldiers wandering the streets. It's just that some time ago, there were still gunshots, explosions, and flames everywhere in Gotham City at night. Compared with the nights of that period, tonight seems much more peaceful.

Ma Zhaodi rode a bicycle, swaying slowly through the neon-lit streets. His black robe passed through the colorful lights and then bumped into the smoky evening breeze blowing towards him.

The air current blowing past him carried a little moisture, which dissipated a lot of the summer heat. Even through the black robe, Ma Zhaodi could feel a little cool.

When the bicycle left the street, a sparkling river followed the road, emitting water vapor. The steaming water mist made Ma Zhaodi feel like he was at the seaside, so he subconsciously hummed a familiar tune.

"The flowers on the mountain are blooming, that's why I came to the mountain~"

"So you also went up the mountain to see the flowers blooming~"

"I don't understand what you're singing," the Scarecrow's voice said behind him. "But do we have to ride your bicycle slowly over there?"

"I can ride faster," Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "But I haven't wandered the streets so leisurely in a long time, especially at night—it reminds me of my hometown. Unfortunately, there are no night markets in Gotham, so you won't know the joy of going out to eat on the street in the middle of the night."

"The Riddler sent us to the Joker's territory to conduct a reconnaissance, and now I'm sitting on the back of your bike, speeding along with you like a psycho. It's already been fifteen minutes, and we haven't even made it out of the East Side." Scarecrow wasn't interested in the night market Ma Zhaodi mentioned and even put a sleeve on his shoulder. "Now, you'd better get to the Upper West Side within half an hour, otherwise, Nygma won't mind me going back alone to report."

Ma Zhaodi turned his head and saw a thin tube sticking out of the scarecrow's sleeve. It was one of the tools he used to release the fear poison gas.

"Alright alright."

As soon as Ma Zhaodi finished speaking, the speed of the bicycle suddenly increased. The scarecrow hurriedly retracted his outstretched hand and grabbed the back seat, thus avoiding falling off the bike.

He didn't want any physical contact with Ma Zhaodi. He was too treacherous. Every mission he went on had its share of accidents. The first time, an entire patrol and Kite Man were gone; the second time, Deathstroke Slade was gone; the third time, he was at a dinner party with the Riddler and had a knife stuck in his shoulder.

He also had to endure the pain to finish his dinner, pretending to be calm and mocking the clown. In fact, after returning from dinner, the Riddler did not eat any food that required two-handed knife and fork for the next few days, and he was even wrapped in bandages this morning.

You can tell it's probably really painful.

To be honest, most of the other super villains are impressed by the Riddler's good upbringing. Ma Zhaodi has not been shot dead by the Riddler yet - but then again, it is because the Riddler has shown this rational attitude that he can recruit a considerable number of super criminals.

Just as the bicycle was about to leave the streets of the East District, Ma Zhaodi suddenly slowed down. He rushed into the nearby buildings with the scarecrow and disappeared from the road in a few seconds.

"Do you have any—"

"Jonathan, someone's coming."

Ma Zhaodi's words interrupted the Scarecrow's rant. He paused for a moment, then looked toward the street beyond. Three figures, one thin and two fat, seemed to loom. "Can you recognize them?" Ma Zhaodi said. "One is the Clue Master. His red uniform is easy to spot, but the other two..."

The scarecrow looked at the three figures and suddenly smiled eerily.

"Hey, those are the Joker's new men. They're not famous, and they haven't done anything big. Of course, you don't know them—but no matter what, they're all the Joker's men."

"You're lucky tonight." He grinned through his face, which was covered in a torn sack, revealing a creepy smile. He patted Ma Zhaodi cheerfully and said, "I guess even the unlucky ones can have their moments of good fortune."

"So you know who they are?"

"The Jingle Bells," replied the Scarecrow, "you need to use your brains to contend with those inhuman freaks. I know them all, of course—but those brothers are nothing more than fools who've read too many fairy tales and fancy themselves villains."

"Oh, the Tinker Bell brothers from Alice in Wonderland would probably have a lot in common with the Mad Hatter."

At this time, the three figures on the street gradually came closer.

"So who is the older brother? Who is the younger brother?" The Clue Master was wearing a yellow half-mask that completely covered the half of his face below his eyes, so his voice was a little dull.

"I'm the older brother." The bald fat man took a bite of the sandwich in his hand. He was wearing a loose white vest, black striped pants, and a pair of red sneakers. He looked a little funny.

"I'm the younger brother." The fat man wearing a hat took the sandwich from his brother. His body shape, appearance and voice were no different from his brother's. He also had a bulging belly, was covered in fat, and looked like he weighed more than 400 pounds.

The difference is that he is wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, a green bowler hat, green overalls and black leather shoes, which together make him look a bit like the pot-bellied funny character in British comics.

"Okay, okay, so, the older brother is called Brother Dingdang, and the younger brother is called Brother Dingdang?" The Clue Master made an OK gesture. "I completely understand - ahem, don't think I'm talking too much. This is my first time being sent here by the Joker to investigate in the East District. As you know, I was a little nervous, so I'm quite happy to know that you have come here to investigate."

At this time, the voices of Brother Dingdang and Brother Dingdang sounded in turn. Their way of speaking was very strange. One person said half a sentence, and the other continued with the second half. The two seemed to have telepathy between twins and could understand each other's thoughts.

"Don't worry, the reconnaissance mission is quite safe, and it's not the worst."

"The worst thing was running into Batman." "Batman, we've dealt with Batman before." "Batman, he punched me in the face, you know." "Did that hurt?"

"Even if everything is messed up, who else does the Riddler have?" "Can he hit someone harder than Batman?"

Hearing this, Ma Zhaodi put away the communicator in his black robe with a guilty conscience. However, the call to Batman had already been sent, and the matter was done. He hoped that the Dingdang brothers would be able to keep calm when they saw Batman again.

(End of this chapter)