Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 219 It's so good to be young, you can fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.
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Ma Zhaodi did not resist.

To be precise, they no longer had the will to resist.

As the other person mentioned the black robe and mask in the toilet, a woolen hat was placed directly on his head from behind.

His eyes immediately went vacant, his tense muscles relaxed instantly, and he stood there completely stunned.

"Mr. Saul, you seem a little careless."

The two Falcone gunmen put away their weapons, their voices sounding calm, as if they had been prepared for Ma Zhaodi's actions tonight.

At that moment, the Mad Hatter's voice came through the walkie-talkies on their chests.

"Was Mr. Rabbit, who jumped into the hole, caught?"

"Gotcha, boss."

"Then let's bring him onto the stage."

Upon hearing the Mad Hatter's voice, Ma Zhaodi's body moved like a puppet on strings. At this moment, he was no different from the hundreds of civilians who were being manipulated.

The two men opened the door and led Ma Zhaodi, who had followed them automatically, inside. He did not resist at all; only when he saw the black robes and masks the two men were holding did a wave of doubt surge within him.

What are those things? Why do they feel so familiar? Are those black robes and masks mine? Who am I?

However, the microchip hidden in the hat's seams started working again, and a few seconds later, his emotions were suppressed once more.

Further inside the main gate is the theater's stage area, where actors, all made up and dressed in costumes, stand, most of them wearing hats, performing fairytale characters from "Alice in Wonderland."

The Dodo, the Cheshire Cat, the Rabbit, the Queen of Hearts, the Jack of Hearts, and a row of "Alices" on stage—the only characters on stage who don't wear hats.

And right in the center is the Mad Hatter.

To be precise, it's a puppet right in the center.

Clearly, the Mad Hatter is not on the stage, or rather, he is not even in the theater.

"Boss, we've arrived at the stage."

“Great, I’ll be right there—wait for me a little while.”

The Mad Hatter hung up the call, and the group waited quietly. Meanwhile, the people on stage continued to repeat their lines and perform their scenes over and over again, tirelessly and endlessly.

In the Gotham night sky, moonlight illuminated the black bats and green kites flying overhead. With the help of the clover's strong winds, the two finally dragged Mudface and Solomon, along with the two steel beams, to the airspace above the industrial park.

"We've arrived. The liquid nitrogen plant is just below."

The Kite Man looked down and saw Mudface's muddy tentacles tightly wrapped around Solomon Grandi's cervical spine, while Solomon's hands were still tearing at Mudface's body.

"That's good. These two are having a pretty exciting fight. I guess they're getting a little carried away."

"This is only temporary."

Clayface's mission is to stall Batman. In his mind, Batman always takes precedence over Solomon. Just give him a little time, and his thinking ability will regain its intellectual dominance.

"What's next? Throw them into the factory? Then fly down and deal with them using liquid nitrogen?"

“There’s no need for that.” Batman looked down at the factory, and the Batcomputer immediately pulled up its internal structure diagram and displayed it on his mask. The factory’s layout, pipes, and the location of liquid nitrogen storage were all clearly visible to him.

"Kite flyer, let go."

"No problem—where exactly should I throw it?"

"Just let go, I'll adjust the position."

"it is good."

The kite flyer immediately released his grip; the weight in the net was simply too terrifying, and his arm was barely holding on. If it weren't for that gust of wind, Mudface and Solomon might have already fallen halfway down the mountain.

Batman felt a sudden increase in weight in his hands. He spread his cape as wide as possible, trying to catch the air with all his might, like a bat trying to maintain its flight path—although this posture could only be maintained for a few seconds, it did slightly change the flight path of the two people inside the net.

Two seconds after flying past, he saw several giant liquid nitrogen storage tanks standing side by side on the ground, shimmering with a condensed light under the moonlight.

The instant Batman saw the storage container, he had already finished thinking. He didn't let go there, but held on for another three seconds. When the trajectory of the net overlapped with the trajectory given by the Batcomputer, he finally let go.

So the net was thrown into the factory.

Batman's original plan was to throw them directly into the liquid nitrogen storage tank. Although calculations showed that this would cause a massive explosion, there was no one left in the factory at that time. Solomon and Clayface would not be killed by such damage; they would only lose their ability to continue fighting—their vitality was too strong.

Now, the plan can be slightly optimized; he has another, safer method.

As he released his grip, he also took out another ice-blue mushroom from his tactical belt and threw it at the two people entangled in mid-air.

As the net began its freefall from high above, the sensation of falling at full speed finally brought Mudface back to its senses from its rage. However, the fall damage posed no threat to it, so it maintained its sticky body and tightly wrapped Solomon's hands around it—this time the height was much higher than when it jumped, and once Solomon hit the ground, he would probably lose most of his fighting ability.

It wasn't until the moment Batman's mushroom slipped from his grasp that he realized something was wrong.

In an instant, he transformed back into a puddle of extremely soft mud and slid out of Solomon's fingertips at full speed, then crawled out through the holes in the net.

But it's still a little late.

ka ka ka-

It was the same familiar voice, and the same familiar feeling of being frozen.

Mudface cursed Batman in his heart, but his body was firmly fixed in place by the ice, and he and Solomon plummeted downwards at high speed.

Even though he managed to break free of the ice after three seconds, his body remained sluggish and slow. He tried his best, but the sticky mud became quite hard and solid, making it extremely difficult to move, and he couldn't even deform.

At this moment, Solomon, who had also broken free of his restraints, reached out to the lump of mud. A sinister smile appeared on his face as he tightly gripped the lump of mud that had been transformed from a mud face in his hand.

"Solomon Grandi, born on a Monday!"

Boom!

Carrying several tons of weight, the two finally landed on the upper level of the factory building. The terrifying impact of the high-speed fall caused them to smash through multiple layers of walls, eventually precisely severing the liquid nitrogen delivery pipeline before collapsing to the ground.

Nitrogen gas at a temperature of over -190 degrees Celsius gushed out from the pipes, continuously covering the unconscious Solomon and the struggling Mudface.

A dozen seconds later, Batman flew in carrying a bucket of water and poured it on Mudface, officially ending today's battle—Mudface was frozen solid.

If Ma Zhaodi were there, he would probably sigh and say, "Young people are so healthy, they fall asleep as soon as they lie down."

(End of this chapter)