Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 208: Two-Faced Man's Infiltration
P.S. The next chapter will be posted later, sorry
"The crime itself is a mistake made by a person."

"Don't be ridiculous," Harvey Dent interjected. "We're Riddler's men, super criminals, and Riddler has hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of ordinary criminals under his command—know your position before you speak."

"If it's wrong, it's wrong." Ma Zhaodi rolled his eyes. "A normal person who commits a crime should be aware that they are a bad guy. Does denying this mean that a criminal can become a good person?"

"My greatest strength is being good at playing badly. In other words, it's the courage to admit my mistakes. As long as I admit my problems, I have a reason to play badly."

At this point, he pulled out three chestnuts from his black robe and handed them out. "For example, I used to worry about two things for a long time. The first is laziness. My mom always says my room looks like a pigsty and that my sleep schedule is a bit like a pig's. To be honest, I also think my late-night sleep and late-night wake-up habits are unhealthy, and my room is indeed a bit messy."

"The second thing is I'm short. I've been short since I was little, like a winter melon. Every time I played with the neighborhood kids or went to school, there would always be a few older kids calling me short winter melon. As time went by, the other kids started calling me that too. Even when I got older, I was still short. I even lost a girlfriend because of this."

"My mom bought me a lot of milk, and I drank it constantly, but I still didn't grow any taller. However, she never complained about my height."

Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "From one day on, I had to live alone, so I started trying to go to bed and get up early, and I also started cleaning the house myself, so the first worry was gone."

Killer Croc threw the chestnut directly into his mouth. Although he could taste it, it was too troublesome to peel it.

"and then?"

“Then I won’t be bothered.”

Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "I was born this way. It's not my fault that I'm short. Since nothing I do is going to work, then I don't need to do anything, even if it means losing my girlfriend. After all, she doesn't like short guys, and I'm not tall either. We're not the same type of people anyway."

He patted Killer Croc and said, "We've all made peace with ourselves, haven't we? Only by facing ourselves can we know how to become better. There are some things we can't change, but thankfully, it doesn't care about our lives. Even if it's a bit disgusting, at least we can get by."

"But you're not short now."

"I later strengthened my body and grew up again. Anyway, that's not the point - the point is, I've made peace with my height. Your problem might be more serious, but at least you survived Gotham City. I guess that means you've made peace with the city."

"I don't like this kind of reconciliation." Killer Croc sighed. "If it weren't for my friends in the sewers, I wouldn't accept this dark life."

"friend?"

"The outcasts of this city—poor people, sick people, scavengers, street kids, or criminals who don't want to join gangs."

Two-Face casually concluded, "In Falcone's time, this city was full of unlucky people. They were either disobedient or of little value, so they were simply treated as garbage and swept into the city's sewers. Later, a monster with a crocodile face appeared in the garbage dump. The gangs on the surface at that time could never have dreamed that the king's garbage dump would become such a problem."

"king?"

“They honored him as their king and established an underground kingdom.”

"Uh, you're not telling me some story from the Bible or something?"

"I'm afraid we don't have much time for stories." Two-Face drew the pistol from his waist and stared at the tall buildings in front of him. "The Falcone family snipers controlled by the Joker are up there. There are several people watching in every direction, and together they can form a powerful firepower network. The ventriloquist is hidden in the tallest building, and that's our target this time."

"Okay." Ma Zhaodi shrugged. "Then how do we get in?"

"Why do you want to break in?"

Harvey looked at Ma Zhaodi as if he was a fool and said, "Let's just go in."

"?"

Ma Zhaodi scratched his head and looked at Harvey, but Killer Croc didn't seem surprised. He patted Ma Zhaodi on the back and said, "If you want to be safe, you can wait outside."

The slap nearly sent Ma Zhaodi flying. He replied with a grin, "If I do something wrong, the Riddler will at most try to hit me. If I do nothing, the Riddler might take this opportunity to shoot me—or something even more ruthless."

"Aren't you an orphan? How could he be more cruel? Torture you?"

"No, they're deducting my salary."

“That’s quite life.”

Harvey really walked across the street behind the building with Killer Croc, and then walked into the building, while Ma Zhaodi followed closely. It was not until Killer Croc grabbed two people and ran up the stairs that he asked subconsciously.

"How did you do it? You took out all those snipers?"

"There are several snipers positioned in each direction, which means we only need to bribe a few snipers in one direction to sneak into the building, and Riddler happens to have plenty of money right now."

".I thought you would use your intelligence, or perhaps Killer Croc's super strength and super defense."

"You want me to climb the building's outer wall while under a bunch of sniper rifles? No way, impossible." Wei Lun shook his head. "Being sprayed with bullets is not pleasant. Let's take the stairs."

"When you have money, spending money to solve a problem is called intelligence; when money is scarce, a clever plan is called intelligence." Harvey replied calmly: "Intelligence is about playing to your strengths and avoiding your weaknesses, not blind speculation. Now, let's talk about how to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses."

"The target this time is the Ventriloquist, as you all know. So wait a moment, Waylon will act as cover while I negotiate and attract attention. Psycho Biker, we all know about your street fight. You're a deadly marksman at mid-range. Wait a moment, you'll be responsible for shooting down Scarface. You know what Scarface is, right?"

"I don't quite understand." Ma Zhaodi answered honestly. He didn't lie. He was basically in the dark about the characters that didn't appear in American comic movies.

"It's the wooden puppet in his hand, called Woody. If you look closely, you can see a scar on the puppet's face, so it's called Scarface."

(End of this chapter)