Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 217 Infiltration Without Difficulty

Nighttime on the streets of the Upper West Side.

"There don't seem to be many soldiers on the street."

Ma Zhaodi crouched on the roof of a building, the darkness of the night providing perfect cover. He carefully observed the patrol teams on the street. Although they looked dangerous, in reality, if there were only this many people, then the Mad Hatter's defenses would be riddled with holes.

Even if everyone on the street carries a gun, even if the crowd has become "robots" who obey orders and are unafraid of pain, even if it means they cannot be bribed or bribed, their numbers are still far too few.

"Just like Batman said, there are far too many people missing. The Mad Hatter is setting a trap for them; he's hiding people."

Looking at the buildings surrounding the theater now, through each window, the interiors seem empty. If we exclude any extra intelligence, infiltration would be the best option.

"Knowing it's a trap, I still have to go for it," Ma Zhaodi sighed, climbed up the outer wall of the building to the ground, and took off his black robe.

"Let me see, there's still more than half a bottle of the compound decoction left, which is fine. We usually use it sparingly—I'll drink half a bottle more. That should be enough for six hours of disguise."

Half a minute later, a middle-aged man with a large belly wearing a hat appeared on the street. His expression was stiff and his eyes were confused. He was also holding a gun in his hand and blended into the crowd on the street without any sense of incongruity.

The patrolmen wearing hats walked back and forth on the street oblivious to his presence. Occasionally, a few of them would look up and glance at their unfamiliar colleague, but once they saw the hat on his head and the gun in his hand, they would pay no more attention and continue to wander the streets like zombies.

Under the Mad Hatter's mind control, they retained only the most basic thinking ability and could only rely on the most basic features to identify each other. As long as there was a hat on their head and a gun in their hand, no matter how ordinary Ma Zhaodi's appearance was, or even if the Joker himself was wearing a nurse's cap and a nurse's uniform and ran over, they would not react at all.

He slowly followed the other controlled citizens wearing hats toward the theater, blending into the crowd to make himself less conspicuous, but without using his masterful stealth abilities, unsure if he was being deliberately observed. Whether facing the Joker or the Riddler, his skills were limited to marksmanship and cycling—enough to make them feel he was somewhat useful, but not a significant threat.

Stealth is a skill used to hide oneself; it should be the skill with the least presence. This is the realization that master-level stealth skills have brought to Ma Zhaodi.

Step, step, step.
Ma Zhaodi mingled in the crowd, gradually approaching the theater where the Mad Hatter was, surrounded by people moving back and forth. In the darkness, only the dense, muffled sound of footsteps echoed on the street; apart from that, there were no other voices, which made Ma Zhaodi feel extremely oppressed.

Once under control, they wouldn't do anything outside of their instructions, so they neither chatted nor smoked. Without the Mad Hatter's orders, they would walk in the streets until they died of thirst or until the muscles in their legs dissolved, completely losing their ability to support themselves—whichever came first.

"Hey, hey, you over there!"

Suddenly, shouts rang out from the crowd, and two gunmen in black suits walked over with fully automatic rifles. One of the burly men even pointed his gun directly at the crowd in front of him.

However, the pot-bellied middle-aged man wearing a red hat seemed oblivious, his steps unwavering as he walked past the two burly men along with the other unresponsive people, continuing towards the theater.

The other gunman, who wasn't raising his weapon, seemed puzzled. He turned and asked, "What did you see?"

"I saw a fat man in the crowd, and he looked a bit unfamiliar."

"Are you out of your mind? There are hundreds of people on the street, and new ones keep joining in. Not to mention, how are you supposed to remember all those faces?" "Hehe, okay, I just saw a pretty woman in red in the crowd. She had a great figure, and I wanted to take a closer look."

"Stop causing trouble. The Mad Hatter has already said that those people will only obey his orders, like sleepwalkers. They won't react even if the sky falls."

"So that means if I just drag her into the alley, she won't resist?"

"If you dare interrupt her mission, she'll just fire a whole magazine at you. Want to try?"

Hearing his companion's words, the burly man glanced at the woman in the red dress's back, then chuckled awkwardly and looked away.

"Forget it, forget it, it's not worth angering that madman."

“That’s right. Those who are hated are all Mad Hatter’s possessions. They are expendable to him, but not to you.”

Behind the two, Ma Zhaodi, who had barely escaped, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The natural reaction to being called out was to turn his head and take a look, or at least be slightly stunned. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and kept his composure, otherwise he would have been caught and a fight would have broken out.

The people outside are all civilians; engaging in direct combat here would be the worst possible option.

He continued forward with the procession until he reached the vicinity of the theater, where he found he could go no further—no one wearing a hat was walking through the gate into the theater, which meant that the Mad Hatter had demarcated the area of ​​activity for the mind-controlled citizens, and he could not blend in with the other groups.

Should I disguise myself as a member of another gang? But I definitely wouldn't stand up to close scrutiny; the guards at the door don't seem like the type to neglect their duties.
Boom!

Just as he was pondering this, a burst of fire suddenly erupted in the distance, followed by billowing smoke.

The attack had already begun on Mudface's side, and he immediately understood that this explosion was probably his attack on Solomon.

He wasn't surprised. Poison Ivy was an extremely fanatical plant conservationist in any universe, and her help could basically be obtained in exchange for fertilizer and extinct flower seeds. She was a good ally—at least when she wasn't causing trouble.

Ivy told him about the Riddler's plans, and after discussing it with Batman, they finalized their plans for the night.

"what's the situation?"

The other Falcone gunmen in the surrounding area were unaware of the situation. When they saw flames shooting into the sky over the block where Solomon was, they all instinctively showed expressions of astonishment and stared in that direction.

A few minutes later, a jet-black fighter jet carrying two enormous monsters streaked across the sky above the city.

The two guards at the entrance stared in disbelief. They ran a few steps outside, trying to get a better look at the sky. Just then, a figure circled around from the crowd behind them and slipped quietly into the theater through the gap they had left.

(End of this chapter)