Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 21 Here's Johnny!

Bad morning, Gotham.

Ma Zhaodi woke up from his dream and subconsciously sent out his first greeting to the city.

Mainly because I had a nightmare in which I was hung from the gargoyle statue of Gotham's tallest clock tower by a pervert in a bat suit and then tickled the soles of my feet.

I was scratched all night long. It was so fucking horrible, brother. It was like hell-level torture.

Although it is said that you dream about something at night, he rarely sees that person. At most, he saw him kill a few people tonight and last night. Why should he be tortured in his dreams?

It must be Gotham City's problem, so bad morning, Gotham.

Ma Zhaodi subconsciously put on his clothes, glanced at the sky outside the window, and lay back down the next second.

Gotham City was still dark at this time. I took out my cell phone to check the time. It was 11:22.

I only slept for ten minutes.

However, at this moment, his spirit was already too full to the point of being a little excited, and he couldn't fall asleep at all, which made him sigh.

"The aftereffect is quite strong. Tongzi's stuff is too pure."

He opened the system mall, flipped through it carefully, and determined how long his current state would last.

"Put a lot of blue petals in the tea
Price: $30 per copy

Note: I could fight you like this all day long!

Very good. I was a little stressed out in the morning and wanted to refresh myself in the afternoon, so I bought this floral tea at 2 pm. I didn't expect this state to last until 2 pm tomorrow.

"I never thought this thing would even cover me up when I was sleeping. The original version didn't mention this effect. Steve took the drug and still needed to sleep. You're even more awesome than Steve."

Ma Zhaodi secretly vowed not to buy things randomly next time, opened the mall and looked carefully, and sure enough, he found the pink flower tea.

Ha ha.

He was so energetic at the moment that it was impossible for him to sleep, so he browsed the mall again and bought a five-dollar novice driving textbook and started reading.

You may still be able to earn asset points in the future, but you still have to spend them sparingly. There's no rush to learn driving anyway, and you can save some asset points for basic car driving proficiency by learning on your own.

The system's store is quite generous, allowing players to upgrade their current skills to higher levels by paying the difference. Ma Zhaodi, who already has Intermediate Wheelchair Driving Proficiency, only needs to spend another 200 points to master Advanced Wheelchair Driving Proficiency. Similarly, if he has reached Basic Car Driving Proficiency, he won't need to spend $500 in asset points to purchase Basic Driving Proficiency.

It was at this point that he saw another interesting service option.

"Hmm? Driving simulator training?"

Ma Zhaodi clicked on it with great interest. The price of simulated driving was US$5 asset points per time, and each time lasted two hours.

"You can change the scene, terrain, road conditions, and car model at will? That's pretty conscientious. Only cars? That makes sense."

Is an F1 racing car considered a car?
Ma Zhaodi casually flipped through the textbook and did not find any part about racing.

This is also reasonable. After all, it is a driving tutorial for novice drivers, and teaching F1 is somewhat humorous.

Of course there are racing cars in the simulated driving training, but he has no idea how to drive one, so he definitely can't try it. In this case, he should just learn the basic driving skills according to the contents of the textbook.

He first carefully read the beginner's manual, finding it a bit overloaded with fancy terms, so he casually checked out the video section. After spending half an hour getting familiar with the material, he then entered the mental simulation training. Two hours later, Ma Zhaodi, feeling refreshed, returned to reality from the simulation.

Anyway, you won’t die in the simulation training, and you can change the terrain at will, so of course novices can just fly as hard as they can.

Who wouldn't want to drive over the Grand Canyon, then rush into the DC film department and kill a few high-ranking executives who like to mess things up?

This is why he couldn't fly a plane in this driving simulation, which limited his performance.

After coming out, Ma Zhaodi didn't even look at the skill column in the mall, because his driving skills were definitely not at the basic level. Two hours of practice only allowed him to learn acceleration, deceleration, braking and stopping, but the further details were much worse.

The two-hour practice was a bit boring, so he spent one dollar of asset points to buy a TV series that he hadn't finished watching from the system store, and then spent three dollars of asset points to buy a bunch of skewers and a glass of happy water, and slowly started to practice.

He decided to have fun all night long. Although it was a bit of a waste, he could eat skewers, drink wine, and watch TV series late at night without worrying about not having the energy to go to work tomorrow. This was simply great for a working man.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, a gunshot suddenly rang out outside the window. The sound was so close to Drake's home that Ma Zhaodi subconsciously became nervous.

Ma Zhaodi subconsciously reached down to his waist and stroked the Beretta that he had never dared to take off.

Should I go downstairs and take a look? But I have no idea what's going on down there. Besides, I only learned a little bit about how to use a gun from Drake. At best, I can shoot, but I'm not sure where the bullet will go.

But what would happen to the person who was shot if he didn't go downstairs?
He now began to understand a little bit what made those superheroes and super criminals so different.

No matter whether they are made of steel or mortal, whether they have super strength and wisdom or not, whether they will die immediately after being hit by a bullet, at least they dare to face the gun.

"But I'm just an ordinary person. The smaller my ability, the smaller my responsibility." He thought for a moment and took another bite of the barbecue. When he didn't have the ability to help the world, it was always most important to keep himself safe.

"boom!"

The gunfire rang out again.

"Tsk," he thought, the person who was shot twice was most likely dead anyway, it was too late for him to do anything.

"boom!"

"Damn it, it's not over yet, is it?"

Ma Zhaodi opened the mall again and started browsing.

In the dark night sky, the loud voice of a black woman from the West Coast cursing suddenly rang out from somewhere.

"F**k you, who the hell is still awake in the middle of the night? You like disturbing people, don't you? Son of the Beach, if you have the guts, just stand there and don't run. I'm going to put a bullet in your ass and put it in your mouth!"

In a dark alley at night, a woman was pressed against the wall, wailing in pain. There was a gun muzzle on each of her hands, and blood was gushing out of them.

A man holding a gun was tearing at her clothes with bloodshot eyes, greed and madness flashing in his bloodshot eyes. However, he suddenly heard the sound of cursing and stopped his actions in surprise.

Then he seemed to hear footsteps in a nearby dark alley.

"Boom!"

The blast of a shotgun blast echoed across the East Side.

"You bastard! Where are you?"

(End of this chapter)